Log:Queen of the Void, Scene 1

Queen of the Void 2017/02/12 	 Matt Grimm Malcolm

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A few days after saying goodbye to Random at the picnic, he still hasn't heard from her. And still hasn't had a chance to track down his mom. So instead, he decides for now to try and seek Random at the one place he knows to be a CLOWN hangout: The Inn Between Worlds.

Sasha gives Matt directions to the planar gate guarded by the large, beastly woman. Now that he knows it, and she remembers him, it's easy for him to get in if he abides by the Rules.

"Just remember, the Sisters won't abide if you break the rules, my boy," the guardian smiles as she opens the door that reveals the mirror he has to go through to get to the Inn.

Matt nods, "Its been a while, but I won't...you don't know me, but I won't." he smiles, "And..you are looking lovely as always dear." he says as he waits for her to open the door.

"I've heard already about how you got into a gaeas with a Sister. I know more than you think. Just watch yourself in there," she reminds with a laugh and a smile. All that's left is for Matt to walk through the mirror.

Matt smiles, "It wasn't a trap, it was a deal, and I wasn't one I didn't willingly go into. I have never taken you as a fool dear." he pats her arm as he walks through the mirror. As he does, he looks around and takes a deep breath, it always lifts his spirit to be here. He's not sure why, but here, he can be himself, and shake off all of his obligations...guilt and shame.

"Ah..its good to be back." he says to no one in general as he walks.

The Inn is filled with lively music and lively crowds, as usual. The Sisters are slinging drinks, the vampires are staying to their little corner, and there's a Pookah with long floppy rabbit ears killing it on the dance floor.

There is one part of the inn that doesn't seem as lively. Some are trying to avoid one particular corner of the inn with a great view of the stage. It's dark, with comfy ornate couches with wooden animal-claw legs, a few chairs, and a low table, and black side curtains that create a small lounging area that's partially separated from adjacent tables.

From where Matt stands, he can't see what's in that chilly corner yet due to the curtains, but it's definitely something he hasn't seen at the Inn before. One of the waitresses nervously approaches it with a tray of drinks. The elfen female with white hair halts just outside, appearing frightened for her own safety she crosses the patron. She slowly goes to her knees and holds aloft the tray of drinks, hands trembling and rattling the tray.

Matt raises an eyebrow..and walks to the bar...looking over at the sister..he can never remember which one he's talking to, "Sister..whats going on over there?" he asks over the din of the inn.

Matt's mage sight, incorrectly named because he's neither a mage, nor does he detect mages with it, senses dark qliphotic magic at work, mixed with shadow magic. It's a very familiar signature.

The Sister is wiping down a glass, pressing a towel into the crevices of the bottom of the tall glass. "A patron's ordering drinks to their specifications," she answers elusively.

Matt nods slowly.."Yeah..I think I know who is there...I wonder if she'll mind a visit.." he says...and he pushes himself off the counter and walks towards the elfen girl. "I'll take that.." he says as the tray with drinks start to float over to him. As he passes the girl, he gives her a large gold nugget and tells her, "its going to be ok, I'll take care of this for you. Thank you for your service brave girl." and he enters the darkness..

The waitress gasps as the tray is taken from her. "N-no, wait, I--" she stammers, looking apologetically to the patron within. She nods as if excused, then rises up and quickly scurries past Matt, in time to receive the nugget of gold. Her eyes go wide with thanks. "If you insist," she courtesies, glad to run away to the bar and away from that cold, dark place.

As he enters the darkened area and passes the curtains obscuring his view, he sees Gabrielle Grimm seated on the ornate loveseat that looks like it belongs in a gothic castle. But boy, is she looking different.

She's in a sleeveless dress, for one. Tight fitting, black of course, and short, but stylishly elegant. Black wedge heel sandals, painted black nails, hair in an elegant updo, a collar necklace of black gems, and of all things, a spiky headdress.

Her legs are gracefully crossed, but her crossed leg is bouncing lightly in irritation as she glares at Matt. Seated next to her, holding her hand and massaging it reverently, is Malcolm Gibbs in a tailored three-piece suit. He's rocking a new look, too. Aside from the suit, his head is shaved bald, but he still has the van-dyke beard.

"What are you doing with my drinks? Where's my servant?" Gabrielle intones imperiously.

Grimm has taken out her extra piercings, only having a pair of earrings dangling from her ears with gems to match her collar necklace.

The drinks float gracefully over to her and Malcolm. "Gab?" he says taken aback a little. "I sent her away..I thought I could bring your drinks in." he looks at Malcolm.."Uh..hey Mal.." he's not sure what is going on, but he's not getting a great feeling right now.

Grimm's brow twitches at Matt's words. "Such insolence. How dare you address me as such. I'll speak to the Sisters of this," she threatens, knowing full well the rules of this place. Matt can at least feel safe in the knowledge that even Grimm wouldn't try something here.

Malcolm looks up from his work and looks to Matt with an unfamiliar stare. "That's no way to address the Queen of the Void." He pats Gabrielle's hand and gently returns it to her lap before he stands up. The tall man towers over Matt as he straightens out his suit in preparation for whatever he plans next.

Matt raises an eyebrow..."Gab..its me, Matt Regent." he looks at Mal..up at Mal, "Mal..Matt Regent..dumbass kid who was selfish and only asked for help, never giving it back?.."

"Regent?" Malcolm repeats as he recalls the name. He's shocked to see Matt, studying him for a moment.

Gabrielle sits up a little, looking cross. "The Regent? Didn't I kill you already for trying to usurp me with your little vigilante friend? Or...of course." She sneers in disgust. "There's more than one of you."

Matt blinks.."No..no there isn't more than one of me..what are you talking about?" he asks, "What happened to you both?" he asks..he's not like what he's thinking he's facing.

Gabrielle scowls at Matt as she scrutinizes him. "Ah. You're from the Grimm Traveller's dimension," she says with some disgust. Whether it's for his dimension, or the Grimm Traveller, or both, is left up in the air.

Malcolm reaches for the martini glass with the swirling liquid that looks like a galaxy nebula. "Better let her have her drink if you want to live," he informs the lazy server. He turns to Gabrielle and holds it out to her politely. "Now, Beautiful, no need to let this ruin your evening out."

Matt frowns.."OoooKay..I am so sorry for disturbing your evening..I thought you were someone else. My apologize..uh..Queen of the Void..heres your drink.." the drink floats over to the Queen...and Matt is slowly backing off and out of her area..

Matt gets the evil eye from the Queen of the Void as he backs away. There's definitely something dangerous and threatening in the way she watches him. He can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread emanating from her that is surely a part of her power, all the way until he's past the curtains and out of her line of sight. Now he has an idea of why people were afraid to get near.

Matt turns and with big eyes he lets loose a big "Woooo...she's...nucking futz..wow.." he says as he walks back towards the bar. "I've got to find my Gabby and tell her about this Gabby..sheesh."

As he makes his way back to the bar, he senses more darkness and shadows. The same signature. Only this one is from some darkhaired person coming from the downstairs. As the crowd parts a little, he catches a glimpse of another Gabrielle. This one is dressed much more like what he's used to. A little classed up, and her makeup is on point, but she's got a rocker look to her. She's also holding hands with someone who comes up behind her...and it's another Malcolm. But he still his hair close shaved rather than the bald look.

Matt frowns.."Uh..maybe?.." its the Malcolm that's really throwing him. He heads for the other Gabrielle...and says..as he gets closer, "Uh..hey Mal..Gabs.." a lot more tenative this time.."Its..uh..Matt.."

This Gabrielle seems a lot more giddy and relaxed than the one calling herself the Queen of the Void. She's whispering something to Malcolm when Matt approaches. She grins and blushes a bit, then straightens up. "Oh, hey, Matt. Fancy running into you here."

Matt waves.."Uh..Gabrielle the Traveller?" he says tentatively. "Yeah..I was looking for a friend...I bumped into someone who looks a lot like you.."

"Who even calls me that?" Gabrielle smirks at the title. "I mean, I have a lot of names, but that's a new one on me."

"Names? What sort of names?" Malcolm asks curiously. He was holding her hand, but now that Matt is here and they're having a discussion, he gives it a light squeeze and lets go, thinking there's hero business to be discussed.

But Gabrielle is having none of that. She snatches his hand back as she and Matt keep talking, causing Malcolm to smile to himself. "I'll tell you more about that later, Handsome," Gabrielle explains sweetly.

Matt nods slowly, "Uh..yeah.." he thumbs towards the stage area, "Back there..can't you feel it? Anyway, there's another Gabby..and Mal..cept she's like..um...Queen of the Void, and apparently she's from an alternate universe. She's a bitch..." he says softly.

"I just got up here," Gabrielle explains, blushing a bit. She looks about and her head quickly tracks to that dark corner. "Ohhhh....-her-," Gabrielle grumbles. "She wasn't here when we got here. This can't be good..."

Matt raises an eyebrow? "She didn't seem to know you were here, she seemed to be trying to have a night out with her Creepy Mal.." he looks at Mal, "Uh..not that you're Creepy Mal..her's was like a slave or something..and got all up in my face..or my face to his chest..or whatever. She said she killed me in her world for messing with her plans..." he shudders, it was not pleasant. "She called you Gabrielle the Traveller."

"No offense taking, Matt," Malcolm smiles broadly.

Gabrielle, however, isn't smiling at all. She looks back over to the corner. "Do you mean the Grimm Traveller? Because I don't usually give out my first name off-world. People tend to ascribe all sorts of names to me in other dimensions."

She nods her head to the corner. "I don't doubt that she did, Matt. That one...is one of the bad versions of me. Got drunk off her power. Others saw her as a Goddess, until she began seeing herself as one, too. So far, she's stuck to her dimension to rule over, ever since I started interfering with her little incursions into other dimensions."

Matt blinks.."Oh..yeah..Grimm Traveller..right."

"-The- Grimm Traveller. Jesus, Matt, you could at least try and remember. Names have power, and if you can't even get one right, well," Gabrielle smirks as she starts to move towards the bar with Malcolm.

Matt finally says, "Well she's a bitch, and its really good to see you two. I can see you two are having your own night out, so I'll catch you later, I'm looking for someone I know, I'm going to check around, but if they're not here, I'm going to go." he smiles, "I'll catch you back in CB later." he leaves some money on the counter, "Buy yourselves a round on me." he shouts out above the din as he leaves to find Random.