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[GP/EP] Check-In Day

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

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Percy followed and when Kash seemed to have Vex's attention, he gripped Vax's shoulder. "I didn't know," he said, answering the unasked. "And if it was Raishan, I don't know why she's wet."

Percy hated not having answers. Knowledge had been his only advantage for so long.

"She's safe for now, at least."

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"I'm a healer not a bartender."

If ordinarily such a statement from Kash would have been a snarl, now it was positively gentle as he began an examination of her wounds. Because if, in battle, he dispensed magical healing like the machine in the stairwell did beverages, when they had the time, he preferred to be a true healer rather than a combat medic. That meant assessing damage and pain, being aware of lingering psychic trauma from injuries that his patient might not. Little known to lay folk, it was entirely possible for a patient to psychically refuse magically healing if they couldn't let go of the injury.

That wouldn't be a problem with Vex'ahlia, as much as it might be with her brother who carried his guilt like stab wounds. No, she'd feel it in dreams or memories, and if Kash would never be her chosen confidante, it was still good to know.

As he reached for his symbol, Kash glanced around. Too many people in the lobby. Way too many. But Vex wasn't going to move without Vax and Hot Dog was too delirious for his legs to work. So.

Quietly as he could, which wasn't quiet at all, considering the way the spell worked, Kash chanted the words of Heal and used gesture to direct the Life energy toward the worst of her wounds. After, for good measure, he cast a Cure Wounds, repeating the incantation three times in quick succession to strengthen the spell.

Less than a minute later, she had only scrapes and mild bruises that would give her mind a place to fix the trauma of the encounter. And Kash let the words he'd been sitting on spill out in an urgent, pained rush, "Z? Is she... okay?" Since if she was here, she'd have found him already.

Vex had some healing spells, she even had some she could've called on now if she hadn't been so focused on getting back to her brother, but they were a bandage, good in a pinch or until they could get back to a cleric. Kash was healer, and she let the healing energy wash over her, grateful for all of it.

Once he was done, she was flashing him a smile when he asked about Zahra.

"She isn't with you?" Like that, Vex was back to worried about the friends she hadn't found here yet, and how much worse would it be for Kash worrying about Zahra. She pulled him into a hug, expecting he'd grumble about the affection and getting wet, but if he had to ask about Zahra, he needed a hug.

"Last we saw you both was Emon, after the Thordak battle. And she was fine, darling. Perfect. Not a scratch on her... for some reason."

Vax'ildan took Percy's reassurance for what it seemed to be, sharing a nod with him before watching Kashaw heal his sister. No sooner had the cleric restored her than she was smiling and fretting and reassuring everyone else in turn. He was a bit surprised she'd gone so far as to hug Kash, but the deft grasping to regain her composure was Vex all over.

"So you remember when we got around to gutting Thordak," he raised his voice for Vex. "Which is the last thing I remember doing before I showed up here. And Percy remembers facing off with Raishan." He glanced back at Percy, to see if he had that right. But where would that put Vex, compared to them?

"I remember Raishan knocking me out." Percy clarified. "Then I was here."

He reached up to take off his glasses and clean them, then belatedly remembered that he was wearing only a grimy undershirt and equally dirty trousers, both covered in soot and sweat from his tinkering in front of a fireplace. He adjusted the glasses instead and cleared his throat.

As Vex reached for him, Kash began to grumble but the sounds stopped before they reached his lips. She'd told him one of the two things he most needed to know. The first that Z was here, she couldn't give him. But that she'd been all right after Thordak (he'd healed her, of course he had, because somehow he'd been there and here at the same time), she could. So instead of pushing her away, he kissed her cheek briefly in gratitude.

"Of course she's perfect. And fine. You numbskulls haven't been around to get her killed." Obligatory grumbling only, which certainly Vex would know, since he squeezed her arm gently as he did move away.

The others could've been talking about Keyleth table-dancing for all he knew. Z was okay. (No way she'd gotten herself killed without Vox Machina's help.) Now, if he could just stop feeling like he was either going to cry or vomit.

"She did slightly more than knock you out, darling." Vex was only just recovering from watching her brother die; she didn't the reminder of Percy's guts splattered along the floor. With zero thought to where they were or who was around, she grasped the hem of his undershirt and lifted it, chasing the memory away with the sight of him whole and well, a little sweaty and sooty. Later, Vex.

Instead she slipped an arm around his waist, reached out with the other for her brother, and looked over the three of them.

"Too soon, Kashaw. No jokes about getting people killed. And no getting killed. Any of you. You," she glared at Kash, "Because I'm not explaining to Zahra how I let it happen. And the two of you, because even once is too many times for me to see that. Let alone twice, Percival.

"Now, is someone going to show me where we can get a drink, or am I going to have to find it myself?"

Vax sighed silently at - well, all of them. Kashaw's perfunctory complaints, as if he wasn't lonesome and terrified of what might've become of Z, fooling no one. Percy's... Did he really not know what he looked like, both filthy and gleaming, practically naked without a longcoat and array of firearms, or was he just being sly about it? And Vex, as bold and as beautiful as always. Vex. Gods be praised.

"Oh good. Drinks. It's been so long since we've sat down for a few rounds," he stabbed a hard look at either of the men whilst his sister's attention was elsewhere. There were things, most things, that Vex ought to know about. He didn't believe 'Their Birthday' was one of them. And not now, of all times. "Prepare yourself for the shortest bar crawl you've ever had," he announced, before leading them to the cafe.

Vex's hand on his skin and then her arm around his waist was sufficiently distracting that Percy nearly missed Vax's glare. Well, too bad. Perhaps he'd not missed his girlfriend as much as Vax had missed his twin, but he still had rather missed her.

"Oh, of course, ages," Percy drawled, his hand covering Vex's quite casually, then using the grip to tug her up from the sofa. He smiled at her. "You'll like the bar. It's free."

With Vex getting her hands all over Percy, Kash was in dire need of somewhere else to look. As it happened, that meant Vax. He expected Vax to be sharing his nope, not seeing this feeling about the moment, so the glare took him by surprise. Probably, that was to Vax's advantage. If he hadn't been surprised by it, he wouldn't have thought about it, and if he hadn't thought about it, his reflex reaction would've been something like Vax doesn't want me kissing his sister or possibly that it was time to make himself scarce.

But since he happened to be looking, listening, and trying to think about anything but Z, he drew an all together different conclusion. "Sober as monks," Kash agreed with Percy, without a hint of sarcasm (except the monk part) and then decided distracting Vex from the obvious lies was in order. "Hey, is the bear with you?" Clumsy if he wasn't, but if he was, it might save Vax's bacon for a little longer.

Trinket! How had Vex not thought about Trinket? A hand came up to the black jewel hanging from her neck. "He... bamfed into the my necklace during the fight." That happened if he went unconscious, and was how Vex didn't worry quite as much putting her sweet Trinket into combat, since Raven's Slumber would keep him from dying until she could take care of him.

What if whatever magic brought her here hadn't brought Trinket too? No, it had to have. He was in the jewel, the jewel was around her neck, he had to be here.
Vex held out the necklace and black energy poured from it, coalescing into the shape of a knocked out brown bear on the carpet in front of them. "Oh buddy."

Kash turned as the energy poured out of her locket, expecting to see Trinket shaking himself off and giving a little grunt. Seeing him slumped on the carpet gave him a nasty jolt. Yeah, it felt good to know what he needed to do. It just sucked that he had to do it.

He dropped into a crouch beside Trinket and immediately spoke the cantrip to stabilize him. One eye opened and Kash gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Just hang in there," he murmured, mostly to himself, and did a quick hands-on evaluation. It mattered less with animals, but he still liked to know what he was healing in case it didn't stick.

"What the hell were you fighting?" he asked Vex when he found several singed spots in his wet fur where he'd clearly been hit by lightning. That, on top of the wet and Trinket being pulped said it had been epically nasty.

Of course it had. Vox Machina didn't do anything small.

So Kash didn't either. One more time he pulled out the symbol he generally kept hidden and spoke the incantation of the Heal spell. Without consciously calling on Vesh, he reached out for Life energy and poured more into the bear, to make sure he got everything. The golden light that glowed around his hands battled the peculiar black light at its edges, snapping and crackling with tension, but it was no contest. Life won.

Trinket came to, on alert and bracing himself for the second it took to see he didn't have to fight, he didn't hurt, he wasn't swimming, Vex was right there and other people he liked too (but not as much as Vex). With a happy rumble, he licked a big, slurpy kiss up Kash's face for making him all better, and leaned into Vex.

"There's my brave Trinket," Vex cooed, scritching behind his ear. "All better now. And that nasty kraken's not going to bother us here."

Then to the guys, since kraken was bad but probably not enough of an explanation, "Keyleth's aramente. So you know, not killing a kraken is much trickier than killing one. I hope."

Vax smiled at Trinket and his sister, ready to grapple the bear hello and let him slobber his Uncle all over, but for what Vex was saying about how she'd ended up facing a giant squid-beast-thing.

"Her aramente," recognition began to kindle. Love and pride and longing fought for control of his expression as he thought of the dangers Keyleth - and subsequently they, as her friends - had faced during the challenges that would complete her training as the leader of her tribe. "Did she... I mean, there were obviously problems along the way," he acknowledged, given how he was apparently dead. "But did she do it, do you know?"

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Walking into a bar or not, Vex's arm around Percy made it easy to 'borrow' the flask she knew he carried, and she took a long swallow instead of answering right away.

Trinket lumbered along with the group, as always willing to follow Vex anywhere.

"I don't... We were just trying to get out of the water plane al- that is, in one piece. But you were there, you and Percy both... only now you're here?"

"It's been months since we've been in Exandria." Percy said quietly as he appropriated his flask back. "Possibly much in the same fashion that traveling to the Feywild distorts time."

As they reached the bar took seats, Percy leaned in closer and spoke just for Vex's ear, "He just had your birthday." He knew he wouldn't need to explain more. It would be context enough.

For Vex it had only been a week or two since they killed Thordak. Not months. They'd never been apart that long. And their birthday.

No, he didn't need to explain more, a frown pulling at Vex's mouth and brow briefly as she glanced at her brother roughhousing with his nephew. She chased it away by giving Percival a fairly chaste for them kiss, grateful at least he'd been there for her brother when she couldn't be, and glad she was with both of them now.

"Not so rough, brother," she called over. "Someone's going to think you're being mauled." That rarely ended well.

"Come sit by me, and Kash, you there – don't think you're going to slink away and grump on your own. You all can explain about this pocket dimension thing and what you've been doing, and I'll tell you what I can that you missed."

Still wiping the bear slobber off his face, Kash considered protesting. But if he didn't drink with them, he'd probably go drink in the other bar. Z would kick his ass if he didn't stick around to hear what Vex had been up to. And he could admit to mild curiosity about Keyleth's aramente.

So he shrugged at Vex and scratched Trinket behind the other ear. "Bar outside's not far from some grass if Trinket wants a drink too." Since obviously taking him in the cafe on check-in day was a terrible idea.

"I am being mauled," Vax called back to point out - mostly with drool and strong-but-affectionate headbutts. "And you know I love Trinket, sister dear, but Kash probably has a point. He is a bit big for indoors, and people won't know he's safe yet." A huge armored bear was far from harmless, but safe enough unless someone posed a threat to Vex.

He scratched the big brown bear's ruff with both hands, burying his face into that thick fur he'd used as a pillow so often, not long ago. The bear was so much a part of his sister that even his low rumbling and animal smell was a reassurance that yes, she had come back to him. "Uncle missed you too," he promised the beast.

For Vex, it wasn't really the convenience of being able to carry Trinket with her that made her necklace so useful. It was all the ways it could keep him safe that made it valuable. Including tucking him away when townsfolk might get scared and do something they'd regret.

"That'd be good, wouldn't it?" she asked Trinket. "Big bowl of ale and drying off in a nice sunny spot."

Trinket's big head nodded, and when Vex held out the necklace again, he let himself be sucked in for the walk through the inn to the outdoor bar.

"You too, Uncle Vax," she teased, slinging an arm around his neck to pull him close, her other around Percy's waist.

Months. Damn.

It was a measure of how much Percy had missed Vex that he didn't pull away. Even for her, he was not always comfortable with being touched. But his gun-hand was free and that, for now, was enough.

"We'll have to find you one of the swimming costumes the women here wear. You'll rather like them I think." Percy certainly would.

"He means he'll 'rather' like them," Kash supplied with a little smirk. He probably would too, if silently, and from a distance. What? He'd never send Vex'ahlia wasn't fucking hot. Just that Keyleth was. "Clothes here are scraps of cloth, when they're not optional."

He lifted his chin at Vax. "Ran into your friend the Captain sunning herself topless earlier."

Vax grasped Vex's forearm and kept them comfy-close, squeezing her hello again as they walked. He still could hardly believe it, that she was here, and it wouldn't be easy to let her away from him for some time.

He mostly ignored the implications that his sister in one of those tiny sodden garments would be sexy. He'd gotten well used to the way Vex'ahlia affected people over the years Vox Machina had been traveling together. There was honestly no point in getting his hackles up every time someone hit on her or gave her a suggestive look, or he'd have no time for doing anything else. Besides, it was one of their friends as often as not - and when it wasn't, well, Vex had played that to their advantage more than a few times.

"Not a surprise really," Vax considered Kash's report, sounding more agreeable than lascivious. The Captain Corsair was lovely as a freshly sharpened blade - but he wouldn't have it in mind to take one of those to bed, either.

"Most of the women around here are brazenly liberated," Vax noted to Vex lightly. "I think you'll fit in just fine."

Percival's sense of propriety and need for privacy meant reading him took close attention for subtle clues and understatement. But Vex liked to think she wasn't the worst at putting together the clues behind what wasn't said. Add in Kash's elaboration, and Vex gave herself a new mission – find one of these swimming costumes and find out just how much an affect it had on Percy. Maybe privately at first.

But that was for later.

"'Your friend the Captain'?" she echoed instead. "Are you making brazen friends already, brother?"

"Friends who are brazen, yes, always," Vax quipped back at her. "Brazen friends, I think you know better, sister dear."

She was teasing, of course, not that he minded. Even before Keyleth, he'd never got into quite as much of that kind of trouble as she had.

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