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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Funny


Just trying to picture how Mal would have handled Jayne doing the same thing....

Posted on 2007-03-22 at 16:58:39.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It's Sam! Hide the rum!


Why is the rum always gone?

Posted on 2007-03-22 at 16:47:35.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Post them if you got them


With my new job starting next week, I will be moving the game forward on the weekend no matter what. If I do, please backpost as needed. I just imagine that I will not have any time to do another set of posts until the following weekend.

Yes, Cathy did a great job on the post, especially the filling in of background on Beth and establishing a possible future.

Posted on 2007-03-21 at 15:35:45.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: In the City


Magma spent the evening relaxing with good drink and food. Then in the evening he spend some time in quiet contemplation of the axe. It wasn’t long before that strange sense of common thought occurred between him and the axe. It wasn’t like talking, not in any way that was usual. It was flashes of imagery and feelings with a vague sense of purpose. But through it all came a name Khazadul-Barmaz or Dwarven Revenge.

The axe had been dormant for a long while, held in the hands of the human knight, it could not communicate as it could with Magma made by Dwarves for Dwarves . It was a powerful item, of that there was no doubt, for with a strong success blow dealt, the axe could divine the weaknesses of an enemy and tell the wielder.

“I be proud to wield you in battle.” He told the axe solemnly. “We be a good pair.”

Afterwards, Ulthok comes to find Magma, “Hey there, my dwarven friend mayhap you could point me in the right direction if possible. I'm in need of replacing my now vanished short bow I was wondering if you may have any knowledge of fine workmanship that might be found in this large city? Might be you could save us some wasted searching time.”

“I am only passing familiar with the city Ulthok, but I would be most willing to accompany you to help find a Fletcher that could serve your purposes.”

(DM OOC: I corrected the name of the character that came to see you as it was Ulthok and not Rayne)

Posted on 2007-03-21 at 02:47:31.
Edited on 2007-03-22 at 10:17:24 by TannTalas

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Here we go.


Geeks with Gifts
Spacedock, Thrasher City – 6:00 pm

Kora had been busy mending a small tear in the coolant line. If she didn’t know better she’d swear someone was chewing on it (probably Dash, he’d eat anything) The plastic line was thin for a reason, and you only had to look at them sometimes to break, but she had check this line not that long ago. That was when the bang on the side of Rocinante signaled that someone wanted to come in. Quickly wiping her hands with a rag, she made her way to the air doorway. Trish was already there, shotgun in hand. Kora nodded an assurance to her and looked through the viewer. It was Griffith, the captain of Royale looking up at the camera with a wave. Behind him was a grav cart with fuel cells upon it.

“Relax Trish. It’s just Grif with the fuel cells, just like the Captain said.” Kora calledback, and Trish lowered her gun and drew her hood firmly over her head. Kora opened the door to greet the older captain.

“Kora! Good to see you. Wasn’t sure if Ole Wyatt could still afford to be paying you! Wish I had a heap o’ gold to lure you away – seeing the mess my lady is in.”

(assuming conversation. Kora knows Griffith in passing but has no grudge against him. He doesn’t hold your past against you)

Griffith calls a greeting to Trish, who nods back but keeps a distance aways as is usual for her. The captain helps Kora bring the fuel cells into the bay and even offers to help with the loading.

“ I ains’t got much else to do. I gave my crew some leave since we weren’t going anywhere. Did you get searched by the feds? No? They were all over my berth tiday, lifting thing up, opening stuff up. At first I thought they were looking for contraband or an escapee, but they were looking in all them small spots andon the ground. Wouldn’t tell me what they were looking for but I could tell they were sick and tired of searching.”


Busy Night

Dm’s Note – by the dice, Wyatt was out-rolled by Dodger, but I used Willow’s skill in persuasion (d10+D10) as direct assistance which moved it your way again.

Yep…That went about as well as to be expected

It had been a tough dealin, but all of you had been in a bad situation. Dodger stated very low, offering 250 platinum and exclaiming the tragedy of having to take the sten-bolts and incinerate them. Wyatt had begun high with 2,250 pp, noting that surely Dodger was a man of the world and had tech enough to erase or change lot numbers if needed. There was much banter back and forth, and for awhile, Wyatt felt he was losing the game. Sam was a distraction, and he started feeling bad about the situation. Then Willow had stepped in to help with calm words, a flirtatious gesture or two, then a strong tone where unexpected and they came out with 1,500 pp (600 cr), a case of rum (12 bottles worth 10 cr each) and assorted foodstuff (real meat frozen, fruit, vegetables and six bars of real chocolate) that would make the next few days of moving through the black more palpable.

Once an agreement was made, it was decided that Dodger would send his men to the ship late tonight (around 9 pm) to pick up the goods and drop off yours. The cases of stuff to drop off would be very big so they can swap the sten bolts into them, and not look to casual observers like they are taking good out of your ship.

Willow had stayed behind with Dodger with a cavalier comment about not waiting up for her; she’d see them in the morning. Sam grumbled all the way back to Rocinante about how between Asher and Willow – he was the only one not getting any tonight.

Upon returning to the ship, Wyatt finds that the fuel cells have been delivered and Grif repeats to Sam and himself about the Feds searching his ship.

(insert any conversation with Grif you may wish to have. You choose whether you want him to stick around when your goods arrive or ask him to wait elsewhere)

Dodger’s crew arrives about a half-hour late, which is par for the course. Hack and Slash are there as well but they mostly supervise and do not speak much. You swap cargos into their bins and no one speaks a word about what is happening. Trish, Sam and Kora immediately start to sort through the foodstuffs with a child-like glee, not unlike present time on Christmas morning. (Chocolate! Real Chocolate! Not that synth stuff they have for us low lives! Look! Green Beans! Is that honey?)

With the way now clear, you move the special ICE crates from Royale to Rocinante and secure them to the hold. Griffith gives you a once over on how to use them, but they are easy enough (designed for miners after all, basically a crate designed to keep the content at absolute zero. It will hold a block of ice, 3x3x3 feet). He gives you the coordinated for the comet and the mine, wishing you all the best on your journey.

(Blamm is swamped in RL so I have asked Vanadia to complete the date for Asher. He will arrive sometime during the night with Beth, have a good evening and then see her off in the morning before you leave)

Sun comes up the next day (you think, this is Beaumonde after all) and it is time to be going. You buy and load the fuel cells you need, get your waste management services emptied, cleaned, fresh water in the tanks and you are good to go. Any time you leave atmo with no one wounded or hurt is a good one.

GM Note – Will stop here so you can backpost and do any housekeeping. Next post will start as you see the comet for the first time

Posted on 2007-03-20 at 20:19:09.
Edited on 2007-03-20 at 20:20:10 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: of course


My last week at the shop and now it gets busy. I have a post for Rocinante partially written, will try to get it ... posted tonight.



Posted on 2007-03-20 at 19:41:55.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: See what happens when I NPC you for too long!


Sunset is scared. Dapple can feel the emotions pouring from the tiny dragon on her shoulder like a rain shower. The explanation comes in image flashes within Dapple’s mind. The smell – it reminds her of the lab she was a prisoner in for most of her life. Images of Orlando torturing her come unbidden to her mind, and she is shaking ever so slightly.

Valentine completed his spell and looked around. There was no magic on the doorway or within the room besides that which the party had brought with them. There was something odd though, like a whisper of a wind within the senses of the spell – like an air current of magic that seemed to flow above them. If he looked for it directly, it wasn’t there but in his peripheral vision, it flittered like pixie dust in the breeze.

Jal completed his spell and become ghostlike to his companions. That strong vanishes as his senses become dulled but the incorporeal essence of the spell. But while that fades away, he feels a strong pull – like a strong wind from above - drawing him up towards the keep and tower. Were Jal on the ground floor and in this state, he would be hard pressed to avoid being dragged with it.

Like something is summoning everything undead to it he thought.

Slipping through the small crack of the door, Jal moves out into the hallway. There is no one out here waiting there arrival and no signs of traps laid beyond the door. He continues to move to the west, noticing that there is a door on his left, just before the stairs, that is slightly ajar. He looks into the room.

There is Wynter, standing beside a long wooden table. She seems to be staring at the table, at the stain of liquids on it. Jal can see some of the stains are blood, but there is another kind as well, a thicker green liquid that has adhered to the table. Jal doesn’t spend much time examining it though, for Wynter appears almost solid to him, like he could reach out and touch her, but when he tries his hand passes through her, like he is the ghost now, and she is alive.

“Do you see them, my love?”

Jal looks to where the dead girl is looking, straining to see what she means. Then it becomes clear to him. Two dead men’s souls are here in the room, but they are stretched thin across the floor and held down by what looks like roots coming from the ground. Only as he perceives them does he hear their wails of pain and anguish, as they are held down yet drawn upward to the tower as well.

“Can you help them Jal? Please make them stop screaming!”

(Jal – You have about 8 minutes of Wraithform left)

Meanwhile, as the rest of the party awaits the spellcaster’s return, Arien staggers slightly and stumbles – steadying himself on the wall. Kilgim and Char move to help him, inquiring as to what is wrong, but he moves away. “I don’t know…my head…feels …” he mumbles as he takes off his helm, lets his sword fall out of his hands and slumps down to the ground, rubbing his eyes as if in pain. “Alloryn … so dark…”

To Valentine’s detect magic, the Knight seems to start glowing. It comes and goes like a pulse.(6 minutes of magic vision left)

Then suddenly Arien stands up, looking about as surprised by his whereabouts, “What is this?” He says but his voice sounds odd - higher pitched, “Two places? How odd. Twins? Oh, this is delicious!” He steps forward in an odd exaggeratedly feminine walking pattern (picture the knight walking like Jessica Rabbit) looking over each of the party members as if seeing them for the first time. “Men! Oh, it has been so long since I have had men!”

Arien staggers again, clutching his head with both hands, “What is …” his voice sounds strained but normal again. (DetMag – light fades)

His face curls up into a savage mask of rage, (DetMag – light returns) his eyes fall upon Dapple, “An elf!” he spits with fury (and that strange voice again) launching himself at Dapple with arms extended like claws.

Sunset hisses and draws her wing back as if to strike. Dapple gets a very clear image of a woman lunging to attack her - a woman with talon like hands and greenish skin.

Posted on 2007-03-18 at 14:14:13.
Edited on 2007-03-18 at 14:17:35 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Push up bras - oh my!


That's my Fantasy! Woohoo!

I'm a polo shirt and khaki pant type of guy. I also love t-shirts with unusual prints on them from places I have visited. I have three t-shirts strictly for D&D playing. One says "Carpe DM - Seize the Dungeon Master", another is a black dragon printfrom collar to bottom, and the other is labeled "Continuing Where we Last Left Off" on the front and "They're Not That Tough" on the back.

Posted on 2007-03-16 at 11:24:31.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Update


I have signed the Offer of Employment paperwork and will be sending it in by courier tomorrow. As of March 26th I will be working for IKON. Should be interesting.

Woohoo!

Posted on 2007-03-14 at 02:56:39.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Official


I have signed the paperwork and will be sending it in by courier tomorrow. As of March 26th I will be working for IKON. Should be interesting.



Posted on 2007-03-14 at 02:47:48.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: inwards


The door out of this room has no lock, and upon a examination from Dapple, she realizes that although not trapped, the door is not hinged either. In fact, with the smallest amount of pressure, the old door would have come crashing down into the hallway.

She listens carefully, the magically induced silence of Kilgim now ended. The sounds from above are distracting but to Dapple’s elven ears, there is no sounds coming from beyond the door.

(assuming someone will open it carefully)

The layout before you is what you had expected from Gwanele’s map. Before you is an open area about 20 x 20 feet. There is a good solid door to the immediate right of you, on the north wall. There is a corridor to the south with a number of doors in various states of decay. It looks as though the rooms and cells to the south have not been used by the current inhabitants. This room itself has no furnishing or décor of any sort, other than a pattern of mold on the far wall that resembles a man’s head with very big hair.

The smell of pine is stronger here. It permeates the nose so much so that you feel you can taste the scent. At first you thought it might be a cleaning liquid, but this is stronger than that, like a concentrated smell of pine sap.

Dapple listens to the north door and checks it. It is not locked, but this one is indeed hinged. There is a fair amount of rust on the bolts too, sending suspicions through Dapple and Char that the door will creek loudly when opened.

Posted on 2007-03-11 at 18:27:09.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Moving along


I will move the game forward tomorrow even though not everyone has posted. It isn't a situation right now that requires all input. Besides i still have not heard from Olan on the topic of Arien and Raven told me he is swamped right now.



Posted on 2007-03-11 at 00:02:07.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: good question


They have offered me the job. It is mine to have and they want me to come in to fill out all the paperwork. However, i want to make sure of some details not discussed yet before I sign anything (vacation time, benefits, etc etc).

yo usee, in my wife's line of work, they send out offers of employments that you get to read and have your lawyer go ovr first before you sign. This is what I expected, but doesn't seem to be happening. But I have only change jobs once in the last 25 years and it was family oriented, so there was no offer. So maybe the offers of employment only occur in the high level professional sales circles. I do not know. I will go in Tuesday with full intention to sign up, but I want to go over all the details first.

Posted on 2007-03-10 at 22:56:28.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: There'll be time enough for counting


“Good, solid sten-bolts is all. Figured you could get some fair market pricin’ fer the lot of them… got a good five cartons full: five hunnerd, shiny.”

“Willow! You sly vixen. What you be tryin’ to do to me 'ere?”

"Dodger, darlin', if I were attempting to ‘do’ you, there'd be no mistaking it for anything else. I told the captain, if anyone could move marked goods and get close to market value, it's Dodger, and so here we are. We hadn't gotten to talking about price yet, and we had no intention of hiding anything. With me, sweetness, what you see is what you get."

“Same’s clean through fer the lot o’ us, Dodger. I ain’t no Chwen, and ain’t lookin’ to wind up on the wrong end of Dodger’s interests. Like I said, five hunnerd o’ them. These here are good, solid pieces o’ equipment, Dodger. They ain’t some spoiled turnips we’re trying to dice and pass off as raisons. They’ll fetch ya a good price on the flipside, so what’s your offer?”


A moment. It isn’t a long stretch of time - the space of time between the clicks of the second hand. There was a lot that could happen in a moment though. Wyatt had seen scores of men die in a moment. Dash had pulled Rocinante from certain destruction in a moments turn of the wheel. Willow, well she had seen men do in a moment what should have lasted an entire evening, yet a moment was all she needed to bring a man from death to life on an operating table.

A moment passed between Dodger looking at the serial number of the sten-bolt. That was all it was, a serial/lot number that was stamped on manufactured goods. Sam saw that from where he was sitting. Nothing saying alliance only goods or any such cautions – after all they were just gorram sten-bolts. But Wyatt wasn’t looking at the serial number; he saw the fear flash in Dodger’s eyes. Something about this shipment scared the big man, and scared him badly.

Dodger sized up Wyatt and his crew in the same moment. After which the guarded smile was replaced by the genuine one, followed by that infectious laugh. “Ahhh, Miss Willow, dese not be marked. No fears dere. And you speak truth, I can move marked goods if the goods be good. But dis is the first time I ‘ave ‘ad anyone bring me goods what were stolen from me, looking for a good price.”

(assuming some astonishment here)

“See, I ‘ad a client want to move dese bolts along with other such merch, going to Newhall. I used an independent operator, much like yourselves, to do the deed. Trustwort’y sort who ‘ad done many jobs in de past.” Dodger leaned back as if to weigh his words, “Dat be Captain North and ‘is swan - Nina ‘artley

(You have all heard of Nina Hartley. It was found adrift in the black, with no crew, no cargo. Reports on the waves said it was hit by pirates, using an EMP to disable the ship, then overriding the backup systems to open all hatches – sucking the crew into the void.)

“Yeah Mon! Dat de one. Very ‘arsh way to steal 2 credit a piece sten-bolts. But pirates don’t always know the cargo is good or not. So I ‘ave to make amends to the client. I ‘ave a rep to keep. Offer to pay de cost of d’ goods, and compensation, Mon. But ‘e’s all no worries Mon. Even t’rows a big job to me to make sure dere be no ‘ard feelings. I don’t bite the ‘and that feeds Mon, but dere be lesser mon than me on a meat ‘ook for losing dis cat’s stuff, you know what I mean?

(Assume some commentary here)

“So ‘ere you be wit’ part of dis cargo. So what am I to do? If I send you ‘way and you move dem elseswhere, word gets out, my reputation is shot and you be in trouble. If I try to move dem and word gets out, then my rep be trashed and dere be questions. If I take dem and turn ‘em over to my client, then ‘e’ll want names and you’d be in a world of ‘urt that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, let alone alls of you. So what am I to do now? Dat be de question.”

Posted on 2007-03-10 at 22:47:34.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: news report


I have been seeking a new job. I received an offer from IKON on Friday for Site manager. It looks very promising right now, but i will be going in to the head office on Tuesday to see all the details. From the verbal offer though, I am very happy with the terms and it is exactly what I was looking for in a job.

This will probably mean I won't be on the site as much as I have been for awhile. My current job had me very very very very bored so I sought refuge here. However, I am not leaving the site in anyway shape or form, just going to have a real job again.

If you ever thought to yourself, I wish I had a job where they paid me to do nothing - let me tell you from experience NO YOU DO NOT! It is fun for a few months but it is terrible after that.


Posted on 2007-03-10 at 21:41:56.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Step Away from the Computer so no one gets hurt


I just spent an hour write my rocinante post and then accidently deleted it as i was closing all the windows I had open. I'll be in the bar for the next hour or so....

Anyway - News. I have been seeking out a new job. I received an offer from IKON on Friday for Site manager. It looks very promising right now, but i will be going in to the head office on Tuesday to see all the details. From the verbal offer though, I am very happy with the terms and it is exactly what I was looking for in a job.

This will probably mean I won't be on the site as much as I have been for awhile. My curreent job had me very very very very bored so I sought refuge here. However, I am not leaving the site in anyway shape or form, just going to have a real job again.

If you ever thought to yourself, I wish I had a job where they paid me to do nothing - let me tell you from experience NO YOU DO NOT! It is fun for a few months but it is terrible after that.

Anyway. Need to restart my post again.&^%^@*!!!

Posted on 2007-03-10 at 21:29:29.

Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: a jab


Why haven't we seen Olan for weeks?



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I have gurbles in my lickenhosen!

Posted on 2007-03-08 at 17:15:35.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I am a tease


I said I would move things forward and I get a second interview with a good company. I should try that more often.

Sorry to tease you. I hope to have some time tonight after we pick up our new car. No promises though.

Posted on 2007-03-07 at 19:03:08.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Magma checks in


The battle was done and despite the danger and one sidedness of the struggle, Magma shrugs his usual way and comments, “Nice fight. Too short though. I prefer enemies that I can sink an axe into, personally.”

Speaking of Axes, Magma was much enamored by the new axe in his life. ‘You and me, we need to talk a bit, but later. Other things to do.”

The dwarven warrior did not care for the ongoing discussion of honour among his companions over the lady. It was more than any sensible man could handle, and Magma reach his fill of “how the knight turns” a long time ago. The warning from the king was serious though. There were few times that Magma was willing to run from a fight, but he recognized the danger of their situation.

He quickly introduced himself to the new member of the group. “Rayne? Magma. Good to have you with us. I’ll appreciate the eyes in sky but you’ll excuse me if I prefer to keep my feet closer to the ground. Are all these critters yours?”

So they rode and rode, rapidly through day and night to reach the Erebor and the city of Star Fall. This was his homeland, but it never truly felt like home to him. Still he did know a thing or two about the place.

“Starfall is a good place to rest. The town mayor is a dwarf by the name of Shielder Ironfist. The militia is commanded by a man named Iven Dickel and is a company of some strength. Although it’s a major city, it is not fortified with walls or any real defenses but its close enough to other cities with large Regimental size units to gain aid if needed fast. We should be relatively secure here, but not enough to drop our guard completely.”

OOC: Once in town, Magma will help find an inn, then drink a fair amount of ale (the good dwarven stuff) and late in the evening spends some time in quiet contemplation of his new axe.


Posted on 2007-03-07 at 03:16:35.
Edited on 2007-03-07 at 03:18:01 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: ack!


For some reason, no matter how often I subscribe, I didn't get notice that people had posted.

Hey, I can move the deal forward!

Posted on 2007-03-06 at 21:40:04.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It was a PM


And I think I have a copy at home. I'll send it to you tonight. I am behind on everyone elses friends and families as well.

Posted on 2007-03-06 at 17:08:29.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Blamm


Glad you liked the post. I do aim to please.

As to how far to go with the date? Taking it as far as leaving for the Roc (btw - I like this shortform. I see it pronounced as ross) is fine with me. This is not an intergral part of the plot, in fact it is a sideline I'm doing because it is fun to play out (to think I was going to merely say "you had an interesting night"). So have fun with it but don't add any major complications. You will have a marvelous meal, Auntie Sun will not take your money but will charge it to the Takahari family (making some blunt comment about how they'll never even notice it darling, but do tell Miss Call-me-Willow that I treat you right.Okay? Thank you, darling). No one will jump you on the way back.



Posted on 2007-03-05 at 11:27:29.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: SILENCE!


The Silence spell lasts 12 minutes. By the time you get to the end of the passage, it is gone.

Posted on 2007-03-04 at 23:50:16.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Inside


Would Magma know anything about the Dwarven city ahead. Common knowledge among dwarves like who rules there, what are the general rules, fortification and the bawdy shops with the best of short bearded women?

Posted on 2007-03-04 at 21:28:52.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Finally


OOC: As with the other game, I am sorry for the delay. RL sucked me in and spun me around these last couple of weeks. Glad to be back.

Meeting the Dodger

Dodger’s place of business was in the seedy side of town, where Dodger had been born. “I be born 'ere, Mon, and I be buried 'ere Mon!” He would exclaim if anyone asked why he remained here.

Wyatt, Sam and Willow entered the establishment, a basic building that could be a residence or a business and did not stand out to anyone on the street. Willow was dressed to the nines and looking her best. Sam was doing his level best to not be distracted, which was barely avoiding walking into light poles and brick walls while admiring her walk from behind.

At the doorway inside, you are met by Dodger’s bodyguards, Hack and Slash. Hack was a huge giant of a Chinese man, head shaved except a long bound top-knot and well honed muscles covering his body. He dressed in deep blue Wu-Shun trousers with vest and walked with a graceful precision of a cat. Slash was also a large man, Caucasian by descent. His right eye, left arm and upper half of his chest were all replaced with cybernetics. He dresses only in red boxer type shorts and crisscrossing leather straps that held two Dao Broadswords on his back. Slash made no move towards you as you entered, merely watching you through the red optic of his artificial eye.

Hack bowed to you respectfully and motioned to a table by the door. You had been here before and you knew the rules, no guns pass this point. There is no point arguing the issue and it is a matter of honour in Dodger’s house that no one goes in armed.

Once inside, the office is a smoky place, with many drapes and curtains giving the oversize place a feeling of many rooms. Dodger leans on his desk awaiting you. He is a tall man, black skinned and dressed in a t-shirt and pants of a multitude of banded colours. He smiles broadly as you enter. “Captain Wyatt Mon! Good to see you?” He steps forward to shake hands. “Sam! ‘Ow you doin’ Mon! Nice Shirt! ‘Ow long you ‘ave to wear to win de bet?” He asks with a hearty laugh. Then he lays eyes upon Willow and he whistles slowly, “Willow, my my my. You are looking fine Girl.” He shoots a look back at Wyatt, “You are an unfair man, mon. Bring a beautiful woman to my ‘ome like dis, ‘ow am I suppose to talk business wit’ a clear ‘ead?” He laughs again while strolling around his desk to sit down. “Can I offer you a drink? Smoke? Other pleasures?” He asks still laughing infectiously.

(Assume some small talk here. Dodger serves only the best to his guests)

“So. Willow say you ‘ave some cargo you need moved. Whatcha got Mon that be burning a ‘ole in your ‘ull?”

(assuming you brought a sample to show)

Dodger looks at the stem bolt critically. He leans over and turns on a lamp. The light form the lamp is a dark one, but it illuminates writing on the stem bolt that was otherwise invisible. He looks at the writing for a long time, and then starts laughing again. He looks over to you with a smile, but the look in his eyes is no longer as warm.

“Willow! You sly vixen. What you be tryin’ to do to me 'ere?”

On the Ship

Trish re-organizes the goods within the cupboards of the galley. Willow was a dear for wanting to help, but Trish had a system for organizing and she preferred to do it herself. Plus it was important to hide some of the stock away or else Asher or Sam could eat them out of a week’s worth of food in one sitting. She shook her head at the memory of her finding Sam and Asher once eating concentrated protein paste out of the tube. She shuddered at the memory.

Speaking of protein paste, Trish noticed something strange. She has five of the small jars left, hidden in the back cupboard and as she removed them to rotate them with the fresh bought jars, she noted that one was open and half empty. Those boys! If they are going to eat my gorram stash, they could at least not put an open package back!

Meanwhile, Kora worked on the engine, happily grease covered and thinking at the same time. Captain mentioned they would be heading to Frisco on Regina – which was where an old army buddy of hers lived, last she heard. She wondered if Shakespeare was still there. She also wondered how he was doing. So many of the survivors had turned to one vice or another after the war.

The Date

OOC: I added some conversation but you may embellish afterwards

Beth looked up at the sign of the restaurant that Asher had brought her. She stopped in her place. “Asher? You don’t mean this Sunni’s Noodle House?”

The Kid looked at her and up at the sign, “Is there another?”

“No but …”

“Well then” The young man gestures and walks up the stairs. Beth follows looking very bewildered.

Inside, the restaurant has a waiting area, which is a sign of trouble to Asher. In fact, the waiting area is quite fancy and posh, with a coat check (that actually takes coats, mind you) and a well dressed lady at the doorway to the entrance. She looks at the young couple dubiously. “Yes? Can I help you?”

(assuming some sort of “we’d like a table”)

The young girl looks at Asher with a barely concealed scorn. “What is your name? You have reservations? We are quite busy right now.”

As she looks at her book with insincere disappointment, a diminutive woman comes up beside her. A Pan-Asian woman of some years, and a very determined look about her. “What are you doing, girl?” She says loudly and pushes the young girl out of the way. She comes to Asher directly and takes his hand, “You must be Asher Talhone, am I right, of course I am. Come, come! I have a table set aside for you, very special, away from the common place people we put near the kitchens.” As she says that she stops at the shocked expressions of a couple dining that overheard her comment. “Marcus, darling, you are looking well. Hilda, my goodness, you have gained a ton. More soup, less pork buns for you, darling.” She says with a wide smile and then smoothly glides to a room off to the side of the main dining room.

The room is set up for two, with candles and fine china. A bottle of sake sits on a warmer within reach of the table. “Come now, come, come. Please sit down. Let me take your coats.” The tiny woman says as you move to sit down, “You girl!” She shouts at a passing server who stops in her tracks to accept the coats unceremoniously tossed at her. “Go! Hang these up and tell Mina I want a special dinner for two for the guests of the Takahara family.” She turns back to the couple, “I took the liberty of putting out sake for you. I am not sure what you drink on that ship of yours, but I am sure it is dreadful. Bathtub gin, I am sure!”

“I am Auntie Sun, you are my guests. Tonight, you will be dazzled and amazed by a culinary masterpiece like no other. I am inspired, darlings, merely inspired! I want to create an evening of enjoyment for you like no other.” She gestures wildly around the room, then her eyes settle on Beth, “My, aren’t you a healthy one with the bosoms? No no, no modesty. It is good to be proud of the assets one is given. No plastic women here!” She turns to leave the room, “be sure to sample the hargow as it is real shrimp, grown on premises darling. The pork, well we all have our limits. I’ll be back shortly to see how you are doing. If you are not stuffed to bursting, then I will have failed!”


Posted on 2007-03-04 at 21:21:56.
Edited on 2007-03-04 at 21:22:34 by Alacrity

 
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