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GM for this game: Alacrity
Players for this game: Tann'Talas, Vanadia, Bromern Sal, MMV, Odyson
Meet Jade Storm
Jade hummed a soft tune to herself as she walked. Her eyes never stayed too long in one place as she looked around; admiring all that was around her. If she had more time, she would go exploring but she had some where to be and the shinnies would have to wait. Assuming that she ever came back…no, stay on target, you have a potential job, don’t ruin your chances by going off to explore…but there was so much to look at…no, no, focus! Trying to get her mind of looking around, she speed up and tried to remember what Sam had told her about his previous crew mates.
“Tell ya about the crew? Yeah, I reckon I c’n do that,” Dash grinned at Jade from behind his glass of whiskey, “Ain’t like ya got nothin’ to worry ‘bout from none of ‘em, get me?” He took a slug of the liquor and the grin evaporated as his eyes skimmed the bar before returning to the woman across the table from him. “Folk like you an’ me can’t afford ta walk inta nothin’ blind, though, can we?”
Just as she was about to worry that she had gotten the wrong direction, Jade spotted the meeting place and smiled in relief. Now the only question was to figure out whom Mr. Sung and Ms. Takahara was and give them Mr. Dash’s letter, as there were still some of the other pilot candidates standing around. Hmmm…Start with Mr. Sung, how had Mr. Dash described him?
The pilot’s jaw tightened as he stared into his glass and chewed on his thoughts for a minute and, when he looked up, again, the grin had returned, this time with a rather nostalgic turn to it. “Wyatt,” he said, then, “Good ol’ Wyungsung… heh… he’ll be Rocinante’s cap’n… an’ most like th’ best friend as I ever had in th’ Verse. I’d be the jia huo as tends ta run off at th’ mouth where Cap’n Sung’d be more like ta stare a hole through yer gorram brainpan as waste a word er two. That ain’t ta say he don’t talk, get me? He jus’ don’ tend ta suck as much atmo when he does talk as might a more verbose fella. That’d be Wyatt all ‘round… Quiet… Dead calm… Kinda like th’ deep Black, y’know? Intense-like. Talks like that… walks like that… Hell, th’ man even ruttin’ flies like that. Just like th’ Black, though, tha’ quiet an’ calm c’n turn inta a storm o’ goh suh real gorram quick.”
Jade translate that in her head to Mr. Sung was the serious and quiet type…though that would described a couple of different men in the room. Okay, new strategy, Mr. Dash had described Ms. Takahara as incredible beautiful and the one who did all the talking, so let’s assume that the two were standing near each other…Aha! Jade spotted a serious man with an very pretty woman talking to each other, looking somewhat frustrated. Jade eagerly approached them; mentally hoping she wasn’t budding in line, but hey no one else was talking to them so she was going to make her move.
“Excuse me, would you two happen to be Captain Sung and Ms. Takahara?”
(OOC: Assuming they give her a confirmation)
“Howdy! My name is Jade Storm, it’s a pleasure to meet’cha” she said with a smile and offered her hand to shake. (If someone takes her hand, Jade will happily shake their hand. If they both ignore her, she will put her hand down without seeming fazed)
“I heard you were looking for a pilot so I was hoping to apply! I have my resume right here so you can see it,” she said carefully pulling her resume out of her messenger bag and handing it over. She waited a few minutes for them to read, before carefully whispering, “I also have something else for you, but you will want to read it somewhere private. Can we go somewhere else?”
Once they were out of ear range and in a separate room, Jade handed over the letter that Mr. Dash had given her and waited. Once they were done reading, Jade dug out a lighter and offered it to them with a simple explanation of “Ya might want this.”
Posted on 2014-10-17 at 01:28:42.
Edited on 2014-10-17 at 01:29:13 by MMV
When Asher woke Jenette had already gone, only the smell of her perfume lingered on the pillow. When he looked at the chronometer it was past noon, no wonder the marshal was gone. Rolling out of the bed the kid saw a light flashing by the video comm. Pressing the buttom a picture of an attractive young lady dressed in white appeared on the screen. In a professional tone and meter she spoke into the screen, “ Mr. Talhone, I am Nurse Ratchet, Nancy Ratchet, I am on staff here at the hotel. To ensure your comfort I would like to check your wounds and perhaps redo your bandages. If you simply press the button again I will up shortly.” Ash smiled and pressed the button. The picture winked out and he stretched. He made his way to the shower, the hot water felt really comforting and the stream eased his soreness.
Asher shut off the water, the glass walls were frosted over. The kid stepped out on to the marble floor, a warm, soft plush towel was handed to him.
Posted on 2014-10-20 at 01:37:39.
Edited on 2014-10-20 at 16:16:50 by Odyson
“Excuse me, would you two happen to be Captain Sung and Ms. Takahara?”
Exhaustion usually wasn't something someone staying in a luxury hotel could claim to feel, but all of the social gatherings, the pleasantries, the need to be around all of those high-society types; that wasn't Captain Sung's cup of tea. Rather than feeling relaxed and refreshed he felt haggard and worn. The conversation that the young woman interrupted was essentially Willow trying to help Wyatt spread that patience a little further in the whole process of playing at Party Favor while they tried to fill the pilot's seat.
Turning his gaze from his trusted companion's worried expression and quickly assessed the woman standing before them. Short, slightly tousled black hair, an infectious smile, with Indian blood...
"Yup," Captain Sung acknowledges rather simply. He is so very tired of playing this game of meet n' greet only to have even more disappointment.
“Howdy! My name is Jade Storm, it’s a pleasure to meet’cha” she says with a smile and offers her hand to shake.
Wyatt extends his hand half-heartedly and takes Ms. Storm's in a firm, but gentle grip.
“I heard you were looking for a pilot so I was hoping to apply! I have my resume right here so you can see it,” she carefully pulls her resume out of her messenger bag and hands it over.
Her resume is impressive and she seems clean except for a need of an inhaler once in awhile due to a lung infection. Once Wyatt finishes reading the list of accomplishments over he hands the paper to Willow and quietly resumes a study of the applicant while the Doc reads through the bullet points.
As Willow finishes, and before either the beautiful doctor, or the solemn captain, can say anything; Jade carefully whispers, “I also have something else for you, but you will want to read it somewhere private. Can we go somewhere else?”
Once they were out of ear range and in a separate room, Jade hands over the letter that Mr. Dash had given her and waits.
Heya, Wyung-sung! is written on the envelope and it is Sam Dash's handwriting.
Wyatt's stomach decides to perform a triple backflip and to stick it with flare. Sam... Wo Bu Shin Wo Dah Yan Jing! The twitchy Huen Dahn's still alive! True to form, Wyatt remained unchanged on the exterior despite the craziness and sudden outpouring of emotion that was roiling about inside. Snails would have been clocked at a faster speed that it takes Sung to withdraw the letter inside the envelope. Part of him was terrified that the letter was a death notice, Sam Dash's Last Will & Testament, or some other macabre attempt from Sam as a letter of release, or notification, that he was no longer among them.
Long time, no see, puhn yoh! I’d’ve shot ya a wave but, things bein’ as they are with all them hidden eyeballs on me an’ such, I conjured scrawlin’ a note on a piece of paper’d be a damn-sight safer, get me? I’m hopin’ that this here dispatch finds its way to ya without too ruttin many complications.
Anyhoo…Just cuz I ain’t seen ya in a spell don’t mean I ain’t been payin’ attention, though. Fact o’ the matter is, a li’l fairy told me as you an’ Roc’re in the way of needin’ a new driver… which brings us to why, exactly, yer gettin’ this note passed to ya by this whip of a woman… (and, Wyatt, if anyone but a good lookin’ gal with dark hair and darker twinklin’ eyes ain’t the party passin’ ya this note, shoot ‘em down, now, an’ burn atmo! On t’other hand, if she’s what I’m sayin’, keep readin.)… The bao bei standin’ front of ya’s Jade Storm an’, aside from my own ruttin’ self, I cotton she’s one of the best pilots in the Verse… Don’t tell her as I said that, though, as she’s like ta get all wheezy on ya as her head gets ta swellin’ and you’ll need ta make sure she gets a knock on that puffer of hers… Like I says, puhn yoh, girl’s a jing chai pilot an’ ain’t to shabby on the technical side, neither. Just like a bunch of us, though, she’s got her hitches but, given what I’ve come ta know bout her (an’ I could fill ya in, but I figure she’d be best to do that), I reckon she’d be right ta home amongst you folks. I’d consider it a kindness if you’d take her in and give her a shot, brother… I don’t reckon she’s like to let ya down, none.
Gotta fly, Wyatt. Atmo here’s gettin’ a might thick an’ them gorram hounds’re still nippin’ my heels… Just figured I’d send a wheel-wizard yer way and drop ya a line as ta let ya know that ol’ Sam’s still out here and still suckin’ air. Give the crew my regards (y’know… kiss Ma on the cheek and give Miss Wil a smack on th’ keester, fer me) an’, Good fuzzy Lord willin’, we’ll cross paths again ‘fore too much of a spell.
Keep a keen peelin’ on yer six and stay frosty, puhn yoh,
P.S. Get rid of this once yer done, get me? Burn it, eat it, everwhat ya gotta do…. S
Belly dancers would have been jealous of the action going on in Wyatt's stomach as he read the missive from his best friend. The news isn't dire, the request adds a whole different level of credence to Jade Storm's credentials, but the fact that Sam is still MIA is like a sinkstone on Sung's heart as he hands the letter to Willow.
As the good doctor reads Dash's only communication in--How long has it been?--Wyatt contemplates the meaning behind his friend's disappearance once more. He wanted to drop everything and pursue Sam. He wanted to beat the obstinance out of Sam for bailing on them instead of relying on them for help. Then, once Willow was through with him in the infirmary, he'd do it again for good measure just to make certain Sam didn't get it in his thick head to duck out a second time. Buddha save me, but I miss that Ai Chr jze Se Duh Fohn Diang Gho.
Jade dug out a lighter and offered it to them with a simple explanation of “Ya might want this," drawing Wyatt from his thoughts and making him realize that Willow had finished. He wants to lean forward and intently begin grilling Jade on Sam's whereabouts, but at the same time, he knows he needs to respect his friend's privacy. Eden's voice in his head keeps whispering that Sam will find them when he can. It's not as comforting as it usually is.
"When can you be ready to fly?" is all Wyatt says as he accepts the lighter and takes the letter from Willow, setting it ablaze at the bottom left corner.
Posted on 2014-10-25 at 04:59:53.
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