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GM for this game: Alacrity
Players for this game: TannTalas, Vanadia, Bromern Sal, MMV, Odyson
Hi Ho Hi Ho Noodles!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 1, Serenity View’s Spaceport, 7:15 PM PT
“Wolf here headed for the noodle house.....Ahhh where is it?”
Having yet to actually enter the town itself Wolf had no idea where it was the restaurant was. Returning back to Rocinante he talked quickly with Ma. Looking up the noodle house on the cortex Ma pointed out fastest directions for Wolf to get there. As was her nature nothing Wolf could say seemed to convince her to join them so the mechanic promised her a take out meal.
Noting the five star rating, as Wolf was headed off ship, she stopped him at the ramp telling him to dress better then his present attire. Fifteen minutes later dressed more appropriately his guns somewhat concealed, Wolf was finally off ship. a quick check of the outside struts and body of the Rocinante and he was headed into town. Passing Chewie’s ship he gave it a quick glance and continued on his way towards the noodle house................
Posted on 2015-06-05 at 14:40:05.
Edited on 2015-06-05 at 14:40:31 by TannTalas
Not Just Noodles...........
The three of them reached Mei Long’s and found it not just a noodle house but a fancy a place the likes he’d seen, right up there with the Hotel they’d stayed at. The kid had gotten use to those places so seeing all the fancy dressed folks didn’t flap him none. He checked his stuff with Wyatt, this was starting to be habit to go without his iron and it still wasn’t pleasing to him. As they stood to get on the waiting list he heard other folks being told it was a two hour wait without reservations.
“Phew this place sure seems popular.”, he whispered. He loved noodles but he could make, cook and eat his own in less time than that. He was about to tell the others he’s cook um noodles back at the Roc when a lady stepped up to them.
“Capt Wyatt Sung and Guests? Your table is ready. Right this way. Have you ever been to Mei Long’s before?”
Asher looked side long at Wyatt and raised an eyebrow; then followed Wyatt and Willow down the corridor to a private room. The hostess opens the door, bows and motions them to go in. The PR man in him noted the two armed guards; his hormones noticed they were women. ”Oh great, more women with guns.” he thought.
Seated at the table for eight was a drop dead gorgeous woman in a form fitting Alliance uniform. Her black hair, pale complexion and almond eyes show her heritage. She appeared to be too young to have been in the war, but she was still an Alliance officer.
As they entered she stood and bowed in a formal polite manner. “Good day. You must be Captain Wyatt Sung, Asher Talhone and of course, Willow Takahara. You bring great honor to myself by accepting my invitation so swiftly. I am Colonel Sally Wu, commander of the alliance outpost here on Serenity Views. “
Again Ash gave Wyatt a side glance. The kid wondered if the Colonel understood to losses suffered by so many here on this battlefield and their families, but the lady knew his name so it was only polite to smile and nod back to her.
“Yes. I sent you an invitation to join me tonight in honor of your fallen comrade and the exemplary work you did on LV-426. Many would have run, but you stood your ground for others. That is worthy of ...”
The door to the room opened slightly and a blonde woman put her head in to find the Colonel. She nodded to Ms. Wu and Ms. Wu nodded back. “Right. We are free to talk. Please sit and join me for dinner. We have much to discuss, starting with what your business is with Virgil Morningstar?”
“Ah, business talk.”thought Asher. Well he’d leave the talking to Miss Willow and just concentrate on the noodle and the view.
Posted on 2015-06-06 at 18:12:59.
Edited on 2015-06-06 at 18:30:00 by Odyson
Day 1, Mei Long’s Fine Dining, 7:00 PM PT
Noodle houses in general are not places that Wyatt considers upscale. Historically speaking, Sung hadn’t been in a noodle house that required a month’s wages to reserve a table, but he’s pretty sure that he’d just entered one.
“Phew this place sure seems popular.”, Asher whispers after they had tucked their weapons away and put their names on the waiting list.
“Must be some pretty jing chai noodles…” Wyatt acknowledges as a young hostess approaches them with a pleasant smile.
“Captain Wyatt Sung and Guests? Your table is ready. Right this way. Have you ever been to Mei Long’s before?”
Wyatt catches the Kid’s sideways look and delivers one of his own that warns the young man to be cautious before proceeding down the corridor with Willow on his arm to a private room. The hostess opens the door, bows and motions them to go in. Obligingly, Captain Sung steps through first; in part to make certain he was able to shield Willow from potential harm, and in part to be able to quickly assess the situation and react should there be a need.
Three beings are the first thing that registers with him (OOC: Perception and Intuition checks please). Almost instantly are the easy-going stances of the two flanking the one. Then, it occurs to him that they are all female—Alliance—and one is an officer. The woman at the table is a looker. Her black hair, pale complexion and almond eyes show her heritage. She appears to be too young to have been in the war, but she was still an Alliance officer, and that doesn’t sit well with the captain.
She stands and bows in a formal, polite manner, “Good day. You must be Captain Wyatt Sung, Asher Talhone, and of course, Willow Takahara. You bring great honor to myself by accepting my invitation so swiftly. I am Colonel Sally Wu, commander of the alliance outpost here on Serenity Views.“
“I’m sorry, Colonel,” Sung states dryly. “Invitation?”
“Yes,” She looks at him with large, captivating eyes. “I sent you an invitation to join me tonight in honor of your fallen comrade and the exemplary work you did on LV-426. Many would have run, but you stood your ground for others. That is worthy of...”
The door to the room opens slightly causing Wyatt to tense up a bit—not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that he could spring into action should the need arise—and a blonde woman pokes her head into the room. She nods to Colonel Wu and Sally nods back.
“Right,” she interrupts herself as the blond leaves. “We are free to talk. Please sit and join me for dinner. We have much to discuss, starting with what your business is with Virgil Morningstar?”
Tilting his head a little to the right, Wyatt steps forward and casually pulls a chair out for Willow while meeting Colonel Wu’s inquiring gaze. He doesn’t figure the Alliance officer is being forthright, and he’s not cottoning to the impression that the woman set of being honored to have them join her for dinner. Truth be told, Wyatt doubts that they would have had any choice in attending the meal had they not just happened onto the same place she’d intended to interrogate them at.
Once the good doctor has been seated, Sung pulls out his own chair and unceremoniously drops into it, dropping the ankle of his right leg across the knee of his left and pushing his hat back on his head. “Virgil Morningstar?” he says with a disinterested expression on his tanned face. “He that fellow that we met with today, Willow? The one up in that house there?
“Well, Ma’am, we ain’t too keen on losin’ limbs ‘n life t’ unexploded ordinance in the Valley an’ we was told that he’s the man t’ talk with if’n we want t’ find our way through without exploding some. That’s the extent of it.”
Removing his hat from his head, Sung places it on his right knee and runs his left hand through his stiffled hair. “Truth be told, Ma’am; this here rock ain’t exactly one o’ my favorite places in the ‘Verse. So, I’d just as soon bury the Ol’ Warhorse with whatever honors me an’ my crew can give, pick up another contract, an’ be on my way. We’re not lookin’ t’ involve ourselves in nothing further, an’ most certainly ain’t looking fer no trouble.
“Didn’t get no invitation. We was out an’ about. However, now’s we’re here perhaps you could point out what’s t’ have an’ what’s not t’ have on the menu?”
Posted on 2015-06-15 at 19:13:47.
Soup and Sandwich's anyone?
The Doc and Preacher exchanged a look that could be described as bemused. The preacher offeres his hand, “Yes I am Reverend Jim and this here is the Doc. I don’t wish to sound impolite but what are you doing here?”
The Doc does not offer his hand at all but gives a smirk to Jade, “Oh I’ll be impolite then. What business do you have here in the Heights Ms. Stormy? Pretty eyes and a nice sway ain’t gonna get you much credit with me or the Reverend.”
Ms. Stormy? That’s a new one mused Jade but out loud said “Well, thank goodness I am not looking for any credit, then. To be honest, the reason why I am here is because I have heard that people have been going missing around here, and I wanted to see with my own eyes, what might be going on,” Jade purposely tilted her head to look at the fences, before lightly commenting, “One would think if people were going missing, the priority would be to protect the group that are being targeted and not build a fence that hides said group.”
“One would think that a complete stranger would want to mind her own business in other people affairs.” Doc Greene remarked.
Jim rolled his eyes, “Somehow Doc, I don’t think she is the enemy here. Excuse my friend here, his bark is only slightly worse than his bite.”
Jade hid a small smile, I remember doing this, it’s the old bad cop verses good cop routine before looking back at them, asking “No need, I can understand a little caution, considering what I have been told. I was hoping you would be able to help me get some answers as to why people are going missing and why there isn’t more being done to help?”
“Whose gonna help?” Doc said with a sarcastic laugh, “Alllance don’t care. Builders don’t want these folk here! Morningstar? Bah! Don’t get me started!”
The name caught Jade’s attention, and she quickly asked “Who is Morningstar? The local sheriff?”
Are you looking for someone Jade?” Did you come looking for a lost relative because although the Doc here is being very rude, “He shot the Doc a look, “He is right that the people here don’t have many champions.”
“Not quite, I wanted to know who has been going missing, and what they might have had in common. All I know is that they come from this area.” Explained Jade I am also curious as to what the sources of these ghost are but I have a funny feeling you guys might laugh at me
At the moment, the comm. of jade’s belt activated, “Jade, listen here. We got company watchin' us with a very intentful eye that I don't imagine is keen on seein' if we're the type they want t' invite t' a local ball. I'm not keen on you runnin' off on yer own niether, so why don'tcha come on over to the noodle house and we'll talk 'bout what you were set on. Dohn la ma?"
Jade made a slightly sour face but answered the radio with an “Alright Captain, I am on my way.”
Shoot, I never actually grabbed a map!
“Sorry about this, but it looks like I am needed, umm, would either of you know where this noodle house would be?” Jade asks.
Doc Greene shakes his head. ”Fancy end of town,” he says pointing, “On the edge of the cliff so you can get a grand view of all the graves. Mei Long’s Fine Dining for all the upper class and crusty Wangbada in the valley.”
“Language Doc!” The Reverend said admonishingly but Jade shrugged off the words, stating “It was the Captain’s choice, not mine but I won’t take any more of your time. Joo how rin
“Pleasure to have met you Jade. I hope you find the answers you are looking for ...” The Preacher trails off as his eyes watch over Jade’s shoulder.
Turning around, Jade see six large men walking it the Heights, all dressed in the overalls and plaid shirts that denotes Trade Guild workers. The men duffel bags with them and they appear to be handing out sandwiches and bottles of drinks to the people here. Doc Greene pulls his shotgun off his back and says, “Looks like you are well named, cause you brought a Storm of trouble with you.”
“Trouble or not, I don’t think sandwiches are a good reason to shoot anyone!” countered Jade, moving to block the doctor if he stated to raise the gun.
Jim gives the Doc another look, “that didn’t even make sense Doc.”
“Damn it Jim, I’m a doctor not a writer.”
“Well, I would rather we didn’t start killing people here Doc!” the preacher said with a disgusted look at the shotgun.”
“Oh relax!” Doc Green replied, “It is just rock salt, iodine, and dried lemon.”
Jade mentally sighed in relief and relaxed, but didn’t back away. It would still hurt if fired.Jim looked at the Doc with a half smile. “You sir, are a bad man,”
The Trade guild workers moved forward and then saw the three standing there. “Whoa!” shouted the tallest one, “Put down the peashooter Grandpa! We come in peace. Just doing our civic duty!”
"Yeah. I am sure you are all just the cream of the earth!” Doc called back.
The men looked bewildered at Doc’s mixing of metaphors. Jade can see that none of the workers are armed, at least not with guns but they do all have some sort of tool on their persons (wrench, hammer, etc).
Jim stepped forward, put his hand under the Doc’s shotgun and moved the barrel downwards, “You’ll have to excuse my friend’s caution but we have had some strange dealings around here of late, and we rarely get civic minded visitors. Who sent you?”
“Guy, Our Guild boss, asked for volunteers. Said it would look good on the guild if we did some community service. It is just sandwiches and water. We ain’t looking for a fight or nuthin’”
Jim and the Doc exchanged a look so Jade took the lead. “That very kind of your guild leader! As Jim said, not too many civil visitors come by. However just to make sure everything stays that way,” Jade gave the shotgun a pointed look, “I will stick around and make sure that everyone gets a sandwich and there are no problems! ?
(OOC: Hopefully there are no arguments)
“Which reminds me, you never said the name of the guild or who your leaders name.”
Posted on 2015-08-08 at 17:10:29.
Day 1, Serenity View’s Spaceport, 7:17 PM PT
Passing Chewie’s ship Wolf gave it a quick glance and for a brief moment paused thinking maybe to ask for directions. However as he started to turn towards the ship he spotted a group of workers headed for the Heights and figured they would be a quicker sort of map help as the Roc’s mechanic knew he could be running late.
Quickening his pace to catch up he followed behind them into the Heights..............
Posted on 2015-08-22 at 19:19:06.
willow playing with her food
Mei Long’s proved to be a noodle house on par with Auntie Sun’s: a posh homage to the simple home turned frontshop for the local noodlemaker. Many a widow on Earth-That-Was had survived by opening her home to hungry laborers and travelers and most dirtside towns still featured a local noodle house that provided simple, nourishing fare that wasn’t all pre-formed protein patties. This was decidedly more upscale, and Mei Long was likely a fiction of some Blue Sun subsidiary. Still, Willow mused, the food was bound to be good , and she’s gotten a wee bit spoiled upon the cruise ship.
Surprisingly, given the foyer, a table was found for them right away, and Willow adorned Sung’s arm once more to head down a corridor. If she was surprised to find herself in a private room facing three women Alliance personnel, it didn’t show on her face. She nodded graciously at the greeting and allowed Wyatt to pull out her chair. She busied herself with arranging her skirts and removing her hat as the Colonel and Wyatt exchanged their opening sallies.
“Truth be told, Ma’am; this here rock ain’t exactly one o’ my favorite places in the ‘Verse, “Wyatt said while removing g his own hat,” So, I’d just as soon bury the Ol’ Warhorse with whatever honors me an’ my crew can give, pick up another contract, an’ be on my way. We’re not lookin’ t’ involve ourselves in nothing further, an’ most certainly ain’t looking fer no trouble.
“Didn’t get no invitation. We was out an’ about. However, now’s we’re here perhaps you could point out what’s t’ have an’ what’s not t’ have on the menu?”
Willow smiled to herself as Colonel Wu processed Wyatt-speak; she knew it would take a moment. Idly picking up her napkin and laying across her lap, Willow asked casually,” What’s the Alliance’s interest in visitors to Morningstar? You weren’t briefed by Saunders, I take it.”
Posted on 2015-08-23 at 13:55:23.
Edited on 2015-08-23 at 13:55:59 by Vanadia
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