Log Date: 10/21/98 Log Cast: Farseer, Shenner, Ariani (NPC), Illex, Fryke, Chantinelle, Titus, Emma (NPC) Log Intro: Ever since she first set foot in the Sandbar, Loren Jarnes, the young Corellian who plays drums for Rekkie Sheldon's band, has been in ardent pursuit of Shenner's affections -- or at any rate, in ardent pursuit of something Shenner's not the slightest bit willing to give him. Her latest strategy in fending off the eager young man has been to drink him under the table, making Loren down three Corellian Suicides to her own four. Shen wound up walked home by the Marine Jonathan Webb, and the unfortunate Loren was hauled home by two of his bandmates. And, given the size of the hangover she's awakened with on the next day, she gleefully anticipates the shape the other musician will be in, too. It's also possible that the hangover makes Shen's temper a little shorter even than usual.... ---------- You walk into Fountain Square. Fountain Square - Plaxton City The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small patch of green that is the center of Plaxton City. A stone fountain -still in place from another time- sits in the center of the square. It depicts a young woman looking into the sky. water flares around her and bursts into a star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 'Farewell, for all journeyers that leave this place shall always return to call it home.' Wandering the square throughout the day are Caspar Marines; some off-duty and enjoying their downtime while on-duty commandos in full armor and uniform keep watch over the area. Despite the commandos' aggresive appearance, they are viewed with admiration and respect from most of the citizens, some of them even joking and talking with families. The morning sky above is cloudy with patches of clear spots allowing you to see the sky behind them. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Farseer => IGNews Terminal - Caspar => Mail Terminal: Caspar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ndbar leads to The Sandbar. outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City. orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City. Farseer looks at you for a moment. A slim young figure with russet hair and a leather knapsack over her shoulder comes sauntering down from North Mergansar Avenue, headed for the Sandbar. Farseer stand by the IGNews terminal with his hands inhis pockets. He looks around the area and whistles on a cute melody. He stands alone and watch allthe people and seem amused by it. His eyes intently taking inthe surroundings. The redheaded girl's green eyes flick their attention off in the direction of that whistling, at least for a moment; perhaps she's attentive to snippets of music in her vicinity. But it doesn't take her long to reach her destination, and in short order, she vanishes into the bar. You enter the Sandbar. The Sandbar A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the background. ----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP" ----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP" -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Ariani => Emma -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. Farseer enters the Sandbar. Farseer has arrived. "--he oughtta have a hangover that lasts all week," says Shenner triumphantly to the bartender, grinning in a feral sort of satisfaction. The bartender, however, holds up a finger to the girl and turns to check the place out for incoming customers, leaving Shen to claim herself a stool and drop the leather carrysack she's bearing down onto the floor beside her. Farseer casually anters the sandbar whistling on a cute little melody. His hands are in his jackets pockets his staure in general is relaxed. He takes a look around the bar and seem to eye a certain red haired woman a secon longer thanthe rest of the gathered before finally walks up to the bar. "Mornin'," says the bartender affably to the newcomer. "What can I get ya?" Farseer stops his whistling and rubs his chin with his left hand and smiles charmingly at the barkeep. He gets a thoughtfull expression for a few seconds before deciding, "I'll have a corellian ale!" he suggests and sits down on one of the barstools. He removes his jacket and lays it down on the bar before him and sighs as he stretch his legs. "We can do that," says the woman behind the bar steadily, turning round to pour up the drink in question. The ale is quickly provided, Ariani smiling politely at the customer's charm, the redhead sitting with her steaming mug glancing neutrally in the man's direction before she sets her datapad down on the bartop beside her drink. Farseer take the mug of ale and toss a few credits on the bar, "Thank you, most kind of you!" he says in his best corellian and then takes a sip of it and smiles appreciatively Ariani, it would seem, knows the language. She drawls back in the same, "It's my job, pal." The redhead, in the meantime, glances sidelong at the customer again, something in her expression going a bit... still, perhaps... at the accents of the Corellian tongue; Ariani, then, turns back to the girl, giving her a searching sort of look and then saying cheerfully, "Hangover into next week, huh? This mean he's going to play tonight, or what?" Shener snaps her attention back to the older woman, plasters on a crooked smile, and hahs. "Rekkie'll make him play if she has to get Tethra to loom over him to do it." Farseer seem not to notice the barkeeps reaction but instead turns on his stool to sit withhis back against the bar. He views the people in the room and cast a glimps at the bar row as well. With one ear he listen at the conversation somewhere on his right side, with an amused smile on his lips. "I dunno," murmurs Ariani wryly, "three Corellian Suicides do tend to ruin your hand-eye coordination. Even if you are Corellian." Shenner can be heard to snort. "Yeah, and I'll make him drink four next time, if he's damn fool enough to try it again." She takes down a gulp of her steaming drink, and punches the power button on her little datapad, making it beep into life. Farseer turn to the barkeep, "Excuse me..." he says and clears his throat slightly, "Is there entertainment at the evenings at this place? he asks in common basic this time. His intense eyes curious and glistening. Ariani turns back to the customer, and says promptly, "Yep. Rekkie Sheldon's band." This makes the redheaded girl look up again, though she doesn't offer in any commentary. Illex enters the Sandbar. Illex has arrived. Farseer nods slowly to himself then looks up again at the barkeep, "They're good?" he asks with the same curious expression. A charming smile spreads across his face. His hands slowly turning the mug round and round on the bar. Illex walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Illex has left. "They're good," puts in the redhead, her expression entirely bland. The bartender doesn't even bat an eye, turning to wipe a bit of residue from someone's long-gone glass off the bartop. "They're good," she affirms, eyes sporting a bit of a twinkle. Whether it's due to the customer's charming expression or something else is anybody's guess. Farseer nods and silently turn back to view the other customers with an amused smile onhis lips. He starts to whistle onhis little tune again but more silently this time. He stops every now and then only to take a small sip of his ale before continuing. Shenner gives the customer a brief narrow-eyed look; Ariani, wearing the sort of unfazed expression that suggests that she gets bizarre questions like this all the time, amiably turns back to the younger woman, to whom she states dryly, "Well, try not to get him too damaged, kiddo, unless you want to take over playing drums as well as guitar." "It won't be a problem," snorts the redhead young woman, "if he'd lay off trying to flirt." Farseer suddenly finish his tune and turns his head at the redhead woman, "You play in the band?" He asks simply and his eyes show his interest. "Oh... Excuse me... I am not from town and not very much aware of things here yet!" he says and holds out his right hand, "I am Jack!" he says friendily Shenner turns her head slightly where she sits, peering at the man and his profferred hand; after a moment, she takes and shakes it, her grip firm despite the relative smallness of her own palm, the slenderness of her fingers. "Shenner," she says gruffly. "Shen plays guitar for Rekkie's group," puts in Ariani. Farseer grins, "Nice to meet ya!" he says sincerely, "You don't happen to know if there is any swooper hangouts around town?" he asks curiously and takes a large sip of his ale. "There's an arena, southwest of here," Shen says, tone a little short; perhaps she hasn't quite decided what to make of this fellow yet. The bartender, in the meantime, clarifies, "They're having a good number of races over there, I hear. People come in here between 'em all the time." Farseer nods and smiles, "They do?" he asks and chuckles, "Hey, this town might not be as bad anyhow... Too bad I junked my old swooper back home..." he empties his mug and puts it on the bar, "So... When's the next race?" he asks the bartender. "I hear tell they haven't set a date on it, yet," is Ariani's reply, as she leans against the counter on the wall behind her. "Got a tourney going on at the moment, but they seem to be setting each bout on whim, almost." She gives a bit of a chuckle. Farseer nods, "Yeah.. Well, that's the way it is usually... Hard to organize the guys and gals for those things." he exclaims, "Hey, anyone of you two know where I can buy me a new swooper?" he asks looking from one to the other. Shenner looks a touch blank on this, as if the notion hadn't occurred to her; Ariani, in the meantime, considers the question. "I'd be real surprised," the bartender says musingly, "if there wasn't a shop over by the Speedway. Haven't been over there to look lately, myself. But that'd be the first place I'd look. You in the market?" Farseer grins, "Just need a new ride, that's all!" he says simply and taps his mug with a finger, "Can I have another one please?" he asks friendily looking at Ariana. Ariani nods mildly, turning to re-fetch the bottle of ale, and pouring a modest quantity thereof into the man's glass. "I'll see what I can pick up," she offers. Shenner, in the meantime, just gives a bit of a shrug, cradling her steaming mug in her hands and sipping carefully from it. Fryke enters the Sandbar. Fryke has arrived. Fryke takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, placing it back on backwards with the bill down he flicks a quick glance over the room and finds a seat at the bar. Farseer grins at Ariana and nods, "Yes, i would be gratefull." he says sincerely and turns to Shenner, "Anything wrong?" he asks with a thoughtfull expression on his face. Ariani works with grace as she makes a blackmoon and serves it to Fryke. Fryke takes a drink from his blackmoon. At the bar, the resident bartender is apparently on duty with a man her one customer at the bar, to whom she's just poured up a quantity of Corellian ale; she nods amiably to him, before turning round to Fryke and getting his drink for him. Shenner, in the meantime, had started typing on her little datapad, but then she blinks at Farseer, her dark red brows lifted. "'Scuse me?" Fryke puts the drink down and fishes out his cigarra pack from his back pocket Farseer shrugs his shoulders, "Just seemed...." his words trace off and he shrugs again, "Never mind!" he says and turns away leaning on the bar again with the mug inhis hands. He takes a sip and grins to himself. Fryke places a cigarra in his mouth, he replaces the pack to his backpocket and fishes in his front pockets for something to light it with. Shenner stares narrow-eyedly once more at Farseer, before muttering, ".... right," and turning with an intent expression back to her little datapad and her mug of shakla. Ariani, apparently long used to the young woman's behavior, grins faintly and glances at the mug, checking on its contents. Farseer picks up a small box of matches and tosses it onthe bar and it lands right in front of Fryke. He then takes another large sip of his ale with a smile of satisfaction. Fryke finds the object he has been looking for. It is a fusion cutter, small enough to be used in tight spaces aboard a starfreighter, or to light a cigarra. Thumbing the switch, a small blue flame flickers at the tip. He leans down and soon sweet, bluish smoke starts to waft up and away towards the ceiling. Fryke looks down at the pack of matches as it skids to a halt on the bar. Looking up he nods to Farseer. Fryke says, "Thanks Buddy, I got it." Fryke takes a sip from his blackmoon. Tiny sounds of tapping come from the redheaded girl and her datapad; after a few minutes of this, Ariani surreptitiously switches Shenner's mug out for a fresh one, and a sugared roll appears at the girl's elbow. "Thanks 'Ani," Shen can be heard to mutter. Farseer waves a hand and smiles in the mans direction. He peers at Shenner and an expression of irony runs over his face and he shrugs his head, chuckling slightly. Chantinelle enters the Sandbar. Chantinelle has arrived. Fryke looks up breifly at the new arrival Fryke takes a drink from his blackmoon. Chantinelle yawns as she slowly enters the bar, nodding to Ariani, saying politely, "Hmm, a fresh mineral water please." as she moves to her sual empty table, being used as imp to sit for herself. Farseer sits by the bar a few seets between Fryke and Shenner. Before him is a mug of ale. His jacket lay on the bar before him. Shenner, apparently oblivious to Farseer's scrutiny, squints with focused intensity at the little screen of her datapad, only occasionally paying attention to the new mug of shakla or the roll Ariani has brought her. Ariani's own expression might be that of a mother or a big sister trying to look out for a younger relation, though as Chantinelle comes in and places her order, the bartender nods steadily to the woman, turning to attend to her request. Chantinelle looks at you for a moment. Chantinelle's mineral water provided in short order -- it's early afternon in a bar, the service can't be slow, after all -- Ariani returns to the little tasks she engages in to keep herself occupied, while occasionally casting glances around at the various customers, just in case anybody needs her attention. Chantinelle smiles thankfully at Ariani for the drink and leans back on her chair, sipping her drink and enjoying its freshness while she looks around more carefully. She stops the young musician at the bar but remains quiet not greetin her since she seems to be occupied by a notepad Shenner is reading in. Fryke puffs on his cigarra Shenner might be fairly uncommunicative as she glares greenly at her little computer's screen, but on the other hand, it's not Shenner's job to play hostess. Ariani, though... the bartender turns to Fryke, and inquires of him in a laid-back sort of politeness, "Would you happen to know anybody selling swoops? This gentleman here is looking." She gestures to Farseer. Fryke looks over at Farseer. "Well, I know There's a place off of Commerce Square that sells 'em." Chantinelle hmms and coughs slightly, "Excuse me Gentlemen, but I couldn'T stop myself from listenting your discussion, well you might try at the Swoop area itself. There is one fine shop by Mister McTavish... I think he sells swoops! Btw swoops! Who won the race?" she asks looking at the two men. Fryke shrugs at the girl, "not Sure, been under a Subpro Wanderer II's engine housing all day." Muttering something under her breath about "derivatives," Shenner scowls distractedly at her little datapad, poking with one slender fingertip at its miniscule keys. She glances up once, blinking at the customers in view, before reaching unseeingly for her mug. Farseer turns to Fryke with a surprised look on his face, "Huh?" he says and then seem to recall what the man said, "Oh, There is? You know what they generally take for one?" he continues then turns as he hears someone calling, "I am into this thing Ma'am,but my swoop back home got all messed up in my last race, need a new one..." he exclaims. Chantinelle raises a hand apologizing to the man and smiles polite, "Sorry, didn Fryke chuckles at Farseer's question, "Well, price is a diffrent story. Never had one myself but I hear it all depends on the quality." Conversation. Oh good. With a sort of "my work is done here" expression, Ariani smiles faintly to herself, leaning back against her counter again and surveying her customers. Titus enters the Sandbar. Titus has arrived. Chantinelle raises a hand apologizing to the man and smiles polite, "Sorry, didn't wanted to ruin your bussiness!" she smiles softly and turns around with a smirk, glancing at the bar where she smile and waves slightly to Shenner who looked up form her notepad. Shen peers at Chantinelle briefly, and gives the woman a gruff sort of nod from behind her mug as she tosses down a swallow of her drink. Titus waves at Ariani irritably, and gives the room a quick suvey. He quickly steps out of the light from the door, and moves quickly to a small table. Fryke nods at the woman, "No problem ma'am. I'm not selling Swoops, hell I don't even work on the damn things. If it don't fly into or out of space, it aint my concern. Name's Fryke Dresdyn, I work for FLS. Just got hired on yesterday." Titus sits down at the table. Irritable customers are fine with Ariani, so long as they aren't irritable enough to haul out weapons and irritate their fellow sentients. Ariani inclines her head affably back at Titus, keeping an eye out for the man in case he seems to need a waitress's attention, or her own. At this hour, there is at least one waitress around: Ariani's little sister Emma, who's been lingering off cleaning up tables. Fryke looks at you for a moment. Fryke crushes out the butt of his cigarra and buys another drink Ariani works with grace as she makes a blackmoon and serves it to Fryke. Fryke takes a drink from his blackmoon. Farseer stand up from his stool and throws his jacket over his shoulder and takes his mug in the other hand. He walks to the table where Chantinelle sits and holds out his hand for her, "I'm Jack, Mind if I join you? You seem to know quite abit about the swoop activities around here!" he smiles a charming friendily smile Titus throws himself into a chair. He glances up at Emma, and waves his hand in her general direction, indicating he requires some service. Chantinelle raises an eyebrow slightly but then nods after a short pause of thinking (where Chanti is slow) "Sure, this table isn't mine, so feel free yourself!" she says polite and points to a free chair, "But I dont know much about swoop, wondering only who won the race last week!" Emma jumps a bit. The kid's been leafing through the glossy holographic pages of a flimsizine, but to give her credit, she is at least keeping an eye on what passes for her section of the bar. She scurries over to take Titus's order for him, while Ariani gets Fryke's second drink dealt with. Apparently unbothered by the smoke curling through her vicinity or by the conversation, Shenner keeps hunt-and-pecking away at her little computer. It beeps at her, and she flashes it a fierce little grin of triumph. Fryke takes a drink from his blackmoon. Titus taps on the table with his index finger, as Emma hovers, waiting for his order. He turns his eyes too her, looking her up and down, and then says "A drink? I suppose thats what I want..err..I can't think of any other reason too come into this awful place...then who am I too know my own mind. I don't suppose you serve Janx Spirit?" Farseer nods and sits down on the empty chair, "Well, you seem nice though." he says with a charming smile. "I don't think I catched your name Ma'am!" he states as he views her uniform more intently. Emma looks just a trifle startled by Titus's brusque behavior, but she pipes readily, "If we don't, sir, my sister can synthesize it." Titus Darkness. A shadow which prevents and obstructs light. The figure before you embodies these elements, from his dark boots and trousers, to the formless jumper underneath his old and worn wool jacket. His hair is short, grey and slightly spiky, his face covered in a slight stubble. However his dark purple eyes, and average height emit a greater complexity to his personality. His facial features are well defined, though a slight twitch in his left eye is disturbing, and he has a slightly bent nose. A small scar is also visible under his right eye, though it appears and dissappears with the movement of the light. Fryke gulps down a drink from his blackmoon. Titus turns his head sharply too look from Emma too Ariani. "Synthisize it?" he asks incredously. He shrugs half-heartedly, and suddenly a smile dawns on his face "That would be fine mon Cheri.." Chantinelle smiles polite back to Jack on her table, "Well if you ask so Countess Thistleborn... but everybody just calls me Chanti." says friendly, keeping always an eye on the newcomer who seems to harras the young girl. Fryke gulps down a drink from his blackmoon. Fryke nods at the woman, "No problem ma'am. I'm not selling Swoops, hell I don't even work on the damn things. If it don't fly into or out of space, it aint my concern. Name's Fryke Dresdyn, I work for FLS. Just got hired on yesterday." Fryke finishes off his blackmoon. Fryke turns the glass up side down and brings it down with a thud on it's rim. Fryke stands up and looks around the bar for a minute Farseer grins and salutes jokingly with his right hand, "Pleasure to meet ya Chanti!" he says friendily, "Countess eh? I hope my simple ways dont disturb you, I am but a newcomer to this city." He exclaims with a slight blush on his cheeks. Jack Farseer of the Caspar marines." he says and reach out his hand again for a new try to handshake. Titus gets his drink readily enough, and Ariani doesn't even have to synthesize it -- she's got the ingredients. Competent bartender, Ariani. In the meantime, her job at a lull for the moment, Emma snatches up her flimsizine and scurries over to Shenner, her young face alight with eager interest. "Shennnnnn!" she warbles out. "You have _got_ to see this...!" Chantinelle laughs out softly, "Screw this Countess stuff.. I am not this highty mighty Princess Leia who insists that everybody licks her boots. So you are a Marine? The CDU is recruiting new cadets then?" Shenner's head snaps up. "Princess Organa-Solo's not like that," Shenner says shortly, apparently oblivious to Emma's entreating face and her offering of the flimsizine; Shen's gaze swings round towards Chantinelle, and it's fairly likely that the redheaded girl is affronted. Chantinelle smiles softly at the musician at the bar, "Oh sorry, I didn't wanted to insult anybody but you must agree for yourself, that Princess Organa-_SOLO_ is always taking some walue in her name, isn't she?" not waiting for an answer really she already raises her empty palms, shownig them Shenner since she expects now a long speach by her. Shenner rises. Ariani can be heard to murmur, "Shen... remember what I told you." The redheaded girl flashes the bartender a glare, her only acknowledgement of the remonstrance, before she whips her green regard back around to the woman. "No," she growls at Chantinelle, "I don't agree, if you're tryin' to say she's goin' around all the time goin' 'look at me, I'm a Princess, ain't I karkin' fine?' _I've_ met her. Have you?" Emma and Ariani both blink at Shen. Chantinelle know this would come and smiles still friendly, not wanting really to upset the young woman, "Yes I did. I even sat down with her and enjoyed a drink together with the Princess. So please, calm down, I wasn't saying she is come cold-blooded terrorist who married a smuggler scum." "You _said_," snaps Shenner, "that she's always expecting people to lick her boots. That ain't true. In fact" -- and her eyes blaze green -- "she's been a helluva lot kinder to me than the Imperials I've met so far." "Shen--" This, again, from Ariani. Chantinelle heys and keeps her smile on her face, "Yup I said it.. but what you expect by me? I am an imp, Miss! It's my job to speak bad about the foe... and *she chuckles softly* I can never stop myself from a joke...And you should really calm down yourself. Imagine I had this on some imperial planet and you had acted like this, you would be in prison by time!" "Don't start with me, 'Ani," snaps Shenner, this time to the bartender. She grabs her datapad, and shoves it brusquely into the leather carrysack that had been sitting on the floor; her mug she grabs as well, gulping down the contents in a final gulp. She then hoists the carrysack onto her shoulder, and swings a frigid glare back around to Chantinelle. "Well, then, I'll just have to avoid going to Imperial worlds, then, if they make a habit of sitting around insulting people who don't deserve it. 'Scuse me." And with that, she whirls around and stalks stiff-backed out of the bar. Chantinelle yiikes and suddenly the smile on her face vanishes, "Ops...." she turns to Ariani and asks worried, "Did I something wrong? Oh my.. the girl must learn to react to such jokes. Where she thinks she lives! A few days ago some NR terrorists shoots Ambassador Tazecks and kills an innocent native girl! Well if you see here again, please send her my apologies! I didn't wanted to upset her or insult anybody. *she shrugs slowly* I think its just my behavior." Chanti stands up and says softly, "Please put the drink again on my bill!" before she leaves the bar. [End log.]