Log Date:
	11/19/98

Log Cast:
	Tracer, Saris, Divk, Shenner, Pallando, Avy, Ariani (NPC), Sinjon
Teague, Rekkie (NPC), Aa'leet (NPC), Loren (NPC), Tethra (NPC), Troy,
Karm (NPC)

Log Intro:
	The perplexing Aidon Semmes, an unexpected visit from her old friend
Trace Dimitrik, and studying, studying, and more studying -- all these things
have comprised the bulk of Shenner's life as of late, as she does everything
in her power to prepare herself for school at the University of Caspar for
its next semester. So intent has been her concentration that she's only barely
managed to learn that she appears to have singlehandedly boosted the following
Rekkie and the rest of the Sandbar's musicians draw into the place every
night... and she's missed entirely that another old friend of hers, Sinjon
Teague, is still in Plaxton City following the battle he and Luke Skywalker
had had with Ozzle Olumpari....

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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"
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Pallando
=> Sinjon_Teague
=> Avy
=> Divk
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Tracer enters the Sandbar.
Tracer has arrived.

Saris enters the Sandbar.
Saris has arrived.

Divk turns his glance behind to Pallando and looks him over as he hears the 
  second remark, when he does, he stops what he was going to say and, instead, 
  looks toward the Horansi thinking the Sarian is referring to him. He then 
  returns to his long awaited drink.

_Dammit dammit dammit I bet they started without me, ah -hells-...._ Shenner 
  bolts into the Sandbar, braid bobbing between her shoulderblades, her 
  carrysack caught in a deathgrip in her slender hands. The moment she sets 
  foot in the place her gaze flies to the stage, looking for Rekkie Sheldon 
  and the rest of the musicians who work in the bar every night.

Pallando looks at the feline being and then at his still outstreched hand and 
  embaresedly lowers it slowly. At Divk's glance Pallando merly nods. 
  "Everything eh? Well to each its own." His voice lightened from the previous 
  mublings.

Saris stops short of the entrance, adjusting his satchel and taking a look 
  about the various patrons in the establishment. He finds a zig-zagged path 
  towards the bar and navigates himself to an empty stool. Sitting, Saris nods 
  to the bartender and orders something tall and blue, while throwing down a 
  credit or two.

Pallando looks at you for a moment.

Saris glances down the bar casually as he thanks the bartender for his drink.

The doors slide open once again, allowing a petite figure to crowd into the 
  busy establishment among a few other patrons comming and going. Elana Tracer 
  pulls to the left of the door allowing traffic to pass as she peers into the 
  dimness and brushes the remaining rain from the shoulders of her jacket.

Avy nods soundly towards the black-furred Horansi. "Well, that, at the very 
  least is very good. It seems like so long since you've been in, Sinjon." she 
  smiles, returning to her upright stance and quickly aiding Saris with 
  delivering something quite tall, and in fact quite blue.

The musicians are on the stage, all right. Shenner lets out a muttered curse. 
  Noticed by Ariani, she tosses off a wave to the junior bartender, before 
  weaving through the patrons to head back towards the back of the bar and the 
  storeroom where her instruments are nestled.

"True, without variety, things would indeed become boring," Sinjon smiles at 
  Pallando. Sinjon turns and watches as Shenner makes her way through the bar, 
  feline eyes blinking slowly.

Noticing the wave towards Ariani, Avy in turn notices Shenner. She tries to 
  get a wave and a quick greeting in towards the bardling, but the slender 
  girl dissapears to the back room before the owner of the establishment is 
  seen.

As if feeling out of place here at the bar, Pallando steps back and moces 
  tothe far side of Saris reseating himself in a vacant stool. The cursings of 
  Shenner catch hsi attention and his gaze follows her to the store room

Saris turns and nods politely at Pallando, murmuring, "Busy night for the 
  Sandbar, no?"

Up on the stage, the band's full complement is on hand tonight, with Rekkie 
  finally having shaken the last of her flu. The lead singer of the group 
  holds the center of the stage as the five musicians lay down soft harmony 
  underlying conversation in the bar. Among them, the Twi'lek Aa'leet is the 
  first one to spy Shenner as the redheaded re-emerges from the storeroom, 
  bringing with her a flute in one hand and her dark-wooded, silver-stringed 
  harp in the other.

Not really being able to see much over the crowd, Tracer decides to just dive 
  in, making the best path she can towards the bar. She spies Pallando as she 
  gets nearer and makes her way to him, pausing between he and the man she had 
  briefly encounter outside. "Hey Ernie." She greets her friend and again 
  smiles at the man next to him.

Divk takes a deserving sip of the beverage and returns the glass to the bar. 
  His eyes wanders the scene with interest.

Pallando bliningly turns to take in the fellow addressing him, "Aye, I'll say. 
  ususly its a quiet, secular place." He shoots a glance towards Sinjon. Then 
  at Tracers greeting he hops off the stool and says more jovialy, "Hey 
  you...Youre off too?"

"So when did you put a full time band in here Avy?" queries the Horansi. He 
  grabs his bowl and turns in his seat to watch Shenner. "Is Shenner working 
  for you as well.." he says between bites.

Avy's mouth blossoms into a smile as her most recent employee heads for the 
  stage. She gets that wave in now with a quick call out. "Shen! Great to see 
  you tonight!" she manages barely above the racket of the crowd. After which 
  she simply offers a standard thumbs up, and continues about her business 
  behind the bar.

Avy Laarken's voice hailing her catches the redhead's attention, as she lopes 
  up the shallow stairs to join the others on the stage. Green eyes swivel 
  their gaze in that direction, and for a moment, Shenner flicks her employer 
  a lopsided smile before pausing at the side of the stage to warm up her 
  darkly dappled wooden flute, too softly to jar with the current flowing 
  music, but preparing to join in.

With a bobble of her red-curled head Avy confirms Sinjon's theory. "Oh, I put 
  the band in her awhile back. Mostly in the evenings. Depends on the crowd 
  really. And Shen works for me, too even more recently." She smiles. "The kid 
  is a genius with anything musical it seems, and the patrons love her." After 
  a moment she continues, "Wait...You know Shen?" She asks, seemingly a little 
  surprised.

Divk looks at you for a moment.

Tracer stands with her hands thrust into her jacket pockets. They're still 
  cold from the walk her. She held the coat over her head to thwart the rain, 
  protecting her jet-black spikey do. "Yep...just got back down." she nods to 
  Pallando.

Chuckling Sinjon nods, "Yes, I have known her for some time. I had met her 
  some time back on Calamari." He smiles broadly, "I wonder what she did with 
  the apartment there..."

Pallando settles back down on hsi seat and indicates the vacant one on hsi 
  right, "Place is hopping this evening. Great tunes." He says as his head 
  picks up the beat.

Rekkie, tall and blonde and golden-tanned and belting out her lyrics with her 
  usual strength and vigor, sees Shenner coming. But the older woman is a 
  professional, and only a sidelong hazel glance acknowledges the redhead's 
  arrival as she continues towards the final measures of the song. Shenner's 
  flute comes in almost seamlessly, then, low breathy notes joining in to add 
  a touch of ethereal descant to the horns and the keyboards and the drums.

Tracer uses a firm grip on the bar to help propel herself lightly up on the 
  stool, her feet dangling as she sits. "Good, I haven't been here in a while 
  and I was hoping for some fun." She turns her chrystaline gaze towards the 
  stage. "Yeah...they're usually as hot as Selektah's swoop! And that flute 
  player....hope she sings. She's really good. Have you heard her?"

Avy blinks. "Apartment? Calamari? No idea, really. I stumbled over her for the 
  second time on Calamari... She was, oddly enough looking for passage to 
  Plaxton. So, I obliged of course, and she seemed interested in a bar with a 
  band - I already knew how astounding she could play, so brought her on board 
  for as long as she pleases. My, but the Slice seems small sometimes." she 
  announces, her gaze trailing to the stage as Shenner takes her place, and 
  the band melodicaly continues to produce the pleasing noises that have the 
  patrons so enthralled.

Pallando looks to the band for the first time tongiht really and takeing the 
  flute player in, answers Tracer, "I've seen her somewhere before....But no 
  I've not heard her sing or play." Turning back to the bar but still wiggling 
  to the last measures of the song he continues, "Anything interesting out 
  there this evening, I'm sure you recognized my voice clearing you out."

It would seem that the blue-eyed, dark-haired Corellian at the drums is rather 
  pleased to see Shen, too. He can be seen to noticeably stare her way even 
  though he keeps up the percussion just as steadily as the band's leader; at 
  last, as the musicians draw their current number to a close, five humans and 
  a Twi'lek grinning to various degrees take their bows.

Divk drinks and listens to the band.

Pallando applauds politly.

Divk taps the bottle edge against the bar, a few times, as a sign of applause.

Avy begins to cheer heartily, apparantly very fond of the house band. She adds 
  an extended whistle through her teeth and continues to clap until the crowd 
  dies down.

And, admittedly, it takes awhile for the crowd to die down. Cheers, whistles 
  and cat-calls are abundant for nearly a minute before whispering out. Seems 
  like the house patrons are awful fond of the house band as well.

"Thank you!" calls Rekkie, her voice clear and strong, and hardly needing the 
  support of the little mike she wears on a collar around her neck. She turns 
  to acknowledge Shen, then, flicking the redhead a wry look and a mutter that 
  those nearest the little stage can easily hear: "You're late, kiddo."

"Studying," comes Shenner's muttered reply.

Blandly, Rekkie answers, "Well, you can have the next song, then, and get in a 
  start working for your credits tonight!" Behind her, the horn players grin 
  broadly, white teeth flashing in their dark faces; Aa'leet, the Twi'lek, 
  smiles to herself. The drummer, however, patently wipes all trace of 
  expression off his face, for Shenner has momentarily glanced his way. Loren, 
  apparently, is putting out a lot of effort at looking Utterly Casual.

"True she is a fine, fine player." he murmurs, "How does she seem?" Sinjon's 
  gaze locks onto Shenner, his eyes going a bit glazed.

Lending her applause as they band finishes, Tracer twists towards the stage 
  and yells to Pallando over the din. "Sure did, silly!" As the noise dies, 
  she turns back towards the bar. She chuckles. "And everybody knows when it's 
  me!" And by the pleasantly cute pitch of her voice, it seems likely. "I 
  can't play the stern patrol leader when I run into someone I know."

Sinjon_Teague sends through the Force...
Good evening Ms. Shenner..

Pallando's eyes glaze over for a moment before he whirls in his stool and then 
  head turnd to Tracer says, "Here I saw her drinking here with that pirate 
  Captain McTavish." then lowering his voice says, "Oh sorry I forgot, not a 
  pirate." He bounces his hand lighly before Tracer as if trying to calm her 
  before the anticpated explosion.

Avy raises a slender eyebrow. "Seem? What do you mean? I mean... she's been 
  alright - Studying a dreadful amount. I worry about the kid sometimes. I 
  hope she's not pushing herself too far."

Shenner, on the stage, momentarily starts. Her green eyes go wide, her gaze 
  flashing to the bar and riveting there for an instant -- though on whom or 
  what, it's difficult to tell from a distance. But she flicks another 
  crooked, slightly startled looking smile in that direction, before returning 
  her attention to Rekkie. The smile turns into a lazy grin as the girl trades 
  off the flute in favor of her harp, and takes over Rekkie's position in the 
  center of the stage. "Evenin', folks," Shen speaks up, thumbing on her own 
  mike at her throat.

Sinjon's attention goes back to Avy and her unanswered question. "I met her 
  playing on the streets of Calamari. She seemed to be hiding from someone and 
  needed some help. I found her a place to stay other than the slum she was 
  inhabiting. I had hoped she would have gone onto someplace better." He sips 
  at his tea, "Good, I had some concerns as to how she was doing. It is a good 
  thing that she has moved on..."

Tracer chuckles, not in a mood to argue with Ernie. "Well, that's not an 
  unlikely sight.....Troy is in here a lot, when he's in system." She grins at 
  the Sarian curiously, wrinkling her freckle nose. "What are you drinking, 
  anyway?"

Pallando laughs pushing away the empties near hi m at the bar, "What these? 
  They were here when I got here. I am still waiting for one of my mentors to 
  chose for me." He winks towards Avy as if trying ot get her attention.

Big brawny Tethra slides Shenner a stool on which she might perch with the 
  harp on her knee; as the redheaded girl nods her thanks and settles herself 
  into the seat, she fiddles with her instrument's tuning a bit while further 
  addressing the audience. "Looks like this'll be my chance to warm up, 
  y'all." Over her shoulder, to the others, she murmurs, "'Tomorrow We Leave 
  for Mandalore'."

Avy grins and nods as the lithe redheaded singer announces her openening tune, 
  and after a moment, makes her way back towards Pallando. "'Nother of the 
  same, hon?" she inquires warmly, "Or would you like to give something else a 
  shot?"

Troy walks into the Bar Shedding the Protective hood, that kept his head dry 
  from the rain out side..He lets his eyes adjust to the lighting of the bar.

Pallando speaks to Avy fondly, "What ever you choose, just keep me away from 
  your dark stuff."

Troy feeling Dry and warm inside the little bar, he lights a Cigar. Then 
  noticing the larger amout of people at the bar, he heads in that direction.

Avy chuckles brightly, "Asolutely. Lemme rustle something up." she grins 
  heading towards the back of the bar.

Tracer looks to behind the bar herself, considering. "Hmm....well, it's been a 
  while since I've had any thing alcoholic...."

Shen counts off, four slow beats, and then Aa'leet's keyboard comes in on the 
  lower register, beginning the flowing undermelody of the song. Then Tethra 
  and Karm join in, the full tones of their horns adding in a layer... and 
  then, at last, Shenner's namdhi-harp, beginning to lay down starlight-clear 
  notes over the top of the foundation her compatriots are building. And then 
  Shenner begins to sing....

Sinjon pours himself another mug of tea, the steam filling the area around him 
  with a minty aroma. He picks up an snow apple crunching into it as the music 
  begins. His ears flick to and fro as he enjoys the subltle undermelody.

Troy Slides in Beside Tracer, and he says to her "Heya Kid...what up.." he 
  gives the young Pilot a large grin, like he knows something that she does 
  not..Then looking around the bar. He Gives Sinjon a Nod hello, and gives him 
  a friendly smile. and then finds a seat to sit on.

Pallando places both elbows on the bar and encourages, "Go for it Ellie! You 
  need something to get you back intooduty routine, Your vacations made you 
  all soft." He laughs chidingly.

        Love me one more time
        Make this night last forever
        For come the morrow, we leave for Man-da-lore...

Shenner sings her words in her lowest register, her expression going veiled as 
  she delivers each line as a quiet plea. And on the final four words, the 
  voices of Rekkie, Aa'leet, and Loren come in on muted harmony beneath her 
  husky alto.

Producing an ornate deep green bottle, Avy heads back to where Pallando & 
  Tracer sit. She sets it on the bar and pops the top. A light and absolutely 
  mouthwatering scent emerges to please any nostrils in range. "Velorian 
  Spicedwine. Neither spicy nor wine-like, in all actuallity, and my very 
  favorite thing that we keep in stock. Would you like two, or only one, and 
  something a little less potent for the lady?" she asks after making note of 
  Tracer's hesitation.

Avy sighs happily and glances again towards the stage. She wispers huskily, 
  "This is my favorite number of hers. Sorta slow and sorta sad, but *really* 
  good." she grins.

Tracer leans back on her stool at Troy's approach, so that she can speak to 
  both him and her other friend Pallando. She gives a sly look to Pallando. 
  "Soft, eh? Um...I think I'll stick to tea, tonight, Avy, thanks," she smiles 
  to the barkeep. "Troy...," she greets the Captain. "Speak of the devil...." 
  She narrows her eyes at McTavish, curious about his underlying glee.

Pallando smiles at the sight of the bottle, taking Troy in with his glance he 
  says questioningly, "Three?" and motions Tracer, himslef and Troy in the 
  sweep.

Sinjon nods at Avy, "This is the tune she was playing when we first met I 
  believe." He finishes off his apple and takes a gulp of his tea. Sinjon 
  raises a paw at Troy as he passes. "Nice sized crowd, I would imagine 
  Shenner is doing well for herself here."

Troy Raising an Eyebrow at both the 'speak of the devil' and 'three' seeing 
  the man buying him a drink he steps towards him with hand extended "The 
  Names Captain Troy McTavish..But yeah better Just call me Troy.." then 
  turning to Tracer with a slightly evil grin "So you was speaking of me was 
  yeah...better have been kinda words.." and he glances to the stage, giving a 
  slight nod to shenner.

        I may survive
        And my heart will always fly with yours
        But come the morrow, we leave for Maaaan-da-loooooore....

Aye, that's a plaintive, wistful pleading in Shen's eyes, no doubt. She lifts 
  her head up a little, looking somewhere over the heads of her listeners, the 
  barest hint of something like need adding depth to her expression even as it 
  comes forth in her eyes and in her voice. And she begins to ascend her 
  range, up through the next verse...

        And if I die, just remember I love you
        And you'll always be mi-ine
        Let us warm up this cold night together
        Come the morrow, we leave for Mandalore...

Avy laughs. "How about this - I'll keep her stocked with tea," she says, 
  nodding towards Tracer, "And pour three drinks. And if only two get drank, 
  well, then I'll only tab ya for two." she chuckles, her eyes sparkling. In 
  the midst of all the talking she's managed to already produce a fresh pot of 
  water and tea-balls for Tracer and is retrieving three sturdy glasses to 
  pour the delicious scented exlir into.

Tracer turns front to look between her two stool mates, back and forth for a 
  bit. "Troy....have you ever met my old friend Ernie Pallando. He's bridge 
  crew on the Typhoon. You've probably chatted." She waits for Pall's reaction.
Tracer turns back to smile at Avy. "That sounds fine." She conspires with a 
  wink.

Pallando's state of consciouness jars as he realizes who has arrived at the 
  bar. In a state of stunned shock the young naval offcier extends his hand 
  tooTroy, "I uh...well....Pleased to met you face to face and all Troy." He 
  is truning red with embarsement. the pigment starting at his loppy ears and 
  spreading fast.

Instrumental interlude, then. With Loren's snare drum softly keeping thetime, 
  the rest of the band flows their way into multilayered, voiceless harmony. 
  Rekkie's plucked guitar... Tethra and Karm's horns... Aa'leet's clarion 
  chords... and over the top of it all, the namdhi in Shenner's fingers 
  ringing out a deceptively simple melody line that by rights shouldn't be 
  produced by a girl who's been familiar with this instrument for only a few 
  short weeks. But produce it Shenner does.

Avy finishes pouring the three drinks and heads back towards Sinjon. "She does 
  pretty well, I am sure. I pay her, albeit not a huge amount, but good. And I 
  know that the patrons put forth tips sometimes. Anywhichway, she seems to 
  enjoy it - At least I hope she does." As Tracer's voice trickles back 
  towards Avy she grins and nods. "Just wave me down." she reminds before 
  turning her full attention back towards the Horansi.

Divk sips quietly, obviously immpressed with the band's performance, as he 
  taps the rung of his stool with his foot.

Troy showing a Lopsided Grin he turns to the two Younger Military personal 
  "Why do i get the feeling there's an inside joke going on here.." and then 
  winks to Tracer "Well i'm sure his conversations are not as entertaining as 
  the ones me and you have ..." he smiles and then Turns back to Pallando "So 
  how yeah like working on the Typhoon?"

Pallando starts to recover his composure and lightens the atmosphere with an 
  attempt at further humour, "I enjoy constantly being in the Eye of the 
  storm." He clears his throat and mimics, "This Is Control to Captain 
  Mctavish. Yo uare cleared in system procced."

Tracer smiles, but she doesn't blush at McTavish's teasing. It would take a 
  bit more than that. "I must say, it's been a while since you've been more 
  than a voice in my headset, Troy." The covering Pall's embarrassment, she 
  barges through. "Oh you mostly likes hassling independant pirates...I mean, 
  er....pilots, right Ernie?" She tries to keep her tone light and teasing, 
  but there is a bit of an edge present.

Sinjon finishes his tea, "Well I have to get home and check on things. Thank 
  you for the dinner and I hope to see both you and Kendell in a bit." He 
  stands and puts money down. "So are you going to come around here and give 
  me a hug or do I just have to do without?" The Horansi grins toothily at his 
  friend.

All throughout the interlude, Shenner's gaze stays up and slightly distant, 
  her expression unreadable to casual inspection... but yet, there's that 
  wistfulness lurking somewhere behind her eyes. At last, her alto comes alive 
  again, fuller and seemingly louder for all that she hasn't raised her 
  volume. Simple as the lyrics are, she draws out several of the syllables, 
  adding complexity to what she's singing....

        Until tomorrow, let me love you forever
        For come the morrow, we leave for Man-da-looooore...

Behind her, the band joins her in full-throated harmony, four massed voices 
  travelling up the scales.

        And if I die, just remember I love you
        And you'll always be mi-i-i-ine
        Let us warm up this cold night together
        Come the morrow, we leave for Mandalore....

Troy Responds to Pallando "Aye that is familiar.." and then turns to Tracer 
  and giving her a wink "Yeah know i prefer to be called Privateer..." then he 
  lightens his voice in a very femal way "Well i went shopping the other day 
  for a nice dress to wear to your wedding.." he places a hand on his hip; in 
  a o'h so female way "but dear i think i need to go on a diet..and those 
  sales clerks are so fresh.." giggles in a slight way..

Pallando tilits his head, "pirates the lot of em! And I expect my cut. Can't 
  be expecting to smuggle goods through CDU space without me getting my 
  bribe." He chuckles jovialy. At the mention of wedding he looks to Tracer as 
  if to verify this news.

And finally, for a brief fleeting instant, Shenner's expression flares with 
  unmistakable yearning, as her voice and her voice alone claims the final 
  line:

        Come the morrow, we leave... for.... Manda-loooooooore...

With that, and with harp and guitar closing off in a measure of quietly 
  ringing chords, the song decrescendoes into silence.

Troy turns around and claps loudly...albit politely

Pallando raises his glass in toast and takes his first quaoffof the spiced 
  wine taht tastes niether of spice nor of wine. Strange brood those 
  Valorians. "Here! Here!" He calls from the bar to the 
  floutist/harpist/singer.

Divk claps briefly and pulls a 10 spot from his change on the bar and folds it 
  lengthwise, pushing it to the very edge of the bar as he tries to catch 
  Avy's eye..."Stick this in the band's tip glass.", smiling.

A large and unabashed crash comes from the kitchen, causing the establishments 
  owner to jump visibly and cringe. A small chattering, seemingly panicked 
  Ugnaut comes from the kitchen swathed in a stained white apron trying 
  apparantly to explain to Avy the cause of the noise and appearing relativly 
  upset about it, in whatever native lanuage he's speaking. She nods, 
  obviously exasperated, and motions the rattled little guy back to the 
  kitchen with the assurance that she is soon to follow. After he stalks back 
  through the swinging door, Avy shakes her head and chuckles while heading 
  around the front of the bar. She envelops the large Kitty in as big of a hug 
  as she can manages and fondly scritches behind his ear. "Nice seeing you 
  again, Sinjon. Drop by, for goodness sakes. We're moved back in to 
  Emeraldhouse. Now I gotta go figure out what, bu the force he was talking 
  about." She says, thumbing back towards the kitchen where mild racket is 
  still emoting from.

Tracer sits slightly aghast at Troy's antics as she applauds the band as well. 
  Then feeling Pall's look upon her she turns to him, face quizzical and 
  shrugs. "He's nuts," she says simply. She sorta glares back at Troy. "I told 
  you the other day....you're jumping to conclusions, girlfriend." She turns 
  back to face the bar and play with her steeping tea.

Shenner seems to snap out of whatever mood it is that possesses her each time 
  she sings this song... and with a single murmured 'thank you' to the 
  audience, she counts off again. Before the final chords of 'Tomorrow We 
  Leave for Mandalore' have finished fading away, Rekkie's guitar and 
  Shenner's harp are laying down the swift opening bars of 'Elf Glade', 
  significantly picking up the pace.

Sinjon hugs Avy back, "I will do that, you both can stop by anytime as well." 
  He rubs cheeks with Avy before giving her a final hug. "I will stop by soon 
  enough." The Horansi walks towards the stage just before the opening cords 
  start and places some bills in the case near Shenner's feet. He gives her a 
  wink and heads towards the door, pulling up his hood and making his way into 
  the wet evening.

Troy seeing the Glass that is sitting there he takes it and slams it back and 
  smiles "Good drink..." then responding to Tracer "aye i am crazy...but We 
  Crazy people no stuff..." winks "Ain't that right Girlfriend.." then looks 
  to the drink then back to Tracer "And your falling behind."

Sinjon_Teague gives you 100 Standard Galactic Credits.

Avy nods and waves to the furball as he heads back into the sopping weather. 
  She quickly heads back towards the kitchen to take care of whatever 
  catastrophe has apparantly occured.

Sinjon_Teague walks away from the bar.

Pallando shrugs off the talk of marrage and as the corwd applause dies says, 
  "You run trade ships and a swoop shop? I was in last night. Some spendy rigs 
  you got in there. How is the arena funded? I heard the last sponser backed 
  out last minute."

Sinjon_Teague walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Sinjon_Teague has left.

Tracer stops playing with her tea and decides maybe she does need something a 
  little stronger. With a quick look to Pallando, ignoring his talk of the 
  swoop races, she raises an eyebrow at Troy, asking pointedly, "Oh....and 
  what do you think you know?" Then to brace herself for the answer, she slams 
  back a glass of the spice-wine.

The brief appearance of the Horansi up by the stage clearly startles Shenner 
  -- but in a good way, if the flare of amazement and joy that lights her 
  expression is any indication. But she, like Rekkie, is a professional 
  musician; not even credits dropped at her feet can throw her off track, 
  especially not during a foot-stomper like 'Elf Glade'. As Loren's bass drum 
  now pounds out a pulsing heartbeat of a rhythm, and the tune blazes its way 
  through each verse, Shen can even be seen to pour further energy into it as 
  she watches Sinjon Teague slip out of the bar.

Troy fakes dodges at the flurry of questions Pal just through at him..."Ohhh 
  son...yeah may wanna slow down..there..." laughs a little then turns to 
  Tracer "Ohhh i know more then I'm gonna tell your sweet inocent little 
  ears.." he gives her a large grin.."Just Raz'n yeah Tracer.." Then turning 
  back to Pal "Well I run Three Ships, and the shop.." then thinking of the 
  swoops "Yeah The Tir Nan Og is my babey...and i really don't care how the 
  track is fundded..its up and running now and thats all thats important to 
  me."

Pallando shrugs with his eyebrows only and takes another pull from his wine 
  cup swallowing he says, "Just thoguht maybe your funds were in on it. I 
  hadn't heard it was up again. Thats good...I guess." With a woozy look he 
  contemplates another swallow.

Tracer decides to refrain from further comment to either Troy or Pallando for 
  the moment and chase her drink with some of the tea she's been steeping. She 
  let's the throbbing and enchanting wall of sound from the band wash over her 
  as her thoughts and the tea begin to warm her from the inside.

A Shallow Beeping sound emits from Troy's WristCom "Yikes looks like the tech 
  as finished fixing up the Dundee.."Smile "Well folks its been a 
  pleasure..but unlike you military types i earn my pay.." he gives Tracer and 
  Pal a wink and as he walks out he gives Shenner a wave, and a large 
  smile...then stops in mid stream and then takes out some flimpsy paper. 
  Wrights something on it and places it in the hat where all the cash has been 
  deposited..he then walks away.
Troy pages: the Note says...Hello there...was woundering when we could get 
  together and finish off my lessons..and keep smiling. Your friend Troy 
  McTavish.

Pallando laughs at Troy's joke and holds up a hand in a wave of good bye.

'Elf Glade', finally, pounds to its close, and Shenner yields the center of 
  the stage back to Rekkie -- but as she does, she catches sight of Troy as he 
  draws up near the stage, and she flashes the man a casual smile of 
  greeting... all she can manage before he departs.

Tracer manages a wave to the exiting Captain and a soft "G'nite."

Pallando gets up the courage and finishes off his drink. He applauds the end 
  of Elf Glade loudly.

Divk walks away from the bar.

"Thank you," comes Rekkie's voice, again. And Shenner takes a bow over her 
  harp, before scooting her stool off to the side of the stage and settling 
  down. Now, the band settles in to adjust some of their tunings, providing a 
  momentary lull in the music.

Divk finishes his drink and counts out a nice tip, pocketing the change. 
  Leaving the tip for the waitress next to the band's tip. He stands and 
  leaves abruptly.
Divk walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Divk has left.

Pallando empties his credits on ot the bar, more athn enough to cover the 
  three wines plus the Tea. Standing on wobbly legs he says, "I'm the soft 
  one. Need sleep." And motions Tracer toward the door.

Tracer drinks about half of one cup of tea, then reaches in her pocket for 
  some creds to drop on the bar. "Well, Ernie....I'm heading back up top, too. 
  I'm coming along." She stops by the stage on her way to the door, following 
  suit with the other patrons to show her appreciation for the young musician 
  and the rest of the band.

Pallando walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Pallando has left.

Tracer gives you 5 Standard Galactic Credits.
Tracer walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Tracer has left.

Elise walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Elise has left.

[And some time later...]

Divk enters the Sandbar.
Divk has arrived.
Divk walks in and looks around, as if looking for someone.

The Sandbar's most eager night crowd has thinned out somewhat, with mostly the 
  diehard regulars still in the joint at this time of the evening. But that's 
  still a considerable crowd, and their din does a good job of filling the 
  place to cover up for the break the band's taking at the moment. Only the 
  Twi'lek Aa'leet remains on the stage, quietly communing with her keyboards; 
  the rest of the musicians have dispersed into the crowd, including the 
  redhead Shenner, who's parked herself at the bar to nurse a cider.

Divk sees the singer at the bar and walks up and sits a couple seats from her, 
  waving the waitress away as she starts for him.

The waitress -- bright, perky young Emma, Ariani's little sister -- promptly 
  bobs her head at Divk's wave of dismissal and heads off unruffledly on 
  herbusiness. In the meantime, Shenner drains down her cider, and holds up 
  her mug to catch Ariani's attention, calling out, "Gimme another of these, 
  will ya, 'Ani?"

Divk he looks over at the woman and smiles, "I find you to be quite talented, 
  young lady, my compliments to you and your band."

Shenner blinks, turning round at the sound of the voice. Since there aren't 
  any more of the band in immediate range, the redhead quickly grasps that she 
  must be the one addressed; turning round slightly on her stool, she surveys 
  the speaker, and proffers a crooked grin. "Thanks. It's Rekkie's band, not 
  mine, but thanks anyway."

Divk
This human has darkly-tanned skin/sandy-blond hair/blueish eyes/stands 1.9 
  meters tall/weighs 97kg. He wears a wispy dark cloak, clasped with a gold 
  chain and pendant at the left shoulder. His tan tunic is accented by a 
  crimson silk scarf knotted loosely and tucked in at the neck. His tunic is 
  tucked into a pair of black trousers, which are bloused into a 
  well-cared-for pair of jumpboots that shine with a black luster. An old Army 
  belt holds a holsterd DY-255, which is slung low and tied down at his right 
  thigh, a med pack centered on his back and a thin canteen on his left hip. 
  His black banta-hide jacket has a dark watchcap showing from the left pocket 
  and a pair of Banta-skin gloves from the right. His fingernails are trimmed 
  and polished. A small gold ring is on his right little finger.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> DY-255 Heavy Blaster Pistol 
=> Protective Vest 
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Gold Ring

Divk smiles, "I was just stopping in again, looking for someone, and I saw you 
  and wanted to say that", looking at his chrono, "It was a good song, did you 
  write that?""

The redheaded girl inclines her head, once. As Ariani readily provides her 
  with a refill of her mug, she accepts it with most of her attention 
  remaining on the man before her. "It's mine, yeah."

Divk nods approvingly, "Well, I must go...have a pleasant evening.", he turns 
  and heads to the door.
Divk looks at you for a moment.

Shenner smiles a bit again, affably enough, though offstage this young woman 
  seems rather reserved. "Thanks, you too."

Divk waving a friendly, he leaves.
Divk walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Divk has left.

[End log.]