Log Date:
	2/14/99

Log Cast:
	Jamison, Spiker, Tracer, Shenner, Gavin, Ariani (NPC), Troy, Blare

Log Intro:
	For all that her life has for the last month and a half consisted
of her studies, Shenner's had a few disturbing points of interest in her
existence as of late -- namely, the personages of Wil and Tegger, two
pickpockets who have been trailing her. So far the two have not made any
overt attempts upon her person, and she's been able to dredge up old street
tricks she's known for some time to elude their efforts when she has to
travel alone -- but they've also aroused the concern of Major Gavin Hollister,
a man who's managed to stun Shenner by his apparent concern for her, not to
mention the information that he works for Princess Leia Organa-Solo. That
Gavin is concerned about her welfare is quite disturbing to the young
musician, especially given that Gavin is also unnervingly handsome...

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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>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Tracer
=> Jamison
=> Gavin
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Jamison comes out of the crowd.
Jamison dissapears among the patrons.

Spiker looks at you for a moment.

A tendancy to be too honest has often made Elana Tracer a bit transparent, 
  when she's not trying anyway. She gazes at her fellow pilot apologetically. 
  "Even if I am....I...." She leans in closer to Jamison after scanning the 
  growing crowd from their booth location and speaks quietly.

A shed winter coat -- blue and well-padded; a scarf, long and striped in grey 
  and green, unwound from the neck; gloves, black, jammed in coat pockets. The 
  end result of this is Shenner, her cheeks reddened from the cold, her green 
  gaze snapping round the bar.

Tracer dissapears among the patrons.

Spiker enters from the blistering cold, his breath yielding to a white misty 
  cloud before his face. He takes a glance around the room at the patrons 
  before starting toward the bar.

Gavin scans the Bar.
Gavin sits down at the bar.

Ariani, swift as always, amiably whips up a shakla for Gavin, dissolving 
  bittersweet chocolate into heated water, and topping it off with a shot of 
  Corellian brandy.

Shenner, in the meantime, doesn't quite sit down yet. Instead, she takes a 
  moment at the door to kick snow off her boot toes, pulling in a sigh of 
  relief at the temperature differential.

Jamison leans forward in the booth, talking quietly with Tracer, switching to 
  her native tounge.

Cupping his hands around the shakla, Gavin tosses a smile of thanks towards 
  the tender. Slumping his shoulders a bit, his nostrils flare as he inhales 
  the steamy warmth from the mug. His attention seems riveted on his drink.

Spiker takes a seat at the bar, looking to Ari and noding, not speaking one 
  word as she knows his usual. She starts to the liquor cabinets and stirring 
  something unrecognizable. Spike leans back and reaches into one pocket, 
  pulling a datalink/pad from it as he lays some credits on the bar.

Finally, Shenner, too, aims herself for the bar, slouching against it rather 
  than claiming a stool, and waiting for Ariani's attention to swing her way. 
  Once it finally does, with both Gavin and Spiker having been given their 
  drinks, the woman behind the bar catches sight of the young musician and 
  heads down the bar to her. "Kiddo! It's your night off, whatcha doin' in 
  here?"

Tracer starts to laugh as Jamison blushes in the booth.

Sparing a sidelong glance towards Spiker, Gavin drops the man a brief nod, 
  even as he raises the mug to his slightly parted lips. A long, thoroughly 
  enjoyed sip is taken, accompanied by a thankful sigh of relief. "Mmm, I was 
  turning into an ice-cube," he says mostly to himself. The mug is lowered to 
  the bar, allowing both of his hands to be freed up as he pats down his 
  jacket in search for something. "'ello Shenner," he says aside, not quite 
  looking at the young lady.

The laughing and rather busy atmosphere around the room doesn't catch Spiker's 
  ears as he sits quietly at his stool, sipping from his clear liquid drink. 
  He turns on his Datapad, emitting a low to high buzz as it charges up. 
  Several pages of data scroll past the expensive looking peice of equipment 
  rather quickly once it's charged.

It might be Shen's night off, but Rekkie, Karm, Tethra and Aa'leet are holding 
  their own on the stage, filling the bar with an instrumental number. Shenner 
  takes note of it in passing appreciation before blinking and nodding once to 
  Gavin a few stools away. "Gavin," she says by way of return greeting, before 
  asking Ariani, "Hot cider, maybe? I'm on my way home."

"You got it, kiddo." Ariani grins, and goes rummaging for another clean mug 
  and the pot where the cider is brewing this evening; getting into it, 
  lifting the top, sends a brief waft of scent of apples out over the assorted 
  scents of alcohol in the bar.

Finding what he was looking for in the form of a battered, three-quarters blue 
  pack of Coruscant cigarettes and a well-used silver lighter, Gavin draws 
  both items out and uses them in the proper order. A cigarette is propped 
  between full lips, while the ball of the lighter is thumbed so as to apply a 
  flame to the tip of the stick. "How's it going? No work for you tonight, eh?"

"Fencing tourney tonight," Shenner says with satisfaction, "and I'm done. 
  Ohhhh, yeah..." This last, as Ariani hands her over a big steaming mug of 
  fragrant cider. Grinning now, Shen plunks down on a vacant stool and just 
  holds the mug for a few moments, letting it warm her hands and breathing in 
  the steam rising off the top.

"Fencing? Hm. They have fencing competitions here? And how'd you do?" Drawing 
  a deep breath of the dry, acrid smoke, Gavin cants his head to the side so 
  as to gain a profile view of his current conversational partner through the 
  curtain of grey fumes.

"I'm takin' fencing at the U," Shenner says, slender pointed chin coming up 
  pridefully. "I placed third among the freshmen, we're rankin' for the first 
  planetwide competitions later on this year."

Spiker smiles as a face comes to the screen of his datalink/pad, obviously 
  doubling as a comlink of some sort. A couple of beeps emit from it as he 
  says something into a mircophone, too low to hear by the patrons around him. 
  He presses a couple more flashing buttons on the screen, blacking it out 
  before he retires it to a leg pocket.

Tracer sets down her glass and speaks seriously to Jamison in the booth, 
  attempting to use Corellian as well, though not as practiced in it as a 
  native.

Troy enters the Sandbar.
Troy has arrived.

Blare enters the Sandbar.
Blare has arrived.

"Ah, righto. We should go a round or two sometime, kid. Its been awhile since 
  I stretched the only fencin' arm, so to speak, but I'd love to get back into 
  the swing of things." Gavin offers Shenner a faint smile, through the veil 
  of smoke, before he exhales another puff through flared nostrils.

Jamison speaks quietly with Tracer, sitting in the dark booth, her voice 
  trailing off, as she looks towards the door.

Shenner blinks, shifting position on her stool, peering curiously at Gavin. 
  "I'm still pretty new at it," she says gruffly. "Are you good?"

Blare enters the bar with Troy, all showered up now, with his civie clothes 
  back on. One hand is in his pocket and the other hanging idly at his side, 
  he gives theroom a look

Tracer has her back to the door in the booth and doesn't have a view of the 
  door. She continues speaking to Jamison.

Spiker sits on a stool at the bar, drinking a clear liquid drink, most likely 
  alcoholic. His interest seemingly somewhere else. Perhaps a million miles 
  away as he stares into a dark void before him, taking a drink ever so often, 
  ever so slowly.

Jamison reaches her hand forward, to tap Tracers arm none too gently, as she 
  goes to speak again, her head incling towards the door.

Troy takes his jacket and hangs it up on a nearby hook. Then he turns to take 
  in the room, as he does so he lights a Cigar. He then motion for Blare to 
  follow him to the bar "Come on Son, We need to get something warm into 
  you..say Corellian Ale." he says as he steps up to the bar.

Tracer stops talking and looks out from the booth seat. Seeing Troy and Blare 
  she turns back and shrugs.

Ariani swings her gaze around to meet with Troy and Blare and steps readily 
  over to deal with them. "Evening, fellas," she greets them. "What'll it be?"

Blare glances at the bar "Still calling me son eh?" he says as he heads over 
  to the bar "Corellian Ale would be great, as long as your the one paying."

Shenner, too, glances over her shoulder, and blinks once, at the sight of 
  Troy. "Uh, hey, Ariani, give it to him on me, will ya?" she pipes up, a 
  strange sheepish look crossing her face for a moment.

"I'm okay, I guess. I can hold my own." Gavin shrugs his shoulders again, 
  while nursing his cigarette. The tip is tapped over an ashtray, as he trades 
  off the stick for the mug.

Jamison arches a brow at Tracer, at something she says, before leaning 
  forward, talking quietly..

For the first time since he entered the bar, Spiker turns to notice the two 
  who just sit down near him. His eyes narrow as he scans the two patrons, 
  maybe recognizing them or just taking in their faces for remembering later. 
  He offers a nod to the two and lifts his glass in their direction, ever so 
  slightly, just before taking a drink and returning his view in front of him.

Troy gives Ariani a warm smile "evening...2 corellian ales.." and then when 
  Shenner picks up the Tab, he gives her a side way glance of curiosity. Gives 
  her a nod "Thank yeah Shen, what that for though." he says out of curosity. 
  Once the Drinks arrive he gives one of the ales to Blare, and points out 
  where Tracer and Jamison are, as he awaits Shenners reply.

Blare takes the drink, and looks it over thoughtfully. He smiles just slightly 
  as he puts his lips over the edge of the cup and tips it back, sending it on 
  its way and lets out a small "ahhhh." as he pulls it away, looking over at 
  Jamison's and Tracer's booth. But does not intrude.

Distractedly, Shen calls over in gruff tones to Troy, "Apology." And that's 
  all she lets herself say, avoiding meeting Ariani's eyes, and therefore 
  avoiding seeing the woman's startled and then pleased grin. Back to Gavin, 
  the musician adds gruffly, "Well, I can use all the practice I can get, d'ya 
  got a blade?"

By her constant glances to the bar, Tracer sees Troy notice them and speaks 
  quickly to Jamison while the time for girltalk still exists.

"Uh..." The question seems to take Gavin by surprise. "Err, hm. Well, uh. Not 
  really. No. Got a spare blade I can use, maybe?" He takes a hearty sip from 
  his mug, then lowers it back down so that he may use the cigarette once more.

Troy nods in understanding to Shenner, and then Troy motions for Ariani to 
  come towards him. WHen she does he whispers in here ear, "Give Shen A drink 
  on me, and say accepted.." no need to annonuce things like that accross the 
  room, and gives Ariani some creds. Troy turns and is surprised that Blare is 
  still beside him and then looking at the girls chatting "Ahhh chick talk.." 
  he says in a relaxed manner.

Blare grins slightly, looking away from Jamison and at Troy, taking another 
  quick pull from the ale "Yeah, its all huttese to me."

Troy laughs and slaps Blare on the back in a friendly manner "You got that 
  right Son, Mabye we should let them be." looks for a free table and points 
  "We can sit over there or we could bust in on them....your choice."

For some reason the atmosphere combines with the unusual element of alcohol 
  for the petite Marine and Tracer can be noticed to giggle often, despite 
  Jamison's blushing and serious consternation.

Blare is in the middle of taking a sip when his back is slapped and spits out 
  some onto the floor "Damn." he says as he looks at the wasted ale and then 
  shrugs it off "Hmmm. I say we bust in, I need to try and persuade one of 
  them for a masage or something, I am dying here."

Spiker overhears Blare's last remark, chuckling slightly under his breath as 
  he knows exactly what the man is talking about. His demenor obviously giving 
  way to a better mood as he sits with a smile wraped around his face.

Ariani nods blandly to Troy, murmuring, "I'll get on it." Troy and Blare's 
  drinks are ahead on the queue, though, and she deals with getting them 
  situated first.

In the meantime, Shenner surreptitiously rubs a balled hand along one leg, 
  massaging the muscles in her thigh, and squints at Gavin through the 
  tendrils of smoke hanging about his face. "I only got the blade my 
  instructor issued me -- I'd hafta see if she's got any extras," she tells 
  him.

Troy raises an eyebrow but does not comment, at the last remark "alright 
  lets.." and then moves over to where Tracer and Jamison Sit "Excuse me My 
  fair ladies, Can a rogue such as my self, and his friend have a seat with 
  you fair ladies." he says with a grin.

Blare follows behind Troy with a slight limp, doing his best to not spill any 
  ale "His crippled friend." he adds quietly, and offers Jami a smile first, 
  then Tracer

Jamison breaks off her comment, as she looks towards the bar, smiling faintly 
  up at Troy, before glancing at Blare with a frown.." You need medical 
  Blare?", tossing Troy a quick reproving glance.

Blare hrmms at Jamison's comment, and feels his stomach for any hernias "No, 
  maybe just a masage." he says with a grin, and lets troy sit where he wants 
  first

Tracer grimaces to Jamison as if she's said the exact wrong thing. As Troy 
  approaches she looks up and smiles at him and the new recruit, Blare. She 
  over heard Blare's remark and wonders who will sit where with a wry look at 
  Troy. "Well...we've reached our scoundrel quota for the night...but I think 
  we can squeeze ya in." She winks and then smiles at Blare as well.

"Okay, kid. Whenever you want to do this gig, let me know." Gavin appropriates 
  his pack of cigarettes and shakes out a new one. Chain-lighting it, he leans 
  forward to snub out the old one into the ashtray. "So, been having any more 
  trouble with our mutual friends?"

Troy shakes his head at Tracer "Funny..." and almost winces at the look 
  Jamison gives him. So for now he sits beside Tracer, and lets the Friends 
  sit beside each other. Though he does it reluctantly.
Troy dissapears among the patrons.

Blare dissapears among the patrons.

Shenner starts in on the cider, beginning to relax a bit now that she's 
  getting something warm into her slender frame, though she still unthinkingly 
  kneads her fingertips into her thigh. "Nothin' I let 'em get away with," she 
  answers, focusing her gaze on a random bottle on Ariani's shelves.

Tracer frowns a bit at Troy as he slips in next to her and shakes her head 
  meaningfully.

Blare sits down at the booth like a old man

Spiker takes a drink from his glass, now near empty as the liquid settles to 
  the bottom. He then starts to figget with his ring, looking at it as though 
  he had never seen it before. Looking to his side, he notices Shenner, though 
  he knows her not. He offers a smile and a slight nod with his tilted head.

Jamison comes out of the crowd.
Jamison stands quickly, nodding briefly to the group.." I'll be back..", 
  muttering quietly, before zipping up her jacket, as she heads for the doors 
  quickly.

Troy comes out of the crowd.

Blare watches Jamison walk away "Maybe we can talk later, its been like 8 
  years or something..." he sighs and sits back down, looking at Tracer, and 
  watching Troy leave

Spiker notices the two standing from the table, smiling as he mutters to 
  himself, "at least someone has fun on this planet." his comment totally 
  ambiguous to the patrons surrounding him.

Perhaps Shen's got a radar for men looking at her -- or perhaps the redheaded 
  girl's just twitchy. Regardless, as she becomes aware of Spiker's gaze on 
  her, she first blinks at him, looking taken aback. Then she puts forth a 
  terse nod of her own in reply, in between gulping down her cider.

Troy follows after Jamision, not wanting to embarres anybody by what is going 
  on. he does not shout accross the room. He just follows her out the door, 
  Forgetting his jacket wich hangs by the door.

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

Tracer blinks in shock at the abrupt departure of Jamison and Troy.
Tracer shrugs unsure what to say.

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

"Uh, good answer, kid." Gavin shakes his head, slightly, as he props up his 
  feet on the bars of the stool. "You'll need to answer the problem. 
  Eventually. In a permanent solution." He takes another long drag of his 
  cigarette.

Spiker smiles toward the girl and guy across the bar, "Ah, it's nice to see 
  someone noticed me in this crowded place," he states as he lifts his glass 
  slightly toward the two.

"If you want to be noticed, you've got to speak up." Gavin graces a smile upon 
  Spiker, even as attentive grey eyes take appraisal of him. He nods slightly, 
  then peers back over at Shenner.

Spiker smiles as he looks down on himself and talking to the man, "Ahh, but I 
  thought my attire spoke laudly enough" His words really having no meaning 
  but to himself as he nods back to the man, "I guess I am quiet. That comes 
  from years of living on Tatooine"

Tracer blushes apologetically to Blare in the booth.

Spiker
        This man wears an interesting fix, looking as though he's ready for 
  battle. His tight black t-shirt fits his build rather well and his baggy 
  cammoflauge cargo pants hint tight around his waist but hang loosly. His 
  military black boots are barely noticeable with the pants hanging over the 
  strap of them. The boots, made of leather, are laced up perfectly with new 
  tread on the bottoms. The man is around 5'11" tall and weighs about 180lbs, 
  built. His deep blue eyes change color according to his mood when no 
  suspecting eyes stare. His fringy dark brown hair has no common direction 
  and his dark skin fares well with his surrounding.
        Around his waist, on his right, he loosly wears a holster for his IR-5 
  Blaster, sagging to the heavy side. A strap across his left shoulder hangs 
  an A-88 Shotgun, emitting a low hum as it swings from his shoulder, charged. 
  Strapped on his left forearm, in a sheath, he holds a Vibro-Knife. It's well 
  placed for a unsuspecting attack, or defense.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Vibro-Knife 
=> IR-5 Blaster Pistol 
=> AA-8 Shotgun 
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Gold Ring
=> High-Band DataLink/Pad

Spiker looks at you for a moment.

Shenner looks back and forth between Gavin and the man she doesn't know, her 
  dark red brows knitted down low over her green eyes. To the latter, she says 
  gruffly, "Well, you were lookin' at me, pal, what did you expect?" To the 
  former, she adds, "If they had the guts to try anything, they'da pulled it 
  by now."

Shenner(#3773POACF)
This is a young human female, of about 5'6" in height, but of a delicate 
  enough build that there barely seems to be any substance to her. Her skin is 
  moon-pale, her already fine-boned features made pronounced by an utter lack 
  of extraneous flesh anywhere on her face. In stark contrast with her white 
  complexion, her hair blazes a dark red; her green eyes, large, luminous, and 
  darkly limned by red-brown brows and lashes, look out at everything she 
  encounters with a intelligent, haunted intensity. Those eyes, incongruous 
  with her ethereal frame, and taken along with a walk, stance, accent, and 
  mannerisms seemingly more suited for a brash young street tough, exemplify 
  the contradiction that anyone who observes this girl long enough can soon 
  discover: that for all her fragile appearance, this is no delicate flower. 
  Rather, this young human is one that burns.
She is clad in simple and unobtrusive garb, snug-fitting without being 
  constricting: a forest-green shirt with full sleeves gathered at the wrists 
  and a few small pleats near the buttons at the top; a vest of a similar 
  green hue, lightweight yet made of a sturdy weather-resistant fabric, and 
  sporting several pockets; and lastly, slate-blue breeches tucked into 
  scuffed but serviceable cloud-grey suede boots. Around her waist is slung a 
  light utility belt.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> 6577 Standard Galactic Credits 

"It'll get worse, Shenner. You're playing with fire. Reacting doesn't work. 
  You need to be proactive." Gavin tosses a sidelong glance at Spiker again, 
  then chuckles, "Being quiet in Tatooine keeps you alive, I guess."

Spiker looks to Ari and winks as he throws the money for his drink across the 
  table with a rather generous tip of 50 credits. He looks back to the man 
  near him, "Yeah, it does." he then looks over to the girl beside him. 
  "living there also gave me the sense of when I'm not wanted around, which 
  seems to be everywhere on this planet." He offers a polite nod, as one could 
  give after such a comment before heading back to a booth.

Shenner drains the last of her cider, and then starts to discover that Ariani 
  had left a shot glass of Corellian brandy at her elbow. A glance shot in the 
  direction of the bartender earns her the guilelessly mouthed words 'apology 
  accepted', before Ariani goes on about her business; Shen blinks, scans the 
  bar for Troy, and then grudgingly reaches for the brandy. She knocks it 
  back, and then eyes Gavin, slightly warily. "I've already been here done 
  this," she informs him shortly. "I don't need a lecture, even if you mean 
  well."
Shenner then eyes Spiker a bit blankly, as if to ask 'what's your problem?' -- 
  but far be it from her to tell a man he can't change his chosen seat in a 
  bar.

Spiker sits down at the corner booth.

Spiker waves to Ari once he takes his seat in the corner. She quickly makes 
  her way back with his usual, obviously knowing his moves in this bar. He 
  offers a nod to her when she approaches him, giving her another 20 credits. 
  His glance catches the girl still standing at the bar before he shakes his 
  head in dissapointment.....at himself....

Tracer and Blare continue to talk quietly in the booth.

Shenner, now, is wearing a glower on that slenderly sculpted face of hers. 
  Most of her attention is still on Gavin, but not quite solidly on him, as if 
  she had planned to glower anyway and he just happened to be in immediate 
  range of her expression. She fidgets with the shot glass in one hand, rubs 
  restlessly at her leg with the other, and finally waves down Ariani for a 
  refill.

Spiker once again takes his DataLink/Pad out and turns it on, lighting up the 
  booth with it's display, this time more colorfull at what he looks at on 
  it's screen. For several seconds, pages upon pages scroll down the screen, 
  only noticable to the other patrons in the room by the changing intensity of 
  light emitted from it.

Tracer peers around the booth seat towards the door, then turns back to Blare.

"Fair enough, Shenner. I won't bring it up again." Gavin lets a faint sigh 
  escape his lips as he grinds out the last cigarette into the synth-crystal 
  ashtray. Tucking away his lighter and blue pack, he puffs a breath upwards, 
  so as to blow a lock of black hair from his forehead.

Shenner peers with narrowed green eyes at Hollister, looking for a moment a 
  bit startled, perhaps by his acquiesence. Delivered her second brandy, she 
  nevertheles doesn't attend to it, not immediately. Instead, she looks the 
  man with the cigarettes up and down for a moment, and then finally barks 
  brusquely, "Good." _Then_ she starts nursing the new brandy.

Blare continues to speak with Tracer, and chuckles slightly before he talks 
  quietly again

"Whatever," utters Gavin, almost tiredly. He pushes himself out of the stool, 
  confiscates his items and deposits a few credits on the bar top to pay for 
  the drink. Buttoning up his jacket, he begins to head for the exit.

Shenner blinks, and then clamps her eyes shut for a moment in self-directed 
  irritation. _Well, might as well make it bar-wide,_ she chides herself. 
  Snapping a green glance up at Gavin and keeping it there, she seems to brace 
  herself, and then says in a half-apologetic, half-defiant tone, "Look pal -- 
  I'm sorry if I pissed you off, but I'm a little tired of the 'she's small 
  and skinny and must need rescuing' routine from men, especially men I ain't 
  ever gonna see again, okay? Those two are a coupla lousy freggin' street rat 
  pickpockets, and I got it handled, so don't get your scopes all outta whack 
  over it."

Tracer looks out from the booth at Shenner's raised tones and shrugs before 
  turning back to Blare.

"Right, Shenner. Next time, I won't give a damn if you'd prefer?" Gavin pauses 
  in mid-stride somewhere between the door and the bar. Throwing a look over 
  his shoulder to the young lady, he focuses on her with sharp grey eyes, "I'm 
  out there to rescue you. You gotta do that for yourself." His faint 
  Coruscant accent becomes more pronounced with his irritation. "Still, I 
  think being vaguely concerned about you is better than spitting on your 
  corpse on the street like a lot of folks might do."

Shenner shoots to her feet, aware on the edge of her vision that Ariani has 
  turned a disapproving stare her way, but with two shots of Corellian brandy 
  in her, at this point she's not about to care. Ten different responses fire 
  off in her brain at once, but the one she finally growls out, as she finds 
  herself in motion aend aiming for the winter garb she'd shed coming in, is 
  "Yes, I _would_ prefer it if you didn't give a damn! 'Scuse me!" Grabbing 
  her coat and scarf without bothering to put them on, she charges past 
  Hollister and outside into the night.

You leave The Sandbar, entering the fresh air of 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 night sky 
  above is filled with puffy white clouds with snow falling quickly coating 
  the area and forming drifts where it can collect.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Daggoth
=> Troy
=> Jamison
=> IGNews Terminal - Caspar
=> Mail Terminal: Caspar
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SA>ndbar leads to The Sandbar.
 <S>outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Daggoth looks at you for a moment.

Gavin leaves the SandBar.
Gavin has arrived.

Shenner comes charging out of the Sandbar, aggravation animating her steps -- 
  and the cold immediately halting them, as she comes face to face with the 
  temperature drop of stepping outside. She's got a coat and a scarf with her 
  but hasn't bothered to put them on yet, and only after she catches her 
  breath at the shock of the night air does she start jamming her arms into 
  her coat sleeves, even as she stalks off along the walkway leading away from 
  the bar.

Jamison sighs, unfolding her arms, and brings a hand to cover Troy's lightly, 
  giving it a little squeese.." And yer just being nice.. because, yes I 
  was..", shaking her head a bit with an impish grin..

Following Shenner out a bit later, Gavin tosses a last glance at the redhead, 
  then begins to make his exit from the plaze in the opposite direction. A 
  scowl ruins his handsome features and his hands are jammed tightly in his 
  pockets.

Troy he suddenly pulls Jamison close to him and smiles towards her "No you 
  weren't.." he then gives her a hug "Now is that why you where giving me all 
  those evil looks earlier or was there something else on your mind?"

Daggoth walks into the SandBar.
Daggoth enters the Sandbar.
Daggoth has left.

Jamison chuckles quietly, as she returns the hug, shrugging a bit.." Well.. it 
  started with earlier I guess.. with the damn bomb in the fountain.. and 
  then, well.. with you being Blare's basic instructor..", you just looked 
  like you enjoyed it a little too much.", shaking her head a bit with a 
  smirk." But i got over it.", reaching up to kiss your cheek lightly.." Hello 
  by the way..", looking up, some of her good humor returning.

Probably fortunately for Shenner, she has no idea that Gavin Hollister has 
  glanced after her. The coat goes on, the scarf is snapped around her slender 
  neck, and her stoic expression is set off against the roil of emotions in 
  her eyes. _What IS it with men, anyway, am I carryin' around a sign that 
  says Helpless Female, Rescue Me?! What the kark does he care, anyway? He can 
  go jump into hyperspace without a freggin' ship... yeah right, street rat, 
  real swift, maybe the man was just tryin' to be nice... yeah right, and 
  Paul's gonna come back on bended knee and propose to me with roses and 
  sonnets!_ Soon enough, the girl vanishes off to the north.

[End log.]