Log Date:
	2/19/99

Log Cast:
	Athena, Blaze, Shenner, Ariani (NPC), Avy, Kendell, Emma (NPC),
Webb, Acthpa, Mono, Daryth, Samantha

Log Intro:
	The situation on Caspar is growing steadily worse.
	With the arrival of an Imperial fleet in Caspar space, a fleet that's
putting on an unmistakable show of military might, Shenner has found herself 
abruptly setting aside the arguments she's been having with Gavin Hollister
-- an NR Major -- in the face of the sudden need for what NR personnel are
on the planet to get quickly and safely off of it. 
	While the staff and the musicians of the Sandbar brace themselves for 
the increasing likelihood of war, Shenner has been astonished that the man
with whom she's been clashing frequently over the last several days has
suddenly turned to _her_ for help in getting off Caspar, for Hollister,
who is in charge of Princess Leia's personal security, has been left behind in 
the wake of her covert evacuation. So, Shen has pointed him at Lando
Calrissian, hoping that another of her NR friends can help the Major out...
and in the meantime, she's sent a message to Trinumvira Base in the hopes
that another of her friends might be a lead for helping Gavin if Calrissian
can't, though she's heard a number of rumors that suggest that Jonathan
Webb is deeply embroiled in troubles of his own.
	She hasn't heard, though, of the troubles involving one Chantinelle
Thistleborn...

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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>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Athena
=> Blaze
=> Kendell
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Athena sits on her hoverchair at the table in the corner.

Again Blaze raises her glass to her lips...she was already on the second 
  bottle...And still not nearly drunk. It was almost amazing..she'd tried to 
  get herself inebriated before..it had never worked. Of course..she wasn't 
  offered the least of human weaknesses. Oh well. She barely looks up from her 
  back booth as two more people walk in the bar...Just so long as they didnt' 
  bother her, she'd be alright.

All traces of her recent usual grumpy attitude have subsided out of the face 
  of Shenneret Veery. As the young musician strides into the bar, her 
  countenance is all sober business, and she scans the place for a) an 
  unoccupied stool, and b) Ariani, in that order. The stool is found; Shen 
  drops her tote bag full of data discs and her datapad and the two textbooks 
  of the day, and starts wriggling out of her coat as she catches Ariani's eye.

Just as Athena wants to raise her left hand to the bartender to order a drink 
  for herlsef, she spots the other woman close coming in after herself. Athy 
  watches her carefully before she coughs slightly and waves her left hand to 
  the younger woman, trying to get her attention.

"Shen, kid, aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"The U started dismissing classes," the redheaded bard tells the bartender, as 
  Ariani comes over to greet her. "Thought I'd check in to see what news--" 
  The cough from over in the corner distracts Ariani, though. Seeing the older 
  woman's attention divert, Shenner glances over her shoulder in that 
  direction... and blinks.

Athena
        A female human sitting in a modern hoverchair. The woman wears a 
  simple white combination of a long and widely cutted plain jacket and 
  fitting white trousers. The right sleeve of the jacket seems to be empty and 
  falls losely down beside the young woman. Her left hand rests on a small 
  remote control with which she control the motions of the hoverchair. The 
  face of the woman had once been a beautiful one but pain and sorrow added a 
  lot of wrinkles on the face, letting her appear much older than she is. Her 
  short blond hair frames her oval face, but her lips under her small nose are 
  pressed together, changing her mouth into a thin line of bitterness. There 
  isn't any additional patch, jewlery or anything else except a small golden 
  crest fixed to the jacket's collar showing a tiny flying dragon. Above the 
  white combination the woman wears a much thicker cloak, protecting her from 
  cold weather.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Protective Vest <Worn>

Avy enters the Sandbar.
Avy has arrived.

Finishing off the glass, Blaze sets it down, contemplating pouring another, or 
  perhaps ordering some food..it's not exactly like her schedule today isn't 
  open. Her thoughts crowd around her again, darker than usual..well..usual 
  was a strange word..she'd felt...different recently. Different from what was 
  the question. She reaches for the menu placed by the waitress on her first 
  go-round, reading over the selections..not particularly enthusiastic about 
  any of it..especially the crowd that had suddenly formed near her secluded 
  back table.

A whirl of mid-day snow enters the SandBar along with two large men in 
  snowjackets displaying the Casparian Presidental seal. Right behind them 
  follows the quite bundled-up form of Avy Laarken.

"Can I get you somethin' else, ma'am?" Ariani calls over to the woman in the 
  hoverchair, politely. Shenner, in the meantime, straightens up where she 
  stands by her stool, a bemused look flooding across her face.

Athena oohs and blushs slightly at Ariani's question "Uh... I hot chocolate 
  please." she orders with a low husky voice before she adds, "And one please 
  for this young musician too." she frienldy looks at Shenner, indicating her 
  with a nod to join her table.

"You got it," Ariani says, moving to fill the order, even as Shen glances at 
  her. The older woman nods slightly, and then Shenner turns back to the 
  table, approaching it with green eyes gone a little wide. So far she hasn't 
  noticed Avy's entrance into the place; all her attention is on the woman in 
  the chair, and as she draws near the musician asks startledly, "I know you,
  don't I?" Her tone is devoid of her usual edge, though her voice is no less 
  husky, no less low.

Having nothing else to do, Blaze looks about at the new crowd 
  assembling..slightly surprised to see the President of Caspar enter. Weird. 
  Place at war, but yet the President is in a common bar. She could recognise 
  noone else in the place, the last time she'd been on Caspar she hadn't been 
  exactly in the mood for observation. She stops a passing waitress, putting 
  in an order for something..she wasn't even sure what..something that didnt' 
  sound like it would kill her. Well..she'd only been living off of mess hall 
  food for the longest time now..nothing could kill her.

Kendell stands behind the bar, wiping out a glass with a thin white towel and 
  watching the events unfold before him with a bemused look on his face. He 
  shakes his fair-haired head with a chuckle and exchanges the 
  freshly-wiped-out glass for another one. "Hey! Ian! Brian!" he calls out 
  with a raise of his hand as the two hulkingly familiar gaurds enter the bar 
  with his wife. But as his eyes fall on the latter, looking a bit haggard, 
  his face softens a bit. "Hon." he smiles, discarding the towel and the glass.

Athena blushes at once and raise sher left hand , bringing her index finger on 
  her lips quickly to indicate her to keep her voice low. the woman inthe 
  hoverchair points to a free chair beside herself and invites Shenner to sits 
  down as she waits for Ariani to bring the two drinks. She suddnely turns her 
  head hearing the man behind the desk calling out and follow this glance to 
  watch the President just enter the bar. She oohs surprised and tilts 
  slightly her head, bringing up he rhand on her cheek to cover her face a 
  little bit before Avy at least.

Shenner's dark red eyebrows make crooks over her green eyes, but she settles 
  down into the indicated chair, not even slouching for once, her posture 
  alert, her eyes slightly narrowed in puzzlement. "What's on your mind?" she 
  asks, blunt but not hostile, pitching her voice down low since the woman in 
  the hoverchair seems nervous.

Kendell steps out from the back room, a glass of wine held lightly between 
  three fingers. His other hand residing in an overcoat pocket, he leans 
  against the back of the bar, quietly surveying the feel of today's crowd.

Athena hms and thankfully nods as Shenner keeps her voice low. She smiles 
  friendly at the young musician and tells her in her husky voice, "Oh I might 
  have something for you, if you would like to play and sing for me again?" 
  she answers directly.

Again? "I do know you," Shenner says then, and it's not a question, but rather 
  a realization. Green eyes sweep their gaze along the figure in the 
  hoverchair again, and then return to the woman's face, searchingly, stunned, 
  curious. But despite the thunderstruck query in her expression, the young 
  musician doesn't ask the obvious question, not yet. "I'm listenin'," she 
  says, just as directly, while she tries to assimilate the altered appearance 
  of the woman before her.

Kendell's eyes passively scan the faces around the relatively quiet room; a 
  few stray rays of sunlight cut soft, warm razor slashes through the dust and 
  across the downcast eyes of a patron here and there. He absently trails past 
  two women at a nearby table, the glass tilted to his lips. And then they 
  turn back.

Athena nods again at Shenner being gladly that the young woman isn't starting 
  any scene in the bar. Athy sighs and looks down at he rlap, where she places 
  or better hides her single hand, if she just doesn't sip on her drink. As 
  she looks up at Shenner, she tries to force her usual smile on her lips but 
  fails and only creates a odd expression. "Somebody got angered about me..." 
  she sighs, "Well yes you know me." she says softly and removes a strain of 
  hair out of her face a gesture what was typical to Chanti.

Blaze turns her attention from the conversation of the two women, lancing her 
  eyes across the bar once more before turning back to her own booth, reaching 
  for the bottle of whiskey, pouring herself yet another glass. She'd have to 
  stop it soon...it wasn't exactly helping her liver very much, and it was 
  obvious she couldn't drown her sorrows in the bottle this time. Oh 
  well..perhaps the food would come soon..and she could always attempt to get 
  work done..No, that would be impossible..She definately wasn't in the mood 
  for work...that's why she was here, right?

Shenner's features go quite still, save for a widening of her eyes as the 
  identity of the woman in the hoverchair is confirmed. The young musician 
  stares hard at the older woman for a few moments, before saying in a 
  significantly blunter although no less soft tone, "If this has anything to 
  do with your friends in the ships closin' in on this planet, you can forget 
  it." Still no hostility in her tone, but the hard, level look in the bard's 
  eyes is without hesitation.

Kendell sets the glass down slowly as his own personal internal movie 
  projector coughs itself into life. His finger taps the side of the glass in 
  a quick, erratic rhythm.

Athena hmmpfts and blows out her breath forcefully through her nose, "If you 
  mean the Empire....it was the Empire who did _this_ to me, so calm down I am 
  finished with this topic. No, its for the Taj Org to celebrate the winners 
  of the last swoop race."

Kendell's lips tighten slightly, and he lets out a quiet sigh. Leaning over a 
  little, he turns to Emma, whispering something in her ear. With a nod, the 
  girl weaves around the bar and heads for the table.

Shenner, who has neither raised her voice nor gotten angry, not yet at any 
  rate, just stares hard at the other woman at the request to 'calm down'; her 
  only noticeable reply is a clear smirk. But then she huhs, looking her table 
  companion up and down again, and something seems to click behind her eyes. 
  It doesn't make her stare any less blunt, but it does seem to accomplish 
  _something_, for Shen's next word is simply, "When, where, and how much are 
  you willin' to pay me and the others?"

Blaze lets the bottle come back down to the table, hitting the wooden surface 
  with a sudden 'clank', the remaining liquid swishing about the bottle. She 
  takes a long sip from the cup...inebriated or not, the drink wasn't helping 
  her thoughts much either..instead of forcing her to think of other things, 
  they always come back to the same topics..the ones she's been trying to 
  avoid. At least she got away from the squadron for a while, even if she had 
  very sketchy detials on what she was doing here. What she wouldn't give to 
  be an independant again..making your own contracts...

Emma reaches the table, standing a somewhat safe distance away so as to avoid 
  interruption. He eyes trail to the floor, back up to Athena, and back to the 
  floor.

As Athy hears Shenner's answer she gets the first time a real true smile on 
  her lips, "Oh fine... well I know it will come a little but fast to you: Its 
  tomorrow, in the showroom of the Taj company and I have no idea how much 
  money you and the band want..." she answers as directly as Shenners asked. 
  As Emma reaches her table, she turns around from Shenner after a quicky, 
  "'Cuse me." and looks down on Emma, "Yes dear, you need somehting?" she asks 
  softly the girl, being not able to become angered anytime by them, even if 
  they stare at her for being a cripple.

Emma blinks quickly, nodding with a polite smile as she leans into the booth 
  and imparts Kendell's message. Turning slightly, she points behind the bar. 
  "My, uh...my employer was inquiring as to your name...he said you..." She 
  stops a little short, "...well, he said you looked a bit familiar."

Shenner lifts both her eyebrows at Emma, and then glances at Athena, not yet 
  answering her question, waiting to see how she'll answer the waitress 
  instead.

Kendell pulls back a stool behind the bar and slides into the seat. Leaning 
  down on his elbows, he lifts the glass, watching the conversation from over 
  the rim.

Athena ooohs and follows the little girl's finger to the bar and sees Kendell 
  there. Seeing him so suddenly without any warning evokes some thoughts inher 
  mind and her jaw opens slowly seeing him looking at her and Shenner's table. 
  Athy sighs and smiles at the little girl, "Tell him my name is Athena 
  O'laurin." and puts a coin into the girl's little hand, "But dont use it 
  only for cigarettes, you heard me?"

Webb enters the Sandbar.
Webb has arrived.

Emma
        Emma is Ariani's younger sister who has recently relocated to Plaxton 
  City. She beams as she talks to you, and seems to be a neverending fount of 
  energy. The physical simalarities between Emma and her sister are few, 
  except for the same sparkling grey eyes. Emma's long, fine blonde hair is 
  pulled up in a high pony-tail and a smattering of light freckles adorn her 
  nose and cheeks. She wears a light-blue tunic underneath a brown vest, and 
  deep brown leggings. 

Athena sits with Shen , Emma just standing beside her.

Emma nods, a bright, satisfied smile coming over her like a wave that crests 
  as she straightens back up. "Thank you, ma'am...sorry to disturb you both." 
  She nods to Shenner with familiarity and a wink and heads back to the bar to 
  send the message back.

Kendell sets the now-empty glass down as Emma returns to the bar. She delivers 
  the message, the man listening intently as his eyes track back and forth 
  between the two. Emma mutters, "O'Laurin," and Kendell gazes upon Athena for 
  a pensive moment, as though trying hard to convince himself that really *is* 
  her name. After a bit, he nods to Emma with a smile, his eyes turned to the 
  rivulets of thick wine still trailing down the sides of the glass like rain 
  onto a windowsill. "Thanks, Emma...offer her something from the back for her 
  trouble...anything she decides on." Standing, he throws on his coat and 
  heads for the back door.

_Athena O'Laurin, huh?_ Shenner absorbs this information without so much as a 
  blink. She flicks Emma a brief lopsided smile before returning her green 
  regard to the woman in the hoverchair, to whom she says, "Tomorrow might be 
  too soon, especially given the... situation." She lifts her gaze skyward for 
  a moment, significantly. "If our boss needs us, that'll have to take 
  priority."

Webb drifts silently into the Sandbar, huddled beneath the heavy, featureless 
  grey garnment which serves to (hopefully) offer some protection from the 
  fearsome winter weather brewing outside. His hood is drawn up, shading his 
  head and probably helping to save him from a bout with hypothermia. 
  Shivering faintly from his exposure to the bone-chilling cold, he begins to 
  trudge towards Shenner after taking a moment to surveil the various 
  customers.

Acthpa looks at you for a moment.

Athena hms and looks at Shenner, "Your boss?" she asks softly, already 
  thinking how she can persuade her boss to give Shen tomorrow free. She 
  smirks and shrugs, a very odd gesture when done with only one shoulder, 
  "Well I would be very honored and pleased if you would make it and to for 
  your consious, "None of my type will come and I doubt that I will make it 
  too, esp in such an apperance." she smirks and looks down at herself again.

"Miz Laarken's our boss," Shenner states, slouching a bit in her chair -- a 
  slight sign, perhaps, that she's let down at least some of her guard with 
  the woman at her table. She then glances up, noticing the figure coming 
  toward her and the other woman, and her eyebrows go up again.

Mono enters the Sandbar.
Mono has arrived.

Snow, always snow there. The young blond woman wipes out some snow of her 
  clean dress and combs her hair. She looks around at people, there in a 
  well-known place for her, and notices nothing special, more exactly nobody 
  she has ever seen. She makes her way quietly towards the Bar.

Daryth enters the Sandbar.
Daryth has arrived.

Mono walks into the place and see's how crowded it is. Than walks over to the 
  bar to get a drink.

Daryth strides into the bar a little uncertainly, although his new uniform 
  seems to put a bit of a swagger in his step. He pauses at the entrance and 
  looks around

Athena sits in her hoverchair together with Shenner, while Webb just arrived 
  at Shen.

The bartender, Ariani, is keeping up a steady stream of drinks for the influx 
  of customers -- and in some cases, some of the simple edibles the Sandbar 
  serves, too, sandwiches and the like. Emma, the waitress, scampers back and 
  forth to ferry trays between tables.

Mono sits down at the bar.

Webb's approach brings him up directly behind Athena. In spite of his apparent 
  shivering, this is done with eerie silence, until a stifled sneeze and 
  several rather chilled sounding sniffles shatter the effect as simply as a 
  brick crashing through plate-glass. He rubs his hands together in an attempt 
  to impart some form of warmth in them as he peers across at Shenner, 
  politely waiting for a lull in the musician's conversation before uttering a 
  word, so as to not interrupt. When such a lull does come, he nods his head 
  towards Shenner beneath the concealment of his hood, and finally speaks, 
  "You sent for me, Miss Veery?" in a voice which would seem quite different 
  from the one most commonly associated with him by those who'd thought 
  themselves aquainted with him weeks ago. This voice is more suited to a 
  significantly older, perhaps slightly more weary individual.

Athena sees Shenner change her focus from herself. She frowns and wonders who 
  came in turning her head to look carefully at the newcomer, not knowing this 
  man, but somehow not liking at once his appearance. She raises an eyebrow as 
  she watchs him talking with Shenm but remains quiet herself.

Daryth looks around, but sees no familiar faces and departs quietly
Daryth walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Daryth has left.

Shenner blinks, sitting up and looking past her companion to the figure in the 
  cloak. Much the same bemusement that had crossed her face for Athena 
  O'Laurin happens again in the musician's expression; however, it's swiftly 
  followed by something clicking into place behind her green eyes, as she 
  figures out who this person must be. "Yeah," she says at last, "thanks for 
  comin'. Miz... uh, O'Laurin, 'scuse me a moment, will ya?"

Acthpa looks at you for a moment.

Athena nods quickly and but remains quiet not wanting to say anything. She 
  waves slightly with her left hand at shenner, "Well Dont make any thoughts 
  about your boss, Cuz she will come too, well she is paying the half of it." 
  she grins and nods thankfully to Shen, indicating her thank for her 
  discussion.

Arriving at the Bar, Acthpa takes a seat, not even glancing at the persons 
  already there. She just gazes a little at the three persons at the table 
  forming a quite odd trio according to their attitudes, wearings, voices. She 
  folds her arms in order to forget the cold outside and makes a sign to 
  Ariana. As she arrives, she finally decides not to drink, and flashes a 
  smile to the last sentence heard.

Webb offers Shen a remarkably serene smile, in spite of his sniffling and 
  shivering, and gives Athena a momentary glance as well, suddenly seeming 
  quite aloof as he regards the latter of the two women. Patiently he awaits 
  the end of the conversation, so that he might attend to whatever his 
  business with Shenner might be this afternoon.

Shenner rises, gesturing the man in the cloak off to another table out of 
  earshot, and nodding in gruff politeness to the woman in the hoverchair.

Mono truns his stool around and asks "Anyone up to a game of sabacc?" In a 
  very deep voice. Than Orders a blackmoon from the bar tender.

Shenner leans in close then to the cloaked man, eyebrows raised, murmuring 
  something softly to him.
You whisper, "Glad you could get here, pal, didn't know if you'd get the 
  message." to Webb.

Ariani works with grace as she makes a blackmoon and serves it to Mono.

Mono takes a sip from his blackmoon.

Athena just sits quietly onher table, sippping with her left hand her drink, 
  sighing about the Sabbac offer, something she would have never refused, but 
  playing sabbac is one arm is not easy.

Webb follows Shenner to the previously mentioned table, and smiles serenely 
  beneath his hood at whatever Shen's remark was. His response is a matter of 
  fact, "I've gotten good at being where I am needed, Miss Veery, now what 
  seems to be troubling you this blustery afternoon?" before his voice lowers 
  to a tone more suitable for a discussion of some nature of sensitivity.

Shenner slides herself into a chair, keeping her expression carefully neutral, 
  though she can't entirely hide flickers of surprise at the manner in which 
  she's being addressed. Her voice drops again, down to a low murmur.
Webb senses, "Shenner glances around just to be sure no one is within earshot, 
  and then looks square into the cloaked visage before her. "I need to ask you 
  if there's any way you know of to get someone affiliated with the NR 
  offworld, fast.""

Putting her hand in her pocket, Acthpa takes out a little watch very quietly, 
  as she doesn't seem to really want to know the hour and she shakes her head 
  like she is talking to herself. She sighs deeply, stands up from the Bar and 
  walks towards the exit, ready to meet the snow and the wind again. She 
  pauses just before the door, and finally opens it.

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

Mono takes a sip from his blackmoon.

Athena sips slowly on her hot chocolate, looking curiously around.

Mono takes a sip from his blackmoon.

Samantha enters the Sandbar.
Samantha has arrived.

Shenner's own hot chocolate, dutifully brought her by Ariani but now 
  temporarily forgotten, remains on the table she's just left, growing slowly 
  cooler. Shenner herself leans one elbow onto the top of the table at which 
  she now sits, her gaze intent upon the cloaked visage of her companion.

Samantha strolls in casually and scans the cantina for people she knows. She 
  finds none and makes her way towards the bar.
Samantha sits down at the bar.

Webb scratches his chin faintly at whatever Shenner just asked of him, and 
  partakes a moment of contemplative silence, before finally giving a nod in 
  response.

Athena sits for herself on her hoverchair in the corner.

The young musician's mouth curls up into a wisp of a smile, on one end, and 
  there is a slight lightening of her sharp green gaze as she continues her 
  softly murmured conversation.

Samantha looks at the bar for a few moments before making her order, she waves 
  the bartender to come closer and orders a Blackmoon.

Ariani works with grace as she makes a blackmoon and serves it to Samantha.

You whisper, "His name's Hollister... he's a Major. And he works for the 
  Princess." to Webb.

Mono takes a sip from his blackmoon.

Webb whispers, "I know the man. I'm certain that something can be done for 
  him. It may take a moment for me to figure out what."

Athena smirks as the second mug on her table gets slow and slow cooler. She 
  sighs and waves at Ariani. mentioning her to bring the drink after Shenner, 
  something what she would have done normally herself if not being in the 
  hover chair.

Samantha turns around to face the patrons, and looks at each with curiosity. 
  She seems to be looking for something, as her glances are close to staring.

A flicker of relief, then, in Shenner's expression. She doesn't notice 
  Ariani's sending Emma over to move that hot chocolate, at Athena's request; 
  only when Emma actually draws near enough to the table for the musician to 
  spot her does Shen seem to pause for a moment, catching herself. When Emma 
  hurries off again, perhaps sensing that her friend needs privacy, Shenner 
  looks once more at her companion and murmurs to him.
Webb senses, "Shenner says softly, I'm to tell you that he doesn't want to 
  pull anybody off of dealin' with..." And she pauses, glancing meaningfully 
  skyward. "He'll sit tight if he has to, till his people come back for him. 
  But he also says to tell you that if y'all need him, he'll help in any way 
  he can.""

Mono finishes off his blackmoon.

From afar, Webb nods slightly, his eyes seeming to grow more steely as the 
  discussion draws on, and his expression hardens into one more suited for a 
  Ranger than for some kind of monk, "Damn right I can use his assistance if 
  he's willing to stick his neck out a little... maybe I can even get him 
  offworld in the process." His eyes too cast skywards for an instant, "Who 
  knows. I might even be able to do something about all that."
Webb gestures faintly towards the ceiling, or perhaps the sky beyond it, in 
  accompanyment of whatever he is presently saying to Shenner.

Mono get's up from his stool and than walks out of the cantina.
Mono walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Mono has left.

Shenner bobs her head slightly, in comprehension. She might be barely on the 
  edge of her teens, but the musician's eyes now have a certain age about 
  them, at odds with her youthful lines of her features.
Webb senses, "Shenner asks bluntly, but without her all-too-frequent sardonic 
  edge, "Whaddya want me to tell him for getting in touch with ya? I got a 
  number, too, where he called me from.""

After a lengthy pause in the conversation, Webb snatches up a neaby bar 
  napkin, and produces a pen seemingly from thin air, and begins to scrawl 
  down something with a slightly shakey hand for the musician, his voice 
  (seemingly carelessly) slipping once again into the audible range, "Yes... I 
  think this could help you find what you're looking for Miss Veery. Do feel 
  free to contact me if you have any more such pressing questions..."

Shen's green eyes flick to follow the motions of her companion's hands, and 
  then she nods, perhaps to him, perhaps to herself. "I'll do that," she says 
  gruffly, casting the napkin no more than a mild casual glance.

Mono enters the Sandbar.
Mono has arrived.
Mono walks into the cantina, and goes to the stool he was seating at earlier.
Mono sits down at the bar.

Webb covers his mouth as he emits an unhealthy sounding cough, and rises 
  slowly to his feet, "Contact me if you need anything, Miss Veery, even if 
  just a friendly ear. I'm afraid that now, I must be on my way though. Much 
  to do before I can get out of this dreadful cold." The last line, if you 
  think hard enough about it, could be one of the last things you'd have 
  expected to hear from the mouth of Webb, but then, there is much about these 
  times which can be considered to be hardly ordinary.

Shenner smiles faintly. The crooked smile is her normal one, but her eyes are 
  still very intent, and she says only as she gets to her feet, "I'll keep in 
  touch."

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

[End log.]