Log Date: 1/1/99 Log Cast: Kendell, Lando, Shenner, Arys, Drake, Ariani (NPC), Avy, Fay, Co'Libri, Kaein, Brion, Blaze Log Intro: Shen's first day of classes at the University of Caspar has commenced, and she has spent a good chunk of the day buying more books and datapad discs at one time than she's ever owned for most of her life. But she's also spent much of her day worrying about the developing situation involving the recent attack of Princess Leia on Caspar -- and is about to discover that at least one other of Leia's close friends is doing some investigation of his own into the incident.... ---------- 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" -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Avy => Lando => Kendell => Ariani => Emma -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. Kendell quickly adds, nodding to the blaster, "Added to which, there appears to be no need for it, since the matter already seems to have been discussed through the proper channels. So what say we just dispense with the..." he nods down again, "...formalities?" Lando, facing the President and her husband, holds steady in front of him a heavy blaster pointed at Kendell's midsection. A dust-veil hangs loosely beneath his chin. As the door opens and closes, emitting the young musician as well as a gust of cool air, Lando begins to speak but is interrupted by a muffled explosion outside. The sound of the explosion is cut down to a muffle as the door snugs shut, and Lando exclaims, his eyes widening, "What the..." Almost as an afterthought, he lowers his weapon. Cold air whooshes into the bar as Shen Veery, her slim form swathed in her winter garb -- heavy blue hooded jacket, green and gray striped scarf, and black leather gloves -- comes tromping in through the door. The musician's got her usual tote bag slung off her shoulder, but is leaning a degree or two to that side; what's she got in there, plascrete bricks? Hands come up to shove the hood off her head, revealing cheeks turned pink by the cold. She starts to holler for Ariani and a shakla -- only to find before her the figures of Avy, her husband, and... Lando Calrissian?! With a drawn blaster? "What th--" comes her startled yelp from the door. Though Lando no longer has the gun pointed at Kendell, he hasn't holsterred it, either. He addresses Kendell and his wife quickly as his eyes flicker toward Shenner, "No, neither one of us want to make anything formal out of this. I think you'll understand, though, if I don't merely take your word for this. I'll make a deal with you. Give me Leia's location, and I'll put this gun away and let you both walk out of here, and we can forget this ever happened. Then, if I find that Leia isn't where you say she is, we WILL make this formal." Arys enters the Sandbar. Arys has arrived. Drake enters the Sandbar. Drake has arrived. Drake ducks his head to enter through the door, slipping his uniform cap through an eppalette (spelling?) as he glances about. Consternation is the word of the day, if casual glances at the expressions of the bartender Ariani and the musician Shenner; the older woman has backed off against the back shelves behind the bar, and the younger still stands thunderstruck near the entrance, gaping at the dark-skinned man who's just lowered his blaster from the figures of Avy Laarken and her husband Kendell. Lando's eyes meet with Kendell's and Avy's each in turn, a tense moment of decision setting heavilly between the three. As Avy begins to open her mouth to speak, a security guard enters, bringing in yet another gust of cold, winter air. Whatever hand Lando thought he was dealt no longer seems like enough to win the pot, so he quietly holsters his sidearm. Avy and Kendell glance at the guard, who appears to still be unaware of whatever just transpired. Either in an act of trust, or because they don't wish further bad press, they give each other a knowing look, then depart quietly. Fay enters the Sandbar. Fay has arrived. Drake takes in the quiet atmosphere of threat, and raises an eye-ridge... the scents of tension and nervous fright fade slowly, and the Saurian looks for a seat, only to turn at the entry of a new figure. Well, that's that, then. Ariani stares hard at the three deadlocked figures, and only when the storm seems to blow over does the bartender relax, not haeving been able to go for her own blaster she keeps stowed under the bar. "Nothin' to see here, people," she hollers out, then, as startled customers have stopped on their way into the bar. "We're still open for business." Drake shifts from a mood of wary observation to a truly delighted smile, and one devoid of threatening displays of cutlery... "Greetings Fay-ain, it has been some time." A tall Sarian woman strolls in from the Square, looking oddly unaffected by the cold. Her movements are somewhat tense, but only subtly so; she looks as if she is thinking about something . . . but is really quite more at ease than most, in chaos. Her striking, pupilless violet eyes sweep the room, almost casually, though that could little be said be any who meet her iridescent gaze . . . she sits at the bar, and motions to Ariani. "Caf, double stim," she says, her voice pleasing but sharp. The door closes behind Fay, and the howling wind outside quiets. She begins to work at brushing away the snow from her clothes, "Yeah, yeah, nice to see you too," she mutters, still not looking up. Doesn't seem she's recognized the voice. "Weather's awful..." Open for business, maybe, but Shenner's not exactly sure she likes the look of the business in question. She edges over to the bar, calling sidelong to Ariani, "Lemme have a shakla, will ya, 'Ani?" All the while, though, she's staring just as hard as Ariani had been, but the girl seems a touch less concerned about Avy and Kendell Laarken as the two make their safe and discreet exit than she is about the third remaining figure from the apparent standoff. She slides her heavy carrysack off her shoulders, and it lands with a thunk on the floor. Co'Libri sits down at the bar. Ariani, indeed, goes about her business, but she's keeping a sharper eye than usual on the patrons in the place, especially on that dark-skinned fellow who'd just been brandishing a gun at her boss. Drake seems subtly underwhelmed by the reaction, but realises, once more the limitations of human senses... and stoops, to bring his eyes in line with the down-turned hood... "I was under the impression it was traditional to salute an officer young lady..." Clearly, there's nothing left but to try and put some sort of good face on and turn attention away. He turns to the bartender and says, a broad, practice smile spreading across his lips, "Madame Bartender, let me apologize for this little spectacle by buying everyone a round of drinks. And here..." Lando slides his left hand slowly into a pocket, fishing out a handful of heavy-weight coin, "Let me give you a little something extra for the trouble, as well." Fay's hands don't quit pounding at a stubborn patch of ice that's grown on the side of her jacket. She goes on, "I'm not in the military anymore..." She blinks, cursing to herself that maybe the cold has dulled her mind as well as her senses. Drake? She jumps on top of him in a huge, cold hug. "Drake!" She gives his arm a hearty pat, "I'd have never thought....you're okay??" Drake comes out of his stoop just in time to be buffeted and thumped heartily... a side-step to absorb some of the impact and a slight smile precede the reply... "Recovering... in part, and fortunate to have assistance in so doing. I owe you no small debt." Ariani fetches the caf for Arys, and then the brandy-cocoa for Shenner, and only after she's attended to the customers who require her attention now does she turn her gaze round on Lando. "All right then," she says shortly, but with a subtle relaxation of her features that suggests the man's mannerly gesture does have some effect on her. Co'Libri looks up and waves something to the bartender to get something to drink. Turning to look around while his drink is being made. All smile and good intention his deep blue eyes go through the crowd examing everybody on sight carefully. Drake finds himself supplied with a tumbler of dark red liquid, much to his surprise... Shen, in the meantime, unwinds her scarf and unfastens her blue jacket, all the while eyeing Lando. Never mind how warmly he's smiling and the credits he's producing for Ariani; the musician, it seems, is distinctly unamused. She speaks up gruffly, "You don't pay for mine unless you tell me what's goin' on here, pal." Arys, sipping her caf methodically, is keeping an eye on the, er, gentleman, as well -- but not very excited or worried about the little bout of wackiness that took place here, at that. She sizes up his manner . . . and sees little that would likely cause her trouble, if she did nothing to incur the businessman's wrath . . . he had to be a businessman, the calculating look to him as he traded the credits for people's refrain from hysteria like he was paying for insurance. She sits in silent thought. Fay's face shifts from happy surprise to apology. "Oh, sorry. It's just...you look okay." She squints in scrutiny, "Better, anyway..." She takes off her jacket and hangs it, "I think I've got some explaining to do." She avoids his gaze, "Or something. Uh, wanna sit?" The doors to the sand bar swing open and throught them steps a young black furrd horansi. He steps into the establishment and looks around with is golden eyes, dusting off the snow that has collected on his fur. He moves further into the establishment, his tail flicking about to keep out of the jaws of a small white ferret like creature which is following the larger hornansi, who occasionally gives the critter an annoyed look. Drake dips his head politely to the Horansi, and once more to his pet... then turns... "Yes, perhaps... over there.", he nods to a booth near the rear of the room, and motions for Fay to precede him... Drake mutters to Fay, "I should... been... are both... to..." Lando looks about the now busy room, whistling to himself as he thinks about how things would have gone if the place had been this busy only ten minutes ago. He watches the Horansi enter, then shakes his head again as he changes what the odds on the outcome would have been, again. Casually, he lets his gaze move over to the others again, taking in those that are studying him or purposely ignoring him. Things could still go wrong, after all. Finally, he turns back to Shenner and says, "I hope you'll forgive me if I keep you in the dark a little longer. This doesn't exactly seem the time or the place." Fay dissapears among the patrons. Drake dissapears among the patrons. Fay slips into the booth with the look of a child that's about to get reprimanded. She flicks a glance at Lando for no apparent reason, and nods slightly. Then she turns back to Drake. No doubt about it, Shen's distinctly displeased. "You can keep your credits, then," she growls, fishing into a pocket of her own for a crumpled note -- less, the astute might observe, than the Sandbar generally charges for the brandy-laced hot chocolate that is Shenner's favored drink as of late, but then, she doesn't bother to mention that she gets her drinks at cost. Arys's good reflexes catch every entrance and exit from the room, and she swivels slightly and catches the Horansi in her gaze. Odd . . . never seen one like this before . . . but then again, lots of the people she'd been running into hadn't ever seen one like Arys before, or had, and gave her strange reactions because of it. She really has to get in touch with her childhood friend . . . she lets the thought pass from her mind for the moment, and turns her main focus back to the situation at hand. She murmurs a brief greeting in accented Horansi -- obviously she's no language scholar here -- and sips her stim-caf. Kaein returns the trandoshans nod kurtly as he continues to move across the sand bar, heading toward the far, less populated, side of the establsihemnt his furry white companion stillin tow. His ears perk slightly as he hears his native toung being spoken, and he cranes his head to see the source, giveing the woman a breif nod and smile, before continuing on his way. Lando shakes his head, then looks about the bar once more. Well, Shenner is a friend, but in has her loyalty changed significantly while he was away at Nkllon? Only one way to tell, really. As he speaks quietly to her, he begins unwinding the tan material and untying the leather chords holding his disguise in place, to reveal a different outfit entirely. He mutters to Shenner, "... looking... Leia. I... I... said... know..." You sense Lando shakes his head, then looks about the bar once more. Well, Shenner is a friend, but in has her loyalty changed significantly while he was away at Nkllon? Only one way to tell, really. As he speaks quietly to her, he begins unwinding the tan material and untying the leather chords holding his disguise in place, to reveal a different outfit entirely. "I'm looking for Leia. I smell trouble here, and I don't like it. Avy said she's okay. Do you know if she was lying?" Drake snaps up at the mention of the name 'leia', curiously focussing upon the chameleonic primate. Now divested of her winter garb, Shenner drapes her coat over the top of the carrybag she's dropped on the floor. Scarf and gloves follow it. As the man beside her delivers his lowly murmured words, she parks herself on an unoccupied stool, but turns to give Lando a hard, level stare. Shenner answers tightly, She mutters to Lando, "... wouldn't... the..." Lando senses "Shenner answers tightly, "She wouldn't lie about it. If she says the Princess is okay, she's okay."" Lando Before you is a tall, dark-skinned male of average build, with short, wavy dark hair. Many would probably regard him as handsome. His brown eyes gaze coolly about the area with an air of friendliness and confidence, bordering on cockiness. A simple, short black mustache decorates a slightly angular face. Perhaps it is the set of his jaw, or perhaps it is the cocksure air about him, but he looks as if he usually would wear a knowing, maybe even arrogant, smile. Currently, his attire is what could be described as a uniform of some sort, made of some sort of velvet-like material. His dark brown trousers look crumpled, as though they've been crushed up against his skin for some time. The loose fitting shirt he wears is of a color that seems to be almost a mixture of a flat green and tan. In most systems, his clothing would probably be described as expensive looking, yet tasteful. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DY-255 Heavy Blaster Pistol Arys hears the name "Leia" as well, and *immediately* looks intrigued. Is this related to the attack on the NR Councilor? It could possibly be in her best interest to listen . . . She gets up and makes a show of straightening her outfit, and a calculated movement which would appear to anyone else as a clumsy slip sloshes a bit of stim-caf on her stool . . . grumbling slightly, she picks up and moves to a stool that's closer to the soft conversation. Lando tucks the bundle of material that was his disguise under his arm, and sighs. Shenner's vehemence can mean only one thing; her loyalties have shifted. Which of course means that the object of his search may still yet be in some sort of danger. He gives Shenner another one of his most winning smiles and then speaks softly to her. He mutters to Shenner, "If... You..." You sense Lando tucks the bundle of material that was his disguise under his arm, and sighs. Shenner's vehemence can mean only one thing; her loyalties have shifted. Which of course means that the object of his search may still yet be in some sort of danger. He gives Shenner another one of his most winning smiles and then speaks softly to her. "If you say Leia is okay, then I'd believe you. You must understand my concern, of course." Arys hears fragments and frowns, trying to puzzle out the nature of whatever was said. Shenner shifts on her seat. The dark thundercloud across her thin, pale face lessens a trifle at Lando's tone, but it's still apparent that the young woman is rather put out. She snaps out something irritably: She mutters to Lando, "... concern when I... in... somebody... says... friend... mine drawin' a blaster... boss, okay?" Lando senses "Shenner shifts on her seat. The dark thundercloud across her thin, pale face lessens a trifle at Lando's tone, but it's still apparent that the young woman is rather put out. She snaps out something irritably: "Well, you can understand my concern when I walk in on somebody who says they're a friend of mine drawin' a blaster on my boss, okay?"" Arys hears fragments and frowns, trying to puzzle out the nature of whatever was said. She gets a bit of the gist . . . but, still pondering, tries to listen further. Kaein continues on his way across the establishment, reaching a small, two person table that he frequently sits at. He slides into his seat, quietly placing an order with a passing waiter. He looks about the establishement once again, his golden eyes studying the various patrons quietly. The horansi's little white freind dosent seem to like being ignored as it chitters restlessly and chomps down on one of the horanis toepads. Kaien yelps in surprize, followed by a deep growl as he picks the creature up by the scruff on its neck. Lando raises his hands in a defensive gesture. His smile doesn't fade as he says, his voice raised enough to carry a bit further than it had before, "I had no idea she was your boss. Congradulations! I knew you were good, but I had no idea you'd work for the President of Caspar. You are working for her as a musician, aren't you?" As Lando tries to change the subject, his eyes move about the room again, wondering at who actually overheard what they were discussing. Things could still go quite badly. Drake is only partially paying attention to the discussion at the bar now... but might have heard, as may any number of other non-humans of uncertain sensory acuity... if he did, he shows no sign... Arys smirks and a small chuckle comes from her lips -- ruining any stealth, if that was ever her point, but she is amused by the odd Horansi's situation. The pale Sarian does not carry any animals . . . Shenner's taut features begin to relax, just a bit. She finally realizes that Ariani has indeed brought her a shakla, and the girl reaches for her mug while telling Lando gruffly, "I sing here. Miz Laarken owns the joint. She's my boss." Fay's eyes flick to Lando for only a second, then to Shenner. She's been away for a little /too/ long, then...With a facial shrug, her eyes turn back to Drake. "Still, you must be extremely proud of yourself," Lando says. Bending over slightly, he attempts to make straighten his pants out a little, so they don't actually look like they've been tied down beneath thick material. As he straightens, he says, "Well, I'm proud of you, in any event. I'm sure Paul must be proud of you, too." Kaein lifts the little critter up so it is eye to eye to him and he sighs, "dont do that! how would /you/ like it if i bit your toes or tail?" the cub asks his little weasel like 'freind'. With that the horansi puts the critter down on the table and it immeadltily sucurries to the opposite side of it, stanind on its haunches like a meercat and chittering out a lecture at its big felineoid plaything. Kaine just shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling. The shift in Shenner's countenance is instantaneous, as if someone had just turned on a forcefield behind her eyes. All expression drains out of her features, and the girl jerks her attention down to her drink. Only after she takes down a healthy swig of the alcohol-laden hot chocolate does she tell Lando in clipped tones, "I wouldn't know." Drake sips lightly from the glass tumbler of dark-red oily liquid from time to time... Arys has little time for banter, but cannot resist a jab under even these circumstances. She smirks slightly and murmurs to Kaein, in bad Horansi, "Why you not try it?" or something like that, her grammar in pieces. Lando's smile fades, and inside, he begins chastising himself. Well, at least that question has been answered, too. He speaks once more, adjusting his collar as he does so, "Well, take care of yourself. I think I'm going to see if I can get close to my ship. I just hope that explosion we heard earlier wasn't the _Lady Luck_ going up. It sounded like it was in the direciton of the space port." "Sure," is Shenner's toneless reply to the man with whom she's been conversing; she doesn't look at Calrissian, though. "See ya round." Kaein arches his brow and looks toward arys, giving her a lopsided grin "naw, i dont want to hurt it, just dont want it hurting /me/" he says in basic, with a slight accent. Drake lifts his voice, "It was not, it appeared to be a Lambda shuttle... ", his attention returns to the human opposite... Lando's eyes immediately move to Drake, his expression going from semi-light-hearted to a storm of a frown. "A Lambda? Which Lambda?" Arys returns, "Well, I guess you should make sure never to tell it 'bite me' . . ." It's less apt than her usual retorts, but the woman seems a little worried, preoccupied. She looks back to her stim-caf and drains the remainder. Drake turns at the interruption, essentually unbothered by the frown, "The name was shattered, but it appeared to be the Justice, from her markings... apparently a 'Saurian' lady was involved... " Cranky she might be at the moment, but Shenner is not entirely insensible to Current Events. She glances sidelong in Drake's direction as he addresses Lando, but otherwise, the young musician is for all intents and purposes nursing her drink. Arys's ears perk at the mention of the incident she read of in the news, and she listens closely. This matter seems to be weighing on her mind . . . Fay, having been glad to think something else had drawn Drake's attention, frowns as he taps his claw on the table, awaiting an answer. She bites her lower lip, crosses her arms and thinks about that one... There are a lot of Lambda shuttles, but if it's a coincidence, Lando would eat his ship. He gives Shenner a quick look, full of concern and questioning, then turns and moves toward the door. Shenner doesn't miss Lando's departure, either, and she does return his glance. Her own is unreadable, though, save that it makes her look decidedly older than her generally apparent years. Lando walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Lando has left. Kaein chuckels lightly at arys comment and les back in his chair, a wiater arriving with a mug of coffee, and the cub thanks him promptly. The felineoid takes a long sip of the steaming liquid and looks about, spotting shenner and cocking his head to the side, wondering what could be amatter.... Drake follows the leaver with his gaze, but no more. Brion enters the Sandbar. Brion has arrived. Blaze enters the Sandbar. Blaze has arrived. Kaein is seated at his table on the far side of the cantina, his ferret like freind perched across from him on, and chittering up a storm. Fay is sitting in the booth in the back, facing Drake. She seems rather unhappy. Arys is sitting at the bar, her keen ears and striking eyes picking up things . . . she looks a little worried, thinking and calculating, though she just finished a round of banter with the strange Horansi. It would seem that Ariani knows a bit more than Lando might about whatever it was that he'd said to set Shenner off. But the bartender says nothing to the redhaired musician, and merely quietly sets another shakla in front of the girl when Shen polishes off her first one. "Thanks," Shenner mutters, now turned back to the bar and slouching there on her stool, or at least as much as she can slouch with the slim line of her back as stiff as carbonite. Brion turns to Blaze, and asks, "Same place, or higher ground?" Blaze walks in behind the new cadet, rubbing her hands together to thaw them out. She seems a bit scuffed and bruised, and a bit less preoccupied, though, to those who know enough to recognize it, the same look of deep sorrow is in her eyes. She nods to a new familier faces, and then turns to Brion. "Same place, I suppose..." Kaein stands up from his seat and moves toward shenner, his 'companion' hopping off the table and folowing him closely. The horansi approaches slowly, cautiously, his tail held higher than usual (probally to keep it away from the critter that is following him). He slides into the spot that lando just vacated and smiles at the young musicial, speaking softly "hey there" Kaein Before you stands a five and 1/2 foot tall feline creature that you would identify as a Horansi male. He seems young, probally only about 15 or 16 years of age and moves akwardly on his hind legs, but at the same time he is extremely silent, making noise only when he wants to be heard. The young feline is dressed in simple yet efficent clothes. He wears a grey tank top which is tucked into a pair of kacki shorts that are held up with a brown belt. The clothing allows freedom of movement, wether walking on his hind legs, or on all fours, and it is very practicle, The fur of this young creature is jet black, denoting him of the Mashi subspecies. His eyes are deep golden/copper color and swim with life and emotions. There is one thing you find troubling about this horansi, the series of gray and white rosetta spots that run the length of his back, tail, and speckle the back of his arms legs and head. These spots would mark him as a Treka, except that Treka do not exist with black fur and golden eyes -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => AA-8 Shotgun => Vibro-Blade => CA7 Sub-Machine Gun Blaze sits down at the corner booth. Brion, who is also slightly scuffed, brushes a bit of ash from his sleeve as he makes his way to the corner booth. Brion sits down at the corner booth. Spying Kaein out of the corner of her eye, Shenner blinks and glances up at the Horansi as he sits down beside her. One corner of her mouth curls up a bit, but the small smile doesn't reach her eyes. "Hiya, pal," she says huskily in reply. Blaze slides into the seat, and nods to the man sitting across from her, "Well, you've proved that much to me, kid...Ghost'll appreciate having you..." She tones her voice down a bit, fiercely shaking her head, tapping her ear slightly. "Damn explosion." Kaein glances over toward the door and back to shenner "is there something wrong? i couldent help but to over hear..." the hornasi continues, his ears flutter breifly "sounded like you didnt like one bit of what that guy had to say" Blaze nods. "And you passed the NR medical test? Wow.." She chuckles slightly. "Don't worry...With my squadron now, it's where I'll say the word 'kid', and about 3 cadets walk up..." Shenner blinks a time or two, her green gaze following Kaein's to the door for a moment before she turns her attention back to the felinoid. "Argument between him and... my boss," she says roughly. "He wouldn't tell me what's goin' on." Drake rises, and makes to pull out Fay's seat for her. Fay stands up, peering up at Drake. She's surprised he used 'fine officer' and 'Fay' in the same sentence. Not quite ready to ruin her mood by arguing with /that/, she walks over to grab her jacket. Drake motions for Fay to precede him, "We have him in medical aboard Firemane..." Kaein nods as he listens to shenner, flicking his tail to keep it out of reach of his little furry freind. "anyway, how have you been lately? haven seen you around and i assumed you had gone off planet.." Shenner manages another slight smile, partly for Kaein's concern and partly for the small creature accompanying him. "I still live here and sing for Miz Laarken," she answers, a trifle less gruffly now. "Just getting ready for school, is all. Term started today." She half-smirks, half-smiles. "I'm goin' to the University of Caspar now. What's that thing, anyway?" This, clearly, is intended to mean the ferret. Drake walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically. Drake has left. Kaein grins and looks oaver his shoulder at the little ferret like thing batting at his tail.."oh that...i'm not really sure..it started following me around the other day after i slid through the bushes it was resting in...." he says with a shrug "It's cute," Shenner remarks, her mouth curling up into a bit more of a one-sided smile. Her gaze is starting to lighten; perhaps it's the distraction of meeting an unfamiliar creature. Kaein chuckels and shkes his head.."yeah its cute untill it bites you" he replies with a crooked grin before bending over and grabbing the greature by the scruff behind its neck lifting it up and setting it on the bar. the little white fuzz ball chittering all the way. Shen can be seen to smile, enough to show teeth for a moment, at the little animal's chitterings. "Feisty," she observes succintly. "Hey, pal, you want anything? Does _it_, ya think?" Kaein loosk at the creature for a second and cocks his head "no i dont htink it want anything...except attention....but i'll have some coco" he replies, the crooked frin never leaving his face. "You got it. Hey, 'Ani, a hot cocoa for my pal here, huh?" Shenner calls this over to Ariani and gets a lopsided grin of the bartender's own in reply. It doesn't take too long before Kaein is provided with a large steaming mug. Shen, in the meantime, is seemingly more at ease by now, as she seldom is in the company of any of the Sandbar's regular patrons. Kaein accepts the drink and nods to ariana, taking a long sip of it before setting back down on the counter. he looks over toward shenner and asks "so what classes are you scheduled to take this sememster?" Shenner blows out a breath, setting down her mug on the bar and searching her pockets till she comes up with a somewhat rumpled flimsiplast printout -- a schedule, from the look of it. "Lessee," she drawls. "Casparian History, Casparian Biology, Calculus, Old Republic History, Advanced Musical Theory, Horansi 101 and, uh, Corellian 101, and I'll be tryin' out for the orchestra." Shenner squints at the schedule slip and appends, "Oh yeah, and Fencing." Kaein grins "thats quite a line up" he takes a long sip of his drink and flicks his tail about, teasing the critter at his feet..he looks back to shenner and arches his brow "fencing?" The musician nods, apparently casually, turning around on her stool to lean back against the bar behind her. "They have an instructor there who's studied sword fighting... thought I'd check it out." Kaein nods in agreement, finishing off the mug of steaming liquid, and wipes his maw clean with his forearm. "i would too, sounds interesting" "'Sides," finishes Shen, as she tops off the shakla, "I gotta stay sharp, and that's kinda hard to do at school, ya know pal?" The girl stands, then, and starts gathering up her winter coat, slipping it on. "But I gotta get outta here and get home and do my very first round of homework." A lopsided grin flares; Shen actually seems pleased by the concept. "See ya round?" And Shen adds, glancing at the little furry companion with the Horansi, "You two, pipsqueak." It doesn't take her long to get bundled up for the cold; then, hoisting up her laden carrysack, the musician waves to Kaein, slips Ariani more credits for the drinks, and vanishes outside into the cold.