He looks around at the gathered crew. "I'm thirsty. What say
we grab his lordship and go hit the local watering hole? I'm
taking the steward out for dinner tomorrow, so someone else
will have to have Percywatch."
"I think I can stay and entertain Lord Percy; tomorrow, I've
asked for Bart to take Lord Percy fishing..."
"Oh, so no Lord Percy tonight? You think that wise? I know
its smart, but..." he asks the question.
"But nothing, I'm sure it'll be just fine, Sasha-"
Paris smiled at Bart. "...and he said he would consider it." She
consulted her omnipresent datapad. "This will give me some
time to
reinventory and begin restocking--Captain, what is our next
destination so I can start trawling for pax once again--also, if
anyone needs some laundry done that hasn't been, I can amuse
myself that way as well."
She smiled at the crew.
"Well?"
Paris faded, as was her way, back into the woodwork.
Just as Paris fades, Percy rises...or at least, enters the room.
"Did I just hear my name?" the red nosed and slightly unsteady
Lord asks as he half staggers into the crew lounge.
Leaning against the door frame he looks around the room and
says, "So,
this where you all ran off to, to hide. I was getting lonely in
the lounge by myself.
Looking around again he frowns and asks, "Where have all the
others gone?"
"Oh *now* I remember!" he says raising one finger and pointing
at his head, "We landed!"
"Very good, Milord," Paris says with a smile, as one might to someone whose DNA might potentially contaminate the gene pool.
"Where's the nearest bar?" he asks cheerfully adding, "Let's
have a party!"
"That would be tomorrow evening," Paris assures him, "you had decided that you would go fishing with Bart tomorrow for some of the large local fish--which means that I have to get you heavy weapons permits as well as fishing licenses, and then Lady Sharda and I are discussing arranging meetings with the local nobility--be a wonderful way to establish your reputation here as well."
