> >> Woof doesn't see, or feel, anyone following him as he walks down > >> the street. He picks up a printout at a corner newstand for a > >> mark and crosses the street to a small bar called "The Prince's > >> Arms." > >> > >> Stopping just inside the door he sees that about half the people > >> in this bar are dressed in the uniforms of the Imperial Mark > >> Marines. Looking around quickly he doesn't see any officer's > >> uniforms, but there are several tables of NCO's here as well as a > >> number of the enlisted from the lower ranks at tables and along > >> the bar. Music from a jukebox is playing and there are several > >> couples, both uniformed and in civilian clothing, slow dancing to > >> the bluesy music. Woof sees an empty booth against the far wall > >> and moves across to it, taking a seat. > >> > >> "What can I get ya?" a barmaid asks appearing at his booth almost > >> as if by magic almost as soon as he sits down. She is a young > >> blonde, a little on the plump side, but busty, with her hair > >> pulled back from her face into a pony tail. Several strands of > >> her hair has gotten loose and is hanging in stings down the side > >> of her face. She smiles at Woof, "Don't think I've seen you in > >> here before." > > "I'm not sure I've been in here before either. I'd have remembered > you~~," he says smoothly, waiting for her to give her name. "Give me > [equivalent of Bud] on tap... And something to take the edge off my > hunger..." "Parker's and a bowl of peanuts good enough for you?" she asks with a wink, and goes away to get both items. While she is gone, Woof takes the folded note out from his coat pocket and places it on the table between his hands. Eris AKU GM
> > "I'm not sure I've been in here before either. I'd have remembered > > you~~," he says smoothly, waiting for her to give her name. "Give me > > [equivalent of Bud] on tap... And something to take the edge off my > > hunger..." > >"Parker's and a bowl of peanuts good enough for you?" she asks with a >wink, and goes away to get both items. > >While she is gone, Woof takes the folded note out from his coat pocket >and places it on the table between his hands. Um, Woof reads the note? Woof
Greg wrote: > > "Parker's and a bowl of peanuts good enough for you?" she asks with > > a wink, and goes away to get both items. > > > > While she is gone, Woof takes the folded note out from his coat > > pocket and places it on the table between his hands. > Um, Woof reads the note? OOC: (a) was allowing you to express any drama into reading the note, if you so wanted, (b) after giving you a few days to reply was busy elsewhere and (c) didn't do much posting anywhere. ;-p Woof unfolds the note, holding it between his hands so only he can see what he is doing. When the barmaid returns with his drink and bowl of peanuts, Woof covers the note with his hand as he smiles and thanks her. Then positioning the beer mug and bowl to block the view from others he spreads the note out and looks at it. The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell that the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a shaky surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but to his eye it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom confirms his thought by being signed..."Lessa." Woof reads... Woof, I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I won't blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who else to turn to. I need your help. If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to midnight mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. Please, don't desert me, please! Lessa
> > > "Parker's and a bowl of peanuts good enough for you?" she asks with > > > a wink, and goes away to get both items. > > > > > > While she is gone, Woof takes the folded note out from his coat > > > pocket and places it on the table between his hands. > > > Um, Woof reads the note? > >OOC: (a) was allowing you to express any drama into reading the note, if >you so wanted, (b) after giving you a few days to reply was busy >elsewhere and (c) didn't do much posting anywhere. ;-p OOC: But to be left hanging.... And how much 'drama' can I add to reading a note I don't know what says? Huh? >Woof unfolds the note, holding it between his hands so only he can see >what he is doing. > >When the barmaid returns with his drink and bowl of peanuts, Woof covers >the note with his hand as he smiles and thanks her. "Parker's... You might need to keep them coming." He points at the 'hidden' note. "Got stood up today, and this is from the girl. Haven't read it yet, so I might need to put out the flames... Thanks." >Then positioning the >beer mug and bowl to block the view from others he spreads the note out >and looks at it. > >The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell that >the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a shaky >surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but to his eye >it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom confirms his >thought by being signed..."Lessa." Woof sips the beer, then inhales deeply, the weight of everything pressing down on his shoulders. Life and death kind of things, here, and not like the raging flood waters or rampaging bulls on Sequi, either. Bullets. Hits. Politics... He takes another deep breath, and focuses. >Woof reads... > >Woof, > >I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I won't >blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who else to turn >to. I need your help. > >If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to midnight >mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. > >Please, don't desert me, please! > >Lessa He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins Street. He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that. Woof
Greg wrote: > > Woof unfolds the note, holding it between his hands so only he can > > see what he is doing. > > > > When the barmaid returns with his drink and bowl of peanuts, Woof > > covers the note with his hand as he smiles and thanks her. > > "Parker's... You might need to keep them coming." He points at the > 'hidden' note. "Got stood up today, and this is from the girl. > Haven't read it yet, so I might need to put out the flames... > Thanks." "Sorry to hear that, sweetie." she says pulling a long face, "But any girl that'd stand up a hunk like you doesn't deserve you." Then with a wink and a swing of her hips she leaves the table to see to her other patrons. > > Then positioning the beer mug and bowl to block the view from > > others he spreads the note out and looks at it. > > > > The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell > > that the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a > > shaky surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but > > to his eye it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom > > confirms his thought by being signed..."Lessa." > > Woof sips the beer, then inhales deeply, the weight of everything > pressing down on his shoulders. Life and death kind of things, here, > and not like the raging flood waters or rampaging bulls on Sequi, > either. Bullets. Hits. Politics... He takes another deep breath, > and focuses. > > > Woof reads... > > > > Woof, > > > > I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I > > won't blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who > > else to turn to. I need your help. > > > > If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to > > midnight mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. > > > > > > Please, don't desert me, please! > > > > Lessa > > He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins Street. > He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. He has a couple of hours still and he knows the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street is only three blocks away. > He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But > what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the > beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. > > He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that.
> > "Parker's... You might need to keep them coming." He points at the > > 'hidden' note. "Got stood up today, and this is from the girl. > > Haven't read it yet, so I might need to put out the flames... > > Thanks." > >"Sorry to hear that, sweetie." she says pulling a long face, "But any >girl that'd stand up a hunk like you doesn't deserve you." > >Then with a wink and a swing of her hips she leaves the table to see to >her other patrons. He lifts his glass to her retreating back, "Thanks." > > > Then positioning the beer mug and bowl to block the view from > > > others he spreads the note out and looks at it. > > > > > > The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell > > > that the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a > > > shaky surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but > > > to his eye it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom > > > confirms his thought by being signed..."Lessa." > > > > Woof sips the beer, then inhales deeply, the weight of everything > > pressing down on his shoulders. Life and death kind of things, here, > > and not like the raging flood waters or rampaging bulls on Sequi, > > either. Bullets. Hits. Politics... He takes another deep breath, > > and focuses. > > > > > Woof reads... > > > > > > Woof, > > > > > > I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I > > > won't blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who > > > else to turn to. I need your help. > > > > > > If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to > > > midnight mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. > > > > > > Please, don't desert me, please! > > > > > > Lessa > > > > He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins Street. > > He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. > >He has a couple of hours still and he knows the Church of the Holy >Redeemer on Hawkins Street is only three blocks away. > > > He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But > > what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the > > beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. > > > > He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that. "What have you gotten into?" he asks quietly, "and how can I help?" He muses. He'll probably have the bar call a cab for him so he doesn't use his comm, then have it wait at the church while he goes in... If she's not been followed, he could probably get her to the port and aboard the Mae Lee... He drinks the beer, but he doesn't guzzle it. Doesn't want a buzz going if he's got to be thinking... He watches the vid if its on... Woof
Greg wrote: > >> He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins > >> Street. He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. > > > > He has a couple of hours still and he knows the Church of the Holy > > Redeemer on Hawkins Street is only three blocks away. > > > >> He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But > >> what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the > >> beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. > >> > >> He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that. > > "What have you gotten into?" he asks quietly, "and how can I help?" > He muses. He'll probably have the bar call a cab for him so he > doesn't use his comm, then have it wait at the church while he goes > in... If she's not been followed, he could probably get her to the > port and aboard the Mae Lee... > > He drinks the beer, but he doesn't guzzle it. Doesn't want a buzz > going if he's got to be thinking... > > He watches the vid if its on... No vid on in this bar. There is music coming from a jukebox and a few couples are dancing, but most people are in groups talking. There is a lot of loud talk and laughter here...servicemen and women unwinding...but the feel of the place is good. Woof watches the servers interacting with the patrons and thinks to himself that they *know* what they are doing. There is an art of managing people in a bar and it looks like they have it here, doesn't expect any nastyness or trouble to break out here. He can sit back and relax, think, for a while before deciding what to do. Eris AKU GM
>He can sit back and relax, think, for a while before >deciding what to do. BTW, what is the temperature outside? Woof's thinking. Let me know when it would be good to go to midnight mass... And maybe I'll do something more. Woof
Greg wrote: > > He can sit back and relax, think, for a while before deciding what > > to do. > > > BTW, what is the temperature outside? Woof's thinking. Upper 60's...say 20, 21 c. > Let me know when it would be good to go to midnight mass... > > And maybe I'll do something more. ...time passes...more time passes...waitress brings you another Parker's...more time passes...it's 2340. It will take you 5 minutes to get to the church by cab, 15 to walk... Eris AKU GM
