> > "Ready for dinner, now?" Jac asks glancing at his wrist cron. > "Absolutely," She says, slipping her arm through his again and > smiling up at him, "I'd even be willing to wager you have 'just the > place' in mind." "Well, I *did* have something in mind." he smiles, "Shall we?" Jac escorts Mira away from the building an toward a waiting cab. After handing her inside the cab, Jac joins her and says to the cabbie, "Do you know Cervanteze Street in the Old City...Cervanteze and Paris?" "Sure thing, Gov!" the cabbie nods and turns back and the cab pulls out, pushing the couple back into their seats. Jac says with a smile, "We're heading back to a spot about 3 blocks from where we started this morning." Eris AKU GM
>Jac says with a smile, "We're heading back to a spot about 3 blocks from >where we started this morning." "I've always liked circles," Mira says with a serene smile, "There is something very complete about them without the complications of beginnings and endings." Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > Jac says with a smile, "We're heading back to a spot about 3 blocks > > from where we started this morning." > > "I've always liked circles," Mira says with a serene smile, "There is > something very complete about them without the complications of > beginnings and endings." "We think alike, then." Jac says looping Mira's arm through his and patting her hand. "Carlissimo's is a small restaurant, more of a cafe really, but they have very good food and an...um, interesting atmosphere." Jac says giving Mira a smile. Eris AKU GM
> > "I've always liked circles," Mira says with a serene smile, "There is > > something very complete about them without the complications of > > beginnings and endings." > >"We think alike, then." Jac says looping Mira's arm through his and >patting her hand. > >"Carlissimo's is a small restaurant, more of a cafe really, but they >have very good food and an...um, interesting atmosphere." Jac says >giving Mira a smile. "I haven't been disappointed yet," She replies agreeably, "'More of a cafe' would be about the perfect setting for both my mood and my dress and 'interesting' sounds a lot better than 'typical' or 'trendy' or even 'stuffy'." She winks up at him, adding, "But somehow, I don't think you go there unless circumstance makes it appropriate." Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > >> "I've always liked circles," Mira says with a serene smile, > >> "There is something very complete about them without the > >> complications of beginnings and endings." > > > > "We think alike, then." Jac says looping Mira's arm through his and > > patting her hand. > > > > "Carlissimo's is a small restaurant, more of a cafe really, but > > they have very good food and an...um, interesting atmosphere." Jac > > says giving Mira a smile. > > "I haven't been disappointed yet," She replies agreeably, "'More of a > cafe' would be about the perfect setting for both my mood and my > dress and 'interesting' sounds a lot better than 'typical' or > 'trendy' or even 'stuffy'." > > She winks up at him, adding, "But somehow, I don't think you go there > unless circumstance makes it appropriate." Jac laughs, "I drop by Carlissimo's every once in a while when I'm on Mark. You'll see why when we get there." The ride takes about 20 minutes as you have to circle back around the Starport and then cross the greenbelt back into the city. The cab takes you into the old part of the city again. It slows to a crawl as it moves through narrow streets crowded with pedestrians. The people on the streets are mostly young, college aged students, many wearing black ankle length gowns. Others are dressed in casual clothing, like jeans and shirts, and carrying these gowns folded over their arms. "There are several colleges right around here." Jac says, "It looks like the evening classes are just letting out." Eris AKU GM
>Jac laughs, "I drop by Carlissimo's every once in a while when I'm on >Mark. You'll see why when we get there." > >The ride takes about 20 minutes as you have to circle back around the >Starport and then cross the greenbelt back into the city. The cab takes >you into the old part of the city again. It slows to a crawl as it moves >through narrow streets crowded with pedestrians. The people on the >streets are mostly young, college aged students, many wearing black >ankle length gowns. Others are dressed in casual clothing, like jeans >and shirts, and carrying these gowns folded over their arms. > >"There are several colleges right around here." Jac says, "It looks like >the evening classes are just letting out." "They get younger all the time, don't they?" Mira asks with a grin, "Looks like they are planning a night of it." Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > "There are several colleges right around here." Jac says, "It looks > > like the evening classes are just letting out." > > "They get younger all the time, don't they?" Mira asks with a grin, > "Looks like they are planning a night of it." Jac laughs, "Yes. Yes to both comments. I suspect we'll run into a few of them where we're going, too." The cab stops at a corner and let's Jac and Mira out. Jac leans in and pays the cabbie. While he is leaning in, Mira looks around and sees they are still among the college age pedestrians. The storefronts along this street are mostly two and three stories, and those that aren't rooms for rent appear to be a mixture of small bookstores, consignment shops, cafes and taverns. Most of the stores are still open. "This way." Jac says taking Mira's arm. Jac leads her down the street to a opening between a used bookstore and another store. A narrow flight of stairs wooden rises up from the pavement. Jac starts up the stairs. There is no sign or other indication as to what is up the stairs. A group of four young people start up the stairs behind Mira and Jac. At the top of the stairs there is a small landing inset to the left. Off the landing there is a door with the number 2 on it and another wooden stair leading up to the third floor. Jac continues on up the stairs. On the third floor there is an unmarked door which Jac opens, and holds open for Mira. Looking inside, Mira sees a large room cris crossed with wooden beams. This is clearly the attic of this building. However, the attic has been turned into a restaurant...no more of a dining hall. There are several rows of long wooden tables with wooden benches on either side. People, young and old are seated at the tables eating and talking. She can see that some servers are bringing out large platters of food and setting them on the tables while others are removing empty platters and taking them back to what must be the kitchens on the far side of the room. Also at the far end of the room there is a low wooden platform where a live band is playing. No, looking and listening again, Mira finds that is is a string quartet playing something classical. Jac follows Mira in and says, "We pay for our meals before we eat." He points to the right, "The coatroom and restrooms are there if you need to freshen up. I'll pay for our meals here." Eris AKU GM
>At the top of the stairs there is a small landing inset to the left. Off >the landing there is a door with the number 2 on it and another wooden >stair leading up to the third floor. Jac continues on up the stairs. On >the third floor there is an unmarked door which Jac opens, and holds >open for Mira. Mira steps inside, flashing a smile up at Jac as she moves past him, "Thank you, m'lord." >Looking inside, Mira sees a large room cris crossed with wooden beams. >This is clearly the attic of this building. However, the attic has been >turned into a restaurant...no more of a dining hall. How curious. Her eyes wander everywhere, bright and curious. >There are several rows of long wooden tables with wooden benches on >either side. People, young and old are seated at the tables eating and >talking. She can see that some servers are bringing out large platters >of food and setting them on the tables while others are removing empty >platters and taking them back to what must be the kitchens on the far >side of the room. > >Also at the far end of the room there is a low wooden platform where a >live band is playing. No, looking and listening again, Mira finds that >is is a string quartet playing something classical. She listens for a moment, judging their skill. Very pleasant. >Jac follows Mira in and says, "We pay for our meals before we eat." > >He points to the right, "The coatroom and restrooms are there if you >need to freshen up. I'll pay for our meals here." Mira smiles over slightly widened eyes, her hand flying to her hair. Windblown was probably the nicest thing anyone could say about her curly hair after their flying. "Thank you, I think I'll take advantage of that," She says, taking advantage of the offered escape. Of course, it occurs to her its also a smooth way to avoid her arguing that she should pay or something. She disappears into the restroom, judging the temperature of the restaurant. Was it warm enough to shed her sweater and drape it over her shoulders or even leave it in the coat room? She washes her face, with cool refreshing water and tends her makeup with carefully stowed compacts in her medical bag. She loosens the fastener in her hair and runs a brush through her curls, then rubs some controlling gel into her palms and applies it with practiced hands, defining and controlling the curl without sacrificing the soft loose style. She freshens her lipstick last, leaving her lips a soft glistening rose pink. She steps out and scans for sign of Jac. Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > Jac follows Mira in and says, "We pay for our meals before we eat." > > > > He points to the right, "The coatroom and restrooms are there if > > you need to freshen up. I'll pay for our meals here." > > Mira smiles over slightly widened eyes, her hand flying to her hair. > Windblown was probably the nicest thing anyone could say about her > curly hair after their flying. > > "Thank you, I think I'll take advantage of that," She says, taking > advantage of the offered escape. Of course, it occurs to her its also > a smooth way to avoid her arguing that she should pay or something. > > She disappears into the restroom, judging the temperature of the > restaurant. Was it warm enough to shed her sweater and drape it over > her shoulders or even leave it in the coat room? The room is warm. Mira will want to remove her sweater. The coatroom is just a room with pegs on the walls. There are gowns, coats, even backpacks and bookbags hanging from the pegs. There doesn't appear to be any sort of security for the room. The men's and women's restrooms are on the other side of the corridor from the coatroom. There are several young women in the restroom chatting when Mira comes in. They glance her way and go back to their conversations. From the snatches Mira picks up as she stands in front of a mirror fixing her hair the others are students talking about the things that students talk about...classes, men, music, men. Stepping back into the corridor, Mira sees that Jac is waiting for her near the entrance. She sees a counter behind him, presumably where he paid for their dinners. "I didn't mean you *needed* to do anything Mira." Jac says as she approaches, "You looked great before...ur, not that you don't look great now." Eris AKU GM > She washes her face, with cool refreshing water and tends her makeup > with carefully stowed compacts in her medical bag. She loosens the > fastener in her hair and runs a brush through her curls, then rubs > some controlling gel into her palms and applies it with practiced > hands, defining and controlling the curl without sacrificing the soft > loose style. She freshens her lipstick last, leaving her lips a soft > glistening rose pink. > > She steps out and scans for sign of Jac. > > Mira >
>The room is warm. Mira will want to remove her sweater. The coatroom is >just a room with pegs on the walls. There are gowns, coats, even >backpacks and bookbags hanging from the pegs. There doesn't appear to be >any sort of security for the room. She hangs her sweater on the peg. She keeps her bag with her, of course. >The men's and women's restrooms are on the other side of the corridor >from the coatroom. > >There are several young women in the restroom chatting when Mira comes >in. They glance her way and go back to their conversations. From the >snatches Mira picks up as she stands in front of a mirror fixing her >hair the others are students talking about the things that students talk >about...classes, men, music, men. > >Stepping back into the corridor, Mira sees that Jac is waiting for her >near the entrance. She sees a counter behind him, presumably where he >paid for their dinners. > >"I didn't mean you *needed* to do anything Mira." Jac says as she >approaches, "You looked great before...ur, not that you don't look great >now." She laughs, "It felt good to splash water on my face and I think its always better to leave a little viewing room around my mane of hair. But thank you. I like being told I look great by handsome, charming men." She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?" Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > The room is warm. Mira will want to remove her sweater. The > > coatroom is just a room with pegs on the walls. There are gowns, > > coats, even backpacks and bookbags hanging from the pegs. There > > doesn't appear to be any sort of security for the room. > > > She hangs her sweater on the peg. She keeps her bag with her, of > course. > > > The men's and women's restrooms are on the other side of the > > corridor > > > from the coatroom. > > > There are several young women in the restroom chatting when Mira > > comes in. They glance her way and go back to their conversations. > > From the snatches Mira picks up as she stands in front of a mirror > > fixing her hair the others are students talking about the things > > that students talk about...classes, men, music, men. > > > > Stepping back into the corridor, Mira sees that Jac is waiting for > > her near the entrance. She sees a counter behind him, presumably > > where he paid for their dinners. > > > > "I didn't mean you *needed* to do anything Mira." Jac says as she > > approaches, "You looked great before...ur, not that you don't look > > great now." > > She laughs, "It felt good to splash water on my face and I think its > always better to leave a little viewing room around my mane of hair. > But thank you. I like being told I look great by handsome, charming > men." Jac grins, "The pleasure is all mine." > She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?" "Yes, let's." Jac says. He turns and scans the tables and point up toward the platform, "There are a pair of empty places up there. We should be close enough so we can hear when the poetry begins." Jac leads the way. He waves at someone on the other side of the room and pauses on the way to shake the hand of a gray haired man. "Ur...ah! Young Woodbridge, isn't it?" the man says after peering up at Jac for a moment. "Yes, that is correct." Jac nods smiling, "Professor Scott, may I introduce Sianna Mira Hasta-Rur, MD." The older man hitches around in his chair and smiles up at Mira, "Yes you may! My pleasure, my dear." After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at the table. They have a good view of the platform where the string quartet is just packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. A young woman with a guitar is waiting just off the stage for her turn. On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family style" where each diner can help themselves from the platters. There are several kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. Baskets of rolls with tubs of butter are laid out between the platters of food. Large pitchers of beverage are on the tables as well. Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled with beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear ones are ice water." Eris AKU GM
> > She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?" > >"Yes, let's." Jac says. He turns and scans the tables and point up >toward the platform, "There are a pair of empty places up there. We >should be close enough so we can hear when the poetry begins." > >Jac leads the way. He waves at someone on the other side of the room and >pauses on the way to shake the hand of a gray haired man. > >"Ur...ah! Young Woodbridge, isn't it?" the man says after peering up at >Jac for a moment. > >"Yes, that is correct." Jac nods smiling, "Professor Scott, may I >introduce Sianna Mira Hasta-Rur, MD." > >The older man hitches around in his chair and smiles up at Mira, "Yes >you may! My pleasure, my dear." "And mine. Have you known," she glances mischievously at Jac, "Young Woodbridge long?" >After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at the table. >They have a good view of the platform where the string quartet is just >packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. A young woman with a >guitar is waiting just off the stage for her turn. > >On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family style" where >each diner can help themselves from the platters. There are several >kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. Baskets of rolls with tubs >of butter are laid out between the platters of food. Large pitchers of >beverage are on the tables as well. > >Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled with >beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear ones are ice water." "Thanks. I was going to ask." If she has multiple glasses, she pours one from the white pitcher and one from the clear. If she only has one glass, she pours from only the white pitcher. She helps herself to more vegetables than meat, but still sampling each of the meats, and topping with a single roll that she guiltily slathers with a decadent amount of butter. "Did you say poetry, Jac?" Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > >> She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?" > > > > "Yes, let's." Jac says. He turns and scans the tables and point up > > toward the platform, "There are a pair of empty places up there. We > > should be close enough so we can hear when the poetry begins." > > > > Jac leads the way. He waves at someone on the other side of the > > room and pauses on the way to shake the hand of a gray haired man. > > > > "Ur...ah! Young Woodbridge, isn't it?" the man says after peering > > up at Jac for a moment. > > > > "Yes, that is correct." Jac nods smiling, "Professor Scott, may I > > introduce Sianna Mira Hasta-Rur, MD." > > > > The older man hitches around in his chair and smiles up at Mira, > > "Yes you may! My pleasure, my dear." > > "And mine. Have you known," she glances mischievously at Jac, "Young > Woodbridge long?" "Oh my, yes!" the Professor says with a chuckle, "I was his adviser at college, um..." As the pauses to think, Jac breaks in smiling, "A few years ago, but I've picked Professor Scott's brain as part of my job at the Ministry. He holds the Seau Chair of Economics, you see." "And young Lord Ja'Carter *should* be a full professor by now himself." Professor Scott says, "If he would have settled down to his studies instead of continually getting involved in...in, things." > > After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at the > > table. They have a good view of the platform where the string > > quartet is just packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. > > A young woman with a guitar is waiting just off the stage for her > > turn. > > > > On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family style" > > where each diner can help themselves from the platters. There are > > several kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. Baskets of > > rolls with tubs of butter are laid out between the platters of > > food. Large pitchers of beverage are on the tables as well. > > > > Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled > > with beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear ones > > are ice water." > > "Thanks. I was going to ask." > > If she has multiple glasses, she pours one from the white pitcher and > one from the clear. If she only has one glass, she pours from only > the white pitcher. There is a water glass and a larger mug next to your plate. > She helps herself to more vegetables than meat, but still sampling > each of the meats, and topping with a single roll that she guiltily > slathers with a decadent amount of butter. The food is ample, probably not as good as the expensive restaurant you ate at at lunch, but the vegetables aren't overcooked, and the pieces of meat aren't greasy. Jac leans over and says with a slight frown, "I'm sorry there isn't any pasta on the table tonight. Carlissimo's pasta primi vera is very, very good. It's *one* of the reasons I like to drop in every so often." > "Did you say poetry, Jac?" "Um, um." Jac nods as he chews a piece of roll and nods toward the stage where the young woman is strumming her guitar and singing in a soft soprano. "The performers are all students, or other young folks...an eccletic group. You can get anything from string quartets to jazz bands with folk singers like this young lady and poets in between." He stops and turns toward the performer and listens for a few seconds. "I would have given you my heart. But you've torn it all apart...." "That's the ballad of Rose Lucci, an old classic.", turning back to Mira he says, "She's not bad, but she's too soft." "When it comes to being lucky, it's bad, When it comes to me loving, it's worse..." "Well, she's not bad enough to be rolled, anyway." Jac says with a grin. Eris AKU GM
>"Oh my, yes!" the Professor says with a chuckle, "I was his adviser at >college, um..." > >As the pauses to think, Jac breaks in smiling, "A few years ago, but >I've picked Professor Scott's brain as part of my job at the Ministry. >He holds the Seau Chair of Economics, you see." Mira chuckles softly. Men weren't usually the ones sensitive about their age. >"And young Lord Ja'Carter *should* be a full professor by now himself." >Professor Scott says, "If he would have settled down to his studies >instead of continually getting involved in...in, things." "But getting involved in 'things' is fun!" Mira says cheerfully, "There is time for books later." > > > After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at the > > > table. They have a good view of the platform where the string > > > quartet is just packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. > > > A young woman with a guitar is waiting just off the stage for her > > > turn. > > > > > > On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family style" > > > where each diner can help themselves from the platters. There are > > > several kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. Baskets of > > > rolls with tubs of butter are laid out between the platters of > > > food. Large pitchers of beverage are on the tables as well. > > > > > > Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled > > > with beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear ones > > > are ice water." > > > > "Thanks. I was going to ask." > > > > If she has multiple glasses, she pours one from the white pitcher and > > one from the clear. If she only has one glass, she pours from only > > the white pitcher. > >There is a water glass and a larger mug next to your plate. > > > She helps herself to more vegetables than meat, but still sampling > > each of the meats, and topping with a single roll that she guiltily > > slathers with a decadent amount of butter. > >The food is ample, probably not as good as the expensive restaurant you >ate at at lunch, but the vegetables aren't overcooked, and the pieces of >meat aren't greasy. > >Jac leans over and says with a slight frown, "I'm sorry there isn't any >pasta on the table tonight. Carlissimo's pasta primi vera is very, very >good. It's *one* of the reasons I like to drop in every so often." Mira shrugs, "We'll just have to come again so you can show me. I like meat and vegetables," she winks, "And butter." > > "Did you say poetry, Jac?" > >"Um, um." Jac nods as he chews a piece of roll and nods toward the stage >where the young woman is strumming her guitar and singing in a soft soprano. > >"The performers are all students, or other young folks...an eccletic >group. You can get anything from string quartets to jazz bands with folk >singers like this young lady and poets in between." > >He stops and turns toward the performer and listens for a few seconds. > >"I would have given you my heart. >But you've torn it all apart...." Mira tilts her head, listening, too. >"That's the ballad of Rose Lucci, an old classic.", turning back to Mira >he says, "She's not bad, but she's too soft." Mira nods, agreeing. >"When it comes to being lucky, it's bad, >When it comes to me loving, it's worse..." > >"Well, she's not bad enough to be rolled, anyway." Jac says with a grin. "Rolled?" After he answers, "Is there some method to how they know who's up next? Is it pre-arranged?" Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > "Oh my, yes!" the Professor says with a chuckle, "I was his > > adviser at college, um..." > > > > As the pauses to think, Jac breaks in smiling, "A few years ago, > > but I've picked Professor Scott's brain as part of my job at the > > Ministry. He holds the Seau Chair of Economics, you see." > > > Mira chuckles softly. Men weren't usually the ones sensitive about > their age. > > > "And young Lord Ja'Carter *should* be a full professor by now > > himself." Professor Scott says, "If he would have settled down to > > his studies instead of continually getting involved in...in, > > things." > > > "But getting involved in 'things' is fun!" Mira says cheerfully, > "There is time for books later." > > >>> After a short conversation, Jac and Mira take their seats at > >>> the table. They have a good view of the platform where the > >>> string quartet is just packing up their instruments and leaving > >>> the stage. A young woman with a guitar is waiting just off the > >>> stage for her turn. > >>> > >>> On the table Mira sees that the food is spread out "family > >>> style" where each diner can help themselves from the platters. > >>> There are several kinds of meat and vegetables on the platters. > >>> Baskets of rolls with tubs of butter are laid out between the > >>> platters of food. Large pitchers of beverage are on the tables > >>> as well. > >>> > >>> Jac leans over to Mira and says, "The white pitchers are filled > >>> with beer and the green ones are filled with tea. The clear > >>> ones are ice water." > >> > >> "Thanks. I was going to ask." > >> > >> If she has multiple glasses, she pours one from the white pitcher > >> and one from the clear. If she only has one glass, she pours from > >> only the white pitcher. > > > > There is a water glass and a larger mug next to your plate. > > > >> She helps herself to more vegetables than meat, but still > >> sampling each of the meats, and topping with a single roll that > >> she guiltily slathers with a decadent amount of butter. > > > > The food is ample, probably not as good as the expensive restaurant > > you ate at at lunch, but the vegetables aren't overcooked, and the > > pieces of meat aren't greasy. > > > > Jac leans over and says with a slight frown, "I'm sorry there isn't > > any pasta on the table tonight. Carlissimo's pasta primi vera is > > very, very good. It's *one* of the reasons I like to drop in every > > so often." > > > Mira shrugs, "We'll just have to come again so you can show me. I > like meat and vegetables," she winks, "And butter." > > >> "Did you say poetry, Jac?" > > > > "Um, um." Jac nods as he chews a piece of roll and nods toward the > > stage where the young woman is strumming her guitar and singing in > > a soft soprano. > > > > "The performers are all students, or other young folks...an > > eccletic group. You can get anything from string quartets to jazz > > bands with folk singers like this young lady and poets in between." > > > > > > He stops and turns toward the performer and listens for a few > > seconds. > > > > "I would have given you my heart. But you've torn it all apart...." > > > > > Mira tilts her head, listening, too. > > > "That's the ballad of Rose Lucci, an old classic.", turning back to > > Mira he says, "She's not bad, but she's too soft." > > > Mira nods, agreeing. > > > "When it comes to being lucky, it's bad, When it comes to me > > loving, it's worse..." > > > > "Well, she's not bad enough to be rolled, anyway." Jac says with a > > grin. > > "Rolled?" "Well, they might not do it any more, but when I was a student...low those many years ago." he grins hefting one of the rolls, "If the act was *really* bad, the diners would pelt them with these." The young man across from Jac laughs and says, "We still do." he points to large push brooms on one side of the stage leaning against a large basket, "We just rolled a comedian off the stage about 20 minutes ago." > After he answers, "Is there some method to how they know who's up > next? Is it pre-arranged?" The girl next to the young man that just spoke says, "It's not pre-arranged. Anyone that wants to perform can go sign the sheet and take their turn." "I think." she looks at her companion who nods. "That's right." Jac nods then adds with a grin, "Why? Are you thinking about tossing your hat into the ring?" Eris AKU GM
> > "Rolled?" > >"Well, they might not do it any more, but when I was a student...low >those many years ago." he grins hefting one of the rolls, "If the act >was *really* bad, the diners would pelt them with these." > >The young man across from Jac laughs and says, "We still do." he points >to large push brooms on one side of the stage leaning against a large >basket, "We just rolled a comedian off the stage about 20 minutes ago." > > > After he answers, "Is there some method to how they know who's up > > next? Is it pre-arranged?" > >The girl next to the young man that just spoke says, "It's not >pre-arranged. Anyone that wants to perform can go sign the sheet and >take their turn." > >"I think." she looks at her companion who nods. > >"That's right." Jac nods then adds with a grin, "Why? Are you thinking >about tossing your hat into the ring?" Mira grins, "Moi? Are you kidding?" Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: >>> After he answers, "Is there some method to how they know who's up >>> next? Is it pre-arranged?" >> >>The girl next to the young man that just spoke says, "It's not >>pre-arranged. Anyone that wants to perform can go sign the sheet and >>take their turn." >> >>"I think." she looks at her companion who nods. >> >>"That's right." Jac nods then adds with a grin, "Why? Are you thinking >>about tossing your hat into the ring?" > > Mira grins, "Moi? Are you kidding?" Jac grins back and says, "It's all in good fun, and I've heard the others talking about what a nice voice you have..." Jac hurriedly adds, as if he knows Mira is about to scold him, "...but I didn't bring you here to perform. I brought you here to enjoy the evening. You said to take you places you wouldn't normally go as a tourist, and I can't imagine a tourist coming to Carlissimo's on Roll Night." Eris AKU GM
> > Mira grins, "Moi? Are you kidding?" > >Jac grins back and says, "It's all in good fun, and I've heard >the others talking about what a nice voice you have..." > >Jac hurriedly adds, as if he knows Mira is about to scold him, >"...but I didn't bring you here to perform. I brought you here to >enjoy the evening. You said to take you places you wouldn't >normally go as a tourist, and I can't imagine a tourist coming to >Carlissimo's on Roll Night." "No, its wonderful. I'll try not critique the singers too harshly. Not that I'm any great shakes, but I did grow up sort of around a famous singer, so I know the ropes a little." Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > >> Mira grins, "Moi? Are you kidding?" > > > > Jac grins back and says, "It's all in good fun, and I've heard the > > others talking about what a nice voice you have..." > > > > Jac hurriedly adds, as if he knows Mira is about to scold him, > > "...but I didn't bring you here to perform. I brought you here to > > enjoy the evening. You said to take you places you wouldn't > > normally go as a tourist, and I can't imagine a tourist coming to > > Carlissimo's on Roll Night." > > "No, its wonderful. I'll try not critique the singers too harshly. > Not that I'm any great shakes, but I did grow up sort of around a > famous singer, so I know the ropes a little." As Mira and Jac talk, the folk singer finishes her song to a smattering of applause from a group of young women sitting at one of the tables...probably her friends...and is replaced by a pair of men. The two young men begin to speak, it is some sort of chant, or epic poem, with the men alternating in their speech. It appears they are telling a folk tale about a brave warrior who faces a giant sea serpent that is threatening his village. Mira can't understand all of the words, and some of the stanzas seem to rhyme and some don't...like the words just aren't the *right* words to go with that tale. Eris AKU GM
> > "No, its wonderful. I'll try not critique the singers too harshly. > > Not that I'm any great shakes, but I did grow up sort of around a > > famous singer, so I know the ropes a little." > >As Mira and Jac talk, the folk singer finishes her song to a smattering >of applause from a group of young women sitting at one of the >tables...probably her friends...and is replaced by a pair of men. The >two young men begin to speak, it is some sort of chant, or epic poem, >with the men alternating in their speech. It appears they are telling a >folk tale about a brave warrior who faces a giant sea serpent that is >threatening his village. Mira can't understand all of the words, and >some of the stanzas seem to rhyme and some don't...like the words just >aren't the *right* words to go with that tale. She tilts her head, frowning slightly. She looks at Jac to see his expression before turning her attention back to the food. She wonders if it is a translation from another language, one that translated poorly. Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > >> "No, its wonderful. I'll try not critique the singers too > >> harshly. Not that I'm any great shakes, but I did grow up sort of > >> around a famous singer, so I know the ropes a little." > > > > As Mira and Jac talk, the folk singer finishes her song to a > > smattering of applause from a group of young women sitting at one > > of the tables...probably her friends...and is replaced by a pair of > > men. The two young men begin to speak, it is some sort of chant, or > > epic poem, with the men alternating in their speech. It appears > > they are telling a folk tale about a brave warrior who faces a > > giant sea serpent that is threatening his village. Mira can't > > understand all of the words, and some of the stanzas seem to rhyme > > and some don't...like the words just aren't the *right* words to go > > with that tale. > > She tilts her head, frowning slightly. She looks at Jac to see his > expression before turning her attention back to the food. She wonders > if it is a translation from another language, one that translated > poorly. Jac shakes his head, "I'm not sure what this is." The young woman across the table leans in and whispers, "It's a vargr poem from Sequi. Onc is speaking the words and the other is translating the scents and body language into words..." she stops and listens. Jac raises his eyebrows and says to Mira, "That makes sense, I guess, but I've never heard anyone try to do this before." "Are they any good?" Jac asks the others sounding like he doesn't think so. The girl whispers to her companion, "They aren't very good are they?" He shakes his head and grins, "Nope, six to four they'll be rolled off the stage." Eris AKU GM
>Jac shakes his head, "I'm not sure what this is." > >The young woman across the table leans in and whispers, "It's a vargr >poem from Sequi. Onc is speaking the words and the other is translating >the scents and body language into words..." she stops and listens. > >Jac raises his eyebrows and says to Mira, "That makes sense, I guess, >but I've never heard anyone try to do this before." Mira nods, "Me either. We'll have to ask Woof about it." >"Are they any good?" Jac asks the others sounding like he doesn't think so. > >The girl whispers to her companion, "They aren't very good are they?" > >He shakes his head and grins, "Nope, six to four they'll be rolled off >the stage." Mira grabs a second roll before she loses her chance and starts slathering butter on it. All the better to watch the fun with. She gives Jac a guilty smile, realizing she'd enjoy this if they were. Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > Jac shakes his head, "I'm not sure what this is." > > > > The young woman across the table leans in and whispers, "It's a > > vargr poem from Sequi. Onc is speaking the words and the other is > > translating the scents and body language into words..." she stops > > and listens. > > > > Jac raises his eyebrows and says to Mira, "That makes sense, I > > guess, but I've never heard anyone try to do this before." > > Mira nods, "Me either. We'll have to ask Woof about it." > > > "Are they any good?" Jac asks the others sounding like he doesn't > > think so. > > > > The girl whispers to her companion, "They aren't very good are > > they?" > > > > He shakes his head and grins, "Nope, six to four they'll be rolled > > off the stage." > > Mira grabs a second roll before she loses her chance and starts > slathering butter on it. All the better to watch the fun with. She > gives Jac a guilty smile, realizing she'd enjoy this if they were. There is some tittering around the room, a rustle of voices, that Mira picks up. Glancing at the two men on the stage she see that they notice it too. One of the men's voice breaks, and when it does the crowd pounces. A hail of rolls flies toward the stage with shouts of laughter. Jac grins and grabs a roll tossing it in an arc toward the stage as do most of the people seated around Mira. The two men fend off the rolls laughing. One of them bats at the rolls with his guitar as the pair run off the stage and back around the corner to general cheers and shouts of laughter. After the performers leave, three people come out and sweep the rolls up shoveling them into large wicker baskets. Only after the rolls have been removed does the next act come forward. It is a pair of young men, college aged, carrying what look like bowling pins. The begin to juggle them. Jac still chuckling leans over and says, "Oh, my! These two are just asking for it!" However, the pair of jugglers are actually very good and soon there is a smattering of applause from the eaters. Someone near the stage says something to one of the jugglers who nods and deftly catches first one, then two and three, rolls tossed to him and includes the rolls in the juggling. This draws even more applause. Now the applause is rhythmic and in time with the jugglers and the music, now coming from somewhere. By the time the pair finish their act the crowd is clapping and stomping their feet in time and end with a rousing cheer. After this act finishes, the stage stays empty for a while, as the crowd slowly quiets down. Many of the eaters finish and leave and are replaced by new arrivals. To Mira, it's almost as if a "ringer" act was included in the rotation to finish up a "shift"...but no one here seems to notice that. Eris AKU GM
>After this act finishes, the stage stays empty for a while, as the crowd >slowly quiets down. Many of the eaters finish and leave and are replaced >by new arrivals. To Mira, it's almost as if a "ringer" act was included >in the rotation to finish up a "shift"...but no one here seems to notice >that. Mira grins, "This place is great. Any clue what's up next?" She pushes her plate away. She's had enough unless something sweet wanders its way in front of her. Mira
Mira Hasta-Rur wrote: > > After this act finishes, the stage stays empty for a while, as the > > crowd slowly quiets down. Many of the eaters finish and leave and > > are replaced by new arrivals. To Mira, it's almost as if a "ringer" > > act was included in the rotation to finish up a "shift"...but no > > one here seems to notice that. > > Mira grins, "This place is great. Any clue what's up next?" > > She pushes her plate away. She's had enough unless something sweet > wanders its way in front of her. Jac laughs, "More of the same." he glances at his watch and adds, "There will be more amateur acts until midnight and then they'll sweep the stragglers out of the place." "I hate to say it Mira, but I about run out of activities for today." Jac says then thinks for a second. "How would you feel about a quiet stroll in the old city. We can pick up a spolato and a cup of coffee from a sidewalk vendor, walk through Wilson park and, if you are up to it, maybe stop in a the Cathedral of the Holy Redeemer to listen to the pipe organ there." "What do you think?" he asks. Eris AKU GM
>Jac laughs, "More of the same." he glances at his watch and adds, "There >will be more amateur acts until midnight and then they'll sweep the >stragglers out of the place." > >"I hate to say it Mira, but I about run out of activities for today." >Jac says then thinks for a second. > >"How would you feel about a quiet stroll in the old city. We can pick up >a spolato and a cup of coffee from a sidewalk vendor, walk through >Wilson park and, if you are up to it, maybe stop in a the Cathedral of >the Holy Redeemer to listen to the pipe organ there." > >"What do you think?" he asks. "That sounds very pleasant," Mira replies softly, "I'm enjoying this glimpse of things you enjoy." She gets an impish smile again, washing away the more serious expression of the moment before, "Especially since I've enjoyed every one of them." Mira
