As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Eris Akus Moby

On Saturday 26 April 2008 12:39:05 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

Bart jumps down from his perch and heads over to the vent to see what has everyone running in and out the cargo bay.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Eris Akus Moby

As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.

Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.

Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.

Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.

Lord Percy's head peeks around the door and looks out at Paris in the commons area, "Uh, would you mind if I had my breakfast in my cabin this morning?"

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Eris Akus Moby

Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.

Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.

Lord Percy's head peeks around the door and looks out at Paris in the commons area, "Uh, would you mind if I had my breakfast in my cabin this morning?"

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

Eris Akus Moby

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him. "You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"

On Sunday 27 April 2008 09:04:01 am Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him. "You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"

"He'll be eating in his room." he says shoving her pistol into her hand as he charges past.

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

Earl F Hampton (Player) wrote:

On Sunday 27 April 2008 09:04:01 am Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him.

"You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"

"He'll be eating in his room." he says shoving her pistol into her hand as he charges past.

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two.

"No, wait!" Percy starts to say.

Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall.

As Percy goes flying he calls out, "Nooooo!"

Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

From inside the cabin there is a high pitched scream!

Eris Akus Moby

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two.

"No, wait!" Percy starts to say.

Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall.

As Percy goes flying he calls out, "Nooooo!"

Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

From inside the cabin there is a high pitched scream!

On top of him, Paris 'accidentally' placed her elbow at the base Percy's skull. "What have you done?" she hissed at him.

Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two.

"No, wait!" Percy starts to say.

Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall.

As Percy goes flying he calls out, "Nooooo!"

Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

From inside the cabin there is a high pitched scream!

On top of him, Paris 'accidentally' placed her elbow at the base Percy's skull. "What have you done?" she hissed at him.

"Tried to help somebody." Percy says, "Don't let him hurt her!"

Eris Akus Moby

Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

From inside the cabin there is a high pitched scream!

On top of him, Paris 'accidentally' placed her elbow at the base Percy's skull. "What have you done?" she hissed at him.

"Tried to help somebody." Percy says, "Don't let him hurt her!"

"You best pray," Paris hissed at him, "that I don't hurt you permanently, because if she's a local, you may just have helped us into the Impound yard."

...and Bart yelled...

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him. "You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"

"He'll be eating in his room." he says shoving her pistol into her hand as he charges past.

The pistol disappeared into the waistband of Paris' skirt as she steped forward, an easy slide to her heel'd feet as she followed Bart, a neutral look on her face...

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

Paris dived at Percy, her knee coming up to catch him in the back of his, intent on landing with her body atop his and interposing herself between him and anything that Bart might be bringing down...

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.

Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.

Lord Percy's head peeks around the door and looks out at Paris in the commons area, "Uh, would you mind if I had my breakfast in my cabin this morning?"

Paris looked up, her neutral smile directed warmly towards the noble.

Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

"I wouldn't mind, no," she replied. "is there any particular reason..." She frowned as the rather heavily armed Bart charged onto the deck...