Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...   Posted by Shan Yu.Group: 0
Shan Yu
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Wed 12 May 2010
at 06:14
Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...


Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...

Located in the Kalidasa System, orbiting the star known as the Black Tortoise, or Xuan Wu, Beaumonde is somewhat of an anomaly.  The planets and moons of this system, along with those of the Blue Sun system, are commonly referred to as “The Rim”.  Such a title conjures images of the most backward, least civilized of worlds, rife with crime and totally contemptuous of the law and societal norms of the great and almighty Union of Allied Planets.  Of course, there are those residents of Beaumonde who would argue that since the planet occupies one of the outermost orbits around the Black Tortoise, it really could be considered a “Border” planet, instead of a Rim planet.  Then again, there are those from the Central planets who would insist that there really isn’t much difference between Border and Rim…they’re both lawless, uncivilized, occasionally smelly, and only good as a place to put the riff-raff of the galaxy so they won’t pollute the purity of the Alliance.

Yet it is Beaumonde that serves as the manufacturing center of the entire ‘Verse.  Everything from bobble-head geisha dolls to paper parasols to pulse-drive nuclear reactors are made there, and the Alliance would be in sorry shape indeed without the planet’s industrial might.  This might is in evidence in almost every city on the planet, so much so that the cities live in a perpetual haze of smog and pollution generated by the countless factory complexes.  Away from the cities and their factories, much of the countryside is still largely pristine, and farms and ranches abound for those who can afford them.  And for a “Rim” planet, there sure seems to be an awful lot of rich people.

One of the few relatively unpolluted cities on the planet is New Dunsmuir, which serves as the capital.  As the hub of government, a special effort has been made to keep out the sprawling industrial factories that abound in the rest of the population centers.  Pollution is much less, the skies are blue, and the city’s location on the coast makes it appear to be a city that would look right at home on any planet of the Core Worlds.



That is, until you look deeper.  Yes, there is a well tended area of the city that houses the governmental offices as well as museums and opera houses and various other hoity-toity monuments to snobbery and culture.  But it is also home to a sprawling, bustling spaceport, and where you have spaceports, you have the usual collection of criminals, prostitutes, bars, casinos, and other various enterprises dedicated to serving (and preying upon) the rather rough and tumble characters that make their livings in the Black.  This is more along the lines of what most “civilized” folk think of when they hear “The Rim”.

Near the docks are countless establishments, large and small, that exist to provide some type of service to the spacefaring visitors.  The streets are usually crowded with people…most on foot, but also on or in every form of conveyance from rickshaw to bicycle to hover car.  It’s always busy here, and the bars, restaurants, and hotels do a booming business.  It’s here that The Brass Pelican Bar and the adjoining Celestial Dragon Hotel can be found.


The Brass Pelican Bar

From the outside, the Brass Pelican Bar is rather unassuming, and is identified by a 3 foot tall brass statue of the namesake bird perched on a ledge above the door.  Entering by the main doors on the south side of the building, it seems a bit cleaner than most bars.  In daytime, with the shades open, the place almost seems more like a cheap restaurant, but come dark with the shades drawn, the semi-gloominess prevalent in most businesses of this type takes over and the inevitable haze of tobacco smoke hanging in the air begins to appear.  The main bar area is about 30 feet wide by 40 feet long, and the ceilings are a bit higher than normal…about 12 feet high.

On the north wall, there are four large vid screens, typical of many of the establishments near the docks that cater to spacefaring folk.  From the front door, it can see that there are placards above each screen...one says "Ships for Sale", another says "Jobs/positions", and a third says "Cargoes Available For Transport".  The first two screens are empty, the third is half full.  There's also a fourth screen that is projecting a live vid feed of a news/info broadwave.

The west wall is empty but for a small stage, and flanking the stage are two smaller, 12 x 12 foot rooms, separated from the main room by beaded curtains, apparently used for small private parties or preferred clients.  The main floor area is dotted with a smattering of mis-matched tables and chairs, all of which have seen better days.  A long bar extends the length of the east wall, with stools packed next to each other for those customers who don’t want a table.  On the wall behind the bar, overlooking the entire room, is a large oil painting of a stunningly beautiful Chinese woman dressed in traditional Chinese entertainer garb.  At the southern end of the bar, a set of double doors open into an adjacent establishment to the east, through which can be glimpsed the tables of a small restaurant.  Above these connecting double doors is a sign, "To the Celestial Dragon Hotel".  On the hotel side of the doorway is a corresponding sign, “To the Brass Pelican Bar".


The Celestial Dragon Hotel

Passing through the door from the Brass Pelican Bar into the hotel, the first area encountered is a very small lobby area at the south end of the building.  Also on the south side is the main entrance to the hotel, and from the outside, the hotel looks a bit grander than it actually is.  The lobby has a few overstuffed chairs around a coffee table, and that's about it.  Just north of the lobby is a larger area with a collection of several small rattan dining tables and chairs, identifying it as the restaurant.  A sideboard near the stairs is usually stocked with coffee, tea, and a selection of pastries for the paying hotel guests.

On the west wall is the reception desk, usually manned by a young woman (Lin is one of these), no doubt one of Mama Fong's countless relatives.  A stairway ascending to the second floor takes up the north wall, along with a hallway leading to the back of the building and the kitchen.  Adorning the walls and ceiling of the first floor restaurant and lobby are Chinese wall murals depicting dragons, clouds, and mythical beasts.  The establishment, though nothing remarkable, is very neat and clean.  There is the muted sound of Chinese music being piped in from somewhere.

There are ten rooms on the second floor, five on each side of a hallway running north and south.  They are numbered 1-10, with even numbers on the west side of the hall and odd numbers on the east side. Room 1 is the northeast-most room, nearest the stairs, and has been given to Captain Yanoro.  The stairway continues upward to the ten rooms on the third floor, and then to the roof.

Like the rest of the hotel, the rooms are nothing remarkable.  They are small, but clean and well maintained.  There is a bed, a small desk, a tiny closet, and a small separate bathroom.

This message was last edited by the GM at 03:19, Thu 17 June 2010.

Stacey Yanoro
 player, 3 posts
 Captain of the Aurora
 Unification War Veteran
Sun 16 May 2010
at 15:23
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Stacey let the dark stained wood of his bedroom door swing closed with a light click, leaving Scout snugly to his own devices. Taking a breath of air fresh with unknown opportunity the (former) captain of Aurora casually turned left along a short landing, his footfalls softened by a thinning green carpet adorned with slender Chinese dragons each entwined in fluid flight.
It would have been nice when it was new.

Paying little heed to such mundane surroundings Stacey trotted down the wide stairs that opened into the hotel's compact lobby. A couple of early risers dotted themselves in bulging lounge chairs and the lithe waitress he had seen each morning at breakfast so far, carefully carried out her regimented duty - the stocking of dry cakes on a breakfast trolley that lingered by the stairs. He spared her a polite smile and moved to a squat table in the corner.

The past few days had been difficult.
So much had changed. Bettencourt and his employment, the ship (his ship), Miranda and the Reavers. The job had ended, the crew dispersing, and not least Mendoza had surprised everyone. That old man....Stacey had uttered a silent prayer for the doctor each time his eyes had been drawn upward to the clouded sky over Beaumonde and 'verse beyond.

Stacey chuckled as he thought of it - religion was not a cause he delved into, but still the shepherd Gregory would have been proud of his recent subconscious prayer. For it had not been just the old doctor to whom he had absently craved divine embrace. Ambrose's injuries had refused to heal and only yesterday had the stubborn veteran and ship's doctor Horace been forced to depart in search of better care for the former XO.

Their departure had followed Freemont and Maxwell on the first day. Stacey wouldn't miss the dark haired engineer's black moods, but he already felt the absence of Aurora's curly meined pilot Maxwell and his light hearted eccentricities. Thinking of the character made Stacey chuckle fondly and he could only guess at how the man planned to communicate with anyone unfamiliar with his thick resonating accent.

Everything had changed...again.

What would come of the materials they had retrieved from Miranda Stacey did not know, though certainly Bettencourt's pleasure had been clear to see. But for Stacey it sufficed that his part in such an enterprise was over. The job had been done (against the odds as he had admitted to Scout one evening) and the ghost of Miranda was behind them for now. What he made of that planet...what they now knew as truth...of the Reavers...it made him shiver to consider. And so for now he pushed the knowledge to the back of his mind, to be replaced by the welcome diversion of mundane life. Often with Cole at his side the Captain had spent the last few days looking for work, for ships, for opportunity.

So it was that Stacey was the first to answer the summons of Lin, and settled into a squat rattan chair by the wall with a creak, waiting for the remainder of Aurora's former crew to arrive.
Cole Jackson
 player, 1 post
Mon 17 May 2010
at 01:07
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Cole finished dressing after Lin had left.  He found it humorous the way the woman acted in his presence.  If it wouldn't cause problems with Mama Fong, he might take advantage of the situation.  But with Mama being their best hope for a ship, he'd rather not upset the old woman.

Putting on his best shirt for the meeting (a simple white button up, just like the last time they had met the woman), Cole finished wiping his face, splashed on a small amount of cologne (women supposedly loved the scent), and put his hat on.  Satisfied he was presentable as he was going to get, Cole strapped on his pistol belt.  He checked his revolver, ensuring a full eight shots.  He check Tinker's pistol, not for a load, but to make sure it was there.  It was a memory of the woman.  And another shooter for if it was needed.  Finally, he placed his knife in its sheath.  Most soldiers didn't carry this much firepower.  Then again, the security "chief" had more.  Walking to his bed, he made sure the new shotgun and his heavy rifle were secured in his new foot locker.  While someone could walk out with the locker, he was not too worried with his reputation in the hotel and the protection he was sure Mama Fong's meeting gave him.

Leaving his room, Cole removed his hat and made his way down the main staircase.  Reaching the ground floor, Cole gave a small and nod to the clerk behind the main desk.  He was beginning to recognize people the longer he was there.  Or everyone looked the same.  He was not quite sure.

As he entered the Brass Pelican, Cole scanned the room.  Very empty this time of the morning.  He saw Stacey already sitting and wondered if the man slept with his clothes on as Lin stopped at Cole's room before Stacey's.  He made his way to the table.

"Mornin', Cap'n," Cole greeted.  Even without a ship, Cole had trouble not addressing Stacey by his old title.  "Guess you heard from Lin this morning, too."

Cole motioned to the nearest waitress.  "Coffee," he indicated a small cup.  He then lifted his hand to the size of a pint.  "And a coffee.  Black, please."
Gregory Delatorie
 player, 2 posts
Mon 17 May 2010
at 17:52
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
A man enters the Celestial Dragon.  You can tell he walked here as when he enters, he shakes off the morning dew from his black trechcoat, pants, and shoes. Hhe scans the room as if looking for someone. His bright smile goes to a slight frown as he does not seem to find the one he is searching for, but only for an instant, then his smile returns.

He is a slightly older man with grey streaked through his hair, but you can tell that under the coat the person is in good shape. He has strong features and you are sure you would remember him if you saw him again, especially because of his eyes. They seem to indicate wisdom and strength, but there is enough of a twinkle in them to show whatever he is here for has him excited as well.

He does a second glance around the place then heads over to where Cole and Stacey are sitting. Removing his hat Cole and Stacey instantly recognize their old companion.

Gregory asks,"May I join you?" and adds to Cole,"Seems like yesterday that we met here and I can even tell you that Kira Liran, who was supposed to be your original cook is home and doing well."

Waiting for a reply he flags down a waitress and orders a cup of coffee.

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Makani Ano
 player, 4 posts
Tue 18 May 2010
at 15:36
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Makani and Lydia's rooms)

Makani awoke with the sun.  It was something she missed when she was ‘in the black’.  As she began her morning stretching, she mulled over the phrase.

‘In the black’: in the darkness you can only get when there is no atmosphere.
‘In the black’: the ledger is balanced and you are making money.

Both were misnomers.  In the black, there was plenty of light and an amazingly stark beauty, like jewels scattered over velvet… and being in the black, in the black seemed to be an almost impossible goal.

It was easier than thinking of the real issue.  To keep Lydia safe—to have truly disappeared would mean that all vestiges of Lady Makani Ano, the companion would have to be left behind.

She would truly miss the dance but that could still be done in private, no the devastating part for her would be to be unable to report to Mother Jenna, Lydia’s aunt.  For her charge to remain safe, it would best that all concerned parties believed they had indeed perished with the Aurora.

Erin had helped her learn to disguise herself, and if she worked as a deck hand and perhaps a hired gun much of the physical would take care of herself.  She had always been a bit too tall, a bit too muscular to be considered one of the higher echelon sisters in the Guild.

It helped that they had a place if they wanted it with Captain Yanoro.  Ixion and everything afterwards had taught her that Lydia was far safer when there could be a team of people watching out for her—and it seemed that perhaps some had more reason to want to protect the younger woman than others.

She smiled to herself, the urge to dance pulling her away from her musings.  There would be time to work things out soon enough—now was the time to celebrate now was the time to…

Answer the door.

She had made it almost three steps before Lin launched into her invitation couched with teasing jibes directed at them both, but more towards Lydia.  She could only assume that this was because they were closer in age.

Before she was able to reply the younger woman was gone.  She looked over to Lydia, her eyes twinkling.

Well my dear Lei Hulu… is your lazy butt ready to go downstairs and meet with Mama Fong?” She asked still shaking her head in reaction to Lin’s improving English. "I know mine is..."
Lydia Li
 player, 3 posts
Tue 18 May 2010
at 17:40
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
These last few days have been hell for the small teenager. Nightmares of her former husband now mixed with the thoughts of what could have happened to her in Miranda, and what did happen.

Many nights, the poor, empathic child stood awake, just staring out the windows at the twinkling nightlife. How many times did they say the Black was just that? Here, the lights reminded her of the time she would spend by the windows looking out into the Black, trying to count the stars, and imagine a time where she would not have to have a protector, to a time when she would be free.

Usually thoughts of these were quelched simply by her own selfishness. It made her feel important, to need this kind of protection. The attention, that's what kids want. What's more, she could not think of a life without Makani anymore. The older, graceful Companion became the sister she never had, and she loved the woman as close as if she really was related flesh and blood.

However, this selfishness was now overpowered by depression and remorse. She screwed up. Bad. She made those who she craved attention from jump at shadows, question everything about her and the world around them. What's more, the visions she got scared her. She never wanted this 'gift.' And it has already brought far more pain than help. Even the daily lessons in dance and self defense she demanded from Makani, shaping herself more capable and perhaps even a bit more Companion-like, did little to ease her worry and self-doubt.

This is why she was shocked at Stacey's request. Why would they want her to stay around? She was a failure, just a battered little farmgirl who spoke lies and couldn't even make truth of something that should be obvious. As always, she delegated herself to Makani's choice. They were on the run, and her lei-lei would know what to do.

The bright sun only got a grunt from the sleep-deprived child as she rolled over in her bed. If she closed her eyes and ignored it, maybe the sun would just go away? But, alas, it was not to be, as gentle, loving prods from her lei-lei awoke the sleeping beast, a mass of tangled raven-black hair hiding a face that was both beautiful and pitiful. No human sounds came from that mass of hair, only a low grunt and something that could have been "I'm awake, I'm awake..."
Makani Ano
 player, 5 posts
Tue 18 May 2010
at 19:10
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Makani and Lydia's rooms)

Makani knelt beside the bed, gently resting a hand on Lydia’s shoulder, at least… she thought it was her shoulder… it was hard to tell.

Aloha kakahiaka, mei mei,” She said softly,  combining the traditional Hawaiian morning greeting with ‘little sister,’ in Chinese.

It is time to get up…

She hated to see her Lei Hulu like this.  The child had been through so much and had probably saved them all—and yet she seemed to be retreating instead of blossoming.  She knew one did not get an orchid to bloom by cajoling it or by applying pressure.  But there were times she wished she could.

All things in time she thought to herself.  And now is the time for waking.  “Come Lei Hulu. We must rise and greet the others…


Aloha kakahiaka  - Morning greeting
Lei Hulu - Feathered Lei, dear child
Mei Mei - little sister
Stacey Yanoro
 player, 5 posts
 Captain of the Aurora
 Unification War Veteran
Tue 18 May 2010
at 21:35
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Celestial Dragon Lobby)

Stacey smiled as the tall security officer approached him, signaling to the waitress with a polite nod for a second cup of coffee before she ducked away with the slightest of bows.

"Good Morning Mr Jackson - I hope you slept well? I've a feeling we're in for a fine day today.". Stacey little doubted Cole had slept as well as always, his dreams probably comforted by hareems of supple women, and that as always the devil would show not the smallest hint of the night before's whiskey.

As Cole settled the captain's brown eyes glanced up to part shuttered windows through which the bright morning sun could already be seen. Relaxed, Stacey let his eyes wander the room as he continued, responding to Cole's question.

"Aye, Lin came a'knocking for some intrepid wanderer named Captain Yanni. I'm already hoping she was really meanin' yours truely, or else Mama will be mighty dissapointed when we rascals answer her summons.".

A gentle creak from beoynd Cole's shoulder signalled the entry into the Dragon of a newcomer, and no sooner had Stacey absently glanced up to examine the black coated individual, than did the familiar frame of the padre become apparent. Stacey indicated the man to Cole and at the same time waved the preacher nearer invitingly.

"Gregory, I feared you had ridden into the sunset or worse we had lost you to the abbey! Let me guess, you left your contact number with Mama's people incase we forgot you?". Stacey chuckled, pausing momentarily to accept a cup from the returning waitress. As Gregory eased into a chair the captain warmly welcomed his return - those eyes held a sparkle this morning and sang of comforting hope.

He responded to Gregory, leaning back in his chair as he did so. "Yes, I recall you folks were first brought together here. Hell knows where I was that day - probably minding my business somewhere out there in the black, running some job for Tannembaum.".
Stacey paused, his mind turning to business.
"Tell me again about this Mama Fong. Any ideas what she wants to see us for?".
Cole Jackson
 player, 2 posts
Tue 18 May 2010
at 21:52
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Cole didn't want Stacey to realize that he had seen Gregory as soon as his frame had cleared the door frame.  He'd heard him even before that, the shephard's gait something Cole had started to recognize on Aurora.  He smiled as Gregory approached.

"Good seein' ya, Shephard," Cole greeted the man.  "Must say that life ain't been quite the same the last few days without someone honest around."
Lydia Li
 player, 4 posts
Tue 18 May 2010
at 23:27
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Lydia grunted once more and patted Makani's hand. "Need... shower... brush..." At least... you think that's what she said. Lydia used to be an easy, early riser, earlier than even Makani, a habit born of living on a farm, waking up with the chickens and out to feed the cows.

Lydia hopped out of the bed, her long sleeping gown dragging on her lithe frame as she stalked into the bathroom. Soon Makani was soothed by the sound of water, followed soon by a wordless song hummed in the bathroom. Makani would instantly recognize the song, a lullaby Lydia's dad used to sing to her and a song she herself, although she doesn't remember the words, would hum whenever she was stressed and needing some comfort.
Makani Ano
 player, 6 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 00:20
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...

(Makani and Lydia’s rooms)

Once Lydia was upright and getting ready for their meeting, Makani did the same.  She changed out of her work out clothes and dressed for the day.

She put her hair up in a simple pony tail, leaving her comb and brush out so she could work on Lydia’s hair.  She wished there was something she could do to make Lydia feel better but she knew that would only come in time.

She listened for sounds of Lydia finishing her shower and waited for her to exit her bathroom.
Lydia Li
 player, 5 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 12:51
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
It took Lydia a bit longer than normal for her to come out, as she stood in the shower, letting the hot water just run over her, her mind lost in self reflection. Should she let Makani keep the two of them with Stacey and co? She could screw up majorly again, and this time get them into deeper trouble. There was already too much. As it was, she blamed herself for Talia's death, and the loss of their ship. Of course Will would have left. She caused him to loose his boat.

Eventually, the water stopped and, after a bit, Lydia came out of the bathroom drapped only in a towel. She nodded at the brush, a wait for a moment till she dresses. Slipping out of the towel without any concern for modesty didn't get a second thought, a show of utter trust she had with her protector and lei-lei.

However, it also brought a grim reminder of the life she was running from. Striped all over her back were thin scars criss-crossing otherwise unblemished skin, remnants of the lashes she received when she failed to appease her hateful husband. The only one that knows about these scars were Makani, and even now, Lydia acts like they are not there. They're part of another person's life, a life she ran from a long, long time ago. They weren't her scars anymore.

Choosing a bright red-and-purple loose shirt that exposed her midriff and a pair of overalls that hid her back, a choice that at first looks odd until you realize the practicallity of the overalls on a farm, she walked over and sat in front of Makani, waiting her brushing, sighing softly as she sat down and trusted herself to her lei-lei.

lei-lei: big sister.
Gregory Delatorie
 player, 3 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 14:00
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
"Mama Fong was in a way, Talia's patron.  She, for reasons unknown to me, took a strong liking to Talia and was helping her get a ship when Bettencourt came along with his offer.  I did not have a lot of interaction with her as I came in just in time to start the ship hunting with a guy named Benkreesh. A weasel of a man but he had a couple of ships for sale "off market".  Bettencourt's offer came as we returned, and then in a busy whirl we were off." , Gregory says, remembering back.

He continues, "Mama Fong is old school tradition, and since she took Talia under her protection as well as liking her, she is not going to be real happy with her death. Chu, her body guard, also seemed to like Talia but in a more physical way.  Neither person is one you want to cross.  I would recommend being truthful with her, but only say what needs to be said.  Since it was a Tong that killed Talia, I would tread carefully and probably make it known that Talia placed Lydia under her protection and felt she was worth the sacrifice to protect her."

He stopped for a moment and then says, "As for my showing up, it seems I am a shepherd without sheep right now.  My church would like me to continue traveling, meeting with our clergy on the way to encourage them in their work.  Personally I think the time in the black was good for me, and I think helpful for me, so I decided to see if you might need a cook or backup pilot."

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Makani Ano
 player, 7 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 15:48
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Lydia and Makani's rooms)

Makani waited until Lydia was ready and then gently combed out her hair.  Normally she would have teased the younger woman, trying out different hairstyles to make her laugh, but today there simply wasn’t enough time.

While she didn’t try multiple styles, she did take her time working to not only straighten the unruly tangles, but to also soothe their owner's nerves.  She had always found it relaxing to have someone else work on her own hair.

She smiled serenely and nodded to Lydia in the mirror.

Come Lei Hulu, we mustn’t keep the others waiting.

She set the comb and brush down and gave herself one last look in the mirror.  She had thought of Erin as she shopped, making sure her clothes were more in line with the job she had taken as a crewman.

Gone were the trappings of a companion: flowing fabrics had given way to more practical durable materials; long regal dresses had been replaced with durable black pants and a simple neat t-shirt with a button down shirt over it.

She offered Lydia a hand up and opened the door.  It was time.

(To the lobby)


Makani walked with Lydia, chatting about the day and things they had seen in the boutiques.  Though their chatter was normal and innocuous, it gave her a chance to scan the area and look for signs of trouble on the way.

Finding none, she smiled as she found the others already gathered.

Good morning,” she called to them as she reached the table.

Captain,  Mr. Jackson, Fr. Delatorie… she added nodding to each in turn.  “I hope we have not kept you waiting…

This message was last edited by the player at 23:04, Wed 19 May 2010.

Gregory Delatorie
 player, 4 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 16:19
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
"Since I arrived more by divine appointment than invited appointment you have not kept me waiting at all. I am glad you two are doing well. ....
Thouhg it seems ghosts of the past are keeping me company today."
, Gregory says pleasantly but you can see that deeper thoughts are at work in his mind as his word trail off a little as he speaks them.
Lydia Li
 player, 6 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 18:29
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Restaurant)

Lydia followed, meekly, hands stuffed into the pockets of her overalls. She gave a faint nod to the three men who chose to hang around, although she utterly failed to meet any of their eyes. There wasn't even a usual blush of being around Cole, just her trying to look as small and unnoticable as possible.
Cole Jackson
 player, 3 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 18:35
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Cole stood as Makani and Lydia approached the table.  He even offered a chair to Makani.  Glancing at Lydia, Cole did not fail to notice the change in the young lady.

"My morning has just been completed," Cole says as the ladies sit. "Two lovely ladies to go with a lovely breakfast."

After Makani sits, Cole pulls out the chair right next to him.  He gesture to Lydia to have a seat.

"You ok, darlin'?" he asks.  "You ain't your normal, chipper, semi-annoying self this morning." Cole smiles as he talks.
Lydia Li
 player, 7 posts
Wed 19 May 2010
at 20:04
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
Lydia took a deep breath, then managed to give a little, fake smile to Cole as she sat down. "Yeah... I'm right as rain... Thanks for askin', Mr. Cole." The fake smile went immediately away as she tried to hide in her hair, staring down at the table in front of her blankly.
Stacey Yanoro
 player, 7 posts
 Captain of the Aurora
 Unification War Veteran
Wed 19 May 2010
at 20:35
Re: Chapter 1: Of Brass Pelicans and Celestial Dragons...
(Celestial Dragon Lobby)

Stacey listened with interest as Gregory refreshed his knowledge on the woman whose summons the group prepared to answer. Over the last few days he had asked Cole similar questions and both men painted the same picture - Mama Fong was not a woman to be triffled with.

Mulling over the preachers words, the approach of Makani and Lydia drew his attention to the present.
"Makani, Lydia, good morning. I hope you slept well?". he smiled, bowing his head in polite welcome as the ladies gracefully slipped into seats to join the trio who had been waiting. While their garb had become less 'regal' over the last days, Stacey and likley both Cole and Gregory with him, could not fail to notice the measured grace that flowed from Makani like a natural spring. Nor, despite her withdrawl into herself since the events onboard Aurora, could Lydia hide a perhaps subconcious reflection of her guardians' fluid actions. Their workman like clothes might blur the fact that these women were ladies of note to the unfamiliar eye, but to Stacey he was reminded of a potential he had begun to trust.

Pausing a moment for the group to finish their greetings, Stacey cleared his throat, setting down his drained coffee cup.
"Ladies, gentlemen; I believe we have an appointment with Mama Fong. Now we are all gathered shall we?". With a questioning glance around the table he drew his arm in a discreet motion toward a beaded opening that beckoned to the Brass Pelican.
"From what you have told me, Mama is not a woman to be kept waiting.".

This message was last edited by the GM at 22:00, Wed 19 May 2010.