So there are two groups now. And the two groups haven't gotten together yet, right?

Group One: Darrel, Walter, Khea and Samantha.

Group Two: Sharik, Quinzella, Vonon and Ikram.

In case you don't remember, Darrel knows Ikram, and Quinzella knows Samantha (and vice versa).


If you still want to get a private room, that's possible. It'd be a good place for a 'reunion' party! If you'd like a separate thread for that, just let me know. Otherwise, it's about 2 hours before the meeting. We can just fast forward to then.

In reply to Kheaiftouaw (msg # 51):

Sam nods at Khea - "Yeah I'll join your table group, at least until this meeting later"

As she wanders over she checks them out.

The flashy guy seems a bit full of himself, but also vaguely familiar.

The other guy seems more business like, but not familiar at all.

She follows Khea and waits to be introduced - happy to listen from the periphery

Khea stands next to Samantha with a little bit of space between them so that Darrel and Walter can get a good look at her.

"May I have your attention? I present you SamanthaKilgore. She aided my crew when our ship was boarded by pirates during our travels back to the Hierate"
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 20:47, Mon 25 Aug 2014.

Walter stood up and pulled out chairs for the ladies. "Please to meet your acquaintance. This is Count Cromwell, and I am Sir Walter Zeller." he said with a bow before seating them.

Vonon took the scouts hand and bent his head over it, just like he's seen proper Imperials do...in all those videos.

"And, I note, as loquacious as most scouts, as well." Vonon said, retaining her hand, "As you have yet to share your name."

Sharik couldn't suppress the smirk on her face when Vonon called Quinzella out for not actually giving a name.  It always amazed her that her friend could be so secretive sometimes.  She turned her head slightly to regard the other woman more fully, her eyebrow raised a touch.  What name did she intend to give Vonon and his friend, Captain Ikram Fahreed?

Given the pause, she tried to size up Ikram a bit more.  The man was solidly built, much more so than her own rather wispy-build.

"It is quite a coincidence that the two of you have reunited here." the brown-haired dilettante noted rather idly, leaning in towards Ikram, "Much like we..." and she gestured to encompass herself and Quinzella and then herself and Vonon, "have done so.  Doesn't that strike you as a weird sort of serendipitous kismet?"  It must mean something she thought to herself.

Shar had spoken loud enough, actually, to include both Vonon and Quinzella in her musings.  She paused thoughtfully for a moment.  Just what if?  "Do you," the waifish-looking ex-scout, ex-squid, all-dilettante brunette prompted her gathered companions, "recognize anyone else in this establishment?  I mean, it can't be just us, right?"

Sam smiled at Walter as she accepted the offered seat and sat down

"Sir, Count" she said, nodding to Walter and the Count in turn

Internally she though "Nobles, great"

Military rank she got, nobility not really. It seemed as often as not that the Noble would be stuck up and full of themselves, expecting everyone else to defer to them because of a name, not because of what they had earned. Still, that had applied to more than a handful of officers she had served with, so she'd give these guys the benefit of the doubt.

"Pleased to meet you. So how do you know Khea?"
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In reply to Sharik Kaagira (msg # 60):

Quin looked at Sharik as if to ask a question, Were these 'people' part of the fun too?  A new name perhaps.

She cleared her throat, luckily Sharik had come to the rescue to quickly change the subject, "Um, yes, I think I recognized a woman earlier."  She began to crane her neck, peering around the room, "Now where did she go?"

"A few years ago, the two of us were stuck in a port due to a solar storm when we were there on different trade missions." Walter said. "We had been there long enough to learn each others languages. First with the help of a translator and then practicing with each other. We got good enough to start a conversation in one language and finish it in the other." he added

Vonon's ears momentarilly flattened back, "Ah. I see." he said with a lack of inflection; releasing the woman's hand as his ears returned to their proper, upright position, and he straightened up.

Every alarm in his head was going off; after all, he'd made a twenty year career out of ... meeting ... people who were evasive about their identity.

And so what? That wasn't his job anymore. He needed to learn more tollerance. And the woman seemed to be a friend of Shar'r, and he trusted her.

So just how bad could this Scout-Pilot be?

Vonon shook himself, physically, and glaced around the club, in response to Shar'rs request.

"No, I do not see anyone else I know." Vonon said, then raised his muzzle a little bit and took a deep inhalation.

"Nope. Nobody here but you two -- excuse me -- you three, are familiar to me. But I have to admit, the pheromone levels in this club have been rising for the last thirty minutes, and I'm not even sure I'd be able to scent any of you from more than fifteen meters, anymore."

Sam turned to Walter as he spoke, and listened

She laughed lightly as he finished "Must have been one hell of a storm, or are you two just very good at languages?"

Sharik gave Quinzella slight tilt of the head and a rather crooked smile.  She has used enough of her real name; her familiar or personal name to Ikram.  And Vonon was apparently an old friend, one that knew her real name (or enough of it) to mean that he was familiar enough.  In fact, her cadence and attitude towards him seemed to say that the vargr was in her Circle of Trust.

Of course, Quin was free to give any name she liked.  It was her chance to do what she liked with her two new acquaintances.  Despite having changed the subject, Shar's raised eyebrow did signal to the her fellow scout that she should likely give the boys some sort of name.  It would be the right thing, the polite thing to do.

Still, she gave Quinzella the benefit of the doubt.  "What does the woman look like?" the raven-haired dilettante prompted her.  Shar didn't bother looking around until she had a better description of what she might be looking for.

Instead, the thin brunette leaned in towards Vonon, chuckling lightly at his nasal problems, "I can only imagine, old friend.  It's turning into a bit of a meat market here..."  Apparently, the concierge that had pointed her to this establishment had misconstrued her intentions.
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In reply to Sharik Kaagira (msg # 66):

"Well, I did ask for the location of the best night club in the city." Vonon quietly responded to Shar'r, "And as this is also the planetary capitol and the largest city, one could imply that this, then, is the best night club on the planet. I would expect high order clientele in such a location."

"I mean ... we're here ..."

In reply to Sharik Kaagira (msg # 66):

Quin looked at Vonon, "Sorry about my contribution."  She blushed as she turned back to Sharik, "A pretty average human woman, if I was right that I saw her, she is a brunette, green pools for eyes.  And often less armed than me."

She waved to a nearby server hoping for another drink, her mood was souring now that she no longer felt like a secret, or working.

Khea sits down on her seat.

"It was quite a storm. Many ships in the system at that time had to go to the yard to check and repair the electronics. And foreigners were served last."
We also weren't allowed to leave the starport so there was not much to do. I also already learned a bit Anglic on my home planet so I was able to learn the rest while we waited"

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"Quite true." Walter said "I learned a few of the Aslan games during the wait, but was never a good as you." he said looking at Kheaiftouaw

Having gotten attention from the staff to ready a private room, close to the "back room", Count Darrell gets up and motions for everyone at the table to follow him...

"Our discussion would best be handled without this noise and distraction, go get your friends (pointing to the others known within our group), and meet us there. There's business to discuss."

Sharik chuckled lightly and opened her hands in a mock surrender to her vargr friend's logic.  "Touché." she intoned playfully, simply adding, "but that still doesn't absolve that concierge at the Travellers' Aid Society."  She cast about a bit, noticing that Quin was trying to flag down one of the waiters, as she did so, she asked Vonon, "So, where are you staying?"

She motioned to one of the waitstaff to approach faster, ordered a blue Sylean brandy for herself and looked around to the others - especially Quinzella, who had previously spoken of needing a drink, "Anyone else want anything?"  She tossed a cred stick in the direction of their server.

The thin, raven-haired dilettante raised an eyebrow at Quin's fairly generic description of her other acquaintance.  "You could be describing me, hon." she noted with a slightly affected colonial drawl and a barely stifled laugh, "And a quarter of the rest of the room potentially.  I can get some green contacts pretty easily..."  She prompted her friend for more detail, "Thin?  Stocky?  Long hair?  Short?"  Then Shar rubbed her chin for a moment, looking thoughtful, before she asked slyly, "Did you dance with her?  Is she a good dancer?  What's her name?"  Inquiring minds wanted to know.  Well, and potentially spread unfounded rumors...

In reply to Sharik Kaagira (msg # 72):

"I was born and raised in an asteroid colony, m'dear." Vonon answered, adopting a snooty pose, "My needs are minimal; a three-meter cube, a soft rack, a multi-media comm-station and a corner to stack all my trunks. Oh, and a private fresher, of course."

Vonon dropped his muzzle down from the clouds, and gave a Vargr grin; showing very little teeth.

"In otherwords, I'm staying at the generic Spacers Rest hotel. Coming to Grendal was an impulse. I was at Outpost, looking to maybe buy a ship from their mothball yard, when I got the sudden impulse to visit a true waterworld. Grendal was simply the nearest."

As the Barone got up and started ordering people about, Sam sighed mentally inwardly. So far he was conforming to her stereotype of Nobles.

He might have business to discuss - but Sam wasn't sure it included her - as so far they had just been swapping pleasantries.

Still he looked loaded, and Sam wasn't, so she somewhat resignedly decided to tag along and see if it might earn her anything.

Besides it was still bugging her why he was familiar looking - and she might find out.

Smiling at Khea she muttered to herself, inaudibly under the clubs noise "Certainly your highness-ness"

"Yes your Excellency." Walter said as he picked up his computer, following the Count to the other room.

As the Count heads towards the private room, he stops to look at the card given to another patron (OOC: not part of the group), does it have any writing on the back?

Then he enters the private room.
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As everyone was leaving for the private room Khea also stands up and follows them.

Quin laughed and smiled at Sharik, "Except the hair color you are right.  But how often have you known me to be verbally descriptive except when reporting?"

She craned her neck more and peered around, spotting Samantha near a separate room, "There going through some door."

She relaxed and removed the smile from her face.

The card that Darrel looks at is laying facedown on the table, so he can see that it doesn't have any writing on the back. While the person it was given to looks to be a reasonably competent fellow, he already seems to have had a few drinks too many, so he probably isn't interested in the opportunity anyway.