"Later, Vyn."  Janine was regretting the drinks idea rather thoroughly right now.  "I'm sorry to all of you, this was a bad idea.  I should have."  She sighed and held her head in her hands, mussing her new hairstyle.  "I'm sorry,:  she finished lamely.

Flash looked up from his pad at Sheila's sigh and apology. What on Duro do you have to be sorry for Janine? Gathering the team for a drink? Seems a good idea to me. We are on vacation after all.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:54, Tue 27 Aug 2013.

Rian nods agreement with Flash whilst toying with his whiskey glass - his Lomin ale forgotten for the moment.
"Yeah - you guys know what we were doing:  swoop bikes.  Hence all the dust and Flash having that bug splat on his forehead - I was going to tell you buddy, I swear.  _{After I got pictures.}  What have you two been up to?"

Rian sat back expectantly, waiting to be enlightened...

Flash began rubbing his head in surprise but stopped after a few moments and checked his head with the datapad.  He then did the best Duros approximation of a scowl.

"Just you wait Cloudrider, just you wait."  Flash's tone suggests he's taken the prank in good humour, though partly it covered his concern for Sheila.  Why was she so upset.  Somehow it seemed linked to Arin but he wasn't sure how.

Sheila sat back.  At least things weren't exploding.   For the moment.    "We went to a spa and went shopping. I think I screwed up getting picked up and I think he succeeded.  That pretty much covers it." 

Mika scrounges about the hanger, looking for something that would make a proper steering vane for the swoop.  She pauses frequently to sip from her cold drink, finding the chill and the distraction of working on the swoop, and a few pills, do a fair job of keeping her mind off the headache.

The extra building sheeting was a bit too flimsy, the stack of spare support framing pieces were good and sturdy, a little heavy perhaps.  The packing crates were pretty stout, they might be used.  She decides on a composite, two layers of packing crate panels sandwiching a double layer of building sheeting material.  That should be stout enough and light enough to not cause any particular problem.

First it was cutting the sections out and doing the rough shaping.  Then came the annealing process, making sure they wouldn't split under stress.  Some gluing and welding to hold the pieces, some thin struts from the spare framing, split long-ways around the edges.  Then, the whole thing is wrapped in some of the packing sheeting from the crates.  Apply a fair bit of heat and it snugged down well over the whole panel.  Paint, that was the next step, it needed a bit of painting.  She didn't have much available, a basic gray would be okay.  After all, a flashy swoop would draw all sorts of attention and garnering attention isn't what Mika's looking to accomplishing.

That done, the swoop is back to factory standards.  Now it was time to start thinking about how to start improving on the factory standards.

"We went to an AWESOME spa and then had an AMAZING time shopping.  Then Janine chatted up some hunky guy whom I'm sure is waiting for her call." he corrected.

As he spoke he nodded at Devon and gave a small wink.  He knew Devon was changing the subject and he knew that Devon probably knew he knew.  But he'd go along with it.

Flash finished his report, sent it and sighed.  He put down his datapad then had another sip of his whisky.

"So what's everyone's plan for the rest of today and tomorrow?  Got that dinner tomorrow night with the boss but nothing until then."

"Theoretically, we're going to a show."  She indicated Heigren and herself. "Who knows about tomorrow.  I was going to try to set up someting with a Mr Kyle Brannon on the day after that unless Vyn here dumps me for tonight and I'm forced to do for myself."

"I'm hurt Janine that you would think I'd do that to you."

R2-A9 follows Mika around at a slight distance, assisting when he's asked to but otherwise mostly keeping out of the way.

In reply to Heigren (msg # 73):

A brief glint of mischeviousness hits her eyes,.."Just teasing, you just seem to have found a party while I was gone. judging by background sounds."

Either Arin had very little in the way of plans or he wasn't going to share them - the meal with the other Talons was on the schedule, of course, but other than that was very much left open. He seemed both thoughtful and tired, slowly sipping down the drink.

"Oh no.  I was in this great little music store.  Had it's own recording studio in the back.  Had some new band making a demo tape.  They were great.  Hyperspace Rainbow they were called.  I think they're going to be big!"

Flash took one last sip of his whiskey and stood.  He'd barely drunk a quarter of it and even less of his lomin ale.  However it was clear to him that Arin was going to continue to sulk until he left.

"Thinking I might enter another race later.  Also going to check out what else this planet has to offer.  Comm me if you want me.  Have fun."

He spoke a few sentences in an unfamiliar language as he rose, nodded to Devon and left the bar.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:04, Fri 30 Aug 2013.

Rian raises his glass to the Duros.  "Luck in the races." he says cheerfully.

After Flash had left, Rian turned back to the others.
"So - anyone got any plans for tomorrow?  Flash might be happy spending the whole time hanging around the race tracks... but not me.  I'm wondering what else they have round here.  Lets see what we can find..."

Rian played with his datapad, entering a few searches for local attractions and typing a reply to a message whilst he waited for the search results to come back.

Sheila raised her glass to Flash as he got up. "Good luck."  but she was still subdued.  "I don't know what I'm doing after tonight. Calling this Kyle guy, but beyond that?"  She shrugged, then said a very quiet, "sh-t" under her breath.

Cor totally replies to Devon.  Gossip, gossip, gossip.

Heigren quickly becomes figidity and bored as the group sits quietly.  He'd already drank a good quarter of the bottle of whisky himself.

He gets up.  Can't dally.  So many things to do over the next few days.  So much to see, so much to do.  Can't spend it sitting down.

Janine, I'll see you in the lobby tonight at eight.

He walks off.

(( Please note: a new thread has been opened for the scheduled meeting Zyra is holding about 18 hours after this scene occurs.  This thread will be left open for a day or two in case anyone wants to continue posting here. ))

<About half an hour after the meeting>

Battle droids roam outside the hangar, keeping people, including the Talons, out.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:13, Wed 18 Sept 2013.

Cor remains sequestered inside the ship, doing... something.

Secretly secret things happen in a most secret-like fashion

Occurrences happenate.  Possibly, but not necessarily, involving droids.

"Hey Sola, we have a request if you can do it." in janines voice comes throgh if it gets through.