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High Law and Low Justice, Part 5
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Wilphe
Adventurer
Ms Carnot is fashionably late, giving the two spacers plenty of opportunity to reconsider, cash their chips while they are ahead and leave. However as you have decided to call and see what cards Ms Carnot is holding (if either) the game continues.
She arrives exactly a quarter of an hour after she should have done, which suggests either eerie conicidence, or more likely, deliberate effort. Wearing a dark grey evening dress she gives no sign of being dismayed to find out the Gwydion has company, "Saanath, what a delightful suprise, how nice to see you again."
Gwydion:
[sblock] A few tables down a waiter ushers two diners to their seat and whisks away the "Reserved Sign". Though they are in civillian clothes you recognise one of them from the party of naval personnel who slipped you the disk in the mock fight; they give no sign of having recognised you.[/sblock]
Saanath:
[sblock]
She's hiding it well, but she seems as interested to find out what you are up to as you are interested in finding out what she is up to. Make sure you use the right cutlery and guard your words[/sblock]
Your waiter brings you the menus, handing one to Eleanor first. He then goes to hand the wine list, meaning to neutrally offer it into the middle of the table for whoever wants it to take it he inadvertently knocks over the centrepiece. Fortunatly it doesn't spill over anyone and a fluster of activity leads to its quick replacment with fresh arrangement of flowers.
OOC:
[sblock]Rather than RP all of this out, I'll probably improvise it as social combat, but first I need to know where the conversation is going to go...
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1165690[/sblock]
She arrives exactly a quarter of an hour after she should have done, which suggests either eerie conicidence, or more likely, deliberate effort. Wearing a dark grey evening dress she gives no sign of being dismayed to find out the Gwydion has company, "Saanath, what a delightful suprise, how nice to see you again."
Gwydion:
[sblock] A few tables down a waiter ushers two diners to their seat and whisks away the "Reserved Sign". Though they are in civillian clothes you recognise one of them from the party of naval personnel who slipped you the disk in the mock fight; they give no sign of having recognised you.[/sblock]
Saanath:
[sblock]
She's hiding it well, but she seems as interested to find out what you are up to as you are interested in finding out what she is up to. Make sure you use the right cutlery and guard your words[/sblock]
Your waiter brings you the menus, handing one to Eleanor first. He then goes to hand the wine list, meaning to neutrally offer it into the middle of the table for whoever wants it to take it he inadvertently knocks over the centrepiece. Fortunatly it doesn't spill over anyone and a fluster of activity leads to its quick replacment with fresh arrangement of flowers.
OOC:
[sblock]Rather than RP all of this out, I'll probably improvise it as social combat, but first I need to know where the conversation is going to go...
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1165690[/sblock]
doghead
thotd
ic - HLLJ
Saanath grins back, standing as Eleanor is seated. "The pleasure is all mine," he responds.
"Actually," Saanath interjects as the waiter turns to leave after depositing the new flowers, "I'm not really a fan of centrepieces and other assorted decorative clutter."
Saanath picks up the flowers and hands them back to the waiter.
"Besides which, Ms Carnot tends to get a bit messy when she has had a few. Its safer this way."
Its a struggle to keep a straight face.
The more Saanath becomes aware of Ms Carnot's interest in their affairs, the less he finds himself caring. Soon they are going to blow this rock, and whatever little schemes are being played out. He's quite happy to enjoy a little dinner and normal conversation. But he getting a bit tired of the games. He sticks to whatever they have said of their plans during their trip here. If pushed, he tends to talk about trade; the various options and possibilities, the strategies he has been considering, the potential pitfalls. A topic Ms Carnot must surely have a bit to say about, given her background in the furniture business.
If Gwydion wants to try and pick her brains, fair enough. It was his play. Saanath plays wing-man if needed, but otherwise stays out of Gwydion's way.
[sblock=ooc]I suppose, in combat terms, blocking would be the best description for Saanath's actions. Perhaps a little assistance to Gwydion, if he calls for it.
At least for the moment.[/sblock]
Eleanor said:
Saanath grins back, standing as Eleanor is seated. "The pleasure is all mine," he responds.
wilphe said:
"Actually," Saanath interjects as the waiter turns to leave after depositing the new flowers, "I'm not really a fan of centrepieces and other assorted decorative clutter."
Saanath picks up the flowers and hands them back to the waiter.
"Besides which, Ms Carnot tends to get a bit messy when she has had a few. Its safer this way."
Its a struggle to keep a straight face.
The more Saanath becomes aware of Ms Carnot's interest in their affairs, the less he finds himself caring. Soon they are going to blow this rock, and whatever little schemes are being played out. He's quite happy to enjoy a little dinner and normal conversation. But he getting a bit tired of the games. He sticks to whatever they have said of their plans during their trip here. If pushed, he tends to talk about trade; the various options and possibilities, the strategies he has been considering, the potential pitfalls. A topic Ms Carnot must surely have a bit to say about, given her background in the furniture business.
If Gwydion wants to try and pick her brains, fair enough. It was his play. Saanath plays wing-man if needed, but otherwise stays out of Gwydion's way.
[sblock=ooc]I suppose, in combat terms, blocking would be the best description for Saanath's actions. Perhaps a little assistance to Gwydion, if he calls for it.
At least for the moment.[/sblock]
"Aw come-on Saanath," Gwydion smiles as Saanath gets rid of the flowers."After all the trouble he did to get it here."
"Lovely dress, Eleanor. You look quite stunning"
"you care for a horse deuver?" He says, quitre deliberately mangling the words.
Gwydion is content to let Eleanor do much of the talking, quietly steering the conversation back to the K'Kree camp.
"Lovely dress, Eleanor. You look quite stunning"
"you care for a horse deuver?" He says, quitre deliberately mangling the words.
Gwydion is content to let Eleanor do much of the talking, quietly steering the conversation back to the K'Kree camp.
Wilphe
Adventurer
"As you wish Messieur," the waiter takes the new centrepiece away and returns with your drinks.
Eleanor returns Gwydion's compliment, "You don't scrub up so bad yourself, for a sasquatch from the frontier that is," she glances at the menu, "Foie Gras, Fillet of Horse - Rare. I'd have tartare but I only do that if I know the restaurant intimatly."
Her teeth flash in an ever so predatory smile, "I feel like celebrating, having eating the competiton alive."
She seems in a fairly good mood, happy to chat about the deal she did for some designs and fabrics and it certainly appears that while her knowledge of the furniture business ad interstellar trade in general appears to be quite extensive it also seems to be largely book learning. Saanath being able to direct the conversaton in such a way as to ferret out the fact that she is largely ignorant of the practicalities.
However, Gwydion makes little to no head way *in his chit chat with her, and indeed you both get the uneasy impression that she is getting what she wants out of this whilst you aren't and find yourselves reviewing the conversation in your heads to make sure you haven't admitted to anything you don't want her to know about.
She on the other hand, is more interested in finding out what Gwydion was doing at the Expo, "So, Gwydion, did you enjoy the horsies little fair?"
Oh, and it is patently obvious she has little time for K'kree...
OOC:
[sblock]*A suitible cricketing analogy would be that Gwydion's bowling cannot get line, length or pace right and she is playing a straight bat and driving straight over his head for 4 just about every ball[/sblock]
Eleanor returns Gwydion's compliment, "You don't scrub up so bad yourself, for a sasquatch from the frontier that is," she glances at the menu, "Foie Gras, Fillet of Horse - Rare. I'd have tartare but I only do that if I know the restaurant intimatly."
Her teeth flash in an ever so predatory smile, "I feel like celebrating, having eating the competiton alive."
She seems in a fairly good mood, happy to chat about the deal she did for some designs and fabrics and it certainly appears that while her knowledge of the furniture business ad interstellar trade in general appears to be quite extensive it also seems to be largely book learning. Saanath being able to direct the conversaton in such a way as to ferret out the fact that she is largely ignorant of the practicalities.
However, Gwydion makes little to no head way *in his chit chat with her, and indeed you both get the uneasy impression that she is getting what she wants out of this whilst you aren't and find yourselves reviewing the conversation in your heads to make sure you haven't admitted to anything you don't want her to know about.
She on the other hand, is more interested in finding out what Gwydion was doing at the Expo, "So, Gwydion, did you enjoy the horsies little fair?"
Oh, and it is patently obvious she has little time for K'kree...
OOC:
[sblock]*A suitible cricketing analogy would be that Gwydion's bowling cannot get line, length or pace right and she is playing a straight bat and driving straight over his head for 4 just about every ball[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] Time for a yorker then, see if she steps back and whacks her own wicket[/sblock]
"Yeah, 't was a bit of fun. Sold 'em some totally useless data for a whole lot of cash. And then, to make things even more fun, a SWAT-team attacked the meeting. Silly buggers, those. Like kicking little children. You don't happen to sport a bruise, do you?"
"Yeah, 't was a bit of fun. Sold 'em some totally useless data for a whole lot of cash. And then, to make things even more fun, a SWAT-team attacked the meeting. Silly buggers, those. Like kicking little children. You don't happen to sport a bruise, do you?"
doghead
thotd
ic - HLLJ
Saanath snorts and struggles mightily to stop himself from spraying his drink all over the table. After a herculean effort, he manages to regain control with nothing more disasterous than a little beverage up his snoz.
Saanath realises that he looks like a buffoon. He doesn't care. If you want to play with professionals, leave us out of your games.
Crisis over, beverage safely stowed in stomache, he watches Eleanor to see how she responds.
Gywdion said:
Saanath snorts and struggles mightily to stop himself from spraying his drink all over the table. After a herculean effort, he manages to regain control with nothing more disasterous than a little beverage up his snoz.
Saanath realises that he looks like a buffoon. He doesn't care. If you want to play with professionals, leave us out of your games.
Crisis over, beverage safely stowed in stomache, he watches Eleanor to see how she responds.
[sblock=OOC] A good yorker allways get's em. Doghead, you understand any of these cricket-terms?[/sblock]
"That depends," says Gwydion. "Let's assume that a twice decorated marine doesn't switch sides and starts working for the horsies, and is, in fact, still working for imperial-minded employees. Then I'd say that I pulled my punches, and I'd thank them for the impressive show. I'd say I was a deniable asset for other imperial-minded employees, and that the whole operation was a sting. The horsies payed a lot of credits for data that is deliberately and subtly corrupted. I'd offer to pay for meals and drinks, see what this starport has to offer, and as for the bruises, I've got a nice bruise-relieving ointment in my cabin." He smiles.
"Now, if the twice-decorated marine is indeed a turncoat, and working for the horsies I'd say she'd need to get up a lot more early to get ahead of an old scout, and that I won't be pulling punches in the future. But for now, the drinks are on me, and i've got a nice ointment against bruises in my cabin somewhere." His smile is even larger.
"That depends," says Gwydion. "Let's assume that a twice decorated marine doesn't switch sides and starts working for the horsies, and is, in fact, still working for imperial-minded employees. Then I'd say that I pulled my punches, and I'd thank them for the impressive show. I'd say I was a deniable asset for other imperial-minded employees, and that the whole operation was a sting. The horsies payed a lot of credits for data that is deliberately and subtly corrupted. I'd offer to pay for meals and drinks, see what this starport has to offer, and as for the bruises, I've got a nice bruise-relieving ointment in my cabin." He smiles.
"Now, if the twice-decorated marine is indeed a turncoat, and working for the horsies I'd say she'd need to get up a lot more early to get ahead of an old scout, and that I won't be pulling punches in the future. But for now, the drinks are on me, and i've got a nice ointment against bruises in my cabin somewhere." His smile is even larger.
Wilphe
Adventurer
"Which is pretty much I would expect to be said, whether said person was a traitor or not."
"However this blunt talk is fun, so long as one remembers not to confuse bluntness with honesty," she cuts a slice of steak with surgical precision, "Did you kill Antonescu?". She pops the morsel into her mouth and chews it delicately whilst waiting for your reaction.
"However this blunt talk is fun, so long as one remembers not to confuse bluntness with honesty," she cuts a slice of steak with surgical precision, "Did you kill Antonescu?". She pops the morsel into her mouth and chews it delicately whilst waiting for your reaction.
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