[T20] High Law and low justice

[Maerdwyn]

Absently, she wanders into Red Tide, still scanning the paper.

The Courier Dispatch, like other Luriani-run papers you've seen focuses mostly on Culture - whether it be art, sport, food, or entertainment. The small science section is near the back, and is mainly focused on an analysis of the effects of the recreational drug fuzion on members of various races here on Daramm. Apparently, it boosts the strength and overall physical performance of Luriani rather dramatically, while serving only to heighten testosterone-driven emotional responses (notably anger and bravery) among other humans. With Vargr, it appears to act as a depressant when injected, but has little effect if inhaled. The author seems most concerned that since it degrades so rapidly in the body, detecting it in either of the Malinu brothers if they in fact used the drug during competion. She pays only passing attention to the growing problem of fuzion addiction in the city.

As Ktarlewaweikye reads, she suddenly hears someone right in front of her clear his throat politely. She looks up to see a young human host dressed in what must be considered a stylish manner. "Table for one, madam?" He escorts her to a table off to the side, away from any decent light source and motions for a waiter to attend her while presenting her with an offworlders' menu. When there is apparently no response from whomever he is calling, an angry expression washes quickly over his face, and he moves off. He returns momentarily with a male Aslan waiter, who asks through clenched teeth, "May I...may I take your order. Madam."

 

[Watus]

"Hey Hergvaer! It's getting chilly over here! Give that fire a poke before we catch cold!" He chuckles softly to himself as he turns back to his drink.

Comprehension dawning, Quinn turns back to his drink, grinning.

"Come to think of it," he says in Vargr, "it is a little chilly in here."

 

[doghead]

The waitress, a pretty (if overly made-up) Luriani, hands you the offworlders' menu while sneeking a look over another of her tables that looks like it might generate a larger tip.

She waits politely for a moment as you scan the list of offerings, which range from pricey, but attractive, appetizers to seafood and pasta dishes to *very* expensive imported meat. There is also an impressive list of wine and spirits, even if it's a bit heavy on the local fermented kelp beverages.

"What do you wish this afternoon?" she asks. As you turn to answer you notice one reason for all the make-up, as it's obviously covering a good size bruise on her right cheek.

Saanath considers the bruise, what it could be and whether she would appreciate any mention of it. Probably not. And what could he do? Go dashing off and rescue the princess before riding off on his white spaceship. A good tip would probably be more welcome. He could do that.

"A pasta appetizer and some fish. Nothing too heavy please, I'm flying out soon. I'm not familiar with most of these varieties, so I'd appreciate your recommendation."

Saanath notices the arrival of the Aslan. Like himself, she doesn't seem to have most favoured customer status. On the spur of the moment, he jumps up and steps over to the similarly dimly lit table where she has been seated.

"Hello. I've eaten alone enough times to last me a while. If you would like to join me, I would be most pleased. My name is Saanath."

The last part is in Aslan. Its been a while since he has spoken it, and feels a little to rusty to do the whole thing in the Aslan.

OOC: I haven't chosen all of my languages. So its decided, one of them will be Aslan. Whats the correct name for the language?

 

[Seonaid]

[ As far as I can tell, the language is Trokh, and there apparently are two versions of it, female and male. I don't know how compatible they are with each other, but I assume that most Aslan know both, even if they don't use both. BTW, I'm not in the same place as you. :-\ But I have a feeling that will change quickly. ]

Ktarlewaweikye looks up at the waiter and then at the host. "I'm sorry," she murmurs politely. "I think I'm in the wrong place." She is burning with curiosity as to what this Aslan did wrong, and wonders if he is from a family she might recognize. She waits pointedly for the host to leave, and when he does, she looks at the waiter questioningly.

[ OOC: Uh, whatever I would roll to see if I recognize this guy, or a certain fur patterning or something, or if he is of lower status than I. ]

 

[doghead]

<snip>BTW, I'm not in the same place as you.<snip>

OOC: As far as I am aware, I am in the Red Tide lounge. Don't be confused by the drink - Saanath would ask for one at the Duke's table.

-> OOC thread.

 

[Maerdwyn]

She waits pointedly for the host to leave, and when he does, she looks at the waiter questioningly.

Ktarlewaweikye is pretty sure she doesn't know him or of him, but at the same time, his accent and the way he carries himself mark him as being of higher status than she.

After meeting her gaze for a moment, the waiter face darkens somewhat, and he averts his eyes. "Do you wish to order, Madam, did you only wish to come and witness my shame?"

At few seconds pass - extremely slowly - and then a human male steps up to the table, and says to you (first in Galangic, but then in male Trokh),

"Hello. I've eaten alone enough times to last me a while. If you would like to join me, I would be most pleased. My name is Saanath."

(OOC WIS check = 15. Enough to determine your relative SOC scores.)

 

[doghead]

OOC: the last part (underlined) is in Trokh. Sorry if that wasn't clear. Failed my Sence of Timing check too.

Should do an Awareness(?) check before I continue to see if he notices the tension. Sorry about all the OOC.

 

[Maerdwyn]

OOC: the last part (underlined) is in Trokh. Sorry if that wasn't clear. Failed my Sence of Timing check too.

Should do an Awareness(?) check before I continue to see if he notices the tension. Sorry about all the OOC.

OOC: np There's certainly a bit of a brick wall between the customer and her waiter, but it's source is a little less clear to a non-Aslan. I'll give you a
Liason (T20 equivalent of Diplomacy) check at -2 to understand the basics of what's going on: Roll = 3 + 8 = 11 vs DC 15. You note that she and the waiter may not be getting on too well, but aren't sure why. Maybe the general unfriendliness of the staff in here towards the average citizen?

 

[Seonaid]

[ OOC: Oops, sorry, I thought you two were in one, and I was in the other. ]

Ktarlewaweikye looks from the human to the Aslan and back again. She nods to the Aslan slowly, then turns to the human. "Do you have a table here?" she asks Sanaath in slightly accented Luriani.

 

[Tonguez]

Tomas emerged from the TAS hostel his passage for the trip out on the Keruuchan tucked safely into his bag. He was dressed functionally in a Belters travelling outfit his hobnailed boots clean but nonetheless scuffed like they had never been during his Navy days.

Swallowing the last of the squid burger he had been eating he rubbed his fingers on his jacket, pushed his fingers through his curly mop of hair he looked up and down the street.
'still a few hours' he thought to himself 'and noone to talk to - oh well' he shrugged and idly started walking down the street noticing as an Aslan entered the lounge, but for his own part choosing to head instead to the Bar

'McAllister's Hearth huh - wonder what the Whiskeys like, as long as its not that bloody fermented kelp!'