[T20] High Law and low justice

[doghead]

Hearing Ktarlewaweikye's order, the percy dutifully begins to bring the platter to Saanath's table - in this case the kibbeh is raw, after Aslan preference.

As his own waitress appears at the table with his pasta, and, noting the kibbeh, asks "Oh - would you like this grilled?"

"That's OK. I'll have it as is. Thanks anyway.

"Great place this," he adds with a grin.

There is a large crash, as if a large number of plates have fallen over, in the kitchen, out of view.

"Whoops."

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye suppresses the urge to throttle the man and/or lay waste to the place. "I wish to leave this place. Anything you wanted to do or give as recompense for this situation," she snarls, "can go to the human." She jerks her head in Sanaath's direction again and stalks out the door.

When she crosses the threshold, her temper begins cooling immediately, and she checks her schedule. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to head over now, she thinks to herself. She glances around quickly and then starts in the direction of the starport.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"That's OK. I'll have it as is. Thanks anyway.

"Great place this," he adds with a grin.

The waitress nods politely, then places Saanath's food on the table and withdraws, and starts talking with another waitress.

The plates crash, and everyone looks towards the kitchen.

Whoops!

Saanath's waitress says to the other: "I think they're firing Treth. Too bad. He wasa nice guy. My Ex came by after work a couple days ago and sorta roughed me up. Treth came out and tore half his face off. Wouldn't wanna be the boss right now."

A bellowing Aslan voice coming from the kitchen causes a few patrons to decide that it's time to go.

 

[Seonaid]

The commotion behind her causes Ktarlewaweikye to turn and look at the Red Tide for a long moment, but then she shrugs off her anger and starts to walk slowly, resolutely, toward the starport.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Looking the new arrival over, Quinn's eyes pause momentarily on the hardcore boots. He takes a pull off of his cigar, courteously blowing his smoke the other way. As he turns back, he grabs a couple of napkins off the bar and points a thick finger at Thomas's chest, his expression deadly serious.

Proferring the napkins, he says "You, uhhh.... you got a piece of squid on your jacket there, kid."

Before the newcommer can respond, Quinn sees the two Luriani look at each other, nod, and rise to leave. The Vargr stare and watch them until the door slides shut, and burst out laughing. McAllister, standing by Thomas asks the time. On hearing the response, he reaches into his pocket for something and throws it in Hergvaer's direction. "Yer pot t'day - four more minutes and it woulda been Jal's, though - I think you owe these fine gentlemen a drink!"

"Humpf," Hergvaer answers with mock indignance, "They were sweating for over an hour. Mine all the way." H reaches over to the hearth, behind some of the fireplace tools, and a plexisteel sheild drops down over front of the fireplace. The fire is still visible, but the heat is instantly, cut off and the HVAC system springs to life. Everyone is much more comfortable.

Then McAllister addresses the three humans in the bar: "Now, not a werrd o'this t'anybody, lads, or yer cut off. Ya ken?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

The commotion behind her causes Ktarlewaweikye to turn and look at the Red Tide for a long moment, but then she shrugs off her anger and starts to walk slowly, resolutely, toward the starport.

Passing a tavern on the way towards the starport, Ktarlewaweikye is on an intersecting path with a pair of Luriani coming out of the bar in a hurry and lost in talk. "Thank the stars we're out, but you think it's okay we left our post?" one is saying. The other: "Don't worry, they can't plan anything with the humans there. We can send someone else in a couple hours, or after -"

At this point they almost collide with Ktarlewaweikye, and one mumbles an apology. They move around you and past, soon to disappear into the crowd.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye raises an eyebrow at what surely is something she was not meant to hear. Let these ridiculous humans have their fun, she thinks to herself. She starts walking again but stops short a meter or two later. She considers the time and then goes back to where the two almost ran into her. She glances up at the sign--McAllister's--and walks in almost hesitantly, unsure of what she'll find.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarlewaweikye enters the bar and nots the climate control is working ful blasts, but the temperature is still warm compared to the outside. There are a few humans in here, at the bar itself, while a couple of Vargr seem to be relaxing in opposite corners, one by the fire, the other off almost in the dark. That one is on a datalink, looking somewhat intent. The Vargr bartender is smiling as Ktarlewaweikye comes in, and when he notices her, the smile seems to broaden. "Ah - Come in, come in. 'Tis not often we get one of yer kind here at the Hearth. What'll it be for ye?"

 

[Seonaid]

She dips her head to the bartender, a bit unsure of herself, and slides onto a bar stool. "I am looking for information." She pauses slightly. "I have information to trade for it."

 

[Maerdwyn]

She dips her head to the bartender, a bit unsure of herself, and slides onto a bar stool. "I am looking for information." She pauses slightly. "I have information to trade for it."

"Well now, lass, yer information or mine might have the werth of a full cask of Qarrzian Ale. Then again, it might have all the werth of an empty one...Ask yer question, and let's see which is which."

All the eyes in the bar are on Ktarlewaweikye.*


ooc: *unless otherwise stated, of course.