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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I'll post tomorrow...
And Blake does keep secrets, but more on her past than anything else.
No need to go to the downloads, just click on the hyperlink in Olan's post.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 02:49:22.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: So you were like this for real back in the day?
It's a wonder you didn't get shot by your own side ! lol
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 20:39:34.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Have we lost Grugg already?
Nothing since his first post???
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 17:14:25.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Blake again
Charlie noted the wireless indicator light up as soon as she booted her laptop, and swiftly logged on an accessed the personnel files. While they downloaded, she noted Hart approaching her bunk and sitting down next to her.
"So," Hart declared, "tryin ta get the lowdown on me, eh? Ya could just tryin askin about me instead of swingin away at those keys."
Charlie slid her eyes over the slight man beside her and her scarlet mouth quirked upwards in a half smile. “You’re welcome to tell me all you want, darlin’, and I believe the Looey just asked you to, but I like to have the official skinny on my peeps. Specs, recs, and missions…the military has nothing on baseball for collecting all sorts of stats on a person, and that’s data to this squint. The Looey’s fond of them, too so if he asks, I fetch. Coolio?”
Charlie looked up from her monitor when Bjornnsen approached and while her expression was open and friendly, it curdled a bit when the medic snapped a salute before asking,” Sir, Can Do you have access to the blood types of the all the team members?"
“What did I say about salutes, Inga? Lord knows I’m no reg-lover so give it rest unless you’ll hurt yourself trying, k? And yes, I can and do: that’s standard info in everyone’s file.” She proceeds to point at each team member, fingers shaped like a gun, announcing their blood types (without looking back at the files) before pointing to herself.
“Me? O negative – the universal donor. Guess I’m on tap in an emergency!”
Posted on 2007-10-24 at 16:52:14.
Edited on 2007-10-24 at 16:57:46 by Vanadia
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Brianna not equal to Dragon Mistress, or maybe yes?
I thought I was in error in thinking you were the same person, but if you are going to post under each other's user ID's, this poor player is never going to be able to keep you straight.
I'm old, and pregnant, and sleep-deprived...
And Olan, catching my character on the exchange rate was bang on, and well deserved! I worked it into her character that she realizes her error but of course, blames the humans for their divisive ways, lol. Next time, I change my money!
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 21:18:22.
Edited on 2007-10-22 at 21:20:40 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sorry this is late - added in a paragraph after seeing Bromern's post
All in all, Willow felt the “discussion” with Trish was going well. Trish could be stubborn and ornery at times, and would play the mute card from time to time, but Willow was not the same pushover she’d been as a young girl. She’d gained a backbone along the way, along with a varied set of skills for getting her own way. She’d taken the bracelet into her gloved hands when Trish mouthed the last word Willow expected to ever see.
Dreamdrowse
Willow almost dropped the bracelet as if it was infectious, and she fought the atavistic urge to cringe away from the object she held. She knew of dreamdrowse, well enough, both as a doctor who had seen the ravages of drug addiction and a Companion trained in judicious use of recreational drugs. Some clients wanted or needed the extra sensations provided by pharmaceuticals, and she knew the legal status and the common sexual applications of most drugs on all of the planets.
Dreamdrowse was different. It was what her order referred to as a soul-eater, and no companion would allow him or herself to be associated with its use. No companion would breach client confidentiality to report it, but a contract could be broken without any repercussions if a client tried to introduce dreamdrowse into the loveplay. Willow, as an apprentice, had never been in such a situation, but she’d heard the stories.
“Definitely something we will keep between ourselves, Auntie,” Willow managed at last, but her voice was not as light as it was before. “At least until we know what we are up against, agreed? The boys have been twitchy enough with all that’s going on, no need bringing them news of an undiagnosed problem. I’d like to hang onto this, I’ll see if I can test it for any trace of the…substance you mentioned.”
(OOC: If Auntie agrees, Willow will secure the bracelet in her drug cabinet in sick bay. Otherwise, she’ll surrender it with the promise to get it back when she’s ready to deal with it.)
Willow made her way back to her room, and thumbed her console up into research mode. She started looking into the reagents needed to test for active ingredients for dreamdrowse and other related hallucinogenics. For now, she restricted her search to databases stored on the ship’s computer, no need to set off alarm bells on the cortex.
“Need some suggestions, folks,” Wyatt’s voice came over the intercom and Willow paused to listen. “Seems we’ve slipped into the boots of expected guests, only we’re not gonna be received too well once we dock an’ the good folks down there realize we ain’t who they was expectin’. Then, as I see it, it’ll all come t’ light that we just ran the gauntlet and the bloody Consortium’ll be itchin’ for our scalps.
“Though, the other side t’ the coin is, we hoof it for greener pastures elsewhere an’ we’re like as not t’ get the Consortium all spit shining their iron and testin’ their hangin’ rope all the same. Either way, seems we’re humped ‘less we can come up with somethin’ Da Chung Wu Dahn
Willow thought for a moment before opening the intercom for a shipwide reply. “Willow here, Captain-San. Those folks on the surface surely know about the blockade, and are likely hurting from it. We may not be the folks they are clearly expecting, but we do bear the ice they need and the Consortium is trying to keep from them. Maybe they’ll be disappointed, but hardly likely to blow the whistle on a shipment that somebody planetside is expecting. Why not respond that you’re confused by the warm reception but have a load of ice that just might be worth celebrating? Give us sometime to know what we’re getting into, at least.”
Willow heard a few other replies and then Sung’s final response. Being the “face” of Rocinante wasn’t something new, and she was used to being the only part of the crew anyone remembered. She knew just how to dress to that effect, too!
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 21:09:01.
Edited on 2007-10-22 at 21:10:12 by Vanadia
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: On land again
En’Aranthea gazed at the captain a moment before looking down at the coins in her gauntleted hand. When she realized her error, her cheeks and eartips coloured rosily, ad she gave the captain a rueful look.
“It is still astonishing to me that the face of a ruler on a coin may make such a difference in it’s value, but I am a stranger to these parts and its ways. Forgive my clumsy attempt to save our meager coin against the days ahead, I meant no disrespect.”
The arrangements for the horses were made quickly enough, and En’Aranthea was glad enough to spare the younger siblings the journey. They would have not been comfortable on ship, nor within the treacherous confines of a swamp.
On board, En’Aranthea enjoyed the seaspray on her face, and used her fighter’s training to find a way of balancing against the ship’s swaying movement as Varuna began to play a tune upon his flute. En’Aranthea listened a moment, and noted that it was similar to an old song about the courtship of Kith-jora and Cardista, goddess of the sea. She waited until Varuna reached the bridge of his tune, then joined in, singing of the two immortal lovers in Sylvari.
When the time came, she thanked the captain and stepped carefully into the rowboat with the sullen Tod. Once upon land, she took the lead to head towards the lighthouse, picking her way carefully from seemingly solid foothold to the next.
When the javelin landed at her feet, En’Aranthea stopped immediately, and her sword seemed to appear in her hands, so quickly was it drawn, though pointed downwards. She did not begin her battle-song, however, waiting to see what would happen next. She knew that the party would be clearly seen for a distance, therefore, the javelin’s aim was warning, not attack.
The sla’kar stepped out to face the party, it’s pose similarly ready, but not immediately threatening. En’Aranthea guessed that others waited hidden, javelins at the ready, should the party make the wrong move. En’Aranthea held up a hand to still Valendara’s commentary, and forestall any attack from the others.
“We are seeking a path to the lighthouse beyond you; our ship could get no closer in safety. We mean you no harm, nor do we seek to trespass on your lands, “she stated quietly and calmly.
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 16:37:57.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Blake on a walkabout
If Charlie was bothered by the major’s dismissal of the scramjet’s programming flaw, she didn’t let it show. Either he was the highly efficient type who delegated and trusted his people to get it done, or he was a meathead who dismissed anything he didn’t understand. Either way, she wasn’t going to be here long enough for it to affect her, she hoped.
She drew in the heat of the room gratefully, as she followed the others through the building. She noted the names of their new team members and wondered if the place was set up for wireless. She shrugged, knowing she’d find out soon enough, then peeled off to follow Private Chogan to the barracks.
She grinned at the private’s questions, realizing the young man was starved for new faces and voices. She turned away his questions with a light,” Hey, you probably know as much as we do, right now, soul-ja, but those “objects” in the hangar sound random! Let’s see if we can’t swing over there after I drop my stuff and meet the new blood, k?”
Charlie’s kohl-lined eyes danced with amusement as she looked over the two new additions, a real exploration of military regs for maximum and minimum size. Of course, the two snapped to attention immediately, though one was still human enough to give her the once over in mid-salute. She winked back at him before anyone glanced her way.
She let the Looey and Sarge take the lead in handling salutes and intros, but smiled at the two noobs in a friendly way. When Kernan mentioned Blake having their profiles, Charlie slung her laptop out of her pack and started to boot it up, while still walking towards a bunk. The way she balanced the laptop on one hand while keying with the other spoke of long practice.
“Gimme a moment, sir, I’ll get the 411 in two shakes of a lamb’s tail if this place has wireless.”
OOC: If there’s no wireless access, she’ll explain as much and have Chogan take her to where she can connect and download the new team members’ dossiers. Then, she’ll go see about those items in the hangar. No offense to the new guys, but “stuff” is more interesting to our tech than “staff” .
Posted on 2007-10-20 at 14:58:30.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: We can't all be Arien...
...some of us do our planning BEFORE we get somewhere 
Posted on 2007-10-20 at 00:36:22.
Edited on 2007-10-20 at 00:38:07 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Ahem!
Somebody (cough) owes me(cough) a BLUEPRINT (cough)...so I'll post, but there will be a short one introducing the idea of having a walkthrough of teh floor plans, but won't be able to actually do it until I see something (cough)
Posted on 2007-10-19 at 21:31:32.
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Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: Now playing at the Red Dragon
There was a period in time when there were a lot of new players on the site, and there must have been a particular influence on them that I managed to evade....for some reason or another, everyone wanted to play a "half dragon" something or other....usually a lycanthrope.
Seriously made me doubt I would ever join another game here for a while, lol
Posted on 2007-10-19 at 02:58:37.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Next round
Dapple watched the battle unfold with cold attention; her only concern was avoiding direct confrontation while waiting for the best opportunity. These Greens were going after the obvious threats, leaving the mages and her own self mostly alone. She didn’t fool herself into believing herself well hid; the shadows here were meager and one bolt had already found her, even if it lost it’s bite within the folds of her loose clothing.
Look bigger than you are, and some will decide to leave you alone. Those that do attack may miss something vital, like them bulldogs with all the extra skin ‘round their necks… Nightshadow had counseled her, those many years ago, and it had proven to be good advice.
The Green closest to her quickly recovered his wits and began to attack Kilgim in earnest, foregoing the seemingly ineffective crossbows for sword. Dapple edged as far awy as she could and began to circle him, waiting for the fatal distraction to show itself.
OOC: Dapple will attempt to backstab, but if the soldier is too aware of her, she’ll time a kick at the back of his knees to coincide with Kilgim’s next attack. Really hard to fight two opponents when your legs are swept out from under you!
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 18:32:47.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Agreed!
But as Alacrity commented to me when he read everyone's intentions, it had such potential to go hilariously wrong...can you picture Arien hitting the greased stairs and falling up the stairs into the commander and intercepting one of Dapple's daggers along the way? 
Or, what if the table had levitated as Dapple was vaulting over it....can you spell "face plant" boys and girls?
Sometimes, it's not the DM or NPC's who get us...we can be our own worst enemies....
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 20:37:07.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wha?
ummm...we're victims of a case of mistaken identity and while we may not be the ones they are all excited about, we DO have something they want...the ice, remember?
Why would we fake a crash to avoid landing?? Willow's going to suggest she be the first one off the ship to greet the crowd. Chances are that no one will even see the rest of ya
Maybe Dash should go see the doc about that "galloping paranoia" you got there...she probably has an ointment that can clear it up in no time!
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 20:59:54.
Edited on 2007-10-12 at 21:05:43 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Welcome to Ayrn, too!
Will work up a post later today...just need some info from the DM 
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 11:38:06.
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Topic: What do you do....
Subject: I'll have a go
Put 'im in a dress and call him Sally, put 'im in a dress and call him Sally, put 'im in a dress and call him Sally, earlye in the morning!
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 11:34:55.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Welcome Vesper!
Glad to have you aboard! Is the grenadier a player, too, or an NPC, I wonder?
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 11:00:35.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: Haggling? Something new!
En’Aranthea made a show of looking over the boat (or should she think of it as a ship? Why have so many words for the same thing?) as she pondered their options. Certainly they couldn’t take the horses on such a small craft, and a lighthouse would be unlikely to have stabling for them, as well. Marshes were no place for horses, either, even ones as clever and lightfooted as those bred by the Sylvari.
"An hour should be long enough to get our horses stabled until we return, " Valendara mused out loud, and En’Aranthea nodded in agreement, sharing a look with the mage.
“Agreed, and what you say has merit, Captain Thirsef. As for the fee, you did say that you were faced with the loss of a day’s fishing. Surely 10 levens for all of us would be fair payment for your time and your crew’s ?”
OOC: Just a wee post, but Ena will work out a fair fee and arrange to return in an hour’s time after stabling the horses back at the inn – you may need to tell me how much coin Ena has, btw, she’ll cover party costs as often as the others give her the chance to.
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 01:38:39.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Nuh-uh, you did not go there!
If ever there was a time we need Jal's magic to go RIGHT, now's the time, lol
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 14:11:13.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: A fork in the path not taken
Dapple stood within her own pooled misery as Arien declared his intention to rescue Alloryn and one by one, the others, even those who had known him a scant number of days, pledged to follow. What did one have to be to inspire such loyalty? All Dapple ever inspired was hate, contempt or at best, indifference. She swallowed bitter acid and hunched within her cloak.
You’re a half breed monster, no one will ever want to be around you, let alone die for you, mocked the dead voice within her soulless void. and it is just as well. Watch the foolish lambs, following the judas goat into slaughter. Now we can head back out, and find more profitable business. There’ll be other sheep to fleece, and more Greens to slay, little one.
Dapple watched the party disappear up the hallway, and she cast one long glance at the way behind her, leading back to safety and the life of slinking at the edge of society, powerful in her own meager ways. She heaved a sigh and padded off behind the others, quickly catching up and reaching Char’s side, ignoring the punishing pain that clutched at throat and chest. She avoids meeting anyone’s eyes, and her face is grim, projecting as much anger and disgust as she’s ever let show.
Once they reach the room with the Greens, Dapple pushes against the wall to her left and let’s her cloak loose around her, presenting as confusing an outline as possible, but knowing the Greens will aim for the center of any body. “Let’s just hope these bolts have the same defective poison on them,” she told herself before launching two daggers at the commander. She immediately drew two more, these ones designed for hand fighting, and surveyed the room, deciding her best path to encircle the table and attack from behind.
(OOC: If not clear from above post, Dapple will attack with missile weapons in this round, then look for a back stab opportunity once the others have engaged the Greens behind the table. She’ll hide in shadows to maneuver if possible, otherwise, will use her tumble attack to vault over the table and greens and attack from behind with feet and daggers.)
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 14:07:37.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Back posting a reply to Inga
When Charlie sat back in her harness, the medic leaned over to put her head closer to Charlie’s. "Sir, by any chance did you see what the wrong coordinates were?", she asked quietly, and though her voice was neutral, Charlie could see the concern in her eyes.
So a little healthy paranoia lives in at least one of the drones Charlie thought to herself, That’s reassuring. This one knows to watch her back, even among friendlies…
Out loud, she responded lightly,” Oh yes, Marcy, I did,” and she rattled off the old coordinates without a pause,” I’ll look them up on a map but it looked like a simple transposition of digits. No real biggie. We’d a’been a little off course and would have had to hoof it in the cold, which, I wouldn’t have been to happy about.” She kept the lack of fuel to herself, not wanting to worry the others more than necessary once the danger had passed.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:35:42.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 10:59:12 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: C-c-c-ld thoughts
Charlie blinked at the coordinates on screen and the enigmatic message “incorrect course detected” and wondered what idiotic codeslinger would design an interface that didn’t verify such things during input, instead of after the flight had already commenced. “And they wonder why the space program is so screwed up,” she muttered to herself.
After some searching, (and the occasional admonishing slap of the monitor), Charlie was able to enter the correct coordinates and was relieved to find them accepted.
“Ok, peeps, just a typo on our destination. Hang onto your cookies in case the course correction is a little abrupt,” she announces cheerfully and makes her way back to her harness. Fortunately, the scramjet adjusts course without any dramatic maneuvers and the rest of the journey is spent holding her laptop for the lieutenant.
Meanwhile, Charlie ponders the significance of the error that could have sent them off course and running out of fuel god-knows-where. She was under no illusions that she wouldn’t outlive her usefulness to the government; the contents of her head were too dangerous to be allowed out on the free market. No, she was pretty certain that as soon as some uber-geek emerged to beat her at her own game, she’d have an accident of some sort…but that hadn’t happened yet. Had it? This would be a pretty expensive way to get rid of you, kiddo, she told herself, not to mention the loss of personnel that the Rangers seem to hold in some regard…nope, this was just incompetence. When your number’s up, you’ll get that motorcycle you want, with a deadly flaw…or you’ll have a “successful” suicide attempt….not something this flamboyant and expensive…
With that reassuring (at least to Charlie’s mind) thought, she opened up the file on quantum physics, and soaked up as much as she could.
At the station, Charlie bounces out into the cold and immediately wishes she could bounce right back into the relative warmth of the jet. No matter how many layers she’d put on, this kind of cold seared through layers effortlessly, and she felt ice crystals forming in her bone marrow.
She didn’t want her chattering teeth to give her away, so the talkative tech was uncharacteristically silent as Major Carrolton greeted the Looey. She’d let him ask any questions, and the others if they had’em, for now, she wasn’t going to let any body heat out through her mouth if she could help it.
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 19:52:35.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Postage
Yeah, in all fairness, I owe you guys a post so you know what happened
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 19:29:51.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: A'journeying again
At Dinner
When Tal stood up and proclaimed his readiness to head out, En’Aranthea saw the consternation on the faces of the others, however well they tried to school their expressions. Fortunately, she was accustomed to her cousin’s impetuous nature.
“Sit, cousin,” she said lightly, her voice warm with affection,” T’is a lighthouse that awaits us, not some lady love anxious to join you in worship of Orianna. I see little point in sending our tired horses stumbling out in the dark if it is several days’ journey. “
In the morning
Refreshed from a night of rest, En’Aranthea rose with the first light and headed down to the stableyard, the closest open area she’d noted in town. There, she proceeded to step through the graceful forms of the Eighty Nine Steps, the art of the Bladesingers. A tuneless song rising softly from her throat as she paced the deadly dance of blade and body, her braids swirled in the early rays of light.
She repeated the forms twice more, each time faster yet, until she was a blur of movement, seemingly too fast to be seen. At the last step of the triune, she came to rest, braids settling around her bowed head and song fading away. She bowed to the sun, sent her blade home to its sheath, and returned indoors to pack her belongings.
At the bar’s counter, En’Arenthea listens gravely to Barl’s directions , and thanks him gravely for the hospitality and advice. Heading back out to the stables, she readies Melyanna for the day, noting the others at their preparations.
Valendara speaks about about taking a ship as far as they can, and the bladesinger nods in agreement. “As long as we can find one large enough to accommodate the horses, I would agree with saving the time traveling through marshy land. Bad enough we will need to make our way back through it.”
If the others are in agreement, the bladesinger will lead the way to the docks, stopping at whatever market the town possesses for provisions for several days.
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 11:45:02.
Edited on 2007-10-02 at 14:27:34 by Ayrn
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Spinning webs
Leaving the matter of flying to those that knew it, Willow turned her attention to matters she’d taken in as a child along with mother’s milk: gossip and intrigue. After making herself presentable again, she made herself a cup of chai and sat at her computer console.
A few quick taps at the keys and she was facing her Auntie Sun once more. They chatted briefly about family and Aunt Sun even offered her own pithy recount of Asher’s date with Beth, which had Willow smiling and laughing fondly, both at Asher’s sweet naiveté and Sunni’s outrageousness. “Only you could insult a judge’s wife and get away with it! If your channa masala weren’t so good, you’d have been sent to the Rim planets as a cook years ago!”
After a while, Willow turned the conversation to the kitten, and it’s precious “collar”. She made it known that she knew where the kitten was and asked Sunni to inquire through discreet channels about means of returning the kitten and gaining a reward. The reward was secondary, of course, and at least half would go to Sunni for paying bribes, but Willow didn’t want anyone to even get a whiff of where the kitten had been. “Don’t teach your granny how to suck eggs!” retorted Auntie Sun when Willow reminded her to use as many intermediaries as possible,” I was sending the bosses on wild goose hunts while you were still running around naked as a jaybird. And, “she grinned wickedly,” I mean as a child, and not as part of any professional engagement.”
Willow laughed in response and the two women ended their conversation with more fond chatter. The former Companion knew the matter was in good hands: Sunipta had access to people when they were relaxed and not on their guard, and no wealthy person noticed the person serving them. Many of Sunni’s hostesses had gone on to serve in well to do households, and they never forgot who gave them their start in life. If there was a way to get the kitten returned without tracing it back to the Rocinante, Sunni would find it.
Willow touched up eyes and lipstick, then sent a wave to Dodger. As usual, he didn’t come to the console, so it was a carefully worded message that Willow left. She asked about a bounty hunter by the name of Ludlow (describing him since that likely wasn’t his name), and any jobs he may have undertaken in the last little while. She said merely that their paths had crossed (making no mention of Ludlow’s fatal bout of lead poisoning) and that she was understandably concerned about undue influences in their current task. She wished Dodger well and hoped that she would be able to visit again soon.
With the console off, Willow picked up a few items on the way back to the kitchen and found Trish there, as she assumed she would. She set the chai cup aside for washing and touched Trish’s arm softly. “I want to know what has you so fired up about that bracelet, Auntie dear,” Willow began,” The kitten has us all concerned for the trouble it can bring to our door, but you are spooked by the bracelet itself. I want to have a good look at it,” and she held up a pair of surgical gloves from the medical bay,” without you taking it away from me again. We’ll also need to talk….so spill, Trish dear.” With a determined look on her lovely face, Willow pushed her last two items over the counter towards the older woman: a notepad and pencil.
Posted on 2007-09-30 at 14:10:44.
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