Log Date:
	1/30/97
Log Cast:
	Kuxli, Shenner, Xerxes
Log Intro:
	It's been a tense few days for the young pickpocket Shenner on
Etti IV. Even aside from the continuing disturbing absence of any real
information from her employer as to why she's on this planet, Shenner's
been getting a few pungent hints of trouble on the wind; one such was
a disturbing encounter with a redheaded man calling himself Giles,
who seemed to mistake her for somebody else -- and who didn't seem the
slightest bit hesitant to threaten her about it.
	The only bright spot in Shenner's last day or two has been
the acquiring of a new flute to replace her old one, cracked beyond
playability by the desert air of Tatooine -- and the meeting of a
young felinoid who seemed to actually _like_ Shenner's ability to
play the flute. Shenner likes the flute herself, and, determined to
get acquainted with it even as she is wary of drawing attention to
herself from the local police, she heads off to a spot within the park
where she might settle down and learn the ways of her new instrument....

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Kuxli comes into the park from the west.
Kuxli has arrived.
The young horansi pads in casually, squinting some as he glances about 
  quickly.. ears already perked up as heads down one of the inner sidewalks, 
  in the direction of an empty bench.

Sitting cross-legged on one of the benches in this place, Shenner sits, 
  blowing barely audibly through the dapple-colored flute bought earlier that 
  day in the marketplace. From the set of those shoulders and the quirk of the 
  red head, one might guess the human's immersed in concentration with the 
  instrument... but even so, the green eyes flicker up occasionally, glancing 
  across the stretch of inviolable grass and flowers.

Kuxli bats one of his ears, the jingling of the hoops just loud enough to be 
  heard.. he pauses to itch behind the ear, frowning as he glances from side 
  to side, then continuing towards the bench.

Shenner looks up at the right moment to see the feline she'd met earlier 
  passing through the park -- and her brow crinkles, gaze turning slightly 
  warier as the being passes. She doesn't alter her position on the bench, or 
  her grip on the flute, though, continuing to blow breathy, almost silent 
  notes through it.

Kuxli doesn't seem to notice Shenner's flute plying, the notes to quiet for 
  even his ears to pick up.. he lets out a growl/sigh as he sits down on a 
  bench, placing his furred hands into his lap, and sliding down some on the 
  bench, letting his gaze begin to wonder around the park.

The place is certainly peaceful enough -- no surprise there, given the regular 
  patrols of the Espos. And despite the possibly too-pristine perfection of 
  the greenery, it's soothing to look upon. Traffic noises, from both ground 
  and air, are at a minimum here, almost but not quite overruled by the 
  chatterings of small park creatures, the only life forms who seem able to 
  cross off the pathways and pavements with impunity. A trill of something 
  that might be birdsong and might be flutesong sounds once, somewhere near.

Kuxli head turns, his ears perking up even more as he hears the flute song, he 
  sits a bit straighter on the bench, glancing around.
Kuxli pauses as he spots the source, letting out a growl/sigh as his ears lay 
  back.. he stays at his bench, though keeping his attention on the flute 
  being played, and the one playing it..

Across the distance to the flute-player, it is perhaps not entirely easy to 
  tell whether Shenner's expression is moody, withdrawn, or simply held 
  carefully blank. Green eyes glance in the direction of Kuxli for a moment or 
  two, enough to register that the young human is aware of the scrutiny.

Kuxli's thin lips form into a frown before he stands slowly from his bench, 
  looking nervous as he walks over in your direction slowly, "Er, excuse me.."

Shenner's notes through the flute soften, though the instrument doesn't lower 
  from where it is held, horizontally, at the mouth. "Yeah?"

Kuxli motions with his head to the entrance of the park, keeping his furred 
  hands down by his sides, "Sorry about that before, with that one guy.. I 
  just, er.. dont want ya thinkin im some murderer or something.." he frowns 
  at how that come out, "You know how it is.. guy tried to kill my friend.."

Perhaps at the mention of the man Giles, Shenner's eyes harden ever so 
  slightly -- but at the feline's stance and demeanor, the human lowers the 
  flute. "Can't say I do know how it is. Haven't had a friend to protect from 
  murder before." The words are calm, cool, but the green gaze eases back the 
  same trifle it'd hardened before.

Kuxli nods slowly, his ears perking then laying back the nervous look still on 
  his face, "Oh, well.. not really friends anymore anyways." he shrugs, at his 
  comment, shifting his weight from one paw to the other.

Shenner watches that shifting, then comments dryly, "Uh, look... if either of 
  us has to worry about being bitten by the other, I don't think it's you."

Kuxli frowns confusedly, then nods slowly, "Oh.. uhm ok.." he runs a furred 
  hand over the short fur atop his head, "See ya then, keep playin that flute 
  to, your good at it.." then turns and begins to head off.

The human laughs lowly, again dryly, and speaks up, "Kinda nice havin' an 
  audience."

Kuxli pauses, turning back around to look at you again, his tail swishes, then 
  he speaks, "Oh, so ya dont mind if I stay and listen some?"

By way of response, the human youngling sits up a bit more on the bench, and 
  says wryly, "What, and lose my first audience on this planet -- no, kark, my 
  first audience ever?"

Kuxli grins toothidly, nodding quickly as he glances below him for a space to 
  sit.. he sits down on the ground, head tilting back slightly, "Heh, 
  surprised ya haven't got a bigger audience yet.."

"From what I've been hearing," the human murmurs softly across the mouthhole 
  of the flute, "this city ain't exactly full of music lovers." Shenner plays 
  a minor scale, slightly more loudly than the previous notes, but not loud 
  enough to carry across the park.

Kuxli heh's, giving his slight nod of agreement... going silent as Shenner 
  begins to play on the flute, leaning forward slightly.

The melody the human chooses is one that starts off furtive, keeping to that 
  minor key, almost sad. Through what might be a verse of what would be lyrics 
  if Shenner were singing, then into a simple chorus... and the verse and 
  chorus again, before the youngling begins a variation of the same. Shenner's 
  stance doesn't exactly relax as the music is made; indeed, the green eyes 
  keep a vigil over the park, and the occasional patrolling guard who glances 
  in the direction of the sound.

Kuxli keeps his attention fully on the sound of the music, sometimes even 
  closing his eyes, though opening them quickly with an embarressed 
  expression.. he leans forward, placing one furred paw under his chin as he 
  continues listening.

Shenner finishes after a short time, and remains poised there cross-legged on 
  the bench, to quirk a dark eyebrow at the attentive felinoid. "Don't know 
  the name of that one," the musician murmurs. "Heard it a few years ago."

Kuxli nods slowly, letting out a breath as he glances around, "Oh... that was 
  really good, never really heard any music like that 'live'..."

Shenner's mouth quirks, smirklike, but perhaps just a hint softer than a real 
  smirk. The human eyes you consideringly; from the look on that lean pale 
  face, one might wonder whether Shenner's thinking about whether to take the 
  compliment at face value. "People don't tend to want to listen to... 
  primitive instruments."

Xerxes comes into the park from the west.
Xerxes has arrived.
Xerxes walks in from the avenue, glancing casually about.

One of the benches in the park appears to be occupied: a slim young human with 
  short red hair sits cross-legged there, a flute in lean hands. Nearby is a 
  felinoid, and the two appear to be engaged in muted conversation.

Xerxes
        A certain calmness radiates from this youthful human. His casual 
  stance, the way his hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his bulky, 
  gray overcoat, even his rumpled brown shirt and drab black pants add to an 
  aura of quiet composure. A subtle smirk warms the features of a chiseled, 
  angular face framed by slightly disheveled brown hair. His pale green gaze, 
  however, observes the surroundings with a chilling gaze, adding an 
  unsettling quality to his placid demeanor.

Kuxli smiles slightly, a few of his fangs showing as he does so, "Heh.. thats 
  to bad, dont know what they're missin.. never been very good playin music 
  myself though, just watchin out for my hide and trying to enjoy life.. ya 
  know what I mean?"

The flute player smiles narrowly. "Yeah. _That_ I'm familiar with, at least 
  the hide-watching part." The smile broadens into a sardonic grin. "Workin' 
  on the enjoying life part."

Kuxli matches the grin, nodding his furry head slightly, "Yeah, things ain't 
  be easy for myself either lately, specially with all the crud goin on down 
  here."

Xerxes continues his stroll casually, taking a seat on a bench almost 
  randomly. He now sits slightly removed from the other park-goers.

"So I been hearin'..." If the flute-player's remark is anything but casual, 
  there's no sign of it; if anything, the brief skyward glance that Shenner 
  gives is tinged with enough everyday-folkish awe to relay that the human is 
  merely expressing dismay over common news. Whatever that common news might 
  happen to be.

Kuxli sighs shallowly, "Yeah, somethin bad is bound to happen..." he shakes 
  his head slowly, then changes the subject, "Hey, you heard that band in the 
  dance dome?"

Xerxes removes an illuminated data-pad from an inner pocket of his coat. With 
  a sigh and shake of his head, he begins scrolling its contents, the lighted 
  display throwing strange shadows across his face.

Shenner leans back against the bench's back, smiling lopsidedly. "Yeah. Been 
  spending the last coupla days checkin' 'em out, figure as long as I got 
  credits to spend might as well put 'em there, where I can get some music to 
  listen to..."

Kuxli itches the back of his neck lightly, then nods as you finish speaking, 
  "Cool.. ya that place has decent food to, heh never got up the courage to go 
  in the anti-grav dance floor though..." he finishes with an enourmous yawn, 
  covering his mouth of sharp fangs with a furred hand.

Shenner's dark eyebrows quirk up. "It looked... interesting." The crooked 
  smile remains on the young human's face, and the green eyes turn pondering. 
  Then the flute player peers a bit closer at the felinoid, and adds, "Late 
  for you?"

Kuxli grins slightly, "Yeah, long drop though if it breaks or somethin..." his 
  ears lay back slightly, and he shrugs at the question, "Just been up a 
  while.."

Shenner snickers. "Gotta be really good to take on dancing there solo, I'd 
  guess. Me, I like having my feet on the ground." The flutist adds, amiably, 
  "You need to go crash somewhere, hey, don't let me keep you up."

Kuxli heh's quietly, "Know whatcha mean..." he lets out a tired sigh, then 
  stands from his place on the ground, he smiles toothidly, "Thanks for playin 
  that music for me, different then the normal selection in the these parts.." 
  he turns slowly, starting to walk away, then turns his head and adds, "Take 
  care." then resumes his walk out.

Shenner inclines that dark red head, once, before settling back on the bench, 
  as the felinoid departs.

Kuxli leaves the park to the west.
Kuxli has left.

Once Kuxli has vanished out of the park, the flute player stretches once, and 
  gives a casual glance around the placid little stretch of greenery.

Xerxes continues to examine his data-pad, regarding it with a shake of his 
  head at regular intervals.

At this hour, with the park grown quieter, perhaps the flutist is reluctant to 
  disturb the silence by any more unnecessary sound. The flute is slipped into 
  a sheath of leather, and the human gets up, slinging the flute's 
  carry-sheath over one slender shoulder.

Xerxes makes a few final entries, then subtlely tucks the data-pad back into 
  recesses of his coat. A deep breath and glance at the sky, leave the human 
  reclined on his bench, apparently quite comfortable in the night's stillness.

Shenner ambles down the paved walkway from the bench previously occupied, 
  coming closer to the reclining one, keeping a casual if brisk pace.

Xerxes remains nearly motionless on his bench. His eyes locked on the sky 
  above, his chest rising and falling with deeply relaxed breathing.

Shenner maks a path past the other's bench, on a course out of the park. The 
  sheathed flute bumps slightly against the youngster's back in the rhythm of 
  Shenner's stride.

[End log.]