Log Date:
	12/30/98

Log Cast:
	Avy, Shenner, Sinjon, Han Solo, Arys, Jeff Boesch, Arands, Jairen,
Aerilaya, Dyzzi, Jamison, Rodo, Ariani (NPC), Morrison, Terrin, Emma (NPC)

Log Intro:
	Shenner has finally done it -- gotten herself accepted into the
University of Caspar. It's the night before her very first day of classes,
and she's nervously awaiting the experience of setting foot for the first time
on a university campus as one of its students.
	But even this auspicious occasion can't stand in the way of her
need to investigate the truth of some disturbing rumors she comes across,
rumors pertaining to Princess Leia Organa-Solo. Although she hasn't seen
much of her NR acquaintances for months now, still, Shenner is profoundly
disturbed by the news that the Princess was attacked and quite possibly
might even be dead. And accordingly, she braves the biting winter that has
settled across Plaxton City, heading to the governmental district in search
of the person best able to give her answers about the matter: her boss,
the President of Caspar, Avy Laarken...

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You enter the President's office.
President's Office - People's Hall
        A huge Alderaanian Oak desk dominates the center of this room and is a 
  whirlwind of papers and datapads. On the front edge sits an etched glass 
  nameplate that reads "Avalyshaar Laarken, President, Caspian System". A 
  large antique chair sits behind the desk, upholstered in a rich royal blue. 
  Engraved onthe wall behind the desk is the Caspian crest, and crossed in 
  front of it are the Caspian flag and the Presidential flag.
        In front of the desk sit three chairs, each upholstered in a creamy 
  ivory fabric. The floor is carpeted in a similiar ivory and has the Caspian 
  Cason Hawk emblazoned in it. The walls are painted in a pale blue, enhancing 
  the overall spaciousness and warmth of the room. The eastern wall is covered 
  from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books set into the heavy 
  bookshelves. On the western wall hang the portraits of the CDU's former 
  presidents, in order of their tenure; Gerrin, Lyr_Dunwell, and most 
  recently, Kadgie Rodo. The scent of warm coffee fills the room, wafting from 
  an archaic pot that sits on a small table near the door. Through a large 
  window along the northern wall, you can see the picturesque view of the 
  residential districts of Plaxton City, and that the night sky  is covered 
  with dark clouds with the wind howling and sending snow in every direction. 
  Ice covers the buildings and streets, and icicles hang off street signs. 
               -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> HoloTerm <03-00-01>
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Sinjon_Teague
=> Avy
=> Desk
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <S>outh leads to Presidential Reception Room - People's Hall.

Avy looks at you for a moment.

The door whooshes open, and from out in the corridor, the secretary's voice 
  calls out softly, "Madame President, you have another visitor." The visitor 
  in question turns out to be the slender, heavily clad figure of Shenner; the 
  young musician is wearing a bulky jacket with a hood that the wind must have 
  blown off her face, for her red hair has blown into a tangled mass about her 
  face. Her cheeks are red with cold, and she rasps out huskily as she's 
  escorted in, "Thanks..."

Avy sits at her desk, long fingers wrapped around a large steaming gray mug of 
  what smells like the tea that she keeps hidden behind the counter at the 
  SandBar that only she tends to drink. "Shenner!" She says, surprised. "Hey 
  there... Whats up?"

The young musician is doing a good impression of looking half-frozen; did she 
  walk all the way here from the Sandbar, or perhaps even Rekkie Sheldon's 
  house? One might wonder. "Sorry to disturb ya," she blurts out in a hasty 
  rush, anxiety visible in her eyes as she loosens the fastenings of her 
  jacket, "but I-I heard some real bad news, ma'am, and I just had to find out 
  if it's true, and you seemed like the best person to ask, so I hope it's 
  okay that I came in here...!"

Avy's eyes widen as Shenner speaks. "Come in, hon." she starts, "Get warm. You 
  look freezing. Of *course* its okay that you came here. You're always 
  welcome... You want some tea to warm you up?" She continues, a smidge of 
  worry in her eyes. "What is it you heard?"

Sinjon seems that he about to say something when he is interrupted by the 
  bardling's entrance at the doorway. He stands and waves Shen towards the 
  warm chair he was occupying just a few moments ago. "Please sit down..."

"Is Princess Leia really hurt again?" Shenner bursts out, her eyes stricken, 
  her voice ragged with apparent worry. Only after delivering this urgent 
  query does she seem to register the presence of the Horansi in the room, and 
  she shoots Sinjon a glance full of a near-desperate need for reassurance. 
  She stands there blinking for a moment or two, then, at his urging her into 
  the chair; her hands stop unthinkingly at the upper fastenings of her coat.

A confirming frown dominates Avy's face, and she nods with an exasperated 
  sigh. "I'm... Well, Shen, I'm afraid she has been." The redheaded 
  president's face losing what little color it had left. "Someone attacked 
  her, hon."

Sinjon pulls the other chair up to the desk and sits himself down. "I have not 
  felt any disturbances in the Force to indicate that she was killed as the 
  reports are making it sound. I would guess she is safe and recovering in one 
  of the various medical facilities on Caspar?" rumbles the Horansi.

Chair... oh, okay. Chair. Shenner swallows, and then sinks into the chair 
  Sinjon has vacated for her. "That... Valak guy didn't get her, did he?" she 
  rasps, trying to sound as steady as possible. Between the roughening from 
  the cold her voice has taken and her obvious worry, her words come out quite 
  small.

A lengthy sigh is the first thing Avy is able to emote. After a moment she 
  begins softly. "The Princess is well. Or...Better, at least. She's taken 
  refuge in one of Plaxton's finest hospitals, and is healing quickly. I've 
  seen her and spoken to her." Her voice continuing softly, and her eyes 
  trailing to look out the iced window onto thick swirls of snow. "I.. Well, I 
  don't think it was Valak..." she assures. "I don't even really think it was 
  Imperial."

Sinjon nods, "I doubt it was Valek. He would have unleased his power with not 
  much thought to others. This act speaks of a much more subtle hand, one that 
  wishes to sow chaos and discord rather than the outright assassination of a 
  New Republic personna."

Shenner swallows as she fidgets with unwinding the long scarf from around her 
  neck, a green and gray striped thing that she must have recently acquired; a 
  year's end present from one of the band, perhaps. Her green gaze flicks 
  between Avy and Sinjon, and after a moment, she nods as firmly as she can 
  manage, squaring her shoulders. "O....kay," she breathes out huskily. "I'm 
  glad she's okay..."

Avy smiles lopsidedly and sinks back into her chair. "She is. Concerned 
  though, as are both Sinjon and I." Her gray eyes seem worn out as she looks 
  to the young bardling. "In fact it was the very subject of conversation when 
  you arrived."

Sinjon nods and takes a sip of his now cold tea. "So we know the nature of the 
  person commiting this act. If this person was indeed able to manipulate the 
  Force, they would be able to hide their true self. I think the best course 
  of action would be to let the New Republic know that the princess is fine 
  and that the government of Caspar is investigating the incident thoroughly," 
  says the Horansi.

Shen glances at Sinjon again, and interjects, "Did y'all call General Solo--?" 
  She cuts off, then, and starts to rise, adding gruffly, "Look, don't let me 
  interrupt you two, I better scram, if you're gonna do business and 
  everything..."

Standing and making her way back to the teapot, Avy shakes her head and 
  motions to Shenner to stay. "Oh, no no, Shen...No need. We're just worried 
  too, and trying to figure out what sort of person would have done this. No 
  formal business here. Sinjon and I are friends." she sighs. "I didn't 
  contact General Solo - Nor any New Republic personel. I was under the 
  impression that Leia did that, or her gaurds. But, I could be mistaken. 
  Maybe I should try to contact him..."

Sinjon smiles broadly at Shen, "No, no... Please stay! Your insight is welcome 
  as always. I was mearly trying to narrow down who it might be. I think I 
  might have to have a word with the princess and see what kind of impression 
  she got before being knocked around." Sinjon holds out his mug for a refresh 
  of his tea.

Shen briefly tucks one corner of her lower lip under her teeth, before 
  catching herself and deliberately modulating the expression to a small 
  lopsided grin. Her eyes put forth a surge of gratitude, though it doesn't 
  quite make it into her voice as she says sheepishly, "Well, he's her husband 
  and everything, somebody better tell him, if she's hurt..."

Refreshing Sinjon's mug of tea, then her own, Avy again offers some to 
  Shenner. "Well, I can put in a call to his formal office." she says, setting 
  the pot down on the edge of her desk and beginning to rustle through 
  datapads. "I have the holo connection number available. It's late over 
  there, but he may still be... around."

Sinjon sighs as Avy refills his mug, "Thank you. It is always a pleasure to 
  speak with you in your office on a cold day," he chuckles. "I think it would 
  be for the best to let him know, in case it had slipped by one of the 
  Princess's aides. One of them may get the idea that it would be best to tell 
  Mr. Solo LONG after the event just to save him 'worry and trouble' over it. 
  Political aides are often like that," Sinjon intones with a wry smile.

"Thanks," comes the low mutter from Shenner as she accepts Avy's offer of the 
  tea. She ducks her gaze down to her scarf and coat as she finishes undoing 
  the fastenings, leaving the green and gray striped ends of the scarf 
  dangling off either of her shoulders. She then adds gruffly, "He'll probably 
  be real cranky. If the NR agents are at all on the ball he probably knows 
  somethin' already." Having delivered this statement, perhaps rather 
  incongruously in comparison to what she usually has to say to anybody, she 
  starts gulping down tea.

Avy's brows furrow and she nods. "It may be worth a shot though. Even if he's 
  cranky, at least...hopefully... he'll understand that it's for the benifit 
  of making sure he has the information." she manages distractedly as she 
  continues to rifle through datapads. "Ah!" she finally says, apparantly 
  having found the holonumber.

Purring softly, Sinjon sits back. His eyes half closed in contimplation of 
  Leia's assailant. His tail swishes back and forth, unconciously as takes 
  another sip of his tea. "A lightsaber is not a common weapon either. I would 
  have to say that it will show up soon, or maybe we might be able to track it 
  ourselves since it is an extension of a Jedi.. in that the Force flows 
  through the wielder and weapon when in combat or defense." Sinjon sits up 
  taping a paw pad against his lips again in thought.

"They got a lightsaber?" Shen goes still in mid-gulp, her gaze shooting to 
  Sinjon once more across the top of her mug.

Avy pauses in mid-rustle, the datapad in her hand. She looks to Shenner and 
  nods slowly. "They did. They left her unconsious and took her lightsaber." 
  She says, a scowl of discontent very present on her face. "I... I can't 
  believe it." she frowns, continuing with her movement and heading towards 
  the holoterminal and punching in whatever number it is that she has on the 
  datapad.

The connection goes through, relayed out through the secure channels of the 
  Presidental Hall, taking a few moments to follow galactic connection relays 
  to access the equally secure channel available only to very highly placed 
  individuals in the ranks of the New Republic... or highly placed individuals 
  sympathetic to the New Republic. The terminal readouts indicate a connect... 
  and then all at once, an image rezzes into view.

Sinjon slowly shakes his head, "I agree with you. It seems that Caspar has 
  been attracting a darker element as of late. I would have to believe it is 
  the influence of that Foresaken, Ozzle. I believe that Avy taking up the 
  mantle of leadership will add to the Light which flows from us all." He 
  smiles warmly at Shenner adding, "You too of course Ms. Shenner!"

Avy smiles warmly at Sinjons' compliment, yet dons a stoic face as the 
  Holoterminal connects.

Shenner squints at Sinjon, making a face at his sidelong comment to her, and 
  mutters under her breath, "If you say so..." But when the holoterminal 
  produces its image for the President, the girl falls silent, her attention 
  flashing to the image of the disheveled-haired Corellian visage coming into 
  view.

It's Han Solo, all right, and it's obvious that the man's been at his own 
  holoterminal -- for who knows how long, for the collar of his uniform shirt 
  is undone, and there's the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow darkening his 
  jawline. He wastes absolutely no time with pleasantries, and immediately 
  barks out, "President Laarken, I hope this about my wife."

Casting a quick and wary glance back to Shenner and Sinjon, Avy squares her 
  shoulders and clears her throat. "Of course, General Solo. For no other 
  reason would I contact you at such an hour. I've been in contact with the 
  princess since her altercation in Plaxton, and had assumed that her 
  diplomatic aides or gaurds had contacted you with the news. She is resting 
  in a high-security section of Plaxton's finest medical center." She runs a 
  hand to to her hairline, tucking stray strands behind her ears. "There have 
  been roumors flying planetside about this situation, and I wanted to make 
  sure that you had recieved the correct information."

Sinjon listens quietly, sipping his tea.

Shen averts her eyes from the image of Han Solo, something like discomfort in 
  her expression. But the girl keeps quiet, a presence unnoticeable outside 
  the immediate range of the holographic image.

Solo doesn't seem to mark either Shenner's presence or Sinjon's; his hazel 
  eyes have riveted their gaze upon the President, and a visible relief floods 
  his rugged features as the woman confirms Leia's condition. "I've been on 
  the comm for hours," he replies huskily. "I've heard rumors, yeah, and 
  bloody little in the way of actual reports."

Evaluating the General's reaction, Avy smiles slightly and shrugs. "This, 
  unfortunately, doesn't surprise me, General. We were afraid that something 
  may have gotten bungled in the transfers of information between aides and 
  more aides and more aides." With that, she restrengthens her stance and 
  continues. "The Princess is in good condition, and healing with extreme 
  speed. She was attacked, knocked unconsious, and her lightsaber was stolen. 
  We have the best people in both the Military and the Security force working 
  on finding the assailant with top priority, Sir."

The news of Leia's lightsaber having been seized clearly does not sit well 
  with the Corellian General. Solo's dark brows wing down over his eyes, and 
  his voice turns sharper and rougher as he demands, "Any evidence the 
  assailant is a Force-user?"

"Nothing that would be concidered 'evendence', no, General Solo." Avy admits. 
  "But the deduction and assumption is that the assailant is most likely a 
  Force user, or at least Force sensitive. I have summoned a local Force 
  Sensitive friend of mine to help me with this particular case. He, so far, 
  has been of great help. We have reason to believe, in this particular case, 
  that the assailant was most likely not Imperial, as well."

Shenner, quiet in her chair, has now drunk down all of her tea, and she sits 
  looking uneasily into the empty cup as the General and the President 
  continue their conversation. The young musician's expression grows taut at 
  the notion of a Force-using assailant running around the planet, but still, 
  she doesn't look up.

"Well, if you're hurting for Jedi suspects, for starters let me suggest that 
  Sarian Luke and Sinjon Teague fought in Plaxton City the last time we were 
  there," Solo says shortly. "But if your people can get me any information 
  you've got ASAP, it'll be appreciated."

Sinjon leans forward and rumbles, "Excuse me Mr. Solo, but this is not 
  something that Ozzle would have done. His motive is for power and usually he 
  is very direct, but I would not rule out one of his underlings. I can assure 
  you that this has my full attention at this time."

Avy nods as Sinjon begins to speak. She steps aside and motions to Sinjon. 
  "General Solo, this is Sinjon Teauge. Ozzle has been on our list of people 
  to investigate. The suspect is indeed Sarian, as is Mr. Olumpari, but is 
  also female, which is keeping our eyes peeled."

The hazel gaze snaps sharply up as Sinjon enters into the conversation, and 
  the slightest of lopsided grins curls one side of Solo's mouth. "Sinjon and 
  I have met, President Laarken," he says almost wryly.

The Corellian's words make Shen glance up; curiosity flickers across the young 
  bard's visage, but still, she remains silent.

And Solo goes on somewhat less gruffly, "I'm pleased to know you're on it, 
  Sinjon. Luke and Jessalyn Valios are both out of contact right now, so I'm 
  afraid you're on your own at the moment if you have to delve into this with 
  the Force."

Sinjon stands and moves over toward the Holo unit. "I wish we were meeting 
  again under better circumstances Mr. Solo. I will be taking a look at your 
  wife as soon as I am able to make sure she is healing well and to see if 
  there has been any type of Force use upon her. I believe that for someone to 
  assault her as such that they had to have to have some knowledge of the 
  Force," he says, "I know where Master Skywalker is, but he has conveyed to 
  me that he will contact everyone when he feels the timing is right." Sinjon 
  shrugs his shoulders, "I apologize for being vague but he will be able to 
  explain in greater detail when you speak with him again."

The Corellian's visage shifts slightly, suggesting that Solo is restlessly 
  changing positions in whatever chair he's currently commandeered. "I dunno 
  what the Kid is waiting for, then, if the timing isn't right _now_," he 
  grouses. But there's not any real venom in his gravelly tones. His gaze 
  flicks from the Horansi to Avy, then, and he concludes, "You two got 
  anything else for me that can't wait till I'm in hyperspace?"

A quick shake of the Presidents' red locks affirms that there is nothing more 
  that is urgent. "Not at all General. Got some rest, if you can, and feel 
  assured that your wife is in good hands."

Solo doesn't quite smile, but his holographically rendered mouth does curl up 
  on one side again. "Thanks for the call, Ms. Laarken. I'll be in Caspar 
  space in six hours; tell Her Worship, but keep it under wraps. Good to see 
  you, Teague. Solo out." His image shifts again -- perhaps he's reached for 
  his own holo controls -- and abruptly, the connection winks out.

And when it does, Shenner quietly stands, setting her cup aside, looking 
  somewhat ill at ease and reaching to fasten her jacket up again.

Avy's shoulders slump tiredly and she glances at Shen. "I'm glad we contacted 
  him." she smiles. "Thank you for coming by. You walking in that weather out 
  there?"

Sinjon lets out a long breath, "Well that was easier than I thought it would 
  be." He grins at Avy, "I think I will check up on the princess in the 
  morning and I will check around and see what this old Horansi can find." He 
  turns towards Shenner, "Can I offer you an escort Ms. Shenner?"

Shen waves a hand dismissively at Avy's question, squaring her shoulders 
  again; this youngster is apparently undaunted by ice and snow and wind, at 
  least what Plaxton City has thrown her in the way of winter weather thus 
  far. "I'll be okay," she promptly replies, but Sinjon's offer gets a 
  grateful glance out of her and the addendum, "Uh, sure. Miz Laarken, you, 
  uh, better rest too, okay?"

Avy's stony physod melts as Shen advises the Commander In Cheif to get some 
  rest. "Thanks, hon. I'll get you yet to find the perfect dress. Hopefully 
  things will settle down soon." she hopes, falling into her chair. "Keep a 
  good eye on her for me, Sinj. Strange things are amok in Plaxton these days."

"I agree. Please get some rest and start fresh from the morning Madame 
  President," says Sinjon with a serious look at Avy. "Go home, fix some nice 
  warm soup and give your husband a hug."

Shenner turns suspiciously pink at the mention of dresses. Or perhaps the 
  mention of Sinjon keeping watch over her; it's anybody's guess.

Avy nods. "A long shower is in order for me." she announces, pulling on her 
  coat and scooping up her things. "I'll be in contact with all of you 
  tomarrow. Be well..."

Sinjon opens the door for the ladies and follows them out, shutting off the 
  lights as he goes.

Avy opens the doors and leaves the office.
Avy has left.

"'Night," Shenner says lowly as the President takes her leave of them, 
  finishing the fastening of her jacket and winding the scarf about her neck. 
  Her jacket's hood, warm and fleece-lined, is tugged up over her dark russet 
  hair, and only when she's alone with the Horansi and heading outside does 
  she think to venture, "So, uh, if you're gonna escort me I guess I oughtta 
  tell ya I'm headin' home..."

You leave the President's office.
Presidential Reception Room - People's Hall
        Curt, off-white carpeting fills a room already dominated by two huge, 
  comfortable sofas. Two Protectorate Guards, in full dress regalia, stand on 
  either side of the tall, narrow double doors that lead to the President's 
  Office. The walls are paneled in fine ThreadOak, with various works of art 
  hanging from them. A single, large desk sits askewed at an angle before the 
  President's door, and a mousy, brown-haired aide sits furtively processing 
  documents and managing schedules. In a corner, a narrow wrought-iron 
  staircase twists up to a walkway 4 meters off the ground that makes a full 
  circle around the room. A third Protectorate Guard paces silently up there, 
  occasionally peering down at the people below.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Dawn
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <E>ast leads to Prime Minister's Suite - People's Hall.
 <N>orth leads to President's Office - People's Hall.
 <W>est leads to Central Mall - People's Hall.

Sinjon_Teague exits from the President's office.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.
Sinjon nods, "I figured as much. Where are you living at now-a-days?"

Shen's slender hands delve into her jacket's pockets, coming up with a pair of 
  close-fitting black gloves which she tugs into place as she walks. The girl 
  flicks a sidelong glance at her companion, though, at his question; she 
  looks surprised, perhaps that he doesn't already know. "Been livin' with 
  Rekkie," she replies. "Y'know, uh, the band's lead singer...?"

You open the doors and exit into the atrium.
Central Mall - People's Hall
        A narrow, but long open atrium, climbing to the roof, takes up the 
  center of People's Hall. You can look up and see people moving on various 
  levels above you, accessible by the transparent elevator that glides up a 
  railed column on one side of the atrium. A small, sparkling fountain sits in 
  the center of the atrium, and at the far other side, frosted glass doors 
  lead to the Diplomacy Wing. The near side harbors the Executive Wing, and 
  banners of the Crest of Caspar hang down in many spots amidst the plants and 
  trees potted throughout.
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <G2> leads to Guest Suite 2.
 <G1> leads to Guest Suite 1.
 <O>ut leads to Government Plaza - Plaxton City.
 <F>rosted glass doorway leads to Office of Diplomacy - People's Hall.
 <H>allway leads to Presidential Reception Room - People's Hall.
 <A>rched bay doorway leads to Hall of Hours - People's Hall.

Sinjon_Teague exits from the President's office.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.
Sinjon puts up his hood and puts his paws into his sleeves, "Sounds excellent 
  to me. I still do want to have a look inside that head of yours, maybe in 
  the next couple of days?" he says, speaking over the wind.

Shenner's tread slows, just slightly, as she makes her way outside. "Um... 
  okay, well, whenever you got the time, pal," she answers, her voice 
  unconsciously rising as she gets a gust of snow in the face on her way into 
  the plaza.

You leave People's Hall and descend the stairs onto the street.
Government Plaza - Plaxton City
        A lush green park unfurls itself beore you as you enter into the 
  Government Plaza of Plaxton City. Vilnias Shade Trees are set sporraticlly 
  through the park, and several benches sit underneath the trees as a relaxing 
  place for daytime walkers. To the north a large, white, well-groomed 
  building stands and proudly displays the words "People's Hall" on the face 
  of the building, above the door. The justice building, a beautiful brick 
  piece of architecture left over from a historic period, sits to the east, 
  and to the south is a tall, prominant building of new construction. A 
  silvery sign sits near this last building and reads; "The ASIC Building". 
  The night sky above is covered with dark clouds with the wind howling and 
  sending snow in every direction. Ice covers the buildings and streets, and 
  icicles hang off street signs.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Bryett
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SW> Southwest leads to Embassy Plaza.
 <E>ast leads to Lobby - Justice Building.
 <N>orth leads to Central Mall - People's Hall.
 <W>est leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Sinjon_Teague descends the staircase of People's Hall.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.
Sinjon moves his head down to stop the snowflakes from gusting into his face.
The Horansi treads through the snow besides Shenner, fragments of a tune can 
  be caught on the wind as he hums.

There's not much breath to spare, not on a night like this, a fit night 
  neither for man nor beast. Or in this case, human girl and Horansi. But Shen 
  plods into the snowfall determinedly, inwardly a bit relieved at the 
  distraction from having to discuss the inward state of her head. Not 
  expecting the public transport systems to be running on anything resembling 
  their normal schedules in this kind of weather, she just keeps moving, 
  heading on out into the less governmental sectors of the city.

You leave Government Park and walk down Blake St.
East Blake St. - Plaxton City
        Lined with meticulously groomed Vilnias Shade Trees, Blake Street 
  unrolls through the heart of the city. Park-style benches sit under the 
  trees, making this area seem like an ongoing extension of Fountain Square. 
  The historic storefronts of the old city are mixed with refurbished, modern 
  buildings giving the downtown district a pleasing aura. The heritage wins 
  out in most cases, with the old buildings' forms remaining irreplaceable. 
  Large, mass-transit hovercraft drift slowly down the street, but most 
  citizens take the opportunity to walk through this peaceful district. The 
  night sky above is hidden by dark clouds with the wind howling and sending 
  snow in every direction. Ice covers the buildings and streets, and icicles 
  hang off street signs.
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <E>ast leads to Government Plaza - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to Dr. Tarquin Memorial Hospital.
 <W>est leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Sinjon_Teague walks down the street from Government Park.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.

You walk into Fountain Square.
Fountain Square - Plaxton City
        The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small 
  patch of green that is the center of Plaxton City. A stone fountain -still 
  in place from another time- sits in the center of the square. It depicts a 
  young woman looking into the sky. water flares around her and bursts into a 
  star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the 
  fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 
  'Farewell, for all journeyers that leave this place shall always return to 
  call it home.'
        Wandering the square throughout the day are Caspar Marines; some 
  off-duty and enjoying their downtime while on-duty commandos in full armor 
  and uniform keep watch over the area. Despite the commandos' aggresive 
  appearance, they are viewed with admiration and respect from most of the 
  citizens, some of them even joking and talking with families. The night sky 
  above is covered with dark clouds with the wind howling and sending snow in 
  every direction. Ice covers the buildings and streets, and icicles hang off 
  street signs.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Aerilaya
=> Jeff_Boesch
=> Arys
=> Jairen
=> SWOOP: Ubrikkian Phantom-Q -- Mach 5
=> IGNews Terminal - Caspar
=> Mail Terminal: Caspar
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SA>ndbar leads to The Sandbar.
 <S>outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Sinjon_Teague walks into the square from the east.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.

Arys looks at you for a moment.

The speeder glides into a parking space just outside the Sandbar and can be 
  heard powering down. Opening the door Jeff steps out and glances around, he 
  slams the door shut and grins as he notices Aerilaya, "Long time no see." he 
  says with a grin.

Arands leaves the SandBar.
Arands has arrived.
Arands walks to the south.
Arands has left.

Jairen finally arives at the door to the bar and stops, smiling to himself as 
  he notices someone walking down the street.
Jairen nods to the horansi stepping out of the bar as he stands at the 
  doorway. and says, "khell'."", in Horansi.

Two figures come trudging through the snowfall from the west. One of them is 
  slender, clad in a heavy hooded jacket, with a green and gray striped scarf 
  wound about the neck and black gloves upon the hands. Her hood blows off 
  once in the wind, though, revealing tousled locks of russet hair, and 
  Shenner can be heard to bark to her Horansi companion, "Frekkin' _damn_, 
  it's cold... Jairen?!" This is just as abruptly yelped, as she and Sinjon 
  swing near the Sandbar's entrance.

Aerilaya looks up and sees the Lt. as she shivers, "Yeah I guess you could say 
  so."

Jairen smiles at Shenner and nods to her slightly as well, nodding to the 
  Horansi again.

Arys, a tall young Sarian woman standing by the IGnews terminal -- reading, 
  and looking worried -- looks oddly unaffected by the cold. Suddenly, she 
  turns her head at the Horansi's arrival. Her delicate, dark eyebrow leaps 
  subtly, and an intrigued expression briefly crosses her lips.

Jeff_Boesch smirks, "Lets get inside before one of us freezes to death." he 
  then pushs open the doors heading into the Sandbar.

Sinjon nods to Jairen and rumbles in Horansi, "I am no lord but rather a 
  humble student."

Jeff_Boesch enters the Sandbar.
Jeff_Boesch has left.

Aerilaya enters the Sandbar.
Aerilaya has left.

Jairen smiles at Sinjon's comment and says, "All are lords in their own 
  kaliya, avi they have honor and act justly.", in Horansi.

Arys is wearing a purple shawl over her summery ensemble, her only concession 
  to the winter.

"Honor does have its' place on the Path." quotes Sinjon to Jairen. The Horansi 
  turns to Shenner, "You are acqainted I see..."

Shenner pauses there on the walkway by the Sandbar, her arms wrapping about 
  herself. She shifts her weight from foot to foot to keep herself moving in 
  the chill air, and as she does, she proffers Jairen a lopsided grin of 
  greeting. "Uh, hey, he was walkin' me home," she clarifies for him, bobbing 
  her wind-ruffled head at Sinjon. "Sinjon... if you wanna chat with him, I 
  can get home okay," she tells her companion. Her gaze flicks back and forth 
  between the two; there was understanding there, too, at the Horansi words, 
  or at least some of them.
Shenner, then, at Sinjon's addition, smiles a bit more. "Uh, yeah."

Jairen glances over at the younger woman. "Yes, the young bardling and I have 
  met once or twice." smiles slightly, then turns back to the Horansi. "I am 
  Jairen of the the tribe of Windchaser." Bows.

"No, no. I will walk you home as promised. There are things that I need to 
  mediate upon tonight and the hour grows long." says Sinjon with a smile to 
  Shenner. Sinjon offers a large, paw to Jairen, "Sinjon Teague, Mashi Seeker."

Jairen takes the paw and shakes it. At least as well as he can. "It is an 
  honor to meet you, Seeker Sinjon Teague of the Mashi Horansi. May your Path 
  be clear and your Walk with Honor." Removes his hand and bows to Shenner. 
  "It is good to see you again, young one. Sleep well." Turns to head towards 
  the bar.

"Not plannin' on sleepin', but thanks, pal," Shenner says to Jairen, breath 
  curling about her cold-flushed face in the snow-driven air.

Arys, still near the terminal but no longer facing it -- instead watching the 
  goings-on near the Sandbar -- overhears a bit, and her brow is re-cocked. 
  *Now, I know some about Horansi but not overly much -- but 'Seeker', 
  wouldn't that be -- Oh, that explains things!* A measure of understanding 
  comes into her face, and she remains watching, now more intrigued.

Dyzzi leaves the SandBar.
Dyzzi has arrived.
Dyzzi walks to the south.
Dyzzi has left.

"Come to think of it, I could get me a shakla for the rest of the walk... 
  look, Sinjon," Shenner says, turning round to the Horansi again, "you want 
  anything? 'Ani'll give it to ya on the house...?"

Jamison enters the square from the south.
Jamison has arrived.
Jamison heads through quickly, ducking out of the weather into the bar.
Jamison enters the Sandbar.
Jamison has left.

Rodo enters the square from the south.
Rodo has arrived.
Rodo enters the Sandbar.
Rodo has left.

Sinjon turn to Shenner, "Maybe you should stop for a moment at the bar before 
  heading home? It might do you good to warm up. I really do need to head to 
  my home so I am able to do further looking into the matter that was 
  discussed earlier." He nods towards Jairen, "I am sure this gentleman would 
  be honored to escort you home in a while.. have Ani give my drinks to him," 
  he says with a warm smile.

Jairen pauses at the door as he hears the conversation of the other two and 
  waits to see if Shenner will be acompanying him into the bar.

Shenner clears her throat, looking suspiciously pink again at the notion of 
  her requiring an escort anywhere -- or perhaps it's just the cold. But she 
  nods to the Horansi, proferring him a small, shy smile she doesn't tend to 
  give any of the Sandbar's patrons _or_ staff, and tells him, "Okay, well, 
  like I said, if you get the time..." With that, she trails off, gives a bit 
  of a shrug, and concludes, "See ya round...?"

Sinjon smiles toothily and gives the bardling a warm, furred hug. "Of course! 
  Hopefully within the next day or so. I am going to have to be busy with.. 
  the general, but I should be around. I live on 53 Pallisade Blvd. please 
  feel free to stop by. May the Force be with you." he murmurs. He gives a 
  short bow to Jairen and heads northward down the street towards the 
  residential areas.
Sinjon_Teague leaves the square to the north.
Sinjon_Teague has left.

Shenner's face goes uncharacteristically young-looking, vulnerable for a 
  moment, at Sinjon's hug, which she returns. When he releases her, though, 
  and when she turns round to the Sandbar's entrance, the young musician has 
  her composure under control again, and she swings her green gaze to Jairen. 
  "So, well, _you_ want somethin' on the house, pal?" she asks him as she 
  tromps inside.

You enter the Sandbar.
The Sandbar
        A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous 
  SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set 
  the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned 
  randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past 
  hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several 
  windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still 
  keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a 
  marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and 
  cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating 
  in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which 
  protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the 
  background. 
----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP"
----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP"
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Rodo
=> Jamison
=> Aerilaya
=> Jeff_Boesch
=> Terrin
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Jairen enters the Sandbar.
Jairen has arrived.
Jairen steps in after Shenner, knocking snow off of himself. He seems rather 
  amused at something.

Jamison nods and smiles a bit more, noting his rank.." Well met Ensign.", and 
  shifts in her seat, taking a long sip of her ale, and sighs, as the mug 
  empty's.." They don't make these mugs large enough..", muttering more to her 
  self as she waves down the bartender.

The bartender answers Jamison's wave, and in the meantime, Shenner tromps in, 
  clad in her heavy winter garb and liberally dusted with snow. Her hood comes 
  down, revealing tousled russet hair blown out of anything resembling a 
  combed style by the wind outside, and cheeks flushed with cold.

Rodo grins a little at Jamison "Feeling down Jamison?" He takes a sip from the 
  glass of liqour in front of him. He thinks for a moment "Where are you 
  from?" he says trying to start up conversation.

Jairen, who has come in with Shenner, also moves towards the bar. However, he 
  does not 'tromp.' Rather, he moves very gracefully with hardly any sound. As 
  his hood falls back, he seems to have been less bothered by the cold, and 
  his long silver hair looks as it always does.

Rodo sits down at the bar.

Morrison enters the Sandbar.
Morrison has arrived.

Shen shoots Jairen an arch green glance, suggesting she's aware of the obvious 
  differences in their respective modes of movement. She doesn't comment, 
  though, and instead turns to call out over the music being put out by Karm 
  and Aa'leet on stage tonight, as well as the heads of several of the patrons 
  at the bar: "Yo, 'Ani!" This gets a look shot her way by the bartender, who 
  looks surprised but not unpleased to see her, and Shen adds, "Get me a 
  shakla when you got a moment, huh?"

Terrin walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Terrin has left.

Jamison shrugs with more of a smirk then a smile.." Can't say I'm fond of 
  being humilliated that way.. But, guess I need to just get used to it..", 
  muttering the last part quietly before sitting up straighter.." I'm from 
  Corellia.. Born and raised..", her accent more then noticible, and she 
  offers a more friendly smile.." And you Ensign?"

Morrison walks, or rather stumbles into the bar. The scarf around his face is 
  crusted in ice. He kneals down by the coat rack near the door and dusts his 
  snow covered pants. He unravels the scarf around his face to reveal a red 
  chilled face. He looks exausted. He takes his jacket off to reveal a sweat 
  darkened T-shirt beneath. He moves toward the bar in a trance like state and 
  calls to Emma, "Water...please."

In yet another contrast to his younger female friend, Jairen does not shout 
  his order over the din of the room. Instead, he makes his way through the 
  patrons and orders a spiced wine once he reaches the bar in a normal tone of 
  voice.

Shenner's expression takes on an air of 'yeah, I bellow, you got a problem 
  with that?' She commandeers herself one of the first two unoccupied stools 
  at the bar she can find -- and fortunately for Shenner, one of them has just 
  been vacated by a little chittering, befurred alien who seems quite happy to 
  give her the seat. "Thanks, yeah, I liked the song!" she tells the being as 
  she deliberately flomps down onto the stool, unfastening her way out of her 
  own heavy jacket, unwinding her green and gray striped scarf from about her 
  neck. She shoots Jairen another arch glance.

Emma brings Morrison a tall glass of water, which he gladly takes and chugs. 
  He puts the glass down on the bar after draining half its contents. He looks 
  tierd and miserable. He sits with slumped shoulders and takes a weak glance 
  around the room.

Jairen receives his drink from the tender with a nod and a thank you, then 
  proceeds to alight gracefully on the stool next to Shenner, sipping his 
  drink, letting his cloak fall back around his shoulders.

"You're not due in tonight, kiddo," says Ariani, materializing (more or less) 
  across from Shen on her side of the bar, sliding over a sizeable mug of 
  shakla. "Just can't keep away from us?"

"I was on my way home, but hey, it's karkin' cold," Shenner drawls by way of 
  reply. "Thanks, 'Ani, I needed this!" That wins her a smile from the older 
  woman, and then Ariani goes about her business. The young musician inhales a 
  draught of her brandied hot chocolate, and only when the stuff's jolting 
  warmth through her system does she shift her gaze back to Jairen. "So," she 
  asks him, "visiting again, or do you live in Plaxton City, or what...?"

Jairen smiles slightly, still sipping from his spiced drink. "I live where I 
  am." Ok, he's doing his vauge thing.

"Where you are, pal," Shenner says dryly, as she drapes her coat against the 
  edge of the bar, "is on one of 'Ani's stools."

Jairen withdraws a small metal-coated leaf from his pouch and holds it before 
  his face, turning it over and over for a while. His eyes go distant as he 
  looks at it, almost as if he's looking somewhere else. "Perhaps someday you 
  will understand..." is all he replies.

Morrison seems a bit more energized as the life giving water replaces the 
  fluid he lost in his long trek throught the practically shut down city. He 
  looks back to emma and trys to straighten his hair. "Emma, a Rum and Soda 
  please. I need to warm up."

Shenner blinks, her gaze flicking down to the metallic leaf, surprised at both 
  its appearance and the swordsman's words. She then looks back up at him 
  again, musingly; curiosity flashes across her visage. But she contents 
  herself with remarking only, "That's pretty," and following that up with a 
  shakla chaser. The steam off the mug is bringing warmth back into her face 
  now.

Emma scurries over to attend to Morrison as soon as she can; between her 
  efforts and Ariani's, a sizeable number of heated and mulled and spiced 
  drinks are making their way into the hands of the Sandbar's patrons, tonight.

"It is almost time..." comes the contemplative words of the Swordsman. They 
  are obviously to noone or to himself, as they make no sense in any 
  conversation up to this point. Suddenly, he seems to remember that he's 
  actually talking to someone and lowers the leaf. "Pardon me, young one?"

Shenner inclines her head at the leaf, while lifting a hand of her own to 
  shove loose strands of red hair back up out of her eyes. "That. That's 
  pretty."

Morrison looks to Emma and smiles as warmly as he can. He takes the Rum 
  gratefully and sips the cold liquid. It sends a wave of heat down his throat 
  and brings him some energy, another false sensation. Alcohol actually hurts 
  more then it helps, but the feelings are favorable and thats all Morrison is 
  out for right now, a warm feeling to replace the chill in his bones.

Jairen quickly palms the leaf, putting it away. "Oh, yes... thank you. It is, 
  I suppose. I have stopped looking at it as such."

Most of the band, apparently, is off duty tonight too. Karm and Aa'leet fill 
  the void by instrumental duets this evening, the human woman's horn trading 
  off riffs with the keyboards under the Twi'lek's delicate hands. Shenner in 
  the meantime blinks a bit at Jairen's putting away of his... memento? Token? 
  Well, okay, metal-hued leaf. "Old-home souvenir?" she opines.

Jairen pauses for a moment, taking a long drink of his wine. "Yes, something 
  like that I would suppose. It is from home."

Her companion's words seems to strike Shen a bit oddly somehow, as if she's 
  not entirely sure how to react. She just sits there, warming her fingers on 
  the heat of her big mug's contents, and considers Jairen with her frank, 
  steady regard. "Huh," she says at last, one corner of her mouth curling up 
  in something that might be sympathy. "Nothin' like that on Belsavis, at 
  least not in any of the bits _I_ lived in."

Now it's Jairen's turn to looks somewhat confused. "Nothing like what on 
  Belsavis? Leaves? The world has no trees?"

Two men come in from the cold. Snow lightly dusted accross them. They walk 
  toward Morrison and stop. The taller of the two says, "General, we'r..." 
  Morrison lifts his finger silenceing the man. "Sir..." the man continues,
  "We've gotten some transportation to the hotel, but the authorities say 
  that the space port is closed for the night." Morrison looks at the man and 
  stands. "OF course," He says glumly.

Shenner's one-sided grin gets a bit more arch. "Ice planet," she clarifies. 
  "Unless you're down in the domes. There's trees, but they're little."

Jairen ahs slightly. "I have never been to an Ice planet. A desert planet, but 
  never an ice. Perhaps I will visit one someday." Finishes off his drink. 
  "However, not right now. I am tired and must turn in. Did you wish an escort 
  to your abode?"

Shen can be seen to smirk, but perhaps it's due to the aforementioned 
  Belsavis. She gets up, though, setting down her shakla long enough to grab 
  her coat and start shrugging into it. "I gotta get back, yeah, I gotta start 
  buyin' all my lesson discs tomorrow," she says gruffly. "You can walk with 
  me if you wanna and you're headin' to the residential district."

Jairen simply motions for her to proceed him to the door.

The heavy blue jacket is swathed once more around Shenner's slim frame; the 
  green and grey scarf, complete with tassles to match the stripes, is wrapped 
  about her neck. The musician gulps down the rest of her shakla, slides the 
  mug off to Ariani, and tromps outside again, calling out a farewell to the 
  bartender and Emma before she vanishes into the cold.

You leave The Sandbar, entering the fresh air of Fountain Square.
Fountain Square - Plaxton City
<Desc deleted>
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Ulath
=> SWOOP: Ubrikkian Phantom-Q -- Mach 5
=> IGNews Terminal - Caspar
=> Mail Terminal: Caspar
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SA>ndbar leads to The Sandbar.
 <S>outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Jairen leaves the SandBar.
Jairen has arrived.
Jairen steps out of the bar, raising his hood to the wind and snow and stops 
  next to Shenner.

Bracing herself, Shenner ventures out into the cold. Full of hot chocolate 
  spiked with Corellia's finest brandy (or at any rate as fine as the 
  Sandbar's budget allows), she takes the temperature shift more or less in 
  stride, but pauses at Jairen's halting. "What?" she asks, a bit taken aback, 
  ready to head on northward.

Jairen glances around. "Nothing." He states, then heads north towards the 
  residential district with Shenner.

Another musing look; if anything, Jairen seems good at getting musing looks 
  out of the redheaded girl. But Shen accepts his answer, and sets herself to 
  the task of keeping a swift enough pace to keep her blood flowing in the icy 
  wind as she moves off northward along Mergansar Avenue.

You walk north down Mergansar Ave.
North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City
        This end of town looks like it's newly refurbished. A large traffic 
  circle directs the ground car traffic at this now busy intersection. The 
  circle itself is full of lush, green grass. Sitting in the middle of the 
  grass is a trolley car. A plaque identitfies it as being named Cally, for 
  one of Blake's crew. Overlooking the area from the north is the Old Clock 
  Tower, frozen at __:__, one hour before Liberation, and still streaked with 
  blast marks from the conflict of the past. The night sky above is hidden by 
  dark clouds with the wind howling and sending snow in every direction. Ice 
  covers the buildings and streets, and icicles hang off street signs.
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <N>orth leads to Bridgewater Park, Residential Area -- Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to Commerce Square - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to Castle Rock Road - Plaxton City.
 <S>outh leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Jairen walks up the street from the square.
Jairen has arrived.

As she trudges her way through ice and slush and snow accumulated on the 
  public walkways, Shenner squints through blowing snowflakes at the swordsman 
  who's replaced Sinjon Teague as her walk home, finding herself a bit at a 
  loss about what to say to the fellow. As long as he seems uninclined for 
  conversation she occupies herself though with muttering curses about the 
  cold in as many languages as she knows -- local pastime, doncha know.

You head towards the Bridgewater Park.
Bridgewater Park, Residential Area -- Plaxton City
        As the trees tower above, a broad drive cuts into a cleared out plot 
  of smoothly paved concrete and carefully groomed grass. While most of the 
  building fronts are fairly clean and modern, several old, well-kept houses 
  and apartment towers of majestic architecture are interspersed among them. 
  Well-groomed trees line the main street which becomes a stone-set bridge 
  that spans a twisting, rocky river. The air is fresh, the setting is quiet, 
  and the citizens are friendly.
Streets Here: Minutes Road, Riverview Terrace, Newcastle Circle. The night sky 
  above is hidden by dark clouds with the wind howling and sending snow in 
  every direction. Ice covers the buildings and streets, and icicles hang off 
  street signs.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> 88 Newcastle Circle -- Divk's House
=> 119 Riverview Terrace -- Jamison Residence
=> 123 Riverview Terrace(123) -- Aerilaya's Domain <AD>(#9659Ven)
=> 111 Minutes Road
=> 123 Newcastle Circle -- Rekkie Sheldon's House(#6474en)
=> 4 Minutes Road -- Raj's House
=> 121 Riverview Terrace (121) -- Nicole's Flat
=> 115 Minutes Road, (212) -- Jack's 'One Cred' Motel
=> 25 Newcastle Circle -- Linda's House
=> 116 Minutes Road, (311) -- Elomin's Studio
=> 120 Riverview Terrace (2nd Floor) -- Webb's Residence <WR>
=> 10 Newcastle Circle -- Randel's Home
=> 113 Minutes Road, (209) -- Konkhra's Flat
=> 117 Riverview Terrace (117) -- Kadgie's House
=> 113 Minutes Road, (207) -- H'Ghelim's Flat(#1108LO)
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <NE> North-East leads to Bluffs Residence -- Plaxton City.
 <S>outh leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.

Jairen arrives from North Mergansar Ave.
Jairen has arrived.
Jairen follows Shenner quietly. Very quietly. He doesn't even seem to make 
  much sound in the snow as he walks.

Is the girl spooked? Very likely, given that she keeps glancing time and again 
  at her companion, to make sure he's still there. Her store of 
  weather-related curses runs dry fairly quickly, delivered without any 
  particular venom; in fact, Shen meets the wind and the snow almost with a 
  feral kind of appreciation in her youthful face. On into the Residential 
  District she goes, moving with the assurance of a several-months resident if 
  not a native.

Jairen begins mumbling to himself. If mumbling is the right word. He seems to 
  be talking to himself in his native language. If you thought his accent in 
  basic made him sound like he was singing and talking at the same time, this 
  new sound makes it impossible to think he's doing anything else.

Corners are turned; thoroughfares are followed; every so often, Shen pauses to 
  mark her path by the lighting on the street signs, little beacons of 
  illumination struggling to stand out in the snowfall. But Jairen's low 
  murmurings soon seize her attention, her ear catching the intermittent 
  lyrical syllables in between the bursts of wind. As she draws near to the 
  wan glow of a street sign reading 'Newcastle Circle' in Basic and Sarian, 
  she's almost reluctant to say anything, lest she distract him from making 
  those fascinating soft noises -- but she opts instead to ask, "That how you 
  make cracks about the weather where you come from?"

Jairen stops in his tracks and blinks a few times. It was obvious that he was 
  unaware he walk talking to himself. "Ummm... " He seems unsure of how to 
  answer that question. "Amoung other things, I suppose..."

Shenner proffers a somewhat less crooked than usual sort of smile, and answers 
  ruefully, "Sorry, pal -- I just like languages, 'sall. Never heard that one 
  before. Look, this is my street, Rekkie's house is just down that way a 
  block or two..." And she points a black-gloved finger off down Newcastle 
  Circle. "If you gotta get home I can make it from here... ack!" This last to 
  her hood slipping off again; apparently, the thing's fasteners want repair.

Jairen smiles slightly at his friend's poor fortune with her hood. "I shall 
  see you later then." With that, he give his customary little bow and 
  disappears into the snow.

"Hope so -- I wanna ask you more about what you did with my guitar! Later, 
  pal!" She grins a bit through swirling snow, at the bow... and blinks twice 
  as the swordsman disappears as silently as he'd followed her. _Kark, how's 
  he -do- that..._ "Good night!" she hollers, a touch uncertainly, but somehow 
  determined to make sure her own presence is registered firmly before she 
  turns off for her distant door.

"Good night" comes the swordsman's reply from the direction he disappeared.

[End log.]