Log Date: 1/15/99 Log Cast: Troy, Shenner, Ariani (NPC), Quarrel, George Log Intro: Shenner is going to Chantinelle's ball -- but that doesn't mean she has to like it. She has reluctantly accepted that she's going to perform at the upcoming diplomatic function; she's brought herself to talk some with Ambassador Thistleborn about the musical arrangements for the evening, and she's even allowed her boss Avy Laarken and her housemate Rekkie Sheldon to help her pick out a new dress to wear for the occasion... for Shen might have convinced herself to go to the ball, but she hasn't convinced herself to wear either of the dresses a certain Corellian had once given her. In fact, although the young musician isn't about to admit this to anyone -- especially herself -- the memory of that certain Corellian is arguably the main reason she's so skittish about going to this Imperial event. And trying to keep her mind off the way it had felt to wear a fine dress in the company of Paul Nighman is making Shenner throw herself all the more vigorously into her new role of student. Too bad Troy McTavish isn't aware of this little problem of Shen's, however... ---------- 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" -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Troy => Quarrel => Ariani => Emma -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City. Troy steps into the bar. Allowing for a his eyes adjust to the lighting, he bends his head down slightly. As he does so, he retrives a Cigar from its case. Lighting it, he then looks around the bar for a few faces. Seeing the bar is desperatly Quiet, he just slowly moves towards the Bar. Quiet, indeed, with few if any people in sight except Shenner wolfing down a sweet roll and a mug of hot coffee, and apparently just as readily devouring the text on the screen of her little datapad. Ariani isn't interrupting her, though she does cast a kindly glance at the girl at the bar every so often. Quarrel is standing by the bar, one hand wrapped around a tumbler glass the other resting on the polished surface. The glass contains a firey red liquid from which the Aqualish occasionally drinks, most time spent glancing about at the patrons. Troy stepping upbeside Shenner, as being the only person in here he reconizes. He nods for a cup of coffee..receving it, he leans against the bar..and quiely says "Your always got your noise in somthing don't yeah Shen..." As McTavish draws nearer, he might chance to hear the young musician muttering conjugations of Horansi verbs under her breath, strange little growly noises for her human throat. She cuts herself off, however, with a start, and then glances up with a crooked grin. "Now that I got classes and tests, yeah, I do. 'Cept when I ain't playin', pal." Troy just shakes his head "and how goes school.." he says with interest. "Tests in Horansi and Corellian next week and a big one in Casparian History the week after that," Shen says cheerfully. Her eyes are glinting; she seems to take this as a challenge. "And our first test in Fencing, soon." Troy smiles "Fencing..." shakes his head "Just hang out in the square, I'm sure you can find a partner to dual with.." sipping at his coffee "I Take it your enjoying School.." Shenner smirks, letting the comment about duels slide; the smirk shifts towards a smile, though, crooked a smile though it might be. "Yeah. The music theory class is the best one, so far." She scarfs down the last of her sweet roll, takes up her coffee mug and drains it, and shifts position on the stool to look more directly at Troy. Troy grins as he figures Music is the real deal with Shenner "So i take it your studies are keeping you to bizzy to attend the Ball Chanti is throughing.." Shenner's expression shifts more towards a smirk again. "No," she says gruffly, waving at Ariani for more coffee, "I'm goin'." Troy raises an Eyebrow "Ohhh...and who is the lucky guy who gets to escort the Fine Lady Shenner.." he says with am almost amused look on his face. Quarrel belches loudly. Ariani isn't touching _this_ conversation with a forty-meter pole. She _does_ present Shen with a fresh cup of coffee, keeping a decidedly straight face, while the young woman says even more gruffly, "It ain't like that. I'm goin' 'cause Miz Laarken asked the band and me to go play music for the thing, is all." Troy nods even though he is still smirking a little "Well so you are gonna be playing at the ball.." he grins "Course now we get ta see yeah in a fancy Dress and all.." Shenner smirks harder. "Don't get your hopes up too high, pal." Interesting. That's definitely a blush starting to flush her cheeks. Pale redheads do tend to show every little flicker of their emotions on their faces, don't they? Troy tries not to Grin, but seems to fail "So your saying your not gonna be going in a fancy Dress.." "I'll be going," Shenner grits out, "in a dress." Troy smiles as he is almost enjoying this, "Well I'm sure you'll look stunning..." sipping at his coffee "And i Assume you have a guest.." Shenner's brow crinkles. "Huh? Why?" she asks blankly. Troy shruggs a little "Well I don't know..your not gonna be preforming the whole night now are yeah." he asks with a friendly air about the question. "No musician performs non-stop," Shenner says tersely, her expression going shuttered. "I'll be takin' breaks. So what?" Troy smiles a little "Well, your not gonna be hanging out with your fellow band members all night now are yea..." sips at his coffee "heck and with all them Imperials around, your probably gonna be looking for a friendly face ta talk ta." Shenner eyes Troy askance, the kind of look one gives a man when trying to fathom what, exactly, he's getting at. "I ain't exactly mapped out the evening aside from what we're gonna play. You goin' somewhere with this?" Troy shruggs "not really, was just curious is all. ta see if my favoirte Music teacher had a life past them books, and music." grins "you know to see if you give yourself time ta have men in your life.." he shruggs, as thats probably a little more blunt then he wanted it to be. George enters the Sandbar. George has arrived. Troy sits at the Bar in conversation with Shenner. Quarrel is standing by the bar, one hand wrapped around a tumbler glass the other resting on the polished surface. The glass contains a firey red liquid from which the Aqualish occasionally drinks, most time spent glancing about at the patrons. Blunt, indeed, and from the look of Shenner, Troy's words just struck a nerve. "Look pal," she growls, her expression turning rigid, "I don't _want_ any freggin' men in my life." She leaps up off the stool, snatching her coat up off the floor at her feet. "I don't _need_ any freggin' men in my life!" Her voice rises as she whips the coat on round her slender frame. The datapad is seized, deactivated, and then jammed into a side pocket. "Been there. Done that. Bought the freggin' T-shirt. Ain't goin' there again, thank you _VERY_ much!" Ariani hides a wince as the young musician launches that tirade at Troy. "Um, Shen--" Then she cuts herself off, thinking better of interrupting. Customers. Go attend to the customers, like a good bartender. Deal with the angry young woman later. Troy taken abit by surprise at all this, and frowns slightly. Then Realizing he just hurt somebodies feelings he stands "Shen Wait!!" Sighs a little "I did not mean ta affend.." he tries to atleast get Shenner to Slow down for a few seconds so he can Apologize. George's head is all that can be seen at first. Upon making sure that no trouble seems to be "going down", he slowly walks towards the bar, trying obviously to avoid getting to close to anyone. Upon reaching the bar, he occupies a stool that is surrounded by two empy seats. After a few seconds of waiting, a person working behind the bar, makes finds her way to George due to Ariani's currently handling of Troy, "Can I help you, sir?" Says she, after observing Shenner's outburst. George replies in a near whisper, "Co.. I" "I'm sorry, sir. You'll have to speak louder". Than, in a voice bairly high enough for the barkeep to hear, "Orto Blue, please... if you have it... if you dont, that's all right..." The barkeep flashes George a curios look and says, "Right away, sir." Shenner's long green-and-gray striped scarf is snatched up off the floor, too, and snapped into place around her neck with a barely contained furious eenergy. "I gotta get to class," she barks, stalking swiftly to the door, not looking over her shoulder. Shenner, with that, storms out into the cold wintry morning. You leave The Sandbar, entering the fresh air of 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 morning sky above is filled with puffy white clouds with snow falling quickly coating the area and forming drifts where it can collect. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Benjawa => IGNews Terminal - Caspar => Mail Terminal: Caspar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ndbar leads to The Sandbar. outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City. orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City. est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City. Shenner comes storming out of the Sandbar, her face set and furious. She heads for the nearest public transport stop, her steps lent speed by her evident anger, and she barely notices the cold. Soon enough one of the big hover vessels that serves the city glides up, and she leaps aboard. The vessel swerves off on its course to the north. [End log.]