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Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 3 Inside The Blood On The Vine

Posted April 26, 2022, 6:57 p.m. by Ensign David Sweeney (Science Officer) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 3 Inside The Blood On The Vine

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 3 Inside The Blood On The Vine
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Haadok’s observation of exchanges seemed to show that most trades of goods were done by either barter of equivalent items the buyer/seller wanted, or by coinage with a stamped wolf head on it like the replicated coins they had on their person from the ship. Overall people seemed to have a ‘get in get out’ buy/sell attitude and then a ‘get on with their lives/day’. Interactions were quick, short and mostly to the point, maybe a bit of haggling here and there but not much in the way of shouts or excitement from any one was very much present. Barovia Village seemed very run down, a ghost town could seem to put more life into this dreary place then this village had.

Overall those in the village kept mostly quiet and to themselves, those local to the town seemed to shun or ignore those outside the village, giving the air of isolation and preference to xenophobia and the like. Marketing of the goods by the few merchants seemed to be mostly visual from the wagon stands or the rare grimy shop window. Most of the food on sale were ground based vegetables it seemed. Turnips, carrots, potatoes, beets, radishes, onions, and garlic (which seemed actually sold in greater bulk then most others for some reason, and as haadok would see even a few wore around their necks or wrists once bought....curious!), all were mostly similar in shape and color to those found on Earth say.

As the team entered the tavern, they found the entry hall well appointed all things considered compared to the dreary run down nature of the village outside. A few half decently cared for plants were off to either side, and a human woman in simple but well cleaned peasant dress greeted them behind a small stand. To their left a door lead to what seemed a noisy area of some sort, and to the right another door which was open lead it seems to a large bar, straight ahead was a wide staircase leading up to the second floor.

Haadok ducked into the tavern and paused, an eyebrow creeping toward her hairline. The entry hall seemed almost lavish when likened to the adjacent marketplace, though she suspected their comparative luxury had something to do with access to patrons and, given the doors and sweeping staircase, an array of services from which to indulge. Her thoughts were interrupted a moment later by a voice echoing from what appeared to be a small stand.

The Tavern’s entrance did seem more lavish then those buildings outside, but given the very low standards it had to build on compared to those outside this was not saying much or hard to achieve. The Tavern was at least dry in this area, and a little colored, but still had the air of a run down tavern in a ghost town feel.

The woman after taking stock of the team spoke up, “..Greeting travelers, welcome to the Blood On The Vine, will you be drinking today, partaking of our food and entertainment, or renting a room?” She inquired.

GM CockRoach

Anders stepped up and smiled, “Thank you for the welcome, Miss?”

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security

Quietly, Haadok observed the woman before them and kept a tentative hand over the pocket that concealed a tricorder.

”..Ah forgive me fair sir! I am Clavdia Krezkova, a humble waitress here at the Blood On The Vine..” she answered obviously embarrassed that she had forgotten to introduce herself in her welcoming speech to the group.

GM CockRoach

— Haadok, CMO

Shirley had been galavanting around the tavern and the design reminded her a little bit about her own planet’s history thousands of years ago during the medieval times from her studies of Earth history at the Academy. Thanks to Rand, her outfit accurately portrayed that she was a member of this uncharted planet’s species and not a member of the more advanced Starfleet. The Prime Directive was not something to be taken lightly as if it were violated she could lose her command or more. She pivoted off of the heel of her black old-fashioned boots and turned in the direction of Clavdia to face her directly.

Shirley moved forward past Haadok and Anders as she approached the waitress with a slight smile across her lips, “Hi Clavdia, I’m Shirley. It is a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps we could get a table and take a look at the menu options first? This is our first time at the tavern and we would appreciate your recommendations.” Shirley enjoyed playing along in this situation and had typically blended in well with pre-warp civilizations throughout her career. However, there was always a slim possibility that a culture like this one could seem like it is pre-warp and instead be just as advanced as Starfleet. Shirley always made it her goal to keep all of the situational options open and to avoid having the blinders on as a Captain as much as possible. No one is perfect, but giving it your best shot is often enough in most cases.

  • Captain Shirley Rogers

Clavdia nodded to Shirley, “..Of course ma’am, just a moment please..” she said turning to open a small side door to call for someone named ‘Katerina’ 10 seconds later the two women returned, Clavdia politely introduced the new woman, “..This is one of our waitresses Katerina, she will be waiting on you and get your orders. Please follow her..” she said returning to the station with a slight bow.

The new woman was a bit shorter than Clavdia, maybe about 5‘3 or so in height to the other woman 5‘8. Unlike Clavdia who wore a simple peasant brown style dress and sandals this woman wore wrapped leather/cloth bindings around her feet and ankles, something akin to really thick socks in scope. As well as a simple cloth pants and long shirt. She also wore a band around her forehead which held her long hair back and covered a good 3/4th of her ears. Bowing slightly again in return Katerina spoke, her voice soft, and barely fully heard by all among the background noise of the rest of the tavern, “..This way please..” she said taking several small crude paper menus.

She then turned and lead the group to the left, into the main dining area, it was an L shaped room with about 17 people currently present, 8 were gathered around a large circular table in one corner, all men in grubby black run down ‘fancy’ clothes smoking some kind of cigar, while playing some game of chance with dice and cards. Another 3 which seemed to be small children in another corner were hunched over a small table and stools talking to each other and eating bread, another 4 were all women simple orange-white robes in the middle of the room quietly sharing a meal of chicken and vegetables. From what they could see the colors worn matched those they had seen on scans by those higher ranked temple followers who followed this ‘Sun Cult’. The last 3 people in another corner in a booth kept their heads low and hooded, though their gaze seemed to be surveying the room slowly and methodically as if looking or waiting for someone or something. They wore deep black leather pants, shirts, and jackets and though it was not obvious outright the air they gave off was menacing dangerous and likely more.

Katerina lead them to a table with enough chairs for the party, one side of the table gave a nice view out some grimy windows directly into that of another run down building nearby in an alleyway. But because of both windows grime nothing much could be seen outside through the muck. Setting down the menus Katerina spoke, “..Today’s meal choices are a roasted chicken leg or breast with either a side of turnips and carrots, or a side of radishes and turnips. Your choice of drink for the meal is either water, Barovian Tsukina wine, or beer. Your other meal choice is a pan fried fish, with a side of radish and carrots, or garlic and potatoes, for drink your choice of drink for the meal is water, beer, or a wine from the country of Borca that we have on special this month. Or you can pick and choose from your menu. We also have a select choice of more premium wines, beers, and the like from our cellar if you are interested..” She explained.

While they were getting this explained to them a trio of what seemed traveling musical performers came into the room. The first two were human men rolling a small piano with a small lute on top, the third was a slender strikingly beautiful woman in a flowing red dress who rolled in a well oiled and cared for violin, most noticeable though was this woman had a fine grace to her steps, and quite pointed ears not unlike a Vulcan or elfin figure. Noticing this Katerina smiled a bit, “..Oh seems you are just in luck to! Our performers for the day all the way from Karatakas have arrived early! The Lady Arwyn and her assistants! You are in for such a treat!” She said as the trio began to setup on a small wooden stage nearby. A few folks looked up from their food or such with a passing interest before returning to their own devices.

Turning back to the group Katerina spoke again, “..In either case what can I put in for your order?” She asked.

GM CockRoach

“I’ll take the chicken breast with beer, if you please lass, what kind of performance are we in for, Katerina?”

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-

Making a small scribble on a crude pad of paper with a stubby pencil like shard, Katerina looked to Angers, “..Well I am not certain for sure what sort of performance the Lady Arwyn and her assistants are doing today. But based on what I have heard usually they range from songs by the fair Lady herself, to musical numbers by all three, to duos of card tricks or the like by the assistants. I am sure you could be free to approach her and inquire if you like?” she said then looked to the rest of the table for their orders.

GM CockRoach

David ordered the chicken as well. And a glass of wine, though he’d probably avoid actually drinking any of it.

Marcus chuckled, “Well if they need a pianist…?”

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-

David laughed. “That I would like to see.” He panicked momentarily, being too jovial with a DH. But if anyone asked it was just part of the cover.

-Ens Sweeney


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