Posted June 22, 2022, 9:25 a.m. by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) (Robert Archer)
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The three in the corner as the landing party would glance that way had since been joined by a woman. The woman in question was draped in a fine looking dress of silver and blue. The only other person the entire room who seemed to match her upscale like dress was the elven singer who seemed about ready to begin her work with the two men. This new woman strode with a confidence of someone who knew what she wanted, and how to get it. She simply strode up to the three hooded men, sat down with barely any acknowledgement and then removed a pouch of leather wrapped papers and slid them over to the trio. The middle figure took it, opened it briefly seeming to glance through it then closed it. He then slid it to the man on the right who pocketed it into a hidden pocket under his jacket it seems, rose without a word and began to move for the door of the room to leave. The two remaining behind stayed, and the other figure next to the middle man took out a pouch of some sort, and slid it over to the woman.
The woman seemed to smile in a way that seemed haughty and pleased, she opened it and seemed to palm what seemed some sort of dried herb or plant before returning it to the bag and zipping it shut, she then tucked it in between the cleft of her amble bosom and said something to both men. Anders slightly closer then the rest could make out a word or two that seemed to be ‘magic’ and then followed several words later with ‘bubble’. What it referred too was anyone’s guess. With her business done the woman rose and moved closer to another empty table closer to the landing party likely to relax and take in the soon to be performers.
Said performers, seemed to catch the attention of many in the Vine, especially once the man at the baby grand piano began to play a slow haunting melody, which was soon picked up by the other man who played a wonderfully crafted violin like piece. The elven woman in the striking fine green colored dress began to sing along in a quality which was equally harmonic to the two players, and yet carried a quality of beauty all its own. Unfortunately it seems their embedded UTs couldn’t yet decipher what the woman was singing, but it didn’t seem like many of the others present knew either only caring it seems about her voice and/or likely eye candy appeal.
GM CockRoach
“That fellow in the corner seems to be some kind of information broker, though any information we want comes at a price, odd jobs and the like.” Marcus glanced at the group in the hoods and arched an eyebrow, “Those lads are stumping me.”
-Lieutenant Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-
Just as Anders spoke the Captain could feel a feel a faint buzzing from her hidden comm unit. It seems the Sentinel was contacting her.
GM CockRoach
Shirley raised her index finger to signal her Chief of Security to hold on for a moment as she felt the vibration of her communicator going off, “One moment Marcus.” She swiftly left the tavern and found a discrete location to answer the call. She did a double take of her surroundings prior to answering because she did not want any locals to spot her on what would appear to them as a bizarre device. Once the coast was clear she dug out her communicator and held it to her lips, “Rogers here.”
- Captain Shirley Rogers
OOC: Bumping, plus I cross posted the CO’s spoken line to the bridge thread!
GM CockRoach
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