Posted Oct. 25, 2022, 5:01 p.m. by Civilian Zerbo (Colonial Finance Minister) (Travis Good)
Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in The Plaza Exchange - Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy - Come Out and Play (Open to all)
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in The Plaza Exchange - Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy - Come Out and Play (Open to all)
Posted by Captain Jonathan McBride (CO, USS Centurion) in The Plaza Exchange - Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy - Come Out and Play (Open to all)
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Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy was a little known but still popular spot in Oed’s Plaza Exchange; the open air market surrounded on all four sides by six and eight story buildings that also were part of the Exchange. Here one could buy almost anything (legal and not-so-much)… if one knew who to ask and how to ask them.The Speakeasy’s door was set facing out of one of the buildings. The door was constantly closed, and there was always a guard. As reputable as an establishment as it was, the Exchange was no stranger to trouble. Patrons stopped at the door and asked to be let in. The place was exclusive, and if the guard didn’t know you and you weren’t expected… good luck getting in.
For those that were allowed, the door opened not to a restaurant… but to a flight of stairs. ‘Inside’ the stairs went steeply down for about ten meters and opened into a large space filled with tables, booths, a massive bar set on a raised section in the middle of the place, and a stage. The air was filled constantly with the aroma of fresh cooked food and exotic spirits, and the place was almost always busy… but not full. Here and there would be a couple or an individual, and for the most part it was quiet; only the subdued conversations and the tinkling of dishware to be heard. The place was lit, but not too brightly, by sconces and shaded lights hanging from the ceiling. The tables and booths were just far enough apart to allow for private conversation. The bar was magnificent; marble topped on all four sides with brass and copper accents. The center of the bar was a massive four-sided terraced display of spirits from all the known corners of the galaxy… and some not known by many. Tall chairs with backs lined all four sides, and two bartenders tended to the libation needs of the guests.
But for as selective as the place was, tonight was different. Tonight there was a show on the stage, and word had spread quickly that a new performer would be making their Oed V debut. He was a human, and he sang an old Earth style of music called ‘Country’. Apparently the word got out when someone who was dining while he was auditioning for the Speakeasy’s owner started raving about it. The demand for tables the night he was to perform was the most the Speakeasy had had since the former owner had.... well… ‘negotiated an alternative employment’… with the Colonial Customs and Defense Agency after a complete and utter misunderstanding about several (dozen) customs violations. It was going to be a good night for the place… if the show was good, that is.
Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy
Yavia had heard word about the show, and had wrangled several of the nurses to go with her. Ilena, Temple, Shrine, a couple from Maternity and general practice, and Yavia all showed up at the door. She’d even asked Dr Fayth, who would have to arrive later because she had patients to see to first. Fayth had been rather excited when she heard about the country music. Apparently it was a favorite. Yavia rounded them all up and dragged them in a large group from the hospital and back towards the apartments.
Most of them lived in the same building. A few a block or so away. Shrine had a ground car and they all piled in, Yavia up front giving directions. “Yavia are you sure you know where you are going?”“How did you get an invite to this place?”
Yavia turned in her seat and grinned. “I’ve been there before, met the new owner, she’s amazing. I booked a big table for all of us.”
“Yeah, when did you go there?” Yavia grinned and shrugged, but Ilena could feel the giddiness and picked up a hint of name and she laughed, “Tenkiller! That’s where he took you.” Yavia shrugged, “I’m not telling.”
Shrine pulled the car into an open spot and the gaggle of nurses slipped out of the car, dressed for a night on the town. The plaza was lite up and busy and loud. Yavia led the way toward the door and gave her name to the guard at the door. “Yavia Crockett and party. We aren’t all here yet though.”
Yavia
The first rule on any new posting was to find the interesting places to get a drink and socialize. On Oed that left far more options than he’d usually have, but that didn’t dissuade Jonathan McBride from seeking out the most unique. And thus he had stumbled upon the Plaza Exchange and through a contact got to know this very odd speakeasy. Inside, he had snagged a table early (fortunately for him) that was in a protectable location and off to the side where they wouldn’t have to worry about people harassing them (much). He’d grab a drink in a minute, but for now he was waiting to see if the person he invited to join him would actually show up. On the surface it didn’t seem like their type of place (they were far too classy). But that he knew was just a partial cover. Maybe this was a test, or maybe he just understood people (and this person in particular) a bit better than his charming grin and confident swagger might suggest. The former pilot turned captain was dressed in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a dark blue and white striped button shirt left open. His leather jacket was draped over the back of his chair.
Captain McBride, Off-Duty CO
Amongst the commotion was another arrival. A off the shoulder long sleeved top covered in gold sequins caught the light as it floated around her body. Her knee high low heeled black boots clunked on the stairs (she’d grumble about going up them later), and her wide flared black skirt swung around her as she moved. Any quick glance at the woman would probably just register her as someone happy for a night out. Abundant black curls settled about her shoulders and she wore vibrant red lipstick and dark shadow on her eyes. A glittery bracelet hung from her left wrist.
It didn’t take her too long to spot her quarry and she carefully maneuvered about the crowd of people that made the night at the art gallery look like a quiet tea party. She slipped onto a stool at the table and McBride starred at her. And then laughed.
He leaned in. “Is that a wig?” he asked so only she could hear. He was trying to reconcile the woman before him with the woman in suits and professional attire and a no-nonsense attitude. the thing was he was certain other than the mass of curls, this was just as much Eela Dasca as that other woman was. It was fascinating.
Eela rolled her shoulder. “Hiding in plain sight,” she said, waggling her arched brows against her forehead ridge.
“Best. Night. Ever,” Jonathan declared.
“Shut up McBride and get me a drink. Aldebaran whiskey on the rocks. You’re buying,” Dasca said, taking in the scene with fascination.
Somewhere very close by and also hiding in plain sight was one of her security detail.
~Eela Dasca, Incognito
As the crowd filed in and drinks began to flow, there was a sense of fun and frivolity in the air. Laughter was abundant and everyone appeared eager for the show to start.
A few minutes after the majority of people had arrived, the lights dimmed and the stage was lit up… but the curtains remained closed. The crowd looked around confusedly for a few moments when the sound of an electric piano and guitar filled the room. As they played, a singular voice began to sing:
No I’m not goin’ crazy, but lately my head and my heart
Seem to be at least a million miles apart
My heart says to love ya, my head says to run
It’s like my heart is to afraid to tell my head when it’s done
I know that it can never be the way it was
Even though you’ll be the death of me I can’t give you up
Too much is not enough it’s not the love, it’s not the lust that grips me
It must be the whiskeyand the curtains vanished to reveal a band…
With Major General Charles Tenkiller singing and playing the guitar.
The music swelled and he continued to sing.
I’ve been drinkin’ to remember and drinkin’ to forget
I got I love you on my mind, I got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothin’ left within me
It must be the whiskey
Oh oh oh
No I’m not goin’ crazy, but lately these thoughts in my head
Are a whirlwind of a world of a million regrets
All the things I should’ve done, all the things I should’ve said
All the pain that comes with hatin’ the mess you’ve made of yourself
I know I’m chasin’ rainbows thinkin’ I could make it work
But the fact is that my actions speak louder than my words
And it only makes it worse thinkin’ of her, thinkin’ she’ll forgive me
It must be the whiskey
I’ve been drinkin’ to remember and drinkin’ to forget
I got I love you on my mind, I got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothin’ left within me
It must be the whiskey
I’ve been drinkin’ to remember and drinkin’ to forget
I got I love you on my mind, I got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothin’ left within me
Sometimes it hits me whenever I’m a little tipsy
Oh, it hits me whenever I’m a little tipsy
It must be the whiskey
Oh oh oh
It must be the whiskey
Oh oh oh
It’s that whiskey
Oh oh oh
It must be the whiskey(Cody Jinks ‘Must Be The Whiskey’ - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpeB8p4b8Sg)
Tenkiller
Zerbo heard about the exotic drinks and wanted to taste them to see if he liked them and then purchase big quantities of them and if he didn’t like them, then to purchase medium amounts of them to have for his collection and gifts. You never know what might come in handy and what beings like. The second reason he was here was to see what beings were seeking or could get. If they were good he would hire them for.... jobs.
He walked in and went straight to the main bar. He ordered the first exotic drink on the list and then asked to talk to the person in charge of getting them so he could buy some. Drinking his new drink and really liking it he saw the general singing and playing the guitar. He ordered another drink like his for the general and then toasted him while he played.
Zerb, Colonial Finance Minister
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