Vieve Tisserand > I promise that I will swear that you blindfolded me and threw me into the cargohold.
Vieve Tisserand > Just for the record.
Darius Antares chuckles as he checks in his weapon at the security booth.
Darius Antares > C'mon Vieve, it's an adventure. *winks slyly*
Trent Valtine makes his way into the bar, flanked by Captains Antares and Tisserand. As he passes the bar, he orders a shot of tequila.
Darius Antares > Wow! *Darius exclaims* This IS a nice spread!
Trent Valtine nods > Yeah, quite a place. A bit less homey than the Athena, but definitely a place I wouldn't mind coming back to.
Darius Antares surveys the dance floor and architecture as he strolls to the bar
Vieve Tisserand scritches the scarlet flower that's tucked behind her ear, which is attached to the dark green vine that wraps around the top of her sparkly silver dress -- and surrenders her entire tiny bag to the weapons check.
Darius Antares orders a tequila for himself and Trent
Trent Valtine passes the shot he already had waiting for him to Vieve, and picks up the shot
Darius ordered. He raises it and smirks > To setting back diplomatic relations.
Darius Antares laughs > Aye!
Darius Antares throws back the shot and sets the glass back on the bar.
Vieve Tisserand looks at the drink in her hand, and sips from it. She makes a face, then just drains the glass.
Vieve Tisserand > Wasn't bad. Afraid I'm going to have to drink a lot of them, though. The glasses are small!
Darius Antares orders another round for the three and continues to survey The Skyhook interior.
Trent Valtine knocks back the shot, and turns to look around the crowd. > You know, I'm not sure I actually see an Omerta pilot in here...Or what're they calling themselves now? Ghost Party? Festival? Somethin' like that?
Darius Antares > Ghost Festival, I believe.
Trent Valtine nods. > Wonder why they changed up the name.
Darius Antares > Indeed, very Matar-esque. Don't you think?
Vieve Tisserand > Wonder if they were warned in advance and decided to park a camp outside the station?
Trent Valtine shrugs and orders another round for the three of them. > I guess I should've warned my crew what happens when the pilot drinks tequila...
Vieve Tisserand > Oh. Wait. Did I say that out loud? Bad Vie. Have another drink.
Vieve Tisserand picks up the shot glass and downs it.
Trent Valtine does the same
Darius Antares chuckles at Trent's inference.
Darius Antares quickly catches up on his shot
Trent Valtine > Oh well. They'll figure it out when I scrape a few thousand isk worth of ship paint off on a docking bay door.
Vieve Tisserand > So, what happens when the pilot drinks tequila?
Vieve Tisserand > Ah. That.
Trent Valtine chuckles > Yup. That.
Trent Valtine > So, are you two going to be able to make it to any of the mining shifts next Monday?
Vieve Tisserand > Did you want me to come sing at the rocks again?
Vieve Tisserand orders another round of tequila.
Trent Valtine grins > Of course. It'll lull them into a false sense of security.
Darius Antares > Mmmmmmm * clucks his tongue * Afraid not, I'm behind on some paperwork and that's my day to catch up on it all. *frowns*
Trent Valtine nods > Not a problem. Are Mondays usually busy for ya 'round those times?Darius Antares takes another shot.
Vieve Tisserand > Are you scared of my singing around those times?
Trent Valtine orders another and downs it to catch up.
Darius Antares chuckles
Vieve Tisserand > He isn't answering. He is terrified, I swear.
Darius Antares > Actually, I like the singing on mining ops.
Vieve Tisserand has that third shot.
Darius Antares > Kind of a tradition, actually
Trent Valtine nods
Trent Valtine > Started by a dear friend who unfortunately has left the stars indefinitely.
Darius Antares nods
Darius Antares > You both make it to the memorial?
Trent Valtine shakes his head and sighs > Unfortunately, no. But, I plan to make a bit of a pilgrimage out to it soon to pay my respects.
Vieve Tisserand > I was also unable to go. Stuck out in Eglennaert getting another clone vetted.
Vieve Tisserand makes a face. "But I will go visit the memorial soon. I didn't know him, but I have heard so many things about him that I almost feel like I do."
Darius Antares > Same here, that should be another thing to put on our night owl agenda.
Trent Valtine nods. > Definitely.
Darius Antares grins and enters some data on his wrist-holo
Vieve Tisserand starts counting empty shot glasses.
Trent Valtine > I also missed the presentation of Vahn's memorial award, which I also regret.
Came in just when the party was winding down.
Trent Valtine orders another shot.
Darius Antares does the same
Darius Antares > Vie? Want another?
Vieve Tisserand > Make it two. I'm behind you guys.
Vieve Tisserand dimples. "Thank you!"
Darius Antares > That's the spirit. *orders two shots for Vie and adds on a pint to chase his*
Vieve Tisserand > Ever have one of those weeks where everything feels like some vast conspiracy?
Trent Valtine > C'mon, chasing? Darius, while we're here, I don't wanna see you chase tequila with anything but more tequila. <>
Vieve Tisserand gets up onto a bar stool, and collects one of the shot glasses. "To vast conspiracies."
Darius Antares chuckles and joins in the toast > Conspiracies!
Trent Valtine holds his up > To vast conspiracies.
Trent Valtine > And who is conspiring against you this week?
Vieve Tisserand gets her shot down. "Everybody. For good and for ill and for just generally weird."
Vieve Tisserand > Gerrard.
Darius Antares smirks > Gerrard!?!?
Trent Valtine > Gerrard?
Vieve Tisserand nods gravely, and trades empty shot glass for full one.
Trent Valtine > How is our fearless Combat Accountant conspirin' against ya?
Vieve Tisserand holds up a finger while she gets the shot down.
Vieve Tisserand watches Darius keel over.
Vieve Tisserand puts her glass down.
Vieve Tisserand > Damn.
Trent Valtine > So?
Trent Valtine > This sounds like a good story.
Vieve Tisserand waves a finger at Darius. "Should we prop him up or something?"
Trent Valtine > Nah...he'll probably be fine...
Trent Valtine > Probably...
Vieve Tisserand hops down from her bar stool, and crouches by Darius. She turns his head so he won't choke on any vomit. "Oh, you're awake."
Darius Antares shakes off the dizzy spell
Trent Valtine > Welcome back to the land of the livin', Darius. We thought you were down for the count for a minute there.
Vieve Tisserand gets up and backs away from Darius. "I'm sorry. I know it is really hard to believe that Gerrard can conspire against anyone. I know the feeling."
Darius Antares > Just a tad overwhelming.
Vieve Tisserand > Yes!
Vieve Tisserand hops up and down to emphasize the point.
Trent Valtine > So how's he conspiring against ya?
Darius Antares dicides to sit down on a bar stool.
Vieve Tisserand > Well. He took me out to dinner. No, that's not right. Wait, Vie, back up. Backing up.
Darius Antares sips from his pint of beer.
Vieve Tisserand backs up and leans against the bar.
Darius Antares > So, he buys you dinner and that's a conspiracy?
Vieve Tisserand > He suggested that I find some attractive corporation member to ask him out to dinner, this in front of whom we think is Sakura Nihil's sister, and me, like a nitwit, tried to recruit her for the corporation because I thought he...
Vieve Tisserand pauses.
Vieve Tisserand > He didn't buy me dinner.
Darius Antares scratches his scruffy chin
Vieve Tisserand > We went on a lunar picnic. I rented all terrain skis, just in case that it didn't turn out to be an interrogation about how I spent my time hiding out in Amarr ... and I am still REALLY SORRY about that washing machine.
Vieve Tisserand > Is there more tequila?
Darius Antares pushes his shot glass towards Vie
Trent Valtine > Well, since he didn't buy ya dinner, the drinks are on us.
Vieve Tisserand > Thank you.
Vieve Tisserand downs the shot.
Vieve Tisserand > Now, where was I?
Darius Antares > Ski's and Interrogation
Trent Valtine downs the shot and pauses for a second. > I wonder how the crew'll react when I damn near crash the ship...Maybe I should take the Interbus.
Darius Antares ponders
Vieve Tisserand > Well...
Darius Antares > Probably a lot of screaming
Trent Valtine nods > Probably
Vieve Tisserand > He brought along a portable cloaking generator, which I thought was perfect, because, hey, it was a remote moon, and cloaked -- there was no way that anybody would find my dead body for a while, because, you know...
Vieve Tisserand > Screaming?
Darius Antares chuckles and takes his shot from the round and chases it with a chug of beer
Vieve Tisserand > Oh, yeah, there was some of that.
Vieve Tisserand > A fair bit of that, actually.
Darius Antares > Portable cloaking generator, that is a touch of DuNord class there.
Trent Valtine > Wait...Why was there a cloaking generator...?
Vieve Tisserand > Jules was being ... Jules again, you see, which I didn't know at the time, but it made sense in retrospect when I found out.
Darius Antares sips his beer and shrugs at Trent, trying to follow Vie's story.
Trent Valtine orders a whiskey on the rocks.
Vieve Tisserand > Because apparently Gerrard had told him that he was going off on a picnic with me, and Jules was ... Jules, and thus curious about where exactly, and I sometimes really think that he should have a hobby other than tracking people down, because...
Vieve Tisserand > It's really awkward when one is trying so hard to BLEND IN in Amarr and all, but --- oh, right.
Vieve Tisserand > Interrogation.
Vieve Tisserand > No interrogation.
Trent Valtine > There wasn't any interrogation?
Vieve Tisserand > Then I thought that we were out on this Fate forsaken moon with good wine and hot chocolate and marshmellows and yummy chunks of red meat because the bastard was going to promote me.
Trent Valtine > I thought he didn't get ya dinner.
Darius Antares > Ahh, hence the screaming?
Trent Valtine > This is sounding a lot like dinner to me.
Vieve Tisserand > I packed a picnic.
Vieve Tisserand > There were kabobs.
Trent Valtine > Ah, I see. <>
Vieve Tisserand > And yes, screaming! Lots of it, but ... all inside, of course, because he is -- was our esteemed CEO at the time, even though he wanted me to call him Gerrard because he said it would give him a rash if I didn't.
Darius Antares chuckles
Vieve Tisserand daintily selects another shot of tequila. "This is a nice bar. And we haven't even been thrown out yet. We should try harder."
Vieve Tisserand > I could find an Achuran and try speaking to them in Achur. That would probably get us thrown out.
Darius Antares waves off Vie's comment. > Nyah, I'm not trying to get kicked out. This place is actually nice.
Vieve Tisserand > Oh. Understood. Yes, sir. No getting kicked out.
Vieve Tisserand feeds Gertrude a bar snack.
Trent Valtine > Well, I guess getting kicked out shouldn't be at the top of the To-Do list, especially with no actual Ghost Festival pilots around.
Vieve Tisserand nods twice. "Makes sense."
Trent Valtine > Now, if there were some pirates around to mess with, I'd be happy to pick a fight.
Vieve Tisserand > Are they outside painting graffiti on your ship?
Trent Valtine > Could be
Darius Antares > Well, we're off duty! But we still represent STRIX, just remember not to make it into politics.
Trent Valtine > Though if they are, maybe it'd be a good idea to take my ship home, so that I can scrape the graffiti off.
Trent Valtine > No worries, Darius.
Vieve Tisserand > Yes, sir. No politics.
Vieve Tisserand gets around to drinking from the shot glass in her hand. When she finds it's already empty, she exchanges it for another.
Trent Valtine > I'd sooner insult Aria Jenneth's ideas on infomorph post-humanism than pick a fight based on real politics.
Darius Antares > Just saying, we're here to have a good time. *finishes off his beer*
Darius Antares chuckles
Trent Valtine nods and looks to Vieve.> Damn, you're puttin' 'em back, aren't ya?
Trent Valtine finishes off his glass of whiskey. > I've gotta catch up!
Vieve Tisserand > Human. That's what Gerrard said. That I was more human than almost anybody he knew, or something like that.
Vieve Tisserand > Which is just plain weird, if you ask me, all things considered.
Trent Valtine raises a brow > More human that anyone he knows, eh? Wonder what he meant by that.
Vieve Tisserand frowns. "I still think I should have gotten the deposit back on the tent."
Darius Antares laughs and orders another beer.
Vieve Tisserand > It was fine! Not like it was completely broken.
Trent Valtine > How'd ya partially break the tent?
Darius Antares > Aye, this sounds interesting indeed.
Vieve Tisserand looks around Darius at Trent. "Have you ever been with anybody who went the full special operations course at the Academy then got a special operations commission?"
Darius Antares > Nope
Vieve Tisserand > It was....
Darius Antares raises an eyebrow
Vieve Tisserand puts her shot glass down and gestures in the air. Could be conducting, could be invisible origami, could be the safety directions that someone will be giving Trent's crew when they're crash landing later.
Trent Valtine > It was...?
Vieve Tisserand pauses. "I have this weird urge to do math."
Darius Antares hisses at the word math
Vieve Tisserand jumps, and pats Gertrude.
Trent Valtine looks to Darius and laughs. > And you're a trader! Math is part of your job, more or less.
Darius Antares shrugs. > Yeh but that's creative math
Vieve Tisserand > And I'm not sure the chili will come out of his couch.
Trent Valtine grins > So what was the end to your sentence, Vieve? Or are you going to leave us on the edge of our seats?
Darius Antares snorts into his beer.
Trent Valtine > Wait, what was that?
Vieve Tisserand blinks slowly at Trent. "Hmm?"
Darius Antares tries to find a napkin to wipe the froth from his nose
Darius Antares curses the inept waitstaff
Trent Valtine > Ya said "It was", did some hand waving, and then mentioned somethin' about couches.
Darius Antares finally wipes it off with his sleeve
Vieve Tisserand > Oh.
Vieve Tisserand > It wasn't an interrogation.
Trent Valtine > Ya've lost me.
Darius Antares > And chili
Vieve Tisserand > Really good chili.
Trent Valtine > Where does chili come into play in the whole story?
Vieve Tisserand frowns again. "But I think I broke Scythus. Pop. He was spinning like crazy, bouncing like a rubber ball, so I had to hit him a few times so he'd just stop and listen to me and he wasn't listening because I guess he was happy...."
Vieve Tisserand > But I had no idea! None!
Vieve Tisserand > Chili?
Vieve Tisserand > It was good chili. Gicodel. Sisters of Eve station. There's this guy named Pablo.
Darius Antares once again enters some data into his wrist-holo
Vieve Tisserand picks up a napkin and wipes some of the missed beer off the bar top.
Trent Valtine wonders if he keeps doing that just to keep up with Vieve's story. Drunk and unaided by technology, Trent was having a rather hard time following it.
Vieve Tisserand tilts her head to look at a spot on the bar, then scrubs the spot really really hard with the napkin.
Trent Valtine orders another shot. Perhaps the problem was that he could still see straight...
Vieve Tisserand > So, what were we talking about? Politics?
Trent Valtine takes his shot. > Damned if I know.
Vieve Tisserand > Oh, right. Eternal damnation.
Trent Valtine > Sure
Trent Valtine > Sounds about right to me
Vieve Tisserand scrubs, while Gertrude unfurls some from around her and attacks an unsuspecting bowl of bar snacks. "Which I am, you know. Quite. Very."
Trent Valtine > Eternally damned, you mean?
Trent Valtine > I wouldn't go that far.
Darius Antares moves his fingers away quickly from the snack bowl
Vieve Tisserand > I really think the pressure of the job got to him. He just woke up one day and said, oh, hey, I keep thinking about Vieve even after she leaves a room, because she makes me want to claw my eyeballs out....
Vieve Tisserand > No. That's Gervais
.
Vieve Tisserand > Gerrard. Different g. Very very different g. As in we were having so much fun with gravitational forces.
Trent Valtine laughs
Darius Antares chuckles and nods at Vie's comment.
Vieve Tisserand > And I got promoted anyway.
Vieve Tisserand > Aggravating.
Vieve Tisserand > The things we do in the service of the Federation.
Vieve Tisserand > I don't want to give back Scythus' cat. I'm afraid he'll eat it.
Darius Antares > Ah, it'll get more comfortable as time goes on.
Darius Antares > And then there will be more promotions
Vieve Tisserand looks up from the pulp of the napkin she has scrubbed to death trying to get the decorative spot off the bar top. "You are an evil man, Darius Antares."
Trent Valtine > Why do you have Scythus' cat? And why would he eat it?
Trent Valtine > Better question...Do I wanna know?
Vieve Tisserand > The cat ran away from him after I made him go pop.
Darius Antares chuckles and raises his beer to Trent
Vieve Tisserand > I took the cat with me. It's a sweet cat. Hasn't clawed up my butt at all.
Darius Antares > You popped Scythus and scared his cat.
Vieve Tisserand > Pop!
Vieve Tisserand > Made a big mess. I'm not even sure he's the same person anymore.
Darius Antares > Well then! TO messes! *takes a swig*
Vieve Tisserand > Is there more tequila? I think I like tequila? It makes things look pretty.
Darius Antares laughs and summons the bartender
Trent Valtine orders another round of tequila shots
Darius Antares > I think you might need InterBus later too Vie.
Vieve Tisserand > I think I like tequila? What is this, Vie, an interrogation?
Vieve Tisserand > If I wake up in some Caldari laboratory, it is all my fault.
Vieve Tisserand > No.
Vieve Tisserand > Your fault.
Vieve Tisserand > And you will have to marry Maman.
Trent Valtine downs his shot. > That's right, Darius, it is your fault. Why don't we go for a ride in your ship rahter than paying the interbus fee?
Vieve Tisserand collects a shot of tequila. "Thank you, good sirs."
Trent Valtine > Ah, bugger. Got knocked out again.
Vieve Tisserand looks down at the sprawled Darius.
Vieve Tisserand > Usually, when I black out like that, I'm at least upright.
Trent Valtine snickers a bit. > He fell funny.
Vieve Tisserand > Or I wake up several systems away wearing a bad wig.
Vieve Tisserand > I don't know why I don't look good in wigs.
Vieve Tisserand > I hate my hair.
Vieve Tisserand > He looks so peaceful there on the floor, doesn't he?
Trent Valtine > Oh, it's much prettier than a wig'd be. Wigs are silly.
Trent Valtine nods > You know, he does look rather peaceful.
Trent Valtine > But, if we end up leaving before he does, I'm sure he'd appreciate us taking him along. It's never good to wake up in a pirate bar, with a hangover, surrounded by hostiles.
Vieve Tisserand > Quite true.
Vieve Tisserand > I don't think I can pick him up.
Vieve Tisserand > I could help drag him.
Trent Valtine > I could do it...though my balance is...probably not the greatest at the moment.
Vieve Tisserand > Dragging him might be best.
Vieve Tisserand > He'd already be on the floor, right?
Trent Valtine nods
Trent Valtine nudges him with a foot.> I wonder if he'll come-to this time, or if he's down for the night...
Vieve Tisserand reels in Gertrude, and puts the empty bowl of bar snacks back on the bar.
Vieve Tisserand > Did he drink a lot?
Trent Valtine > Well, I'd say we all did...but I guess he didn't take it was well...
Vieve Tisserand frowns. "Did I break his brain?"
Trent Valtine > Nah, he broke it himself.
Trent Valtine > It wasn't like it was working well in the first place anyway.
Trent Valtine grins
Vieve Tisserand > I do that, and all. Make people go pop. Which is why I'm really worried about Gerrard. See, I'm trying very hard to be normal, because I like being normal, and I can usually pull it off, but every now and then I just get so weird it's dangerous.
Trent Valtine > I don't think any of us could be described as the definition of regular. Nothing wrong with being who ya are
.
Vieve Tisserand > With tomato sauce.
Trent Valtine nods > Yep. With tomato sauce.
Vieve Tisserand nods.
Vieve Tisserand > Think he might wake up if we dragged him out on the dance floor?
Trent Valtine > Maybe, though I don't know how good of a dance partner he'd be...
Vieve Tisserand > We could dance around him like he was some Intaki idol.
Vieve Tisserand looks toward the dance floor. "Damn it all. I am going to dance!"
Vieve Tisserand kicks off her shoes, and tucks them into Darius' pants pockets.
Trent Valtine stands up, wobbling a bit. "Well, I'll join ya."
Vieve Tisserand > La la la la la.
Vieve Tisserand skips off toward the dance floor, with her plant glaring at the world behind her shoulder. That is, it might be if it had eyes.
Trent Valtine follows
Vieve Tisserand cannot dance. More to the point, she's a trained dancer, which doesn't mean she can dance like people who aren't, and the music in her head is probably different than what's playing. "So HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN DARIUS?" she asks.
Trent Valtine tries to dance with her, but has never been a good dancer in the first place, so the result looks rather ridiculous. "OH, SINCE I JOINED STRIX. BEEN GOOD FRIENDS SINCE."
Vieve Tisserand > OH! THAT'S GREAT! I KNEW HIS DAD SINCE I WAS LITTLE! HE'S THE REASON I DON'T LIKE PINK!
Trent Valtine laughs > WELL THAT'S GREAT! DARIUS IS THE REASON I DON'T LIKE KETCHUP!
Trent Valtine dances with Vieve for a while before deciding that it was probably time to get out of there, before he passes out and wakes up surrounded by angry pirates. He pulled Vieve off the dance floor, picked up Darius, and headed to the Interbus station.
Vieve skips out barefooted, because Darius is still guarding her shoes. "Bye, bye, pirates!" she sings. "We have no doughnuts today!"
((Found this log at the old, old STRIX Forum. Vie has honors for that original post and the wisdom to save the chat log. Brought back some good memories even with my crappy connection at the time. I think Darius still has a hold of those shoes.)
No comments:
Post a Comment