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Episode 1: Where Angels Breathe; Maiden Voyage of the Meatball Express
Topic Started: May 15 2011, 10:49 PM (13,452 Views)
Meatball Express

2/22/10

Culver didn't offer a lot in the way of amenities. It may not have been the most prosperous of towns, but its residents took some pride in it. The streets were maintained, even if not all of them were paved and the buildings that lined the streets were presentable, at least on the outside. The mayor could frequently be found wandering the place.

The Silver Star Hotel was decent, but hardly worthy of the name. Rooms were clean, but small. And the dresser drawers were prone to sticking shut. There were two shared bathrooms, one at each end of the hallway. Sometimes, on a busy night, one could hear a constant patter of feet up and down the hallway as people pissed away their drinks. More fun, though, were the fights in the streets. They weren't often, but when they occurred, they gathered a rowdy crowd, yelling and laughing and occasionally participating. On a really bad night, the sheriff, rather than stopping the altercation, would get involved, too.

Days at least were quiet. Most people were home working their ranches or sleeping off the drunk from the night before. There were a few people who went about their business during the day, after all, the banks and various offices kept proper hours. Life in the town proper didn't really get going until dusk or later as the men finished their work for the day and drifted into town for a friendly, or not so friendly, drink.

The Silver Star had decent food and would even serve steaks because staff there knew what the tourists came for, and it wasn't the mutton. But drinks were not really on the menu. For those, you went to one of the nearby bars. Anyone who asked at the front desk would be directed to Lucky Pete's next door or the Sleeping Dog up the street.

Like everything else in Culver, Lucky Pete's was a decent, if not fancy establishment. The beer was good, although Pete's version of firewater had more water than fire. For anyone needing to do some quiet business, Pete had a room upstairs.

The Sleeping Dog was for the more boisterous crowd. That's where you went if you wanted a fight to go with that whiskey. One large, main room and the tables and chairs were bolted to the floor. Fights were not uncommon, but the bartender, nicknamed Little John after some long-forgotten fairy tale, was more than large enough to throw the combatants out into the streets. He was also meaner than a rattlesnake and few wanted to take him on, even drunk.


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Walking into the hotel one day. there was a message waiting for you at the hotel desk.

"Excuse me. You with that new ship? Yeah, 'ppears the Captain wants to meet you over at Lucky Pete's tomorrow afternoon."

He leans over the desk to get closer and whispers in a conspiratorial tone.

"You sure you want to be doing this? That ship shore don't look like it could get off'n the ground, you know. One plum ugly piece of work, she is. And that Captain? Well, word about town is he's a might different."
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Tojiro “Tojo” Yamamoto
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2/22/10

Lucky Pete's

Lucky Pete's seemed accustomed to the proceedings. Though Tojiro Yamamoto was not. Hiring was not something he had ever done. Recruiting a few folks for a little ruffian work seemed a much different matter. He knew that sort of thing a bit better. A lot better. This would be something else. He partially regretted having diverted his time during the last day to the cleaning and preparation of the ship. The cleaning of it at least.

He readied himself for the first applicant'. Candidate? The approach then? As though one is requesting something from the master of the farm; from a sensei or a higher positioned person. That seemed to be the best approach. They were requesting employment, justification then. and then... Proof was supposed to be an issue, though the idea of providing references was foreign to him. One did not call upon others to vouch for you, either they already had or.. but this was a different way.

References. He must remember to inquiry about those.
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He wore the more relaxed dark forest green robes. Less externally formal than the plain clothing he had been wearing for his duties in preparing the ship. But the dark solid green indicated an inclusion, or in his mind it did. These were people that would be brought into his household, the level of class and formality were different than when interacting with a tradesman. The single sword (he had come to the practice of carrying just one when among the verse) lay on a table near the one he would sit with the applicants. Another obvious gesture that this was a meeting among possible members of the same household. That an offer of inclusion could be made.

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Kate McManus
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2/22/10

Kate growled in frustration and stomped into the lobby of the hotel. She'd tried her luck at several different ships over the past week, and she'd yet to get a positive answer. As she was passing the desk, the clerk called out to her. She was a little confused at first, but as the man went on, she figured out which ship he'd been talking about. Her mood started to improve a bit. When he mentioned the captain being 'different', a small furrow of confusion appeared between her eyebrows.

"What exactly do you mean by 'different'?" she asked conversationally, her curiosity coming through.

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Meatball Express

2/22/10

The desk clerk leaned in even closer, looking about first to see if anyone overheard their conversation. A silly move, the town was too small really to have people about and far too small for the gossip not to have reached the other end by now.

"Well..." he drawled, "Word about town is he'd hired a cleaning lady for the ship. Only one who'd go was granny and she came back talkin' 'bout swords and stuff. Well, that and he tromped all over her nice clean floors, but that's just Granny for ya. And he don't shake no one's hand, s'pose it's cause he's all high and mighty, huh? Guess you get to be that when you'se cap'n and all, eh?"

He smiled gleefully. A good conversation was just the way to spend the time of an afternoon.

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Kate McManus
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2/22/10

"Swords aren't so strange" Kate replied, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Lots of people use 'em. Depends on where you're from I guess. And whether you're rich or not. See, on Sihnon and other places with a lot of rich people, swords are as common as guns. Some places don't have guns at all." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Some places people put on shows with them. Pretending to be people from two thousand years ago or so."

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Meatball Express

2/22/10

The clerk gaped at Kate from the other side of the desk as she casually chattered on about swords. His eyes lit up at the mentions of 'rich' and 'Sihnon' and she could almost see the credit signs shining within their depths. He yelled to some unknown person behind him.

"Mabel, break out the best linens. Seems we got ourselves a fancy one this time. And go send Jonah around for the mayor. He's gonna wanna know 'bout this."

He turned back to Kate, the credit signs still shining in his eyes.

"Guessin' we didn't charge him near enough on that paint now."

He pierced Kate with a stare. Not a rude look, that would have chased her away, but a searching one. What he was searching for was anyone's guess, though.

"So, how's a sweet, young thing like you know so much 'bout swords and Sihnon and stuff?"
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Kate McManus
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2/23/10

"Oh, I grew up on Sihnon" Kate replied easily. "My parents are very close friends with the Guild leaders, and know pretty much all the Companions." That part was only half true. Kate talked about how she went to school with the Companions but wasn't one herself, and made up something about the Guild sponsoring her travels for a year in the hopes that she'd decide to train as a Companion. She told the desk clerk to charge everything to the Guild, hiding her surprise when he actually did it.

Kate spent the rest of the day enjoying herself. She found a salon, and was only a little surprised when they knew who she was. She guessed the clerk had called over in case she dropped by. She took advantage of it, charging a manicure, pedicure, and facial to the Guild. The restaurant she went to for dinner had apparently also been called by the clerk, the staff showing her to the best table and using what was clearly the better dishes to serve her. She put on a good show of being used to such treatment without being snobby about it, but inwardly Kate was laughing at actually getting away with it.

The following day, Kate slept in later than she usually did. She took breakfast in her room and ate while she prepared for the afternoon's meeting. She arrived at the bar a little before the appointed hour. Kate wondered if anyone else looking for work on the ship would be there or if she was the only one. When she entered the bar, she stepped to one side of the door and stood there a moment to let her eyes adjust to the contrast between the light inside and the light outside.
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Tomas “Cappy” Sampson
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2/23/10

Cappy had listened in while waiting for the woman to be booked in.

Whoever this captain was, he sure did sound strange. He didn't think he'd ever heard of anyone like that during his time in the military, and couldn't remember meeting any folks like that since he'd left the service all those years back. Swords indeed.
He didn't really follow much of the woman's conversation, though it seemed she was under guild sponsorship.
He spent a few minutes wondering why that was so, then shrugged. Wasn't for him to reason why.
All he needed was a job.

On the plus side, at least he knew where to meet this captain now. Lucky Pete's, wherever that was.
Probably another backwater bar of some sort.
He resolved to keep his duffel bag to hand at all times. He didn't feel like staying too long, if possible.
He wasn't sure how much attention his clothes would get him, whether good or bad.
Even now, he still war the BDU's from the Bear. They were well kept.

Having paid for the room, he spent most of the night relaxing while reading a well thumbed book, puffing his pipe.
Eventually he fell asleep.

The next morning, duffel bag on hand, he went off to find Lucky Pete's.
As it turned out, he didn't have to go far.

He stood outside, looking at the place for a minute or so, and looking round too, at the general area.
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Meatball Express

2/24/10

There seems to be something of a commotion up the street, at the far edge of town. Hard to tell for newcomers whether this is normal or not, but it sure seems like the town is getting set for festivities of some sort as people set up a podium, bunting, and chairs and a group of musicians (although we use the term 'musician' loosely) start to warm up.

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Pete notices anyone new who walks into the bar, waving them on over to the counter.

"So, what'll ya have?" he asks congenially. Or, in Cappy's case, semi-congenially. Like most of the townsfolk, he may not like the Alliance uniform, but the money spends just as well as he doesn't want to lose out on that.

"You with the new ship? Yeah, I've got the upstairs room for you. Your captain's not here yet, so you can wait for him here at the bar, or head on up. I'll be around once in a while to see if you need anything."

And he waves you to the stairs.


<< OOC - I'm having Tojo post the floor plan for the bar, so you can find a comfy place to wait this out. Or go investigate the hubbub. Whatever you like. >>
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2/24/10

Tojiro had arrannged the table and chairs, decided how he would sit and stand. Then from the window he decided that he just might go see what this local celebration was all about. He had departed before any of the crew arrived.

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With the single sword in his belt, outer robe loose and comfortable around him. Under he wore more standard fair of the verse: pants, shirt, sturdy shoes. The single gun he owned was on the ship, he rarely carried it. Had learned to use it but felt little use for it. The tendency he had seen was that those that wore them seemed to believe that left them better protected. As though it were armor itself.

Tojiro Yamamoto approached the commotion, watched the players of 'the band' warm up; or whatever it was they were doing to their instruments. He found the bunting ugly and of poor color; the entire design and set up was quite ridiculous. Why is it that something needed to be set up in front of a speaker? The function of the chairs then? to prevent the undisciplined from becoming obviously slumped from boredom? He shook his head a little in disbelief then focused on those with the instruments. That held his interest. His curiousity towards them piqued, he watched.
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2/24/10

Cappy stepped inside, into the bar proper.

"Whiskey please. Double, neat."

He smiled politely at the barman. Better to be civil until people started being rude.

While he waited for his drink, he decided to ask the barman about what he'd seen outside.

"So what's with the commotion down the end of the street? Is it always this busy around here?"

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Meatball Express

2/24/10

A crowd had gathered as Tojiro approached the centre of the city. There was a podium set up and Mayor Goss was giving a rousing speech, although the words were indistinct. The town had turned out in its finery, the men in appropriately somber black, the women in bright colours and frills. Parasols and bunting ruled the day.

To one side, several men had pulled out old, battered band instruments and were milling about together in a knot of people and noise. At the sight of him, they burst into music, playing with lots of enthusiasm, but little talent. More than a few folks in the crowd winced at the din.

The Mayor held up his hands for silence, long before the song had ended. Either he wanted to get into the speechifying right away or he too had been bothered by the general lack of talent displayed by the musicians. He beamed a thousand-watt smile at Tojiro. And clearing his throat, he launched into his speech.

“Mr. Yamamato, it is my very great pleasure to welcome you here today. We are honoured more than mere words can say, to have your august presence grace our humble little town of Culver…”

The mayor’s words were drowned out by the shuffling crowd. Some of the folks had brought their own chairs. Others went inside the closest buildings and started pulling some out. With a collective sigh, they set them up and sat down, knowing how their mayor enjoyed his own windy speeches. At least they showed enough manners to keep their own gossip to a whisper, but stares and murmurs followed Tojiro wherever he went.

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Pete smiled at Cappy, although with one that didn't reach his eyes, just a little curl of the lips upward at the edges. Enough for show, but that was all that was needed anyway before he passed over the drink.

And if this whiskey was neat, Cappy didn't want to find out how watered down the normal drink was.

"Nah, normally, this is a pretty quiet place. Just found out yer captain is some rich dude from Sihnon. Mayor thought a proper welcome was in order. He's gonna be a bit. He do like his speechifying"

He turned back to the other customers. The place was already filling up. It wasn't normal for this time of day, but word about Cappy had already reached to the far ends of town and their curiosity brought them in. No one approached him; they just sat at their tables and whispered behind his back.

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Kate McManus
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2/24/10

Kate stood to one side of the doorway watching the people. She half wanted to go out and see what the commotion was about, but if it was a riot, she didn't want to be caught in it. She wasn't the sort to drink much alcohol, but she started approaching the bar anyway intending to get some water or something. Kate got within earshot in time to catch what the bartender said about the captain. It took her a few minutes to put the pieces together.
"Oops" she muttered too low for anyone to hear. Apparently, the desk clerk had taken her words the day before way wrong. Well, it wasn't her fault really. She hadn't come out and said the captain was rich and from Sihnon. Thinking back over her words, she saw how they could be mistaken to mean that. Kate mentally shrugged and continued up to the bar and took a seat. "I'll have a...strawberry daiquiri. No alcohol." Kate said when the bartender turned his attention to her.

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Tomas “Cappy” Sampson
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2/24/10

Well at least he was polite. Cappy could respect that.

He sipped his drink, enjoying what fire he could from the whiskey.He'd both better drinks, and worse too. Making a fuss was pointless.

He could hear the whispers behind him, but he chose to ignore them.People talked. Some liked the alliance, some didn't. The further out you went, the more likely it was that they didn't.

If this captain was rich, then it made Cappy wonder why he had bought the ship at all. Rich people, especially from Sihnon, generally didn't buy ships if they were of poor quality. Unless they had some ulterior motive. Perhaps he was sneaky. Still, as long as he paid, Cappy would fly the ship, assuming this captain would take him on.

"Do you think it's worth going to track down the captain? Or would you think he'd prefer to have his potential hires wait around?"

He was mostly gathering intel, rather than asking seriously.He took a glance round the bar, and spotted the woman from yesterday. Another potential hire. He wondered what it was she did.

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2/24/10

Tojiro Yamamoto was quite familiar with visiting the property of another land owner and being presented the skilled and unskilled laborers. A fine traditition not unlike those he was familiar with at home. The Mayor had beckoned him forward and Tojiro moved confidently along the front row of the crowd. He stopped next to Mayor Goss. More finery of talk from the Mayor followed. Tojiro had not followed much of it starting with 'austere presence' but he bowed at what he thought was the end. It wasn't, but he didn't bow again when it finally was.

The Mayor offered the podium. Tojiro stepped next to it. It was odd being asked to address the laborers, but if that's what the lord wanted. "You have done well under Lord Mayor Goss." It was good that he paid attention and knew the local lords name. "You are a fine assortment of labor and that which I have been able to trade for has been well made. Your women are well dressed, so there is much to thankful of your Lord Goss for; his wisdom has certainly made you wealthy and of good health. If only it was so in all ports of call around this verse, few are so well bestowed to such finery as you have been given by your ... Mayor."

And to him it was a fine assortment of folks, the finery of the women was of interest; his assumption being that they dressed their women up for parade as a show of their menfolk's wealth, yet the men remained dressed in plain work clothes to show one's own humility.

The Clock struck one'o'clock.

"I must be on with my own duties though." Yamamoto turned and bowed to the Mayor again. It seemed a token of humility of his own should be displayed. He stepped over and offered his hand to shake. The Mayor having heard Mr. Yamamoto did not do such things shook it with the gusto of having been given this odd honor, apparently he was unaware at the rather strange remarks and how they might have affected the crowd. "A fine gathering of serfs and tradesmen sir." Tojiro tried to return the rather odd or enthusiastic smile but he couldn't seem to extract his hand from the Mayor. He smiled a bit more, wondered if this was indeed some form of honor, but rather it was or not; he'd tired of the contact with the man. There seemed to be nothing that was to follow.

He reached over and held the Mayor's wrist with his other hand and firmly pulled his shaking hand free.

Then Yamamoto was off without a glance at the crowd and walked back up the street to Pete's. He entered and his eyes sought the bartender, who indicated in a general direction of some people; which Tojiro took to mean that there were people waiting. He nodded and then pointed up to indicate he was ready to receive them; then proceeded up the stairs. In the upper room he quickly washed his hands, dried; took his sword and sat it on the counter then turned to the steps to greet these prospective crew.

A busy morning. It was not going to be easy being a Captain: greeting the servants of the localities, tending to the particulars of the ship, crew and servants to oversee. For the moment he felt quite well suited to it. This was going to be much easier than he had thought.

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