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The evening has just begun and there are already a crowd of people roaming about the Bull and Hawk Tavern, groups mingling together as they sip champagne and nibble on food.
Vessa Harden stands near the bar with a beer already in hand and seems to be content to watch for the moment, her eyes roaming the crowds assessing each to be sure that the security is functioning properly this evening.
A glass of champaign in one hand, his cane in the other, Wyri leans against one of the walls. He is dressed neatly in his DMC uniform, which he plucks at every now and then, as if just remembering it's there.
Down the stairs glides Katrin, her bright blue eyes surveying the crowd for a moment before she descends into it. A gracious smile curves her lips as she pauses to greet several members of the Eiru community and other business partners from one venture or another.
Who created these things? Marcus is not used to all this futuristic attire and it causes him to tug nervously at his collar a little. Though he did manage to figure out how that metal sunflower in the bathroom worked. Amazing things. He follows Katrin, slowly, carefully and almost hesitates at the last step before appearing out of the doorway. Nervous hands smooth at the legs of his pants, rubbing at a stain that isn't there.
Vessa Harden nods to each of them as they appear and continues to drink her beer and watch the crowd, looking more like the security she is than a guest. Katrin certainly attracts Wyri's attention as she descends the stairs. His blue glowing eyes follow her progress, but he doesn't move away from his place on the wall. For now it seems, the Aukami is content to watch.
As she senses Marcus balking, Katrin takes a careful step back to link arms with her shyer counterpart and lead him onward. The pair pauses here and there as the Proprietress greets people and introduces the man next to her. All in all, however, she's got a general direction in mind - the bar and drinks.
Marcus Page might at first, want a paper sack to breathe into so he doesn't pass out from nervousness, what with meeting all these people of all these different genders that he really has no experience with. For the most part, he is quiet at the introduction, but is pleasent nonetheless. "I am not used to this form of clothing." he utters lowly to Katrin when they start heading for the bar, which makes him seem a bit grateful. Nothing like liquid courage to make one feel better about themself. "Do I...er, did I put this on right?" Note; her forgot about the price tag that dangles from the sleeve she currently has her arm looped through.
Vessa Harden notes that her Boss is moving in her general direction and when she gets near is promptly saluted with a, "Boss." a nod is made in Marcus's direction, "Lookin' good mate." Seeing as how Wyri is being all anti-social she gives him a little wave as well, her attention still quite firmly on the rest of the room while she does all of this.
Wyri moves away from the wall, walking with the aid of his clockwork inlaid cane towards the bar. Tap. Tap. Tap. It goes as it hits the ground. "Vessa, isn't it?" He asks, when he's within talking distance to the woman.
Deft fingers pluck the price tag from the jacket sleeve and just as surreptitiously drop it on the floor. One heeled foot kicks it away. Nope, nothing to see over here. Katrin just smiles merrily. "You look wonderful Par...Marcus," she corrects, squeezing his arm. "Do not be alarmed. No one here will do you harm, no matter how... unusual they may look. You have my word on that." As they reach the bar, the Fastheldian looks and gives Vessa a smile and wave, which is extended to Wyri. "Come join us," she encourages.
"Thank you. I am unsure how guage myself." Marcus replies. He fliches hard, shaking his head seeing the tag plucked off. So those were supposed to be removed. He'll need to excuse himself to the bathroom at some point to remove that sticker on the inside of his pantleg. "Oh, I didn't think you would invite someone unruly, and I'm fairly certain I still know how to handle myself in a bar fight." Beat. "Are wine glasses still breakable or are they too made of some fantastic material like those pens are?" Katrin's closeness certainly puts him a bit more at ease. "And you look like a vision. I've never seen a dress like that before. Not used to something so...er, uh, well, it's not bulky compared to the usual. All the layers and whatnot. And frills. This," he gestures at the both of them, "streamlined."
Vessa Harden gives Katrin a grinning nod, "Lookin' good Boss lady." she turns her attention to Wyri, "It is indeed, your's was Wyri wasn't it? I seem to recall you being one of the more useful members of the crew shakedown mission."
"It was indeed. Wyri Grutos, at your service." Wyri tells Vessa, with a bow made stiff by his limp. "I wouldn't say useful... you were the one doing all the shooting." He adds with a grin. Towards Katrin and Marcus, the Aukami offers a nod. "You're looking fine this evening, Katrin." His voice like moving earth is almost as stiff as his posture. "I'll join you later, there are some locals I've yet to meet, by the looks of things."
Fashionably late, Voluria steps through the door to the tavern. She's quick at getting what she wants, snagging a glass of wine with a smile towards the person offering it. Her aura is predominantly green, though there's a rosy undertone that clings to her pale skin that may hint at her festive attitude towards the party. It's at the very least the first time that she's been dressed up on a long time. She thanks the steward and takes a sip from the wine. The taste of the alcohol going down causes her aura to flare, but it soon settles and she moves to mingle with the other party attendants.
Katrin tilts her head to one side as Wyri speaks but nods. "I don't believe you've had a chance to meet my cousin, Marcus," she introduces, patting her fellow Fastheldian's arm. "He rifted in late last evening. I am helping him find a place here on our little island while he adjusts to all of the changes." She looks aside. "Marcus, this is my Science Officer on the ship you were on last night, Wyri."
"Yes." Marcus notes with a bit of trepidation. "I am the resident uncooth barbarian." he notes wryly, having to look up at Wyiri. Height difference between Human and Aukami is pretty evident. For a moment, all he can do is starte, until he remembers his place. "Er, yes, well met, Master Wyiri." the name is said just a little slower than usual, as if trying to make sure he says it right. "Katrin has far too kind to me. Not sure I've warranted her generosity, but without her, my situation could've been much worse."
A thin silver eyebrow climbs towards Wyri's hairline. "Cousin, you say? One must look after one's family." His eyes, seeming to forever be glowing the deepest shade of blue, take Marcus in for perhaps the first time. "It is a pleasure, Marcus. Indeed, you're very lucky to have one as generous as her so close." Gripping the haft of his cane, Wyri then takes the opportunity to cast his gaze about the tavern, taking note of newcomers.
Reode is dressed appropriately. Or so she thinks. She might've paid the absolute worst seamstress in town for this particular 'dress'. It's purely ruffles. Giant, layered, bright pink ruffles up to her neck. One ear has a big frilly bow tied to it, as does her tail. It's obvious she thinks she looks FABULOUS as she scuttles in, beelining for Voluria. "I was told there would be whore-durves."
Voluria sips from her wine as she begins to mingle in the general party atmosphere. The Vollistan seems at ease, which is why the green color is prominent in her aura. As Reode approaches, she looks down over the rim of her glass at the Tupai. She regards the much smaller creature for a long moment, and then smiles broadly as is her trademark. "Hors d'oeuvres." She explains to the bat creature. "You are looking very lovely tonight, Reode. And the wine is quite good. I can snag you a glass, if you'd like?"
Marcus Page bites his lip nervously. "Well..." he looks at Katrin. "We're not exactly cousins. I mean, we -are-, but, not in the way that people would imagine. It goes into the matter of...of, uh, Noble Houses of Fastheld, which Katrin and I are, or were, apart of. I wouldn't say we're blood related, but we kind of are and...." he rubs his free hand over his face. "I'm rambling. I need a drink. Do you need? I need a drink."
Everett steps into the Bull and Hawk, wearing his dress uniform, though he's still got the handle of a bowie-knife sticking out of his boot, and a gun hanging off of his belt, pretty much destroying the effect of actually wearing a dress-uniform. The bat in a cut-rate princess dress causes a raise of his eyebrow, but he apparently thinks better of mentioning anything and opts instead to stand quietly and (Let's be honest) awkwardly around.
Katrin ducks her head down a little as Marcus begins to ramble, laying a hand on his arm and pushing him a few steps down toward the bartender and the booze. "Would you get me a glass of wine as well?" she requests, shaking her head. Looking back at Wyri, she nods. "We were of the House of the Bull in Fastheld. Distant kin. Cousins of sort. I look out for my own, so I have given him a place here."
"What the hell is a hor d'oeuvres?" Reode asks, them breaks into a smile at the praise. "You are FAR too kind, Voluria." She gives a twirl, the ribbon on her tail unraveling. "It costed a FORTUNE. Everyone's so fancy! Ah, waitress!" She chases one down and helps herself to some skewered meat and cheese before returning to Voluria. "Okay, puttin' my game face on. Come on, let's find some hot guys."
"Not uh... blood related but kind of, huh?" Wyri replies to Katrin, his scarred cheek pulling an amused smile into a grin across his face as his gaze follows Marcus. "Well, he's certainly a lively sort." Wyri looks back to the human woman, as if waiting for comment, but decides to continue anyway, "You knew each other well? Before the rifts. I can only imagine the difficulties of adapting to this world." Reode draws Wyri's attention momentarily. "I don't believe I've ever seen a tupai in a dress with quite so many ruffles."
"I believe that you are a hor d'oeuvres right now." Voluria replies to Reode as the latter takes the skewered meat. "I am fortunate that I have substantially the same build as an Aukami female. It made purchasing a dress a little...less of a fortune." The doctor notes while sipping her wine. For whatever reason she seems content to walk along Reode's side. She glances down at the Tupai. "Hot guys? I don't see many Tupai in attendance." The Vollistan notes. "What would...what would you look for in a Tupai, anyway?" She pauses. "I've yet to find another Vollistan."
For someone who training to be a knight, that display wasn't very knightly. Nor was it charming. It was..well, it was something and Marcus is already mentally berrating himself for it. Too bad when get the bar, he hadn't really taken the time to really look at the number of bottles lined against the back, some of which he didn't even know colors like that exsisted. No, no hard liqours for him. For all he knew, something there could kill him that was normally meant for a race hardier than he. But he does know a server when he sees one, so picking a flute of wine off a passing tray solves one problem and simply asking for a dark beer solves the other. Thankfully, the word 'beer' is known far and wide throughout the multi-verse. When he comes back to Katrin, he offers it up to her. "Sorry about that."
Katrin's gaze is captured by the pink dress and the little Tupai inside it. "Oh my," she murmurs. "I do not think I have ever seen so many ruffles on one dress before," she muses with a smile, glancing in Wyri's direction. "You look quite dashing in your uniform, Wyri," she adds. When Marcus returns with the wine, there's another smile. "Thank you, Marcus," she murmurs, having a sip. "You are doing just fine. Relax and have fun. That is what tonight is about. Talk to a pretty girl, make a joke or two. This is not Fastheld. We are not bound by the same restrictions that we would face there."
Everett wanders up to the bar and orders himself a shot of whiskey, lighting up one of his usual hand-rolled cigarettes with a phosphorous match and. The scar-faced fellow wanders up to Katrin and nods in greeting, grunting out, "Evening" around his cigarette.
"Dashing?" Wyri chuckles and shakes his head, but doesn't argue the compliment further then that. He pulls up a bar stool and with the assistance of his peculiar cane lowers himself down into it, lifting a drink off the tray of a passing waitress. As Everett approaches he chuckles again. "Nice to see you in uniform, Everett."
"You'll find another Vollistan, Voluria, don't give up! He'll be SMOKIN' hot, trust me. Just gotta' keep your eyes open. What I look for in a tupai... Okay, well," Reode turns to fully face Voluria. "Picture Fauze. /ANYTHING/ but /that/. So, keep an eye out for me, too! Stay close, I'll hook ya' up." With this, she turns and waddles over to Marcus, making to tug at his trousers. "Hello sir, how are you this evening?" Her game face remains. It's difficult to describe, really.
"...I don't think I know Fauze." Voluria replies. The Tupai leads the much taller Vollistan, who is careful not to step on that unraveling ribbon as she follows the bat girl across the tavern floor. "It is not difficult to spot Vollistans." She notes, while her eyes roam over the crowd. "We glow. We are not known as a subtle people." The rosiness in her aura grows as she continues to drink, planting the empty class on a waiter's tray before snagging another red wine to occupy herself with. When Reode tugs on Marcus' pantleg she looks down at the Tupai, not ready for the human's reaction.
"Fear of liberation caught up be social standards." Marcus mutters quietly, agreeing with Katrin wholeheartedly and yet having a hard time doing just that. At least the beer is good Dark and bitter, just the way he tends to prefer it. And even his glass is oddly shaped, like holding the glass cover toa oil lamp upsidedown. "You would think, given our House, that I would be used to doing just that. But then I would also have to cause some kind of barfight at the end of the eve. But," he shrugs. "I think I am already talking to a pretty woman." he adds. And that's about the time he gets a tub on his pantleg, causing him to stare blankly. "Katrin..." he hisses aside to the woman next to him. "-Katrin-. There's something talking to me. What is it, I don't want to be rude." A wobbly smile is given up to Reode, blinking a times in an effort that he's really seeing this. A glance at his beer, wondering if the alcahol content is higher than he thought. "Uh...good evening. Er...well. Yes. Well."
"Used to uniforms." Everett replies to Wyri, "Usually 'lot stiffer than this. Tend to be starched s'much they can stand on their own." the former cowboy scratches his head and peers at Wyri, before stating, "You'll have'ta fergive me, cause I seem to have forgotten your name."
"Good evening, Everett," Katrin greets. There is some level of amusement as she regards her stoic security officer. "While you are a member of my crew, and security for the tavern as well, I would ask that you make your... weaponry a little less obvious. We are trying to encourage a good time and not worry about barfights." She shakes her head and chuckles. "Yes, dashing," she repeats to Wyri. Ready to expand on this, she pauses at Marcus' tone. Looking down, she spots Reode and chuckle. "Good eve, Miss," she greets. "You are... one of the Tupai, are you not? I have heard of your kind before, but have not had one in my tavern before. I must say that I love your dress."
"That is a good thing, Voluria. He runs around giving all the tupais a bad name." As if Reode here is helping. "Okay, FOCUS!" Turning her attention back to Marcus and Katrin, she smiles politely. "Why thank you! I quite like the frills. People say that pink brings out the green in my fur. Anyway, you, sir! I fear I'm incompatible with you. HOWEVER! Behold - !" Reode whirls and gestures with her compacted wings to Voluria. "A beautiful glowing humanoid! Isn't she lovely!" And then she steps back, satisfied with her job. They'll be going at it like jackrabbits any second now, she's certain.
Ricky pushes the door open to the tavern and strides inside a few steps before he slows and takes an account of the people occupying the room. He glances around, letting his eyes linger for a few moments, before he turns and heads for the bar, apparently in an attempt to gather some liquid courage before he dives right into the conversation.
Voluria smiles broadly at Katrin and Marcus as Reode gestures towards her. "I did not put her up to this." The Vollistan assures the other humans, though her aura shows no flicker of embarassment. "She is simply trying to be helpful, as is her way. I am a Vollistan. I do not think that many of my kind have made their way here. I am Voluria, and I am enjoying myself quite a bit." Sip. "I have become quite fond of a venue."
Everett glances down at his revolver and says, "Oh, right. Used to a diff'rent local mindset. Nineteenth century to be exact." before downing a bit of whiskey without removing the cigarette from his mouth. "Ain't a lot of other places to store an iron though, and still have it on ya' when ya' need it.
"Uhh...what?" Marcus blinks down at Reode, following her little gesture to point out Volluria. "She's...um.." he stammers. "She's glowing." he states like nobody else can clearly see that. So, the glowing tall woman or the bat. "Well, I am sure Mistress, ehrm, I didn't catch her, but I don't think I'm quite ready for such a thing. That...uh, that isn't to say she's not lovely, quite the opposite, really. I am...not used to all these different kinds of people. Races. Beings. ...am I using the right words?" Another long drink. "Flames." he blows out a sigh.
Katrin laughs with absolute delight and merriment at Reode's words. "Oh, I quite like you," she asides to the little Tupai before nudges Marcus forward. "Ask her to dance, or offer her a drink, Marcus," she encourages. "The point of this evening for you is to meet new people and new races. This is a fantastic opportunity to do just that. Now go." Another light shove. She looks down at Reode, "And you, little Miss. What is your name?"
Wyri right out laughs at Reode's attempt to hook Voluria up. It's not every day you see a tupai gesturing at a vollastin as if she were the prize car on a quiz show. The Aukami flashes Reode an approving nod. "Keep up the good work, little frilly one, you'll find her a mate yet."
Reode looks mildly crestfallen when Voluria does not fall into Marcus' arms. Oh well. "I guess it's just you in your hand tonight!" she chirps to Marcus with a shrug, then bows to both Katrin and Wyri. "Oh I'll keep looking," she assures, eying Ricky as she distractedly replies to Katrin. "Reode. Pardon me a moment, need to get some more oar-derves."
Ricky snags himself a drink, and then takes a couple of sips before he starts towards where Katrin and company are discussing finding Vollistians mates. He slides up next to the proprietress of the tavern and murmurs, "Nice soiree." A nod is given to Everett in greeting, but his attention is mostly on Katrin.
Puff... puff... Everett blows a bit of smoke and watches Marcus' embarrassment mount. "Not sure if it's sad that I'm gettin' used to this kinda thing." he says to Katrin around his cigarette, "Probably should be."
"I believe that races is the appropriate term, yes." Voluria replies helpfully to Marcus. "You must be a new arrival, then, because there is a plethora of strange creatures on this side of the rift." She notes while sipping her wine. She seems to have a taste for it. "You will adjust." She nods towards Reode as the bat departs and then turns towards the only other person in the establishment as tall as she is. She can actually look Wyri eye to eye. "Good evening. You are an Aukami, yes?"
"I'm surprised she did not pick you," Katrin asides to Wyri. "Given your matching of heights." As Voluria approaches, she touches the Aukami's arm lightly. "Excuse me. I will leave you to it, before Miss Reode propositions every male here." She steps down the bar a little and gives Ricky a smile, sipping at her own wine. "You look quite handsome, Captain," she greets. She chuckles to Everett. "We all had to get used to the more... unusual aspects of this culture. I think that it is a good thing that you no longer want to run away screaming like a little girl in the face of certain races."
"Last time I checked," Wyri replies casually to Voluria, his voice the same, low, earthy tone as ever. With the assistance of his cane, he manages to get to his feet and offer the Vollistan a formal bow, his eyes tracking Katrin as she leaves.. "I'm Wyri Grutos, science officer for the DMC. And I think I caught your name as Voluria? Very interesting appearance, if you don't mind my saying so. And a lovely dress."
"Thank you, Mistress...oh, Voluria." Marcus finally states, with a thankful nod. "Yes, I am quite....new here. I am from the same place that Katrin is from, and I can say with all certainty that my homeland is not nearly as..." he makes a gesture about the room. "...advanced." Seeing the Aukami and Vollistan start to chit-chat, he'll leave them to it. Katrin has also moved off to speak with others of her crew, so he'll bide his time and falling into the background, trying to adjust to all this.
"I would say the same to you, but, I am sure my compliments cannot compare to the ones you've already gotten." Ricky replies to Katrin, and then takes another sip of his drink. He then heads in the direction of Marcus, and adds, "I wouldn't call us more advanced, persay. Technology is nice and all, but, it does come at a cost."
"Thank you very much for saying so." Voluria replies to Wyri. Her aura doesn't change, however, it remains the forest green on the outside with rosy undercurrents shooting through the spectrum. "I suppose I am in the Aukami's debt, I would never be able to buy new clothes if not for stores that cater to your kind." The Vollistan notes. "I am led to understand that we have a common ancestry, Kamiroid, but I am not sure how much that means. I am far more interested in your work at the DMC."
Katrin gestures for Marcus to join them. "Marcus, this is the Captain of the Devil May Care, the ship you rifted on to last eve," she says. "Ricky, a cousin of mine." She smiles to both. "Why don't you two chit chat. I'll be making my announcement soon and must check on a few things. If you would excuse me."
Everett shrugs and takes another drag of his cigarette, "Ain't nothin' changed 'cept it's easier to kill folks now." the cowboy pats the firearm on his hip, "Easier than choppin' ya up with a sword, anyway. Not that there ain't folks that still try that, I s'pose."
"The only downside of buying from stores that cater to my kind is that you must suffer Aukami sense of fashion, which of course, can be ridiculous. Still," Wyri pauses, glancing at the finer details of Voluria's dress. "You've done well." He takes a sip of his own drink, some sort of wine, and his tone hardly changes as he switches from compliments to business. "Feel free to ask any question you desire, I'll answer it so long as I'm able, if you don't mind me asking a few of my own. I've not met many vollastins before, and there is much I wish to know of your culture, if as you say we have this common ancestry. My own role is relaxed. I've spent quite a lot of time with my head stuck in books from botany to theoretical physics. I aim to assist the DMC where I can."
"Captain? Finally, a word that I recognize." Marcus says, stepping foward across the room. "Well met, Captain." Another drink of his dark beer. "I am unsure which I would understand, to be frank. I was just exclaiming the wonderous abilties of a device you all call a pen, so that should give you an idea of level of...what is that word? Technology? I don't...I think I know what you mean by that." Making gestures to the non-humans in room, he frowns. "To give you an example, were this my world, our church would declare some of these people agents of dark forces. It is...not something I am proud to admit. I have not been here very long, but I already we were wrong about so much."
Vessa Harden comes from the direction of the stairs and goes straight to the bar for another glass. Her eyes taking note of what has changed and after a quick word to the barkeep, who gives her an update as to what has occurred in her absence, she returns to the spot she had started at.
Katrin moves off to the stairs where she can add some height to herself, clapping her hands. "Good evening, everyone," she calls, voice raising above others. "Thank you all for joining us this evening, I do hope that you have had a wonderful time thus far." She pauses, surveying reactions. "For those of you that do not know, I am Katrin, founder of DMC Enterprises and your host this evening. While this evening we honor those we recently lost in a tragic accident here at the Bull and Hawk, we also come to you this evening with exciting news. Working closely with my scientific team, I am pleased to announce that the DMC has discovered a new planet and we fully intend to explore both it and the surrounding areas for both signs of life and to give ourselves the chance to colonize new regions." She lifts her wine glass. "So this evening, I would like to raise a glass and toast the crew of the Devil May Care, and wish her safe journeys."
"Well, whereas a pen would be completely unique where you come from, there are literally millions upon millions of them here. Many are lost down air vents, or dropped on the ground every day. But, consider what it takes to manufacture one of these pens, and, why you might be better off living at a slightly less..." Ricky begins, before Katrin speaks up. He listens to the announcement, and then lifts his bottle in return to her announcement.
Voluria is on her third glass of wine, her conversation with the other Kamiroid abruptly terminated. The Vollistan turns towards Katrin as she makes her announcement, and listens intently. Her aura shows no change at the human's words, but she does raise her fresh glass in a toast.
Everett glances at Marcus and says, "Ain't used to the kind of pens they use here. Used to the ones that'cha suck up ink with... fountain pens. Pencils, too. Prefer pencils." Katrin's announcement garners his attention and he grumbles something about new frontiers and raises his glass before drinking heavily from it.
Vessa Harden raises her glass of beer in the toast and drinks half the glass at it's end, a smile alighting on her face at the news. "Now that is good news, I wonder when we will go." she says more to herself then anyone else.
There is a general murmur of approval from the crowd that makes Katrin smile. "We are always still looking for new members to the DMC but enjoy yourselves this evening." She gives another salute with her wineglass before returning to her previous spot along the bar.
"I think I can understand what you mean." Marcus notes to Ricky. "I have not had much time to really study the differences between his land and where I am from. But the more I see, the more I notice so many irrational fears we have. Held in check, nay, promoted by a religion that was, in itself, corrupted." He shrugs at this. "I never thought myself a good noble, for a good noble wouldn't be saying such things. Still, I am stuck here, just as the others of my kind are, so in the end, I suppose the matter is a moot point." Sighing, added with a shrug, he turns to listen to Katrin, toasting along with the rest of the people here. "I had not heard people had been slain here. Truly, seems Lomasa tradition does not change." Another blink. "What's a planet?"
"And with that, I say goodnight." Everett says, placing his glass on the bar and heading up the stairs at his usual lumbering pace, "Gimme a call if'n anybody needs somethin'."
"You're standing on one." Ricky replies to Marcus' question, before he shrugs a little bit at his commentary about nobility and religion, "Seems to go that way just about anywhere people can concentrate power and quash dissent. Sorry this is a bit of a rude awakening, but, I think you'll find that we're not all sugar and spice around here."
Vessa Harden overhears Ricky and laughs before nodding to Katrin as she comes back near the bar. "Oh come on Cap'n, some of us are pure sweetness over here."
Never one for a fashionable or flashy entrance, Jane waits until the party is in full swing before arriving. She passes through the front doors quietly and scoots aside to allow departing guests to pass unimpeded. Her gaze scans the tavern quickly, catching sight of a recognizable face here and there. The pilot seems almost nervous to be in such a getup, and she spends a few minutes fiddling with her bowtie and her kerchief before finally making her way around the periphery toward the bar.
"I expected nothing less, truth be told." Marcus notes. "If there is one thing I have learned in my short time amoung the living, it is merely that people will find an excuse to fight over something. Money, religion, territory, magic. Well, I suppose magic isn't an issue here, but you understand what I mean. It's the main reason why I entered knighthood. I had no desire to become apart of my people's politcal system. I am sure there are simuliar social institutions in other places that I would find more familiar than I would dare admit. It is in that, that I am not as overwhelmed as I might be. For the most part it is, what was the word you used? Technology? Advancement? I can see that being the biggest dividing line. Oh...and all these different people. Certainly not used to that. Like that bat." Seeing Jane, he has another one of his moments of staring. No, don't stare, just drink some more. Maybe the colors will blend together.
"Good evening, Jane," Katrin greets to the tall pilot. "You're looking wonderful this evening." She surreptitiously elbows Marcus in the gut as he stares. "Come meet my cousin, Marcus. Things are slowly starting to wind down for the evening. Guests beginning to trickle out of the tavern to return home.
Ricky shrugs slowly at Marcus' comment, and then starts back towards Katrin, saying over his shoulder, "Consider this a second chance of sorts then. And do with it what you will." He closes on Katrin and murmurs something quietly to her, on his way to picking up a second drink.
Vessa Harden noted Jane's entrance as she continues to sip on her beer, currently content to simply listen until addressed and to keep an eye on the party. She makes note of who leaves, and with whom as well as those who stay and who they speak to. She does try not to be too terribly obvious about this however. Once Jane gets close enough she smiles and notes, "like the tux."
Marcus Page frowns a little to himself. Perhaps he's talking too much in lieu of being so nervous around such a new enviroment. With that in mind, he'll shut up and nurse his beer, which is slowly getting near the bottom of his glass. The idea of another sounding like a good idea, he uncerimoniously grunts when Katrin gets in with the elbow. "Another of your crew?"
"Hey boss," Jane replies to Katrin, sidling up beside her and turning to lean nonchalantly against the bar counter. She gazes out over the slowly dwindling crowd and frowns, reaching up to rub at her cheek before peering at her fingernails suspiciously. "Sorry I'm late. Was assisting in a few minor repairs on the Baconus Rex and lost track of time. Guess I missed all the fun stuff." She falls silent as Ricky speaks quietly to Katrin, and instead turns her attention to Vessa. "Nice uniform," she replies with a grin before reaching up to tug at her bowtie. "Thanks, thanks. For some reason the fabricators never take me seriously when I ask for things like this..." Her smile slowly falls into a puzzled expression.
Katrin leans in to listen to Ricky, a faint smile curving her lips. She responds in a quiet murmur, an amused look in her eyes. "I have a large crew," she says to Marcus. "And many other employees that I am sure you will meet as time progresses."
Ricky smirks a bit at Katrin's words, and gets himself a second drink. He mingles for a few moments with someone, and then heads in the direction of Vessa and Jane, "Thanks." he comments to Jane on her noticing his old uniform, "Haven't had much opportunity to wear this lately, figured this might be an appropriate setting."
Vessa Harden chuckles at Jane's comment though she does noticed her confused look she continues anyway, "It is just that they don't have a proper sense of style I think." she looks at Ricky as he gets closer, "I agree that your uniform suits you well Cap'n." she turns back to Jane, "Got a favor to ask you Jane, if you ever have the time. I just got hold of a little ship but I have no idea how to fly the thing. It is still in the shop but when it is ready to fly, would you mind teaching me about how to run the thing?"
These people have obviously had more time to spend together and develoup some decent level of comradiare. Marcu can understand that, so he's going to back off for the time being and watch on, while goes to fetch himself another beer.
"A beer," Jane calls to the bartender over her shoulder, and she turns back in time to see Ricky approach. She raises her eyebrows for a moment before grinning at him and lifting her chin in acknowledgment. "You could wear it all the time, you know. No reason not to, if it's what you want to wear." A short pause follows as she takes her glass in hand and gulps half of its contents. "Ah, delicious. But what? A ship?" Vessa is the object of her focus once more, and her pigtails bounce as she turns her head quickly. "Well uhh, sure. I've trained plenty'a pilots before. What class, out of curiosity? Not that it matters. If it goes 'vroom', I can operate it."
Katrin eyes Ricky critically from over her wine glass, finally nodding. "I do suppose our Captain looks quite good," she says almost grudgingly, though the man gets a wink. "I do hope that you all enjoy the little remains of the party," she adds, though many of the guests have cleared out. Only a few regulars and the DMC crew. "Please eat. I would like to avoid the leftovers."