GC Tea House

[Altan]

How much time ? So long since... Since the last time any of his ships came in Kusarian space. Memories of the past. A time that could not be forgotten. Ties that had been made and then the “accident”, the crash, and then nothing. There is times to play dangerous games and other to stay out of the way. He did not made things the right way and was nowhere to be seen for month, his crew knew his where about but stayed out of activity as well...

Does the docking codes still works ? Can he just come across Ainu and act as if nothing happened at all ? The Virage, his personal fighter seems to be identified correctly. Which means that he still has permission to dock and their deals may as well still be going on.

* It feels... familiar and yet... unfamiliar. *

Even-though he docked a few times in the past he never visited the GC Tea House. Why did he not take the time in the past ? Who knows... Anyway that's not really important is it ? Right now we're not talking about the long gone days but about the present days.

A Gaijin male of Caucasian origins and with the cardi scent in the eyes enters the Tea House and leave an old gun to the guards, he himself is wearing an old-fashioned burgundy raincoat and uses a walking stick to walk.

Looking in the room he speak to the barman robot.

“Do you have Gallic wine here ?”

The robot seems to understand, did the GC have any connection with the newly discovered house ? He never asked and never thought so, any other visitor may have given such a gift to the GC which must be why the robot gave him one fine glass of red wine.

* A lonely woman... Never saw her anywhere before *

He thought as he was looking the lonely Kusarian woman wearing a crimson dress. Surely Golden Chrisantemum. Nothing much to say.
He sits alone with his glass as if waiting for something in particular.
The other two... speaking a certain matter of no interest to him, or so he thought. Still the woman, even-though he never saw her face seemed familiar to him. Something in her voice. Wait and see. Listening to the conversation. Subtlety. Smile. A name. Miss Sei. Miss Sei.

*Sei ? Have I known such a one ? Would it be ? Let's see.*

Looking Sei's directly in the eyes.

“Osugi-san ?”

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