Pleasantview Lounge and Cafe

[Daerune]

As he was watching the Klingon he could see Jeremy coming towards him, his eye color quickly changed and the 'essence' of his other side was be undetectable to the Klingon, now smelling like a average human he turned to listen to Jeremy with Hazel eyes, he then turned back to the guard still holding the blade flawlessly in his hand for the Klingon to take or look, wondering if he would keep his 'essence' hidden as he did so.

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[Doc Holliday]

The storms have cleared. Med.Force.One is OK although there is some repairs on going to our communications but....Pleasantview Lounge is re-opened for business

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[Klingon Council]

Morosch looked at the weapons that were shown to him. He was intrigued as any Klingon warrior would be by such blades. He then took a look around and motioned for Christopher to follow. Not wanting to raise concerns in the lounge, they went into a small office adjacent to the lounge. Christopher followed with his weapons. Morosch then closed the door.
"Allow me to see those blades," he requested. Once allowed, he took great interest in them.
"You say you are not a warrior," said Morosch with a snort. He then grinned, "these are the weapons of a warrior." He paused and added, "You must participate in the Klingon ritual we simply refer to as The Glory of the Hunt."
"We not only go on a hunt but afterward, we celebrate not only the hunter but the hunter as well in song, story and feast," he explained, "I think you would enjoy it."

He then handed the blades back to Christopher. Then, he reached behind him and drew his battle knife and handed it to him, "we call it d'k tahg.

Each is personalized to the house, or family of the warrior. When a warrior forms his own house, a new one is crafted. The jewel in the center bears the house symbol. To lose such a knife would bring dishonor upon the owner."
As Christopher studied it, he then brought out something much more impressive, a large, curved blade.

"We call this bat'leth. It is our preferred weapon in combat....when circumstance allows it's use."

Morosch again grinned, "perhaps one day we can spar. If you earn my honor and respect. If you can show me that you have the heart of a warrior, I would be honored to have a d'k tagh of your own made."
With that, he took back his own knife. "I will teach you bat'leth if you so desire. At a later time, of course."

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"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

[Daerune]

He smiles as he spoke of his tradition 'The glory of the hunt.' Listening to him as he spoke about it and nodding after he was done. "I'd be honoured to participate in the ritual." He continued to smile his eyes returning to the same golden black colour as before as he presented his blade examining it. "Hmmm this is defiantly a blade that would require a different style to me; I tend to fight with nimble weapons fast small and decisive." He listened intently to what he said. Still having his blade in visible sight. "Right where the hilt and the blade meet there is my family, my kind's symbol."

He watched as he drew his Bat'leth looking over its shape seeming to study it greatly as he took the knife. "That would look like a challenging weapon to fight and defiantly one that would take a lot of practice, different hunting styles are good to learn and really I would think of myself as a Hunter for that's what Umbra Venator means, Shadow hunter." He smiled as he took his eyes off the weapon. "Bow, fire arms, my swords and hand to hand combat is what I am good in thus far...... that and a little ability of mine that comes in handy." he holsters his weapons in their hidden places. "Maybe if everything goes good between us, Ill allow you to make a blade out of the metal of my Nephthys fighter, I've had it made with hybrid metals that even cut into diamonds not even the battle armor I wear to protect my life is made from it, only my blades."

He smiles at him as he hides the weapons completely adopting his misleading and deceptive innocent look, he would look at him for a moment as they stand there seeming to think on something. "Maybe you will take part in a training session with me, it is challenging at least for me..... I go to places with stronger gravity and thinner air, it defiantly improves everything." He would smile slightly. "And if you practice there your strikes become faster when back in normal gravity conditions." He would offer his hand to Morosh.

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[Klingon Council]

Morosch gave what smile he was capable of giving, "perhaps we shall train together in the near future. I think we would learn much from each other. But, this ship is not the place to do it. Perhaps the Klingon colony on Canaria will be a more suitable place."

Standing up, he noticed the extended hand of his new friend. Again, he gave the smile of which he was able and took his hand in his own. "Two men, very different yet the same of the other and of those around us," he said, "I think we will get along just fine." He then escorted him towards the lounge.

"Be patient in courting Miss Nagger," Morosch explained, "she is fragile and takes time to give acceptance. Once she does, she is at the least a good friend. I would give my life for her."

As he said it, there she was, working behind the bar. By the look, life was good again.

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"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

[Jeremy Hunter]

Ellie sat down at the bar, and brished her long red hair over her shoulder. She tugged at the goggles around her neck. She didnt care about looking great, but at least the she ahd cleaned up before stepping out of her Charon.
She drank her drink, then felt it. Dangen.
He was sitting with a Klingon guard. She sighed as thier conversation came to a close. Ellie turned around.
She hung her head, the events of the past week refusing to leave.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Nichole.Schmidt]

Having finished a long stretch of work, she made her way back to her Canaria condo looking forward to a few days rest. Upon approaching the planet, she saw the famed Jinkusu, Med.Force.One sitting just off the docking ring. She had heard about it but never been on it. Living on Canaria, she had many Zoner friends and of course, her fame as a model gained her. Getting clearance, she docked her Eagle at the ship and decided to visit. Of course, a change of attire was in order.

She walked through the doorway to Pleasantview to a modest crowd as the piano player kept all present in good spirits as he always did.

The guard watched her walk by as she gave him a smile on her way to the bar.
"Vodka, please," she asked the young red head. Upon receiving her drink, she went to a small table and sat alone, scanning the crowd for someone she may know.

As she did, she tapped her foot and bobbed her head as the pianist played on:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly07GWoK9aY

With a smile on her face, she sat in enjoyment, forgetting about getting back to the comforts of her condo.

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[Daerune]

He smiled as they both shook hands watching the new friend move escorting him to the lounge once again but as the Klingon spoke of courting he would look a bit unsettled. [color=#ffcc00]"Uhh courting is not what I intended to do with Mrs Nagger, I am already taken with another, I just intend to be a good friend." He would see her happiness and smile slightly looking back to Morosch.[color=#ffcc00] "My soft spot is kids." He would chuckle slightly. "What people often need is for someone they can talk to and maybe even depend on to be a good friend, not to take advantage of their feelings."

He would sigh slightly as he dismounted his weapons wrapping them in his Jumper and offering them to Morosch. "I don't wish to talk to her when I have these... I trust you with what I would not any other." He would show him the two swords with his families' insignia on it. When he had pulled off his thin jumper the shirt would come with it slightly showing a third layer of clothing but this would have an odd blue glow to it which covered most of the skin except for his head and hands everything he gave him would have a slight chill to it.

His eyes would shift color back the mask of hazel as he went to approach the bar moving a bit awkwardly due to the unfamiliar feeling of being without his weapons or defenses. Sitting down on the chair sitting patently going over the list of drinks, this time he didn't have anything special on him just the Powered thermal suit and clothing but for the first time It didn't seem to make him unease at how venerable he was like this.

He looked around at things and didn't mind when people were around him for at least now as he looked at the television set but not seeming to interested in what the others were looking at having no real interest in sports or the news that it was set to turning in his seat again to look back to the bar.

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[Doc Holliday]

Finished with yet another long day, Dr. Holliday took a seat with his chief surgeon, Dr. Tesh. As he went to sit, John Holliday made eye contact with the pianist who was going to introduce him but shook his head not too. The pianist nodded his understanding and began an easy song, one the fellow pianist in the doctor himself would surely approve of: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIUeyDLV6LQ

The two men sat and began talking as their drinks arrived.
Dr. Tesh took a drink of his Scotch, "Excellent!" he said as he looked into the glass.
"It always is here, Ed," replied John with a smile as he swirled his glass of Coalition Vodka and took a large drink of it.
Ed was concerned for his friend as he swirled his own drink, looking into it. Unable to withhold how he felt, he just looked up without moving his head.
"John, you look like hell these days," he stated, "you need a break with all the work you do here, in diplomacy and being a new father."
John Holliday just looked up disturbed, "Why Edward that is one hell of a thing to say."
Edward put his glass down, folded his arms on the table and leaned forward, "John, I speak the truth. I say it as both a friend and a medical professional. You'll make yourself sick. I seem to remember when you did that to yourself before. Remember? The double lung transplant? The resulting lack of judgement that created the whole Aurelia DeFrance debacle?"

John knew he was right but didn't want to admit it. He looked down at himself, remembering all too well the transplant he had received. He then pulled up a picture on his datapad of Emiko and just stared at it.
Edward saw it and smiled, "She's beautiful, John."
John just beamed, "Yes, as beautiful as her mother."
Edward then got serious again, "John, why don't you go to your Estate and be a father and husband for at least this weekend. All is well on the ship and you can't heal Nina any faster. It's all up to her at this point."
John just looked at his blankly. Edward just repeated, "Just go. You need a break.......or do I have to make it a medical issue to force you?"

John chuckled as he waved his hand at Edward, "No, Edward, you don't have to force me. I will take your advice."

The two men finished their drinks. Edward retired to his quarters while John returned to his chambers to get a couple of things before boarding the shuttle home. He thought about what Edward said and took things a step further. He threw his pager in a drawer, hung up his whites, grabbed his trench coat and once he secured his chambers, took a shuttle back to Tombstone.

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[Doc Holliday]

After a long day, John and his chief medical officer, Edward Tesh, sat in a quiet part of the lounge over a drink to discuss things. The pianist played just loud enough to where they could speak privately yet could here each other. In fact, for critical matters, they spoke in Latin. Working as she always did, Doreen kept their glasses full and some hors'deuvers on the table.

"Well, Edward," explained Doc, "I think I have a very crazy but shrewd idea."
"For here?" asked Edward.
"No, elsewhere," he replied as he handed him a small envelope from an internal pocket of his robe.

Edward read it and just looked up over his glasses at his friend, "You aren't kidding, John, this is crazy. It's even somewhat stupid but for some reason, I like it. Now, will he go along with it?"
John picked up his glass and swirled the contents a little as he smiled, "Oh I think so. Look who the bait is."
Edward, still looking over his glasses, simply answered, "I noticed that too! Yes, that is enticement."

Edward then placed the note back in its envelope and handed it back to John who then tucked it deep into the internal robe pocket from whence it came, "So, what about those you are either friendly with or even neutral with? What would they think?"
John took a sip of his brandy and nodded, "Admittedly, there is work to be done but I think I can do this. Remember, he's not about money or material possessions so if nothing else, I may be able to get him to leave them alone on those grounds."

"People still see him as a murderer, John. Memor John Freeport 5 quod Corfu. Populus operor non alieno."
John could only sigh, "I know." He then took another sip of his brandy, "[i]EGO can tantum spes ut redarguo populus ut loco ut aside pro iam quod permissum."

"Somehow, John, I think you can," replied Edward, "if anyone can, you can."
"Let's hope, Edward, let's hope," John replied with a smile of confidence. The two men then continued with small talk before breaking for the evening.

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