2020-03-18 Ceasefire Lounge

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## Log

> **Major Ember Storm**Mid-afternoon, and Ember was here, enjoying a beer with a late lunch. He, for today he is a he, is dressed in black combat boots, urban camouflage cargo pants, and a loose fitting tank top. As he ate, he seemed to pore over a notebook.
> (If @Sean Caldon wants to join in, he of course can, as can of course @Lauren Harper and anyone else who so desires)**Sean Caldon**as you walk in, the aroma of malts and hops are drifting around the bar from the back room. (if you have never smelled it, its like warm cereal aromas and strong floral/citrus aromas) having been here eating lunch , you'd know that Sean is brewing in the back**Lauren Harper**Lauren walks in from the open area. She's wearing her hair loose, framing her face and the blonde contrasts with her black dress that grows sheer midway down her legs. She's talking into a phone as she enters the VIP section "...lieve it, a full month. No shows for a month, at least!" She's clearly upset.**Major Ember Storm**At the sound of disbelief and frustration, Ember looks up, his own ember hair short and spikey today. With brownish green (or perhaps, greenish brown?) eyes, he seems to appraise the new arrival curiously.**Lauren Harper**She sits down at one of the tables, her tirade seemingly halted by the person on the other side of the conversation. "I... Yes, well..."**Sean Caldon**the occasional sounds of someone half humming, half singing in a melodic sounding language occasionally drifts out from the back too**Lauren Harper**"What am I suppose to do? I can't be a dancer unless I dance. It's kinda in the job description."**Major Ember Storm**Ember sips his beer, trying not to be too obvious as he eavesdrops. Not through any curiosity on his part, simply the fact that she is being obvious.**Lauren Harper**Lauren seems to only now notice anyone else in the room. She has the decency to look sheepish.
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> "I have to go. I'll talk to you later." She puts the phone into her purse and looks towards the man sitting alone. "Sorry." she says.**Major Ember Storm**"Everyone's at risk of losing jobs with this pandemic if they don't work in essential fields. It's understandable." He smiles awkwardly at her, as if not entirely used to the expression, but is trying as it is expected of him.**Lauren Harper**She stands and walks over to Ember. "I guess I would sound pretty vain if I argued that dance is an essential field wouldn't I?"**Major Ember Storm**"Food is essential, but look at how many restaurants are closing. Feel how you want on the matter." He looks up at her, nodding a bit.**Sean Caldon**drifts out from the back room, carrying a burst of the aroma with him, he seemed to have stopped humming when he got to the doors. he looks over at Lauren and the Major, smiling at them as he makes his way behind the bar, "Why hello there, could I get you anything to eat or drink?"**Major Ember Storm**"Already got mine, thanks Sean. I see Ibram got out of here in one piece last night."**Sean Caldon**nods "Yea, he complained about non-alcoholics and sorta just left"**Lauren Harper**Lauren gives the man a bright smile. "Oh, yes thank you. Could I get a small salad and a cup of coffee please?"**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(Sorry bout that I passed out.)**Sean Caldon**(me too :P)
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> "Certainly!" he heads over to start boiling water for the coffee and heads in the back to get a salad made up**Major Ember Storm**"That boy is going to get himself turned into a paste one of these days. No respect or discipline." The Major shakes his head.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(too much wine)**Lauren Harper**"Dangerous work?" she asks as she takes a seat by a nearby table. "You seem the type."**Major Ember Storm**Ember waves a hand dismissively. "Knowing him, it won't be some horror from beyond the Void that does him in but his own carelessness with one experiment or another. But don't we all risk dangers when we do great works?"**Lauren Harper**"I like to minimize risks myself but without the danger of falling, how could we fly?" she seems proud of of impromptu words of wisdom.**Major Ember Storm**Offering a hand, Ember gives another awkward smile. "Name's Ember. Major Ember Storm, USMC retired."**Sean Caldon**heads back in, stops to pour the coffee into a drip down container and then continues over to Lauren. "Here you are" the salad is full of various greens such as baby spinach, radicchio, arugula with cherry tomatoes, carrots, cucumber, sunflower seeds, it looks to be tossed in a light vinaigrette. "Coffee will be right up, anything else for you?" he says while looking at Ember**Major Ember Storm**He turns to Sean and shakes his head. "No thanks. I have to get back to work after lunch here."**Lauren Harper**She breathes in the scent from the salad. "It smells amazing. Thank you."
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> Taking Ember's hand. "Lauren Harper, with the New York Ballet Company."**Sean Caldon**nods at Major and smiles at Lauren, shakes her hand "Nice to meet you, I am Sean. Your friendly bartender here at the Ceasefire" he heads back, gets the coffee and brings it back along with milk/cream on the side and sugar**Major Ember Storm**"I'm lead engineer with a team at the Stanev Center for Aerospace Research. Sean has already met a pair of my subordinates, a doctor and statistician with my team." He finishes his sandwich in a couple quick bites, then sips his beer.**Sean Caldon**nods "My experiences with them have been when they were a bit tipsy... or drunk, but I do hope they are great subordinates!"**Major Ember Storm**"They perform their duties to the best of their abilities." And with that, Ember finishes his beer and stands. "I'll see you around, Sean. Maybe I can even convince you both to join game nights."
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> (gotta get going, load just finished)**Sean Caldon**nods to you, "We shall see. Be well."**Major Ember Storm**And with that, Ember makes his way out into the day.**Lauren Harper**Lauren looks towards Sean as Ember leaves. "Game night?"**Sean Caldon**"He is trying to find people to play some role playing game, World of Shadows I think it was called" shrugs, not knowing more about it**Lauren Harper**"Never heard of it." She's quiet for a moment. "I know I'm not suppose to ask but this whole natural ground, who calls the shots?"
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> She gives him a coy smile. "You? Bartender by day, Machiavellian by night?"**Sean Caldon**chuckles at that, "I know nothing more about it either. As far as who runs the place, that is one of our best kept secrets! Me?" chuckles again at the thought of Machiavelli "No, I just tend the day to day. You mentioned you are with the NY Ballet Company? Sorry you be having a rough time with it right now"**Lauren Harper**"Can't blame a girl for trying."
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> She folds her napkin over the now empty plate. "Thank you for the meal and the company."**Sean Caldon**takes the plate away "Of course. We will remain open despite the climate outside. If you should need any assistance, please always feel welcome to come on in"**Lauren Harper**"I'll keep that in mind." She smiles towards him again. "Hopefully we'll live through this."**Sean Caldon**"Oh we will, I've no doubt on that. Things will just be different for a while and probably become a new 'normal' after"**Lauren Harper**As she stands to leave to looks back at Sean. "Isn't that how we got here? Different turns into normal?"**Sean Caldon**nods at her as she gets up to go "Indeed it is, I am curious how it will go from now on"**Lauren Harper**As she heads out from the VIP section she whispers under her breath "Aren't we all..."