2020-03-17 Ceasefire Lounge

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## 2020-03-17 Ceasefire Lounge

### PCs

Ember Storm
Shiloh Young
Ibram Blacke
Sean Caldon

## Log

> **Major Ember Storm**As with many things around the enlightened, coincidence seems to keep the bar open for select clientele even after everything else is closing with the pandemic. As such, one Ember Storm is enjoying an evening drink, rum and root beer, and relaxing to the beat of the music. She, as she is a she tonight, is dressed in a business casual attire, white business blouse over black slacks. While she has come here alone, that doesn't stop others from showing, if they can work the right level of coincidence to get in.**Shiloh Young**Some time later, a young woman strolls up to the lounge. She pauses before it, glancing between it and at a card she clutches between her hands. She waffles there for a moment, debating on going in, before with a long breath she pushes on (or attempts to, at the least) through the door.</nowiki\>
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> Shi was dressed a little nicer today, all black leggings with her flared up and back.**Major Ember Storm**Ember is sitting, watching the outside through a window. She smirks, wondering how this one will work coincidence in her favor, or if she will at all.**Shiloh Young**Once through, she pauses, just staring about, absolutely lost and unsure of her next move. But she shores up some courage, and, on spying the woman, cautiously approaches. "Excuse me," she stammers, "Is this, like, the place? For, uhm, the people-who-are-awake?" She almost winces as she tries to word it out, feeling a fool.**Major Ember Storm**"Oh, I'm sure there's plenty who fall asleep or pass out into their drinks, but most folks are awake here. If you mean in another sense, you might want through there, if you can get in." Ember points her glass toward the door to the VIP room.**Shiloh Young**She follows the glass to the VIP door, eying it. "Is there like, some sort of code, or I can just walk on through?"**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**\* a cab pulls up out front, outsteps a regal looking ibram. \***Major Ember Storm**"I dunno. Is there? Someone told you about the place. I assume they told you how to get in.". Ember shrugs, then takes a drink. "Far be it from me to let in those who are uninvited."**Shiloh Young**There's a small huff. "I was invited, but, uhm, there were no instructions." She deflates. "I guess I'll, figure it out."
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> And off she goes towards the door. ( @Janothar anything gonna happen if she tries to just move on through? )**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**\*ibram stumbles in, quite lit, brushing off his fancy long coat and scarf while stepping through the doors. Makes a solid node to the Major, steps up to the door VIP, sees Shiloh. Pauses for a moment, looks at her deeply, then offers his arm with a 'go for broke smile'.**Major Ember Storm**"Back off, Ibram. Let's see what she's got. Cleverness is important for all new friends, after all."**Janothar**(Shiloh is fine, she's been invited)**Major Ember Storm**(I know that, but Ember doesn't.)**Janothar**(I was responding to the @-ing of me)**Major Ember Storm**(she just has to use the key card, I assume)**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram's eyes and body snap towards the major. And he straightens up. "Aye sir." ibram steps back and near bows to shiloh, spacing his hand forward to gesture an uninhibited walk. "Apologies, I went on an internet date this evening. And it did not work out too well. Hahahahah, perhaps I'm being intrusive."**Major Ember Storm**"I'm not a sir, tonight anyways, and you're already drunk for an internet date." Ember smirks and shakes her head.**Shiloh Young**She faces this fellow at his approach, eying him up and down, shooting a look to the door, to that arm.
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> Well, that'd certainly be one way to get through, even if the the though of being arm in arm with some stranger made goosebumps run up her arms. Still, she wanted in, and if he was weird she could always ditch... she started to reach out before her hand fell back as the woman reigned this fellow back in. The bow draws an arched brow and a nervous laugh. "Right. You never know what you're gonna run into," she scratches the back of her neck, looking askance.
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> Again, she made for the door, fumbling with it for some painful moments before pressing on through. (Assuming the card she was given would work?)**Major Ember Storm**(I assume so, since you have access now)**Shiloh Young**(we can move to #ceasefire-lounge-vip if yall follow after her)**Major Ember Storm**(I will be)
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> Watching the girl figure it out, Ember smiles and stands, following her through the door.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(Hahhahahaha)**Major Ember Storm**As @Shiloh Young walks through the door, Ember follows behind her. As she does so, she scans for @Sean Caldon. "Hey Sean, you in? We got some fresh meat for game nights maybe! Come meet her!" The Major grins, offering an apologetic hand to Shiloh. "No offense intended, just everyone has to prove themselves the first time. Name's Ember."**Shiloh Young**"Shiloh Young," she replies, flopping into the nearest seat, her foot beginning a nervous tap. "I was thinking I was gonna like, have to answer some riddle or something. But that was super mundane." She tries on a smile, throwing a quick glance out should Sean appear before focusing on this Ember, tentatively taking that hand. "Game night?"**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram walks in and looks for a bar tender.
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> A weird echo bounces through the room as Ibram looks around, then steps behind the bar seeking a nice whiskey.**Shiloh Young**Anyone paying close attention on Shiloh could notice the way her shadow seemed to flicker of its own accord; Ember might also notice that Shiloh was unusually cool to the touch.**Major Ember Storm**"I'm trying to get interest going in a World of Shadows game night, members of all factions allowed. Because let's be honest, the politics are a waste of time." Ember's handshake is strong, that of someone who works with her hands, but likewise gentle, not trying to crush the other hand. "Speaking of politics, they stay outside the door in all ways that extend beyond words, just so you know. No need to worry about someone trying to break the ceasefire with your head here." As she speaks, Ember begins fidgeting with her off hand, index and middle fingers curled inward, as the remaining two are extended, the ring finger flopping loosely as she shakes the hand.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram nods to the major, pulls an ipod wire outta his coat pocket, then puts in back into another pocket. "Any requests?" (Im gonna google drinks via mixology to ad hoc bartend, and leave my card number with a record.)
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> and get smashed.**Shiloh Young**"Oh! I played that once, but that was like, ages ago. I bet they're on a new edition now or something." Shiloh's, on the other hand, is very meek, eager to withdraw from the touch. "And I don't really know the politics. I'm new. Super new." Maybe that wasn't so good to admit, and she purses her lips. She does notice the fidgeting, but doesn't comment on it beyond a look.
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> To Ibram, she shrugs. "Got a suggestion?" She was so out of her element here.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**Ibram is stalking a bottle of whiskey. "You like whiskey?"**Shiloh Young**"Uhm, never tried it. I, uh, don't drink much."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**Ibram puts the bottle of glen levit down... "One suggestion then, on the house, stick to one type of alcohol... Infact.. I'll do that for you.. Whiskey and scotch, tonight will be your guide."**Major Ember Storm**Ember shrugs. "Tie me to the bedpost." She says this in Ibram's direction, then she pauses. "That's a drink order, not a different kind of order. I'm not Emma."
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> Turning back to Shiloh, she shrugs, moving to sit on a stool nearby. "Eh, we're all new at one point or another. I'm guessing you're either learning the ropes from someone, or everyone is gunning to recruit you to their side, yeah?" She continues the fidgeting, though her now freed hand reaches for her glass and drinks the last of her cocktail. As she sets the glass down gently, cracks begin to form within it.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(Ill try to refrain from responses til everyone speaks before i do.)**Shiloh Young**"Alright, hit me with that whiskey then," she agrees, oblivious for what she was about to get into. "And you could say that. A lot of strangers coming around offering to answer questions. I'm still trying to figure out what most of these 'factions' even are," as the glass cracks, Shiloh stares, beginning to ask something but quickly stifling it for fear of being rude. (Don't mind going out of order, esp since I'm slowish)**Major Ember Storm**(I've gotta get to bed soon. Another long day of driving ahead of me tomorrow.)**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(15 min?)**Shiloh Young**(want to pause it here, or make some reasons for everyone to head off?)**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**(Ember decides)**Major Ember Storm**Shrugging, Ember brings her hands up, ticking off fingers as she speaks. "Basically, you have five main groups. You have the Council of Nine Mystic Traditions and the Technocratic Union who are at war over politics. You have the Marauders who are all batshit and the Nephandi who just want to watch the world burn. When either of those two groups show up, the other two set aside differences to deal with the threat. Finally, you have the Disparate Alliance, people who mostly want nothing to do with the politics, but have recently banded together for mutual interests."
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> (We can do another round or two, then come up with excuses, and resume at another date in another setting for another meeting)**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram shakes up an old fashion, neat, and even explains it... 3 of them.. Outta nice 15 yr whiskey. "there is a bit of a lesson behind this..." ibrams goes onto explain the history of why older whiskeys taste better as he serves them.
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> (There would be real history here.)**Shiloh Young**"...that's making things a little more clear," she remarks, recalling the spat between Tati & Malcolm, the lady in the suit and her disdain for the men. "I get the sense you don't care for the politics?"
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> Shi nods along to Ibram's little lesson, but as she takes that first drink she suddenly tenses up and twitches, forcing the drink down with watery eyes. "Nice. Good." Definitely not used to the spirits.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram notices whiskey might be much for her and winces with her, and falsetto apology, 'sorry".**Shiloh Young**She waves that off through a cough. "No, no, it's cool. Just gotta, like, adapt or something,"**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram takes his old fashion slow and steady, with a smile... "It gets better in time."**Major Ember Storm**Ember shrugs once more. "Like I said, there's other groups out there who are enough of a threat that politics get put aside to work together to fight them away. I work for a group that primarily focuses on that fight, protecting people from threats they can know nothing about. Sure, we work with one of the political factions, and are officially members, but normally, our focus is on protecting not politicking. Anyone willing to work together to protect the people from greater threats is okay in my book. Even if, officially, I should try recruiting you." She waves a hand dismissively.
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> "I mean, I could offer you the chance to find your own answers while seeing amazing things, like space, but it's not for everyone."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**the words time, slowly echo.
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> * ibram frowns and presents ember with a straight shot. \* "this is the peatiest, smokey scotch on the shelf, tell me how you like it?"
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> ibram makes the moment last where he stares straight into embers soul as he hands the shot off..**Shiloh Young**"...space?" she perks, attention drawn, almost incredulous. "I don't want to jump into anything drastically, but I do want to help people. I just need to understand -" she suddenly trails as her phone buzzes, and she glances down at it with irritation, muttering an Ah, Crap before sliding off her seat. "Hate to cut it short, but I gotta go run and deal with something."**Sean Caldon**walks in from a backroom, sees Ibram behind the bar and looks questioningly at the two bouncers before shrugging and continuing to walk over to the bar**Major Ember Storm**Ember smiles and nods. "Of course. We can talk some more another time." She takes the glass offered to her, sips the scotch. "Not bad, but not my drink order." She then raises the glass to Sean. "Cheers!"**Sean Caldon**"Hello there! Sorry for my delay, I had some business to take care of. I see you have drinks but if anyone would like something else let me know" he smiles at Shiloh, clearly happy to see her safe and here**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram makes eye contact, and nods with deference. ... quietly "welcome." steps to the other side of the bar as the nearest receipt printors kicks out a list of owed. .."lets square up?"**Sean Caldon**smiles at Ibram and motions for him to have a seat on the other side of the bar next to the others. "We are all squared up, drinks here are on me"**Major Ember Storm**"Naw, I'd better get the drunk one here home. Seems my team have a tendency toward drunkenness. Sorry for them." She sets the glass down beside the cracked one, then stands. "It's a sad day when the mad scientist is the normal one." Ember smirks at this.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram nods with exuberance. "Jaeger bomb, please?"**Sean Caldon**he laughs at that and then turns to get the Jaeger out of a freezer for the drink.**Shiloh Young**Shiloh offers Sean a soft 'hey' and a smile, before saying her goodbyes to the trio and hurrying off to deal with that text.**Sean Caldon**watches as she leave and then puts the drink down in front of Ibram. "So taking a stab at recruiting her too?**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram folds out 150$ for the petty cash drawer, and insists.**Sean Caldon**looks slightly offended at the money, having already said it was on him. "Please, accept my hospitality, it is on me.**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**With a wild eye brow. "recruiting? Nope, drinking!"**Major Ember Storm**"Me? Not really. Not everyone has it in them to be a space marine. Just explaining the politics as I see it. Let her find her own answers. If she doesn't want the pressure of others telling her what her answer should be and can handle the stresses of interstellar conflict, she'd be welcome on my crew, but that's up to her."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**"Be offended after ive squared up the debt of offering drinks in lieu of a 'tender... We are even after ive paid." a characteristically stern eye lasers the amicable bartender.**Major Ember Storm**"Lieutenant, go home. You're drunk. I'm headed that way myself."**Sean Caldon**nods to Ember. "Glad to hear it. I've seen several people talking to her about various things and wonder where she will end up. Glad she finally made it in here."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**The major sees actual defiance. A real battle in the lieutenant's mind.**Sean Caldon**looks the Major in the eyes, "Do you want help with this one? Maybe a little more sober?"**Major Ember Storm**"Does the ceasefire rule apply to friendly fire?" Ember pulls out her M9 with a wicked gleam in her eye, directed at Ibram.**Sean Caldon**chuckles a bit "It does indeed. But if you would allow my help?" he looks at them both questioningly**Major Ember Storm**Sighing, she holsters her pistol. "Sure, since you've ruined my fun. I can use him for target practice later." She then waves dismissively, finishes her drink, and stands.**Sean Caldon**reaches down below the bar and pulls out a stoppered bottle that he pours into a shot glass and puts it in front of Ibram. It is sort of a murky/green looking and has an earthy aroma**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram laughs. "it woulda misfired anyways.. Prolly should clean your weapon." throws back his Yeager bomb.**Sean Caldon**pushes the new shot closer to Ibram, "Here have a house specialty"**Major Ember Storm**"I clean it daily, just as I clean this daily." She draws her K-BAR, the blade clean, still dark with a stealth coating. "Drink the damn shot."**Ibram Blacke, 2ndLt**ibram smiles wickedly. "whips and chains excite me...hah" then pops the 'house' shot back too...**Sean Caldon**(you both can roll per+aware to detect magick)
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> "Non-alcoholics.... I don't hold it against them...but sometimes i wish they understood."