You have just entered room ÒFKA Hnoiyika.Ó Ilia tReki: KYele trWoodlock: ((Aha! Here you are.)) TrIsmail: ( Jolan'tru Ael! :) ) Ael tVecj: Lera tResan: Lera tResan: Ael tVecj: TrIsmail: ( Double eeeeewww ) Lera tResan: Ilia tReki: ::looks around for something to occupy herself until the day is over:: KYele trWoodlock: ::yawns, glancing around at the art:: You know, I think I agree with you. Ael tVecj: ::slips her hands into her cloak and looks around at the windswept desert, a la Sharon Stone:: KYele trWoodlock: There's a garden somewhere around here. ::laughs:: Ael tVecj: ::clears her throat and begins wandering away from the art crowd::Malor... Lera tResan: ::leans her head on Telar's shoulder, looks at the art:: Ilia tReki: ::smiles:: It's nice to know they really have culture here. TrIsmail: ::looks at Lera, sees all the art he needs to:: KYele trWoodlock: They actually have fresh fruit there, as well, so I hear... KYele trWoodlock: Not something you see often on this planet... Ilia tReki: ::looks thoughtful:: Hmm.. I'd imagine not... ::tries not to remember the sandstorm:: Malor Savk: ::hears Ael:: Ie? Lera tResan: ::beeps Telar's nose:: TrIsmail: ::is beeped:: Ael tVecj: ::continues walking towards the middle of the festival with him:: Ilia tReki: I don't suppose it would be very devotional to Air to go there, though.. ::smiles slightly:: Lera tResan: ::smiles at him:: KYele trWoodlock: Oh, I'm sure Air will understand. Lera tResan: Telar? TrIsmail: Yes, Lera? Ael tVecj: I was thinking Malor, that with all these crowds, all these distractions...it might be a perfect time for those smuggling weapons to get a chance to move merchandise. Lera tResan: See anything else you like? Ilia tReki: I'm not sure... I still can't decide if that gust was a good or bad omen... ::frowns:: Malor Savk: ::Notices a small group of dirty children huddled around a lamp post:: Ael tVecj: ((afk)) KYele trWoodlock: Oh, good, I'm sure. KYele trWoodlock: Then again.. maybe it was a warning to keep away from air. ::laughs:: TrIsmail: Of course I do ... but then again, I'm talking to her. :::Telar's Totally Innocent Look::: Lera tResan: ::giggles:: Besides me. Lera tResan: ::kisses him:: Ilia tReki: ::smiles:: Perhaps, perhaps... TrIsmail: ::kisses her:: Ilia tReki: I don't suppose Air would be too happy with having Earth thrown at it. ::unconsciously adjusts her clothes again:: Ilia tReki: ::looks up at the sky::folds her arms and thinks:: Malor Savk: ::watches as one of the children wlaks up behind a couple strolling and deftly picks the mans pockets:: KYele trWoodlock: I suppose not. Think Earth would mind some Water along with you, though? Malor Savk: ::grins:: Poor orphans.... TrIsmail: ::continues strolling through the exhibit with Lera:: Ilia tReki: ::smiles and shakes her head:: Considering you know more about this purported garden than I do.. lead on, rekkhai. Lera tResan: Telar? TrIsmail: Yes, Lera? Lera tResan: ::suddenly hugs him very tightly:: KYele trWoodlock: ::laughs and heads out, toward a rather... greener part of the city:: TrIsmail: ::hugs her:: Ilia tReki: ::follows along:: Lera tResan: ::bigsqwishyLerahuggle:: Ael tVecj: ((back, sorry, raw fish and a bad disgestive track...was worth it though...)) Lera tResan: Ilia tReki: ::looks around at the portions of the city they pass through:: Ael tVecj: ::glances at Malor:: pick-pockets today... renegades tomorrow. Ilia tReki: I can't say Air doesn't know how to celebrate, though... TrIsmail: (( Double EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW )) Lera tResan: ::walks with Telar:: KYele trWoodlock: ::laughs:: Yeah.. KYele trWoodlock: But it's a bit stifling. KYele trWoodlock: Too busy.. it seems almost as if there isn't *enough* air to go around. Ilia tReki: Hm..? Ael tVecj: Maybe... we could offer them something more lucrative than a tourist's spare change? Ilia tReki: ::looks around thoughtfully:: True... must be hard to keep that from happening in a city, though, even on the best day. Malor Savk: ::grins:: Let's try. Ilia tReki: The best celebrations are probably happening further out on the plains. KYele trWoodlock: True enough. Not the most industrial city, this, but still... Ael tVecj: ::leans over and pushes her cloak away from her boot:: Ael tVecj: ::pulls out an ornatedly jeweled kaleh and flips it to him:: Tempt them. Ael tVecj: I think I'd just frighten them. ::straightens up:: KYele trWoodlock: ::points:: The garden. ::he can see it from far off just because the green of it contrasts everything else:: Malor Savk: ::catches kaleh and starts towards the kids:: Ilia tReki: ::looks in the indicated direction::smiles:: Ael tVecj: ::looks back at the sky, sighing:: Ael tVecj: ::watching him out of the corner of her eye:: TrIsmail: ::notices food stand ahead, suddenly feeling quite hungry:: TrIsmail: ::heads over in that direction w/Lera:: Lera tResan: Hungry? TrIsmail: Of course, how about you? Ilia tReki: ::walks a bit more lightly as they get closer:: I hope it isn't a private area. Lera tResan: A little... ::kiss:: Malor Savk: ::as he gets close, all the kids scatter except the pick pocket. he stands there looking at Malor:: KYele trWoodlock: ::blinks and points to a particular tree laden with bluish-green fruit:: What fruit is that..? TrIsmail: ::looks her up and down:: That *is* a nice little nothing you're almost wearing, by the way ... TrIsmail: ::smirks:: Ilia tReki: ::blinks::stops and looks at it closely:: Lera tResan: ::giggles:: You like it? TrIsmail: Of course ... ::laughs:: Lera tResan: I thought it was quite Airesque. TrIsmail: I wonder if it's too "airy" for Ael ... Lera tResan: To wear or to see? ::giggle:: TrIsmail: Either way ... ::chuckles:: Ilia tReki: Hm.. do you know the bhela fruit...? It looks like a variety of that.... Lera tResan: ::gigglekiss:: Probably. KYele trWoodlock: I've never had it. Malor Savk: ::leans down to look at the child , his look changes from kind to disbelief as he notices something:: you are....human? Ilia tReki: <::really needs to get Rihannsu letter combinations down::;)> KYele trWoodlock: But it looks delicious. Lera tResan: Ilia tReki: ::nods:: It isn't bad.. ::smiles:: Not terribly sweet, but relatively juicy. Ael tVecj: ::hears that faintly from the distance and freezes:: Lera tResan: Ilia tReki: <> KYele trWoodlock: Malor Savk: ::the child glares at him:: yes, so what of it? Lera tResan: TrIsmail: ::arriving at food stand, placing money down:: 2 orders of viinerine to go, if you please ... and 2 p'Eps'is. Ael tVecj: ::swings around and begins striding towards Malor and the kid, in all of her Rihannsu glory:: TrIsmail: ( or A'lly t'Mc'B'heal... ) Ilia tReki: We'll have to find the tree again when we get inside. Lera tResan: <::giggle::> KYele trWoodlock: ::stretches up and picks two of the turquoise fruits:: Ilia tReki: Or... do that.. Lera tResan: <::grumbles:: That show isn't a comedy.> Malor Savk: ::Malor bent down on one knee to get eye level and look at the dirty boy:: how did you get here? TrIsmail: ::picks up order, hands Lera her share:: Lera tResan: ::smiles at him, takes it:: KYele trWoodlock: ::drops back down from the fence, then feels it again:: TrIsmail: ( best comedy I've ever seen! ) KYele trWoodlock: I think this is real cast iron.. hmm... Lera tResan: Ael tVecj: ::comes up behind them and sets her jaw silently:: Malor Savk: ::the boy suddenly punched malor in the eye and grabs the Kaleh and runs down a ally:: Lera tResan: KYele trWoodlock: ::hands one of the fruits to her:: TrIsmail: ( :P ) Ilia tReki: ::raises her eyebrows::accepts it:: KYele trWoodlock: Either these people are VERY poor... Malor Savk: ::Malor , more from shock , loses balnce and falls back on Ael:: Lera tResan: ::finds a place to sit:: Ael tVecj: (Its a half hour now, but its still creepy.) KYele trWoodlock: Or they want an antique appearance. Ilia tReki: ::gives it a cursory rub down with a loose part of her clothes:: Lera tResan: Ael tVecj: ::grabs his shoulders to balance him:: Malor Savk: Ouch! KYele trWoodlock: Or both. ::rubs it lightly and takes a bite:: Ilia tReki: Hm... ::glances at the fence:: Ael tVecj: ::growls:: Catch him. TrIsmail: ::sits, starts eating with ch'opsticks:: Malor Savk: ::sets jaw and nods:: Lera tResan: ::snuggles next to Telar, eats her food:: Malor Savk: ::takes off running:: Ilia tReki: ::bites into the fruit::tries not to drip too much:: Ael tVecj: ::takes off after him, cursing softly:: KYele trWoodlock: ::wipes his mouth:: Really.. not too bad! KYele trWoodlock: It's been a while since I've had ANY fresh fruit. Malor Savk: ::follows boy down Alley and into a abandon building:: Ilia tReki: ::nods:: Ie... one of the disadvantages of replicators.. Ilia tReki: ::takes another bite:: They're nothing compared to reality. ::smiles:: TrIsmail: Homemade viinerine ... beats the hell out of the ship's replicators ... ::continues eating:: Ael tVecj: ::reaches into her pocket and activates her tracker, the comforting beep leading her towards Malor:: Lera tResan: ::nods:: It's quite good. KYele trWoodlock: I think these are a bit underripe.. they'd probably be even better in a few days. Ael tVecj: ::moves around to the front of the building, outside:: Malor Savk: :; upon entering the building, Malor catches a glimpse of the boy going into a air shaft:: Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Find me, and bring a multicorder. Ael tVecj: ::looking up:: Malor Savk: Boy! Come back here I won't hurt you! TrIsmail: +Ael+ On my way Ihhei ... TrIsmail: ::grabs multicorder, heads out after Ael:: Lera tResan: ::frowns:: Lera tResan: ::sighs:: Malor Savk: ::reaches entrance of shaft and see's that he is too big to fit in, curses:: TrIsmail: ::follows comm signal with multicorder:: Ael tVecj: +Malor+ We've got him cornered... TrIsmail: ::catches up, locates Ael:: Reporting, Ihhei ... what's happened? Malor Savk: ::listens to foot steps through shafts:: Ilia tReki: ::looks further along the fence for the entrance:: Ilia tReki: Malor Savk: +Ael+ understood. Ael tVecj: We're tracking a human child. ::points::In that building. See if you can find a lock? TrIsmail: Hmmmmm. ::adjusts multicorder, scans:: Malor Savk: ::follows sounds up to second floor:: TrIsmail: ::looks up:: Got the location. ::points to multicorder:: KYele trWoodlock: Malor Savk: Boy! I will not hurt you. I just want to talk. Ael tVecj: +Malor+ We've tagged him. Whispering the coordinates in your ear. Maybe they'll help. Ael tVecj: ::nods to Telar:: Malor Savk: ::hears shuffling stop:: TrIsmail: +Malor+ Proceed to these coordinates ... ::relays them from multicorder:: Ael tVecj: ::begins pacing...mentally:: Malor Savk: :: walks into room:: Malor Savk: ::Finds vent and pulls off grate:: Ilia tReki: ::takes another bite of the fruit::wipes some of the juice onto the same section of her clothes:: Malor Savk: ::leans into and grabs boy, pulls him out:: Malor Savk: ::Boy starts thrashing wildly:: Ael tVecj: ::glances at Telar:: We should probably keep this...kidnapping...as low-key as possible... TrIsmail: Indeed, Ihhei. Ael tVecj: We'll go back to the hotel. Find the Daise'Erei'Riov and inform him. Malor Savk: ::restarins him as gently as he can:: Ael tVecj: ::prepares to enter the building:: Malor Savk: +Ael+ I have him and am bringing him down:: TrIsmail: Ie, at once, Ihhei. ::leaves to locate K'Yele, stops by to fetch Lera:: Ael tVecj: +Malor+ Understood. Ilia tReki: ::continues walking along, following the fence:: They hid the entrance well enough.. TrIsmail: ::pokes Lera:: Sorry to have left back there ... come with me .. Malor Savk: ::csarrys the boy down, as he pasts by a window he takes a good look at him. He appears to be about 7 or 8 years of age:: Lera tResan: What is it? ::stands:: Malor Savk: What is your name? TrIsmail: Well, Ael wants me to find K'Yele ... there was an incident back there. Lera tResan: Eeeep... what happened? Ael tVecj: ::removes her cloak and waits:: TrIsmail: There was a child... one of the local pickpockets. KYele trWoodlock: ::nods:: Keep your eyes open.. KYele trWoodlock: Maybe they'll have riper fruit inside. ::tries not to drool:: TrIsmail: ::heads out to find K'Yele:: +K'Yele+ tr'Isma'il here ... Ilia tReki: ::smiles:: Probably.. Malor Savk: ::the boy relaxes a little and tears start welling up in his eyes. he stays quite:: Ilia tReki: ::glances over:: Ael tVecj: ::leans in and opens up the door for them:: Malor Savk: you have nothing to be afraid off. KYele trWoodlock: ::blinks:: +Telar+ Ie, Telar? Lera tResan: ::follows him:: Malor Savk: ::the boy stays silent, with tears trailing down his cheeks:: TrIsmail: +K'Yele+ Ael and Malor are heading back to the hotel. There was an incident, one of the local urchins was captured ... Malor Savk: ::stops and puts him down so Ael can see him:: KYele trWoodlock: +tr'Isma'il+ I'll be there presently. Go to the hotel with them.. and try to be low-key. Ael tVecj: ::wraps the cloak around his shoulders:: Jolan tru. Ael tVecj: ::gruffly:: TrIsmail: +K'Yele+ Acknowledged Rekkhai. TrIsmail: ::heads to the hotel with Lera:: Malor Savk: Boy> ::just looks at her:: Ilia tReki: I suppose the fruit is off. ::smiles:: Ael tVecj: Let's take him back, Malor. Feed him, clean him, maybe he'll talk... KYele trWoodlock: I don't see any reason for you to come... Ael tVecj: I suspect...from his reaction...::clearing her throat::That the Rihannsu brought him here. Ael tVecj: ::leans down to snatch the kaleh:: Malor Savk: ::nods and gently picks up the boy:: Malor Savk: I suspect so too. Ilia tReki: ::nods:: Ie.. Ael tVecj: ::slips it into her boot with a growl:: TrIsmail: +Ael+ Isma'il here. I have informed the Daise'Erei'Riov and he has ordered me back to the hotel to rendezvous with au. Ael tVecj: ::begins leading the way back down the alley:: Malor Savk: what will happen to him if we turn him over? Malor Savk: ::boy starts shaking :: Ael tVecj: +Telar+ Excellent. You and the rest of the crew are free to enjoy the festival... Ilia tReki: I'll see if I can find a better piece inside. Ael tVecj: ::glances at Malor:: To who? He doesn't look like he has any family... KYele trWoodlock: ::nods to Ilia and heads toward the hotel:: TrIsmail: +Ael+ Hann'yyo Ihhei. ::grins at Lera:: Guess we can go back to having some fun ... Ilia tReki: ::continues looking for an entrance, now debating just climbing over the fence:: Malor Savk: to the local authoritys. They must not know he is human. Would n't they have tried to return him? Ael tVecj: ::thinks the child looks even smaller wrapped up in her cloak and in Malor's burly arms:: Malor Savk: Ael tVecj: I dont know...I guess he can tell us. Lera tResan: ::gigglesmile:: Malor Savk: ::looks at the boy who is still silently crying:: Ael tVecj: ::sighs, not good with emotions:: KYele trWoodlock: ::enters the hotel and goes up to their room:: Malor Savk: ::sighs and wonders again how humans got this far when they scare so easily:: Ael tVecj: ::folds her arms and continues walking::If he's not supposed to be here... he's part of our mission. Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<< KYele trWoodlock: ::leans against the wall and waits:: Malor Savk: what exactly is our missio?n Ael tVecj: Good sim! Sorry, wasn't watching the clock... Ael tVecj: Our mission...to find uncertain elements on this planet..and eliminate them. Ilia tReki: Like.. gold? Malor Savk: cool!