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The First Date, the Engagement, the Wedding, the Marriage: The Relationship

Klonor
10-07-2008, 01:45
AST Manchuria, Sub-Space Continuum, En-route to Epsilon Pegasi

Amy Keane, Consul of Klonor, sat within her cabin and read. It was an excellent novel, absorbing even though she had read it numerous times before, and she was engrossed and oblivious to her surroundings. That had happened quite often recently, ever since she had her internal dialogue with herself she had been more withdrawn than before, and she continuously found herself completely engaged in whatever it was she was doing. However, the recessions inwards had happened less and less as time moved on, and she was more outgoing whenever she happened to be in public and surrounded by other people. Unfortunately, just as she was getting to one of those really dramatic points in the novel where it looks like you might have reached the climax already, the ship shook briefly and the lights flickered.

What the hell was that?

A normal Sub-Space transition was barely noticeable, nothing more than a slight internal kick that most people did not even notice. There were never noticeable vibrations or a disruption of ships systems. Concerned, she approached the intercom built into the wall and called the bridge.

"Excuse me, this is Amy Eio* in cabin 7W. Can I ask what just happened?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, we're not quite sure. If you'll remain calm we're planning on giving a public announcement within the next ten minutes. We'll tell you what we know then."

"Okay, I'll wait."

True to his word, the Captain made an announcement a few minutes later.

"Attention please, Attention. Approximately seven minutes ago you might have noticed a slight bump as this ship made the transition to normal space. I'm sorry to say that the bump was our Sub-Space motivator suffering from sudden massive existence failure, Sub-Space travel is impossible until we can manage to repair it. We'll have to dock at Epsilon Pegasi for longer than anticipated in order to commence repairs, we expect to be in this system for at least a week. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. If you are in a hurry I'm sure alternate transportation can be arranged, if you're willing to wait until repairs are finished we will compensate you for the inconvenience. Thank you for your patience. Have a nice day."

SMEF was not a particularly common occurence, but when it did happen there was little you could do except buy a replacement and continue on as best you could. Anybody who had spent significant time in space knew this, especially someone who had time and again coordinated inter-stellar operations involving countless starships, and Amy was always one to look on the brightside of a situation.

A whole week in Epsilon Pegasi......excellent! I've wanted to spend some time here for quite a while, but could never get away from Deneb. Maybe a little vacation is in order. I think I'll wait for this ship to fixed rather than booking a new one.

She grinned to herself as she bent to her book again, already half-unaware of the ships vibration as it began to travel towards the interior planets in the system.

Elome Hotel and Resort, EP-V, Epsilon Pegasi, Associated Systems of Klonor

Amy Keane, still using the Eio surname as she registered her room, opened the door and walked into the luxurious suite that she had checked into for the duration of her stay in EP. It was a grand room, with a warm bed, Vid access, mini-bar, and everything else that a person could possibly dream of. Of course, so did the hotel next door, and the one next to that, and the one next to that. In Epsilon Pegasi, home to the wealthy and decadent of Klonor, it was pretty hard to find a public facility that didn’t have an obscene amount of luxury.

Quickly freshening up and enjoying the ample amount of space, even luxury cabins on a transport not being particularly roomy, she wondered just what it was that she would do for her vacation. She had been here before, of course, but always in an official capacity, and always on a strict schedule; she had never had time to play tourist. Feeling a quick internal rumble, however, made her focus on a much more immediate need.

I think a Rory's would do nicely, there was way too much Regulus cuisine on that transport and I need something that includes some form of meat. It's been too long.

Grabbing her novel, hoping to finish it during her meal so she would have a completely free slate for the rest of the week, she walked to the exit to her suite and pressed a sequence of numbers into the buttons inlaid against the frame of the door. Stepping through, and emerging on the street before the hotel, she slowly turned until she caught sight of one of the ubiquitous information consoles scattered throughout the city, quickly learning the location of the closest restaurant. The northern continent on EP-V was geared almost exclusively to the tourist and transient population of the system, filled with entertainment and and activities to occupy the mind and wallets of everybody passing through, and there was always a Rory's within walking distant. Walking down the street, preferring the scenic route to the readily available Phase Gate travel, she entered the futuristic equivalent of a Burger King, sat down in one of the booths, and began to tap through the menu display on the tabletop.

*She was using her mothers’ maiden name to avoid the hubbub that would result if her identity was known.
Klonor
10-07-2008, 01:51
OOC:

Ahoy there, this Role-Play is the courtship and marriage of Amy Keane, Consul of Klonor and one of my primary characters. This is going to run through the entire relationship, from the first date to the honeymoon, and I hope we weill all have fun along the ride. This is the fourth attempt to finally get Amy a spouse, and hopefully we will get to the end of this RP, unlike the last three RP's. The previous threads have each died premature deaths for various reasons (Player droppage, equipment failure, etc.), but this time I have faith that we'll pull through.

The OOC thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=559491) for discussion and if you would like to join (Latecomers are always welcome); please keep all non-IC info in that thread.

The last event to significantly impact this RP can be found here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=407802), to let you know what Amy's been through recently. Like I said, this is the fourth attempt at this RP, so that thread was actually writen several RL years ago, and it's been a few decades IC, but let's just look past that.
Fodmodmadtol
10-07-2008, 03:05
It was as she brushed past in the lobby that Jordan caught her first glimpse. The Elome had been the hotel her dart hit when deciding where she would escape to. The room had ben booked the previous day and her trip had been inconsequential. It was when she brushed by that journey really began.

Jordan's usually fast clip slowed to a stop within seconds. One hand rose slowly to adjust her scarf, a light lengthy airy thing, as the other came to rest casually on her hip. Whoever it was had already left, but Jordan smiled to herself and continued to stare out the door. Another moment of indulgence and that bright gaze locked onto to the lobby's desk.

"Jordan Lion, checking in. . ." a warm tone marred by a scratchy throat, an unfortunate thing which could not be resolved.

A single large bag slung over her shoulder was all her luggage, which she dropped lazily on her bed. Pursed lips and a moment's regard. Reconsidered, she pushed the bag aside and dropped herself on the bed, kicking off her heels.

"Some time way is good, you know. You can get over the whole talking to yourself thing. . . but what to do with all this time if anything but business."
Largent
10-07-2008, 05:57
Imperial Gardens, Wincha, Largent Prime

Seclusion was what Beren Oronrà sought. Luckily the massive expanse of the Largentian Imperial Gardens had provided just that. Hardly appearing princely--although no one was around to see--Beren sat in a small clearing, methodically tearing off scraps of newspaper and kindling the small fire before him. Normally a young man who took great care with his appearance, few would have expected to see him slouched over, sitting in dirt. The headline on the front page of his kindling was barely legible at this point; however, the image had seared into his mind: Prince's Explosive Anger Surfaces During Live Interview!

Yet another public humiliation the Prince would have to weather. First his family relinquishes its sovereignty and prestige, and now the once regal prince was now gracing the pages of tabloids, to punch line of jokes. It was too much to bare.

As the last of the news print vanished in the flames and the small fire began to turn to smoke and smoldering ash, Beren heaved a long sigh. However, the quickly snapped around as he heard the unmistakable sound of twigs cracking underfoot. Several feet away was the warm smile of his uncle, the Duke Bismarck. The portly, jovial gentleman chuckled to himself. "I never could sneak up on you."

"Its the elf in me." The prince offered flatly with a slight shrug.

"You know, Beren, times change and its your duty as a leader to act in the best interests of your people, and not your prestige."

"Don't preach to me!" The prince retorted acrimoniously

"You're right. I apologize." There were several seconds of silence, only interrupted by the rustling of leaves. "I was thinking. Perhaps it would be best if you took some time off. Travel. Clear your head."

"You know perfectly well that I have no problem clearing my head here." Beren gave his uncle a cold stare.

The old man smiled. "You always were too damn perceptive. Well, to be perfectly honest, you do need to get away from all of the commotion here, and it wont hurt to have you out of the news while the transition of power takes place... Don't mistake my message! I can see you getting angry. I don't want you out of the way. I want you to get away from these damn reporters. They're bad for your health... and they make my job a bitch."

Beren offered a weak smile. "Where should I go?"

"I hear Epsilon Pegasi is lovely this time of year."

Elome Hotel and Resort, EP-V, Epsilon Pegasi, Associated Systems of Klonor

Neither Largent nor Klonor had ever engaged in any formal dialogue. Neither new anything of the others traditions or cultures. Few if any tourists ever travelled to the other country for more than perhaps a refueling. It was the perfect place for a prince to lay low.

Although Beren had been accustomed to only the finest and most luxurious of things since he was born, the Elome had at least earned an approving nod on his part. Although few would recognize his name or face in this part of the galaxy, he certainly had a knack for drawing attention as he arrived with a caravan of bags and was dressed in a fine, but conservative, suit. He checked in quickly and headed straight to his room, which was certainly acceptable.

Realizing he had no desire to be left alone with his thoughts, he removed the jacket and vest to the suit. Looking at his shirt he realized that the Imperial Crest was sewn onto the breast pocket. Quickly cutting it off, he left to tour the city in the remaining shirt and pants. The only indication he was anyone special was the fact that the Crest also appeared on all the buttons to the shirt. But surely no one would notice.

Walking out into the street he simply began to wander. He took the time to admire the shops and the restaurants. This was probably in fact the first time the prince had ever been in a crowd of normal people without extensive protection and creating a big scene. It made him feel awkward and out of place. So, in order to get off the street he entered the next restaurant he could find. Glancing around he realized this was hardly a classy establishment. Rory's? Just as he was about to leave he caught a glimpse of a very pretty lady preparing to order. Deciding to put his princely charm to good use he surreptitiously slid into an adjacent booth. He hoped to catch her eye as casually as possible and strike up whatever conversation he could.