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The Humankind Abh
Imperial Isa
Huntaer/Huntarian Alliance
Kanami
Tandu
(possibly)Theao
New Brittonia (Not sure how yet)
Akavari
Flaming Souls
Nova Bazalonia
Me

IC:

Los Angeles.

To quote "Dragnet," "this is the city." Los Angeles, California, Earth, Socialist State-Representative, The Workers State of New Dornalia. The city that never sleeps. The city that's home to millions of dreams, and millions of lives. Connected to the stars, it somehow has its own character to it. A hustling, bustling metropolis, with wares to sell, and people and the goverment of the whole of New Dornalia to host.

It's well over several tens of millions that live in this city now, maybe more. Though not the hive like Hammer and Tongs in Luxembourgia is, it is a crowded place with skyscrapers and underground complexes to house a burgeoning populace, and services to match. All surprisingly good quality. The city is home to diverse peoples. Abhumans and humans coexist here. How easily is depending on the mental climate. The climate itself is calm, a constant dry heat well over 90 degrees farhenheit. Hot days are common here, and there's a lot of people going motoring these days in the City of Angels.

Sounds intimidating, don't it? Well, if you do visit, you will find more than meets the eye than when one initially sees Dornalian Los Angeles. Indeed, one can find LA to be quite rewarding. There's plenty of treats for the gourmand, with Chinatown just being one of many places to eat. There's lots of shops to spend your money at. And, and lots of people to meet. Most of them nice. One thing is for sure, you won't forget the trip!

We now go to Los Angeles International Spaceport. Old LAX has been upgraded now, with a Stargate, a space elevator and access for shuttles and craft of all sorts. Only fitting for the Capital of the Workers State. It is here millions pass through into and out of the city. Let's follow the tales of some of the people that decided to visit, shall we?

The high, almost musical strains of Galactic Eleven seemed out of place amoung the typical human babble of the spaceport, almost as much as the being speaking it. Tandu tended to stand out wherever they went amoung humanoids, chiefly because they tended to be about six foot tall and eight feet long. They also had ten limbs, and made a bit of a racket on metal surfaces because of the claws.
This one, with its bright purple tatoos wasnt making an effort to disguise its presence.
"Clients must learn respect, young one. Even if they are wolflings and barbarians, the Galactic Uplift Institute qualifies them all as 'patrons', and therefore you must remember your defernce. Do you understand, Anna 2-20?"
The insect was speaking to an (apparently) human girl next to him, she seemed to be fifteen or so. She didnt seem happy to be there. Anna responded in Galactic Seven, a tounge managable by humanoid vocal chords which didnt require ten mouths.
"I dont see why. Theyre all dirty. And I had to learn their awful language! Its so confusing, and its full of...waste!" Anna grumbled, "To, too, two, affect, effect, good, bad, it doesnt make SENSE."
The insectoid nodded in agreement, "However, they choose to speak such languages, it is only a reflection of their internal conflicts and divisions. A clan that wars with itself...if they had come into being in the Five Galaxies they would have been wiped out as soon as they achieved hyperspace, or given a proper Uplift. A correction we intend to make, of course." Reaching down, the Tandu placed a hand on Alice's head. Diclonii apparently found the gesture comforting and reassuring.
The other two Tandu in the party were silent. Fio'sha Vaus was considered eccentric even by his own caste mates, his...tolerance and sense of humour (something the average Tandu couldnt comprehend) nevertheless made him the ideal diplomat to deal with the wolfling monkeys. Most Tandu thought he had spent too much time amoung humans for his own good.
Anna grumbled something in response and went back to inspecting the passers-by.

As the party from Tandu walked by, they would notice indeed the people looking at them. Humans, abhumans and aliens from all over noticed the unusual bug-like aliens, which was considerably larger than most bug aliens they had seen. Then again, they had only seen Xanthalian than, so this wasn't much to go on.

An example of this came rather quickly, with a little girl pointing at the Tandu and going, "Look mommy, bugs and kitties!"

The mother with the child quickly dragged her away, and then gave her a stern talking to in hushed tones. She then came back to the Tandu and said, bowing and in a deeply apologetic tone of voice, "Sorry about that, my child hasn't met anybody of your kind before....."

She then asked, eyebrows raised, "What are you guys and gals, anyway?"

One of the Tandu clicked its outer set of mandibles in irritation, the leader hissed something that sounded like laughter. The other Tandu would have looked vaugly offended at the informal tone, but since the only other two beings in the area who understood Tandu body language were, at the time, looking elsewhere, this went unnoticed.
Vaus nodded slightly to the woman and spoke at length, the girl listening intently and then turning to the woman and her child.
"Master says he is Vaus Fio'Sha of Clan Tandu Ab-Nght Ab-Mellin Absu-Komahd absu-B'kak9kaa Ul-Episiarch Ul-Acceptor Ul-Inquisitor Ul-Diclonius. I am Anna 2-20 Sa-Diclonius Ab-Tandu Ab-Nght Ab-Mellin Absu-Komahd absu-B'kak9kaa." She rattled off her full species-name in a rather haughty tone, "Master is here to observe wolfling semi-pat- ow!" Anna flinced as Vaus poked her in the back of the head, then sighed and went on, "Wolfling Patrons of this galaxy in order to better understand the cultural and social aspects of their civilzation. Is that alright?" The last part was addressed to the Tandu, who nodded.
Vaus bowed from the waist (or at least, where his thorax met his abdomen) and spoke, "Leeeeasedsh tcho mheeeet tchoo."
The voice seemed to come from the Tandu's leg joints, resulting in an odd stereo effect.

a Firestorm class frigate drop into known space and out of a landing bay left a Pelican dropship heading for LAX on broad was Lady Luck, her Tiger and Ten Clone Army troops for her safety

"lady Luck we be there in a hour" said the Pilot to her
"thank you pilot"she said back to him

a Firestorm class frigate drop into known space and out of a landing bay left a Pelican dropship heading for LAX on broad was Lady Luck, her Tiger and Ten Clone Army troops for her safety

"lady Luck we be there in a hour" said the Pilot to her
"thank you pilot"she said back to him

The sudden entrance of the frigate in orbit sparked concern, and its cargo was watched with equal concern. The control tower at LAX detected the incoming approach, and the Home Guard ships in the nearby area were placed on alert, in case something happened.

The LAX Control Tower handled the job, saying to both, "Attention Unknown Units, this is LAX Control Tower One, you are entering New Dornalian aerospace. For ease of processing we ask you to identify yourselves. Over."

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The lady then greeted the Tandu with a "deer in the headlights" look. Having just come back from a long trip, she thought she had seen everything. Evidently, she had not.

Shaking her head, she gathered herself and said, "Oh, I see. Thanks!" She then scampered off, taking her child with her.

OOC: reply to Tandu TBC.....Tandu, should we assume you already went through airport Security?

The Tandu watched the woman leave, somewhat puzzled.
"Are all human females like that, Anna?"
"No idea. Hehe...did you see how she scampered?"
"You are thinking violent thoughts again, Anna. You must keep those impulses under control." Vaus put a hand on Anna's shoulder, "We both know how increasing your medication affects you."
The girl sighed, "Fine. I still thought it was funny watching that man in the terminal squirm."
The little group worked their way thorugh security. The Tandu having some trouble with the metal detectors but eventually working out a system to get through them without knocking them over. Considering the Tandu didnt wear any clothes this seemed a bit odd, but Vaus had insisted anyway. The minor traffic jam this little ordeal caused was quickly dissipated and life went on at the security checkpoint, the party of Tandu making their way outside.

*OOC:
That work? :)*

The sudden entrance of the frigate in orbit sparked concern, and its cargo was watched with equal concern. The control tower at LAX detected the incoming approach, and the Home Guard ships in the nearby area were placed on alert, in case something happened.

The LAX Control Tower handled the job, saying to both, "Attention Unknown Units, this is LAX Control Tower One, you are entering New Dornalian aerospace. For ease of processing we ask you to identify yourselves. Over."


#Imperial Isan Army Pelican dropship with a member of the Imperial Family with her pet and ten army Clone soldiers#

OOC tiger three time Siberian Tiger size

Two entities who'd recently disembarked from one of the many passenger vessels travelling space, and which had stopped at the LAX, were quite unusual in a number of ways. The first was a free-floating crystalline that was mildly bioluminescencent which happened to give it an almost prismatic colouring, and that were it to be examined by a geometrist would be deemed a great ditrigonal icosidodecahedron. The other, while of a more bipedal nature was likewise unusual for it, or more likely he, had three tails each furred in bright pink. In addition there were patches of crimsom fur where the eyes of a human would be and was otherwise covered in luxeriously appearing aquamarine fur. Barring these he seemed to have something loosely in common, physically speaking at least, with a common house-cat.

Anyone watching might think the two were engaged in a fierce argument due to the patterns of light and the gestures as they disembarked. The lack of visible visual sensory organs on either didn't seem to deter them as they entered the line for processing through secruity.

#Imperial Isan Army Pelican dropship with a member of the Imperial Family with her pet and ten army Clone soldiers#

OOC tiger three time Siberian Tiger size

At this, the Dornalians stood down, and the alert was cancelled. The tower then said, "Pelican dropship, this is Tower One. Proceed to Skyway 26 and land at Hangar Complex Five, over."

Two entities who'd recently disembarked from one of the many passenger vessels travelling space, and which had stopped at the LAX, were quite unusual in a number of ways. The first was a free-floating crystalline that was mildly bioluminescencent which happened to give it an almost prismatic colouring, and that were it to be examined by a geometrist would be deemed a great ditrigonal icosidodecahedron. The other, while of a more bipedal nature was likewise unusual for it, or more likely he, had three tails each furred in bright pink. In addition there were patches of crimsom fur where the eyes of a human would be and was otherwise covered in luxeriously appearing aquamarine fur. Barring these he seemed to have something loosely in common, physically speaking at least, with a common house-cat.

Anyone watching might think the two were engaged in a fierce argument due to the patterns of light and the gestures as they disembarked. The lack of visible visual sensory organs on either didn't seem to deter them as they entered the line for processing through secruity.

The traffic jam caused by the last set of aliens had made its mark on security; nobody wanted THAT again. The man on deck, a tired old curmudgeon with a wand whispered to a colleague, "Great. Looks like we have the Odd Couple on deck." He then eyed them carefully, noting the same thing as others did. They had no visible eyes.

The woman he whispered to simply said back sternly, "Nevermind that, just do your job, Citizen. At any rate, it looks like they won't clog the lines."

As security processed the incoming arrivals, the aliens' turn came up. As such, the old man then said, motioning to the bioscanners, "Next."

The Tandu watched the woman leave, somewhat puzzled.
"Are all human females like that, Anna?"
"No idea. Hehe...did you see how she scampered?"
"You are thinking violent thoughts again, Anna. You must keep those impulses under control." Vaus put a hand on Anna's shoulder, "We both know how increasing your medication affects you."
The girl sighed, "Fine. I still thought it was funny watching that man in the terminal squirm."
The little group worked their way thorugh security. The Tandu having some trouble with the metal detectors but eventually working out a system to get through them without knocking them over. Considering the Tandu didnt wear any clothes this seemed a bit odd, but Vaus had insisted anyway. The minor traffic jam this little ordeal caused was quickly dissipated and life went on at the security checkpoint, the party of Tandu making their way outside.

*OOC:
That work? :)*

OOC: Beautifully.

IC:

The Tandu were then greeted by men in robes as they entered the concourse. Surrounding them along with several other passersby, one of the heads stepped out and said, "Good day brother. Would you be interested in hearing the Way? It will only take a minute of your time!"

One of the security guards then looked over, eyeing the lead man ominously as he watched these guys at work, and causing them to back up some. If things got ugly, it was another mess he'd have to clean up. Some of the passersby sighed and walked by the solicitors, saying no thanks.

The Tandu, if they noticed other things beyond the solicitors, would have also noticed a very well stocked food court and numerous liquor shops, as well as the way to the Baggage Claim. They would also notice people of all sorts laughing and having a good time at these restaurants, which represented a variety of cuisines, ranging from Chinese, to Kol'Tssein Barbeque.

"Ah Ceilia, I'm glad you could make it." The Emperor's voice was calm with a slight smile on his face despite the warm greeting. The simple long robe covering Emperor Debeusec's military uniform spread easily allowing his arms to open wide as he draped an arm over the young Abriel's shoulders.

"Yes your Majesty. You sent for me?" Ceilia had been called away from her patrols on apparently important matters. Her Roil-class attack vessel had just recently docked with the massive orbiting city of Lakfakallae

Debeusec walked the girl around the small pond the encircled the Jade Throne. Together they walked among marble pillars signifying each royal family of the Abh Empire. "I have gone over your performance at the battle of Mirfak as well as your unit commander's records. You seem to be on your way for a promotion one day. Possibly a new ship class or a unit to command of your own unit. If you had your choice, which one would you prefer?"

It was not an unusual question, one that Ceilia had given some thought to. She was only wondering why such mundane questions were coming from the Emperor after he had pulled her off her patrols. "I would like to command my own unit someday then move on to a new class of ships. Work my way up through the command chain in that fashion."

The old Abriel smiled as they walked together now through the lush gardens outside the throne room. Debeusec laughed to himself when he looked at her. Ceilia reminded him of his own daughter who was now already one of the Seven Admirals within Star Forces. Still it was no less amusing that he had lived ten of her lifetimes already and likely to live many more. "I see. From what I have been told, you react well to diverse situations. Even Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton admits you show promise for commanding one day. You were actually one of the few attack vessel pilots to return from Mirfak alive which alone should attest to your piloting skills."

"Thank you your Majesty." A silence fell between them for a while. "Your Majesty, if I might ask; why did you pull me off patrol and send for me?"

The smile on Debeusec's face widened. "I've seen your reports from your time in the Socialist Republic which I found quite amusing. As an Abriel in the Star Forces, you are in the running for becoming Imperial Admiral someday. If you are lucky enough to achieve such a high ranking, assuming you live that long, then you will become Emperor. An Emperor must not only be able to dictate military policy and ruffle the feathers of our enemies, but an Emperor must also be familiar with different cultures."

"With all due respect Majesty, I was not impressed with the Socialist Republic's view of Abh or their democracy. It all seemed confusing and muddled together. Even the younger civilians are dominated by this notion that their government is the only way to a good life."

The Emperor laughed out loud this time. "Of course it seemed odd to you. They are a different people than our own. Would it surprise you to learn that there are Abh from the old Empire still leaving in the Socialist Republic? Still, it was a good experience for you. Those democracy lovers are our allies and you must be able to understand them as Emperor. There is no better way to do so than live among them for a short time which is why I have called you here. The Dornalians are having a tourist special going on so this will be different than before. Same concept applies. You will be visiting another one of our allies to observe how they live and study their culture. I expect a full report from you once you return. What do you think about your new assignment?"

The Abriel's ears turned down for a moment. "Your Majesty I am honored that you believe I may become a future Emperor someday but the idea of being on land again does not please me. I am Abh and we belong among the stars. But if this is something you wish Majesty, then I will accept the assignment."

"You will not be on the ground as long as last time. Think of this as an opportunity to meet others and expand your knoweldge. Your military career will not be hinderred by your absence. Upon success of this mission, you will be given your new attack unit to command."
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A few days later, an Abh liner ripped out of Hyperspace into Dornalian space immediatly hailing the space port over the capitol planet. Once allowed to dock, Ceilia (http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/Abh_Empire/Seikai%20no%20Senki%20III/Seikai_no_S067.jpg) disembarked with her baggage in tow. Her decorative golden royal tiara was reverently placed around her forehead. She quickly made her way through the checks to make sure everything was squared away.

At this, the Dornalians stood down, and the alert was cancelled. The tower then said, "Pelican dropship, this is Tower One. Proceed to Skyway 26 and land at Hangar Complex Five, over."

the Pilot goes where said and lands the Dropship hard on to the landing pad

"lowering ramp"said one of the crew

with the ramp down out walks ten armd soldiers then a beautiful woman wearing black boots and a Royal Chinese Mini Dress, behind her cames a 6.6 meter Male Tiger

"here Alvis"said the woman to the Tiger

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A few days later, an Abh liner ripped out of Hyperspace into Dornalian space immediatly hailing the space port over the capitol planet. Once allowed to dock, Ceilia (http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/Abh_Empire/Seikai%20no%20Senki%20III/Seikai_no_S067.jpg) disembarked with her baggage in tow. Her decorative golden royal tiara was reverently placed around her forehead. She quickly made her way through the checks to make sure everything was squared away.

The checks and scans were made quickly, and as she went through the spaceport, heads turned. Yes, this was an airport, and all kinds of unusual people came through here, more so today than usual. But to have a veritable princess, especially one with blue hair and unusually colored complexion such as Ceilia's, in the midst of Los Angeles International.....it was something else. Whether she really was a princess was probably a different matter altogether.

Some of the old time Communists didn't like the sight of such finery and turned away. Other Dornalians looked, and before long, a sort of "Beatlemania" began to take over surrounding the Abh. And as the Abh enters the taxi area, curious onlookers began to assemble, some even asking for autographs.

the Pilot goes where said and lands the Dropship hard on to the landing pad

"lowering ramp"said one of the crew

with the ramp down out walks ten armd soldiers then a beautiful woman wearing black boots and a Royal Chinese Mini Dress, behind her cames a 6.6 meter Male Tiger

"here Alvis"said the woman to the Tiger

The tiger is definetly impressive, as is the retinue of bodyguards. Usually, Dornalians are the armed ones, but not today. The result is that the people nearbvy are both awed, and just a bit wary, espcially the civilians nearby who are clearly impressed with the tiger and the finery involved.

The staff in the hangar help escort the Lady and her group to the security area for processing along with the rest, though the presence of the tiger prompts some to question their drinking habits and whether they have life insurance or not. It also prompts security to scan the tiger, just in case.....

OOC: Beautifully.

IC:

The Tandu were then greeted by men in robes as they entered the concourse. Surrounding them along with several other passersby, one of the heads stepped out and said, "Good day brother. Would you be interested in hearing the Way? It will only take a minute of your time!"

One of the security guards then looked over, eyeing the lead man ominously as he watched these guys at work, and causing them to back up some. If things got ugly, it was another mess he'd have to clean up. Some of the passersby sighed and walked by the solicitors, saying no thanks.

The Tandu, if they noticed other things beyond the solicitors, would have also noticed a very well stocked food court and numerous liquor shops, as well as the way to the Baggage Claim. They would also notice people of all sorts laughing and having a good time at these restaurants, which represented a variety of cuisines, ranging from Chinese, to Kol'Tssein Barbeque.

As the Tandu diet is somewhat incompatable with the human one, the Tandu took little notice of the food. Tandu food generaly comes in a thick pre-digested paste which looks and smells like tar to humans, and would cause them to die an excruciatingly painful death if ingested. Its delicious to the Tandu though, which says a lot for a species without taste buds. Anna didnt seem to notice, although the gift shops seemed to fascinate her.
The Tandu seemed interested in the prostylatizers, inspecting them carefully before speaking to Anna.
"Master asks if you've heard of the Progenitors. He says it will only take a few hab-minutes of your time."

The tiger is definetly impressive, as is the retinue of bodyguards. Usually, Dornalians are the armed ones, but not today.

The staff in the hangar help escort the Lady and her group to the security area for processing along with the rest, though the presence of the tiger prompts some to question their drinking habits and whether they have life insurance or not, espcially among the civilians nearby who are clearly impressed with the tiger and the finery involved. It also prompts security to scan the tiger, just in case.....


"here some facts for you all Imperial Wolves are 3.3 meters and as you can our Tigers are 6.6 meters but my lovers Four Shadow Wolves from the shadow relam are 9.9 meters" Lady luck said with a smilie

Onboard another passenger ship that seemingly come and go every second to Los Angeles, was Kyr'tch Hawdon. A pair of Noveans, a human and a Sauron (sapient dinosaur). The human was a direct descendent of one of the Novaens most respected families, and by legal extension so was the Sauron.

The two of them, as like any other Novean Life Partnership had a deep relationship. There was not a time that they could remember being apart, infact from the time they both were only a few months old they did everything together.

Sharing everything together and sharing the most intimate and deepest of secrets. The two landed having suitcases with clothes and a number of items.

We now bring you to the conversation between these two Novaens before passing through security...

"This will be exciting, we'll be finding out what Los Angeles has to offer.

"Which in an old, dead language means 'City of Angels'. Not that Angels exist but our ancestors did believe in them."

Neither would register as carrying anything toxic or hazardous to carbon based life, nor no bugs that might screw with the biosphere. However both would register quite highly on metal scanners, thought as the lady had guessed they didn't cause any problems getting through the system.

After entering the concourse the bipedal entity seemed to look about, swiviling his head back and forth, pausing on both the Tandu and thier solicitors. Moving behind the somewhat insectoids they waited thought for which group was in the air.

As the Tandu diet is somewhat incompatable with the human one, the Tandu took little notice of the food. Tandu food generaly comes in a thick pre-digested paste which looks and smells like tar to humans, and would cause them to die an excruciatingly painful death if ingested. Its delicious to the Tandu though, which says a lot for a species without taste buds. Anna didnt seem to notice, although the gift shops seemed to fascinate her.
The Tandu seemed interested in the prostylatizers, inspecting them carefully before speaking to Anna.
"Master asks if you've heard of the Progenitors. He says it will only take a few hab-minutes of your time."

The airport solicitors then looked among one another, and began talking. Progenitors? They then began to talk amongst one another.

"What are these progenitors, Brother Albert?"

"I am not sure, Brother Michael. But surely it cannot be that bad. Perhaps we can debate their Progenitors and show the validity of the Way?"

"I would think this is not worth the effort, Brother."

"You always say that about anybody who's not an athiest, Brother Thomas. Dude."

"Fine."

The others nodded and agreed, the leader saying, "Brothers and sisters, we are intrigued by your Progenitors. The Way understands itself better when it can meet with other religions."

"here some facts for you all Imperial Wolves are 3.3 meters and as you can our Tigers are 6.6 meters but my lovers Four Shadow Wolves from the shadow relam are 9.9 meters" Lady luck said with a smilie

The staff and the onlookers were duly impressed, with mumblings of "Wow!" and "Holy Crap! I didn't know they could get so big!" flowing among them. They were also somewhat frightened; after all, though the Lady kept a good control over her animal, there was no telling what could it do if it got loose. So, some kept their distance, and security guards proved extra vigiliant.

As she passed through security into the main concourse, the same sort of curious fascination that followed the Abh soon followed Lady Luck. Mostly, these were curious animal lovers, who were fascinated by her pet. One person was even brave enough to walk up to the Lady, bow, and then ask, "Hi, my name's Kimmy Jensen. I'm an animal lover.....but enough of that, tee hee! May I pet the tiger?"

We now bring you to the conversation between these two Novaens before passing through security...

"This will be exciting, we'll be finding out what Los Angeles has to offer.

"Which in an old, dead language means 'City of Angels'. Not that Angels exist but our ancestors did believe in them."

OOC: Argh....crappy post....writer's block....

The conversation itself was unnoticed, as there was a lot of people moving through security who were busying themselves with everything from makeup to similar discussions. Though some noticed the familiarity between the lizard and the man, with some curiosity.

The security area up ahead looked to be packed, yet somewhat fast moving, since multiple lanes helped to cut down on the traffic. And, as usual, the guards proved to be somewhat curmudgeonly, having to deal with all this "crap."

The staff and the onlookers were duly impressed, with mumblings of "Wow!" and "Holy Crap! I didn't know they could get so big!" flowing among them. They were also somewhat frightened; after all, though the Lady kept a good control over her animal, there was no telling what could it do if it got loose. So, some kept their distance, and security guards proved extra vigiliant.

As she passed through security into the main concourse, the same sort of curious fascination that followed the Abh soon followed Lady Luck. Mostly, these were curious animal lovers, who were fascinated by her pet. One person was even brave enough to walk up to the Lady, bow, and then ask, "Hi, my name's Kimmy Jensen. I'm an animal lover.....but enough of that, tee hee! May I pet the tiger?"

the Troops and Lady Luck look at the person

"yes you may"said Lady Luck

"make fast there is a large crowd "said one of the soldiers

the Troops and Lady Luck look at the person

"yes you may"said Lady Luck

"make fast there is a large crowd "said one of the soldiers

Kimmy reaches down, and pets the tiger. The fur is quite soft, and as she pets it, a smile grows on Kimmy's face. She then stops and says, bowing, "Thanks!"

She then inquires, "You keep her well groomed, don't you?"

Kimmy reaches down, and pets the tiger. The fur is quite soft, and as she pets it, a smile grows on Kimmy's face. She then stops and says, bowing, "Thanks!"

She then inquires, "You keep her well groomed, don't you?"

"it a boy and yes i keep him well groomed"said Lady Luck as the Tiger rubs it self against her

"solen pahntar dos yentil"said one of the soldiers to the others

ooc- when are you gonna RP your character going into the bar?

Some of the old time Communists didn't like the sight of such finery and turned away. Other Dornalians looked, and before long, a sort of "Beatlemania" began to take over surrounding the Abh. And as the Abh enters the taxi area, curious onlookers began to assemble, some even asking for autographs.

Ceilia began to wonder if it was a mistake to have worn her royal tiara to this country but at least it was a far better reception than she had received travelling to other countries. The Abriel had to decline signing most autographs as she had no idea why anyone would want an autograph from her anyways. It was unlikely any of them knew who she was. Deciding to not cause any trouble on her first hour within the country, Ceilia took a pen from a couple of the younger ones and scribbled down "Princess Abriel Nei Ramaral Ceilia of the Skeel Royal Family" on what they had to offer for signing.

Sighing as she finally got into the taxi, she looked at the driver. "Long Beach please."

Ceilia began to wonder if it was a mistake to have worn her royal tiara to this country but at least it was a far better reception than she had received travelling to other countries. The Abriel had to decline signing most autographs as she had no idea why anyone would want an autograph from her anyways. It was unlikely any of them knew who she was. Deciding to not cause any trouble on her first hour within the country, Ceilia took a pen from a couple of the younger ones and scribbled down "Princess Abriel Nei Ramaral Ceilia of the Skeel Royal Family" on what they had to offer for signing.

Sighing as she finally got into the taxi, she looked at the driver. "Long Beach please."

The driver, a man who seemed overeager to drive, said, "Alrighty then! Lemme see if I can get ya through the ol' 405. Traffic's heavy today."

He then executed a complex pull-off from the curb, nearly missing another auto. He then he began zooming down the highway. As he executed a number of passes on the road and executed some tight turns as he headed through Torrance and other parts of the city to Long Beach, he then began chatting up Ceilia.

"So, what business do you have in Long Beach? I got a cousin down there, married a kittygirl and had a litter of kids."

ooc- when are you gonna RP your character going into the bar?

OOC: My bad. Lemme get a man in there and I'll roll with it. I may need the name of the character though. Sorry!

The airport solicitors then looked among one another, and began talking. Progenitors? They then began to talk amongst one another.

"What are these progenitors, Brother Albert?"

"I am not sure, Brother Michael. But surely it cannot be that bad. Perhaps we can debate their Progenitors and show the validity of the Way?"

"I would think this is not worth the effort, Brother."

"You always say that about anybody who's not an athiest, Brother Thomas. Dude."

"Fine."

The others nodded and agreed, the leader saying, "Brothers and sisters, we are intrigued by your Progenitors. The Way understands itself better when it can meet with other religions."

The Tandu hissed again, doing a modestly succesful immitation of a laugh, then spoke to Anna.
"Master says they ARE athiests. He says that two billion years ago the Progenitors began the...process of Uplift by achieving faster than light travel and giving it to other species, and they established the Galactic Library, and made sure that only the strongest species came into space. Then they went somewhere else. Master says that some day the Progenitors will come back and the strongest races in the universe will exterminate all the weaker ones. He says thats why the Tandu have adopted the Diclonius, so we can be strong for the day when the Progenitors come back." The girl seemed to be reciting this almost by rote, having clearly heard the drill before.

Ceilia was beginning to wish she had simply walked to Long Beach, however far that might have been. It wasn't that she minded the driver's ability though, the mobility felt more like flying than anything. She just didn't like being addressed so casually and talked to for that matter but it never showed on her face. Just like any good Abriel, no emotions ever played across her face.

"I am to be meeting a host family during my stay here."

The mention of a cross breeding between a cat girl and a human was slightly disturbing though.

Ceilia was beginning to wish she had simply walked to Long Beach, however far that might have been. It wasn't that she minded the driver's ability though, the mobility felt more like flying than anything. She just didn't like being addressed so casually and talked to for that matter but it never showed on her face. Just like any good Abriel, no emotions ever played across her face.

"I am to be meeting a host family during my stay here."

The mention of a cross breeding between a cat girl and a human was slightly disturbing though.

"Cool. I like the sound of that. Hold on."

He zipped through some tight spaces, in this case zipping through a construction zone carefully and then returning to the regular road. He then said, brightening up: "Yeah, sorry. They were doing construction, things can get rough. But that sounds cool, a host family. I assume you must be here to soak in the culture then, if you're staying that long."

As he approached Long Beach, he then said, "Student?"

From behind Anna came the sounds of giggling, helium inspired soprano pitched giggling. If she bothered to turn she'd see the three tails twitching in a remarkably complex pattern. As far as he was concerned the drivel she was spouting, at least as far as he was concerned, was more than enought to make the entire trip worthwhile and if others were even half as amusing than he might likely die laughing.

OOC: Argh....crappy post....writer's block....

The conversation itself was unnoticed, as there was a lot of people moving through security who were busying themselves with everything from makeup to similar discussions. Though some noticed the familiarity between the lizard and the man, with some curiosity.

The security area up ahead looked to be packed, yet somewhat fast moving, since multiple lanes helped to cut down on the traffic. And, as usual, the guards proved to be somewhat curmudgeonly, having to deal with all this "crap."

Moving into one of the security lines about 3/4s of the way to their left from the centre security line. The two Novaens noticed any notices or signs that were posted before the security stations and made sure that they complied with all instructions well before it was their turn at the station.

"Hello, there. We're Kyr'tch Hawdon" said the human to the guard.
"and here are our passports." said the Sauron handing over a single passport. It contained both hard copy identifications with physical anti-measures as well as electronic version of the same information, compatible with any electronic identification system that the New Dornalians might have.

The Hard-copy of the data was like a Tripych (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triptych), in that there were three panels. The left panel described physical attributes of the human. The Centre Panel had a photo of both of them together with information like "Name, Unified Date, Nationality, Place of Birth" Along with various numbers such as passport number and other stuff only used for these sort of things.

The Unified Date, was the date that they officially became an Life Partnership, the date that they legally where identified as their own identity. Upto this point they would have been seen legally as part of their parent. They had their on-board luggage, the two of them would comply with any instructions or would answer any questions that they would receive from the New Dornalian security personnel.

Haruko was a blonde beauty, wealthy she has everything at 15. Her father and mother were on vaction with her but she was looking for some time to her self. She was smothered a bit. Her family hit it big with this new captialist government running Kanami. Attention Passangers were are going to be hitting turbulance as we enter a star dust cloud, it's going to be rough for a while please fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the rest of your flight. She wiped her brow.

"Hey," said her close freind Joshua. "Don't be so worried, stardust fields are just like flying in surface storms. It just get's bumpy."

"Thank you Joshua," She said proudly. "I don't need to be calmed by you."

But that was pride talking. She was scared to death. She hated flying surface or space. Right now she desired to be held by him. She loved him but was a scardey-cat to tell him the truth. She had been through rough seas on Water Worlds, treked through dense jungles on forest worlds but she was a coward to fly and tell the boy she known all her life she loved him. Well sure enough it was a bumpy flight. The ship finally decend into LAXSP."

"I feel way over dressed here." It was true, no one dressed casually in Kanami any more. Everyone dressed in their best. This made it hard to tell rich from poor. Haruko had on a red dress combined with a light pink blouse topped off with a red bowe

Joshua had blonde hair and wore an outfit that resembled a military uniform.

"All right," Her father said. "You two go off on your own, we will get the hotel room."

"Thanks dad." She said.

"I think we should get a cab." Josh said.

"Taxi!" The cars just passed them by.

"I'm really fine with walking."

"Nonsense, in this heat."

"Perhaps we should change. I mean aren't we screaming, hey look at me I'm a tourist?"

"You forget, I've worked the farms of Kurona. Years and years and they still remain the same."

"I know you are strong but..."

"Strong enough to protect you pumpkin."

"We'll see."

They had their on-board luggage, the two of them would comply with any instructions or would answer any questions that they would receive from the New Dornalian security personnel.

Examining their passport, the man at the desk checked their passports, which came out valid.

He then said, in a monotone that was only slightly covered up via forced cheer, "Okay. You're good. Go through the bio scanners with your bags, we'll do the rest."

He motioned towards the scanners. Gatelike in design, they were relatively large and there was a battery of them, with lights and a beam panning up and down, plus additional men with wands and a dog that looks like it had some augmentations on it. The woman that had been speaking with the man earlier sits with some staff, observing the contents of the baggage and checking for narcotics, disease, smuggled animals, the like. Indeed, several men can be found off to the side of the security area, questioned by Airport Police.

"I think we should get a cab." Josh said.

"Taxi!" The cars just passed them by.

"I'm really fine with walking."

"Nonsense, in this heat."

"Perhaps we should change. I mean aren't we screaming, hey look at me I'm a tourist?"

The heat wasn't too bad today. A balmy eighty-eight degrees Farhenheit--the use of that arcane measurement a holdover from the days before the Apocalypse. Their clothing was indeed a bit odd, and the passersby looked at them, though not too long out of politeness.

As it happened, they were coming onto a bus station, and a bus was coming up.....

The Tandu hissed again, doing a modestly succesful immitation of a laugh, then spoke to Anna.
"Master says they ARE athiests. He says that two billion years ago the Progenitors began the...process of Uplift by achieving faster than light travel and giving it to other species, and they established the Galactic Library, and made sure that only the strongest species came into space. Then they went somewhere else. Master says that some day the Progenitors will come back and the strongest races in the universe will exterminate all the weaker ones. He says thats why the Tandu have adopted the Diclonius, so we can be strong for the day when the Progenitors come back." The girl seemed to be reciting this almost by rote, having clearly heard the drill before.

Brother Thomas and his comrades then looked at one another, nodding, before Thomas then said, "Our Way does not teach this, nor does it rely on Gods, only enlightenment and the divinity of the soul. It teaches all sentients can live as one, and that as civilizations grow and develop, a new way of spirituality will eventually unite all under its banner peacefully, as these species fight and eventually realize conflict has no benefit but sorrow."

They bow and then say, "This new way of spirituality allows for technology, but also focus on the cleansing and purity of the self, and the eventual exercise of mental power."

He then offers a pamphlet. "Please, take one."

OOC you forgot me

"Cool. I like the sound of that. Hold on."

He zipped through some tight spaces, in this case zipping through a construction zone carefully and then returning to the regular road. He then said, brightening up: "Yeah, sorry. They were doing construction, things can get rough. But that sounds cool, a host family. I assume you must be here to soak in the culture then, if you're staying that long."

As he approached Long Beach, he then said, "Student?"

"Not exactly. I am here more at a request than any desire for learning. I suppose you could call this more of a cultural mission than anything."

Ceilia allows her eyes to drift out the window and to take in the scenery as it passes by, surprisingly fast. Looking at all, she really couldn't see why the Landers enjoyed living on the planet so much. But this was for experiencing different cultures of different races and Ceilia would allow them their own fantasies.

"As that a bus?"

"Must be."

"Good now we have a ride."

Brother Thomas and his comrades then looked at one another, nodding, before Thomas then said, "Our Way does not teach this, nor does it rely on Gods, only enlightenment and the divinity of the soul. It teaches all sentients can live as one, and that as civilizations grow and develop, a new way of spirituality will eventually unite all under its banner peacefully, as these species fight and eventually realize conflict has no benefit but sorrow."

They bow and then say, "This new way of spirituality allows for technology, but also focus on the cleansing and purity of the self, and the eventual exercise of mental power."

He then offers a pamphlet. "Please, take one."

The Tandu spoke while it took the pamphlet, the girl translating, "Master says it is interesting how our doctrines are the same but not the same at the same time. He says the Tandu value intelligent life and seek to bring their clients to a level which the Progenitors will accept, while treasuring those worlds which could create such life, and that as such they will be made into superior beings as the Progenitors are. Galactic history says that the Progenitors evolved past being simple matter a long time ago, because their technology was so advanced."
The girl paused and seemed to be mulling over something that was difficult to translate, "Master says...uh, its too bad that you are limited by your species' radical ideals. He says that if humans were more moderate they wouldnt make other Galactics so mad."

"it a boy and yes i keep him well groomed"said Lady Luck as the Tiger rubs it self against her

"solen pahntar dos yentil"said one of the soldiers to the others

Kimmy then goes, "Aww....he's so cute!" She then bows, and scampers off, leaving the princess to her business.

Kimmy then goes, "Aww....he's so cute!" She then bows, and scampers off, leaving the princess to her business.

Lady Luck waves a hand
"good luck will find you today"said Lady Luck using her Power

"ma-am should you be doing that"said one of the Soldiers

"mm may be, now lets go to a hotel"she said leading the way

Examining their passport, the man at the desk checked their passports, which came out valid.

He then said, in a monotone that was only slightly covered up via forced cheer, "Okay. You're good. Go through the bio scanners with your bags, we'll do the rest."

He motioned towards the scanners. Gatelike in design, they were relatively large and there was a battery of them, with lights and a beam panning up and down, plus additional men with wands and a dog that looks like it had some augmentations on it. The woman that had been speaking with the man earlier sits with some staff, observing the contents of the baggage and checking for narcotics, disease, smuggled animals, the like. Indeed, several men can be found off to the side of the security area, questioned by Airport Police.

"Thank" "You" they said splitting the words saying it as if one person spoke. The two of them finishing off each others sentences was quite common among life partnerships and so they left returning their passport back to where it was they continued on towards the scanning gate.

The question was who would go through first, they looked at each other and through the body language and some facial experessions they decided that the Sauron would go first followed soon after by the Human. As they went through the security Gauntlet nothing happened no positive responses. For the only thing apart from the standard clothes they brought was themselves.

They both happily went through the security and they found a map looking for any places of interest, anything that would show anything about New Dornalian society.

ooc- i need ND or someone else to RP their character going into my bar. . . that would be helpful

Lady Luck waves a hand
"good luck will find you today"said Lady Luck using her Power

"ma-am should you be doing that"said one of the Soldiers

"mm may be, now lets go to a hotel"she said leading the way

Going out through the concourse into the taxi area, one could find a hotel shuttle easily. Numerous hotel shuttles competed for business, and some were driving sort of aggressively or had flashy signs advertising all sorts of perks in order to draw customers. In this case, the Presidential advertised a famous bar, the Golden House (OOC: New Brittonia's) and other attractions....plus, it was the closest and nicest looking of the shuttles.
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Bob Lindsey, meanwhile, was a hotel staffer at the Presidential who was getting off of work. Like all Dornalians, he liked a drink after work, and he had money to spare...so, he decided to visit the Golden House Bar at the Hotel. It was a meeting place where people of all kinds came. Yeah the drinks were somewhat pricey, but then again, they were some of the best in town. Not to mention the dancing.

OOC: New Brittonia, your cue. Apologies for any liberties taken........

They both happily went through the security and they found a map looking for any places of interest, anything that would show anything about New Dornalian society.

The map would activate, showing the following places:

Commissariat of Science HQ--housed in the Griffith Observatory, the CoS is a massive complex where New Dornalian science calls home. Though parts are restricted, tours are available and a gift shop and the Atoms Away restarurant are open from 9-8.

National Music Library--located in Downtown near the Palace of the Soviets, this is a big tourist attraction, with exhibits on local music, live bands and archive upon archive of recordings and sheet music for you to peruse at your leisure. Also has the famous "Townshend Guitar," which draws crowds eager to prove or disprove its authenticity.

Torrance--The Torrance Commerce Plaza evolved out of a merger of the old Del Amo Fashion Center and the old Eshirian Zone that people kept building on, and is one of the biggest malls in New Dornalia. Even has its own zip code and police force.

Chinatown--a gourmand's paradise, and a place remarkably well preserved with excellent examples of pre-Apocalypse architecture seamlessly joining with modern skyscrapers. Also home to excellent places to get oriental gifts for that special someone if you're a tourist.

Little Tokyo--home to the Coredian Embassy. Also a good place for people who want to find technological gadgets of all kinds they can't get in Torrance, and a big artists' haven for those who wanna see art and theater.

National Military Museum--located a short drive from the Queen Mary in Ft. MacArthur, this houses Dornalian military gear from the days of the Apocalypse to the present, and presents the life of the Dornalian soldier as well.

The National Art Hall--located on the ruins of the old LA County Museum of Art, this houses artworks from all over New Dornalia, modern and ancient.

Hollywood--needs no other explanation but this: Though its luster faded during the Pre-MacIntyre Era, it's gone roaring back due to pro-business incentives and the changing culture of New Dornalia. Two of the more famous studios there are Popafilm Studios, the old Pre-MacIntyre film agency and the newest hotshot, Freeman Studios, Inc. The area is also a popular hotspot for archaeologists specializing in Pre-Apocalypse culture, owing to its huge stores of pre-Apocalypse film, and kitschy shopowners eager to exploit the past and present culture of movie stardom.

"As that a bus?"

"Must be."

"Good now we have a ride."

The bus stops in front of them, and the door opens. The driver looks at them oddly for a moment, but says nothing. He knows he probably doesn't want to get sued, or at least go on bad terms with these guys. They look like tourists, so he may as well treat them right. The sign on the bus says "To Chinatown."

He then says, smiling "Come on board. We take Universal Standard Dollars and LA City tokens."

From behind Anna came the sounds of giggling, helium inspired soprano pitched giggling.

Brother Thomas then turned to the source of the laughter, and said, "Why do you laugh? We only seek understanding!"

"Not exactly. I am here more at a request than any desire for learning. I suppose you could call this more of a cultural mission than anything."

Ceilia allows her eyes to drift out the window and to take in the scenery as it passes by, surprisingly fast. Looking at all, she really couldn't see why the Landers enjoyed living on the planet so much. But this was for experiencing different cultures of different races and Ceilia would allow them their own fantasies.

The taxi driver eventually arrived at the front of the Landers' house, and stopped in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. Amazingly, despite the development in the distance and all over the County of Los Angeles, this area has retained a sense of suburban quiet and calm. Jacaranda trees line the streets, and rows of lawns and cars can be seen, as can rows of houses, some of which are two or three stories now.

A teenage girl then steps out of the house, looking at the taxi. She then says, "Dad, its our Abh visitor!" A man then comes out to greet Ceilia, along with a woman and a older looking, yet young man. The man then says, "Comrade! Hello!"

Going out through the concourse into the taxi area, one could find a hotel shuttle easily. Numerous hotel shuttles competed for business, and some were driving sort of aggressively or had flashy signs advertising all sorts of perks in order to draw customers. In this case, the Presidential advertised a famous bar, the Golden House (OOC: New Brittonia's) and other attractions....plus, it was the closest and nicest looking of the shuttles.

Lady Luck gets out and walks in with her group behind her

"this will do for the say"she said as she look around

"ma-am"said one of the troops as they walk up to the front desk

Lady Luck gets out and walks in with her group behind her

"this will do for the say"she said as she look around

"ma-am"said one of the troops as they walk up to the front desk

The front desk is staffed by a couple of personnel to guide patrons through check in and services. One of them is busy with another family. However, another is not busy. Thus, one of them says, "Can I help you, sir?" then adds "ma'am" as he notices Lady Luck.

The taxi driver eventually arrived at the front of the Landers' house, and stopped in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. Amazingly, despite the development in the distance and all over the County of Los Angeles, this area has retained a sense of suburban quiet and calm. Jacaranda trees line the streets, and rows of lawns and cars can be seen, as can rows of houses, some of which are two or three stories now.

A teenage girl then steps out of the house, looking at the taxi. She then says, "Dad, its our Abh visitor!" A man then comes out to greet Ceilia, along with a woman and a older looking, yet young man. The man then says, "Comrade! Hello!"

Ceilia gets out of the taxi and grabs her belongings before stopping to greet her hosts during the stay. It was pleasant enough surroundings she surmised then looking at the family. More forward and emotional hosts than the one she experienced in Xanthal to be sure.

The Abriel dropped her things at the curb and brought her fingers up in a quick salute. "Kilo-Commander Abriel Nei Ramaral Ceilia at your service."

The front desk is staffed by a couple of personnel to guide patrons through check in and services. One of them is busy with another family. However, another is not busy. Thus, one of them says, "Can I help you, sir?" then adds "ma'am" as he notices Lady Luck.

"two bedrooms please"asked a trooper as Lady Luck was looking for something in her Purse

"two bedrooms please"asked a trooper as Lady Luck was looking for something in her Purse

Entering the request in the computer, one of the men at the counter goes, "Okay. We have several rooms available including the Presidential and Executive Suites? Would you like those?"

Entering the request in the computer, one of the men at the counter goes, "Okay. We have several rooms available including the Presidential and Executive Suites? Would you like those?"

" Presidential suite"said Lady Luck pulling out a PDA from her Purse

"She is funny. That is why." He replied as he finally stopped his giggling. Meanwhile his crystalline companion had moved over so that it was in front of one of the Tandu.

" Presidential suite"said Lady Luck pulling out a PDA from her Purse

"Presidential it is." With that, the man enters a few keystrokes, and says, "There we go. We got your rooms reserved."

He then inquires, "How long will you be staying?"

"She is funny. That is why." He replied as he finally stopped his giggling. Meanwhile his crystalline companion had moved over so that it was in front of one of the Tandu.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. Usually they were the ones being dumped on by airport passersby. Now he had a chance to breathe and relax, and get himself back on his intellectuall footing. Staying in character, he continued with his dialogue.

"Well, her ideology may not make sense I will admit, but I find it best to try and think my way through these things, rather than mock."

Ceilia gets out of the taxi and grabs her belongings before stopping to greet her hosts during the stay. It was pleasant enough surroundings she surmised then looking at the family. More forward and emotional hosts than the one she experienced in Xanthal to be sure.

The Abriel dropped her things at the curb and brought her fingers up in a quick salute. "Kilo-Commander Abriel Nei Ramaral Ceilia at your service."

After the man paid for the taxi, he then said with a jolly, frienfly grin, "Comrades Tom, Jane, Lynn, and Howard Landers at your service! Please, do come in. The sun's calmer today but I rather would not have you stuck out in the elements."

As he rattled off the names, he pointed at each family member, moving from his wife to the teenage girl to the male youth. The teenage girl can be seen clearly irked when he calls them "Comrades," as can the man to a somewhat lesser extent. Still, the dad doesn't notice, and they all seem comfortable with their new guest.

Tom then walks forward and goes, "Well, would you like some help with the luggage?"

"Presidential it is." With that, the man enters a few keystrokes, and says, "There we go. We got your rooms reserved."

He then inquires, "How long will you be staying?"

"a week"said Lady Luck

"a week"said Lady Luck

Typing the data in, the man then said, "Alright. We'll bill you at the end of the week."

Handing the Lady the keys to the rooms and a map of LA, he then said, "Enjoy your stay."

After the man paid for the taxi, he then said with a jolly, frienfly grin, "Comrades Tom, Jane, Lynn, and Howard Landers at your service! Please, do come in. The sun's calmer today but I rather would not have you stuck out in the elements."

As he rattled off the names, he pointed at each family member, moving from his wife to the teenage girl to the male youth. The teenage girl can be seen clearly irked when he calls them "Comrades," as can the man to a somewhat lesser extent. Still, the dad doesn't notice, and they all seem comfortable with their new guest.

Tom then walks forward and goes, "Well, would you like some help with the luggage?"

Ceilia couldn't get over the fact that these people's last name represented to common term for humans who lived on planets. It was an ironic fact that made her think that their two nations had a little more in common now.

The prideful Abriel princess picked up her own luggage. "I can manage them myself. Please direct me to where I will be staying for the duration and I shall attend to them. Thank you though for your kindness."

Typing the data in, the man then said, "Alright. We'll bill you at the end of the week."

Handing the Lady the keys to the rooms and a map of LA, he then said, "Enjoy your stay."

"thank you"said Lady Luck taking the key and map then heading off to the room

The map would activate, showing the following places:

Commissariat of Science HQ--housed in the Griffith Observatory, the CoS is a massive complex where New Dornalian science calls home. Though parts are restricted, tours are available and a gift shop and the Atoms Away restarurant are open from 9-8.

National Music Library--located in Downtown near the Palace of the Soviets, this is a big tourist attraction, with exhibits on local music, live bands and archive upon archive of recordings and sheet music for you to peruse at your leisure. Also has the famous "Townshend Guitar," which draws crowds eager to prove or disprove its authenticity.

Torrance--The Torrance Commerce Plaza evolved out of a merger of the old Del Amo Fashion Center and the old Eshirian Zone that people kept building on, and is one of the biggest malls in New Dornalia. Even has its own zip code and police force.

Chinatown--a gourmand's paradise, and a place remarkably well preserved with excellent examples of pre-Apocalypse architecture seamlessly joining with modern skyscrapers. Also home to excellent places to get oriental gifts for that special someone if you're a tourist.

Little Tokyo--home to the Coredian Embassy. Also a good place for people who want to find technological gadgets of all kinds they can't get in Torrance, and a big artists' haven for those who wanna see art and theater.

National Military Museum--located a short drive from the Queen Mary in Ft. MacArthur, this houses Dornalian military gear from the days of the Apocalypse to the present, and presents the life of the Dornalian soldier as well.

The National Art Hall--located on the ruins of the old LA County Museum of Art, this houses artworks from all over New Dornalia, modern and ancient.

Hollywood--needs no other explanation but this: Though its luster faded during the Pre-MacIntyre Era, it's gone roaring back due to pro-business incentives and the changing culture of New Dornalia. Two of the more famous studios there are Popafilm Studios, the old Pre-MacIntyre film agency and the newest hotshot, Freeman Studios, Inc. The area is also a popular hotspot for archaeologists specializing in Pre-Apocalypse culture, owing to its huge stores of pre-Apocalypse film, and kitschy shopowners eager to exploit the past and present culture of movie stardom.

They both poured over the map there were so many options. The sauron tapped at one of the options, and the tapping was meet with a "Hmmmm" of approval, but first things first. They checked that they had enough money on them and then went out to where the public transportation was.

"Excuse us, do you""know where we can get"" the bus to the National"" Music Library" alternating between who speaks and who spoke first.

They both poured over the map there were so many options. The sauron tapped at one of the options, and the tapping was meet with a "Hmmmm" of approval, but first things first. They checked that they had enough money on them and then went out to where the public transportation was.

"Excuse us, do you""know where we can get"" the bus to the National"" Music Library" alternating between who speaks and who spoke first.

The lady at the information desk said, "Okay. Well, that's much more easily done by the metro, actually. In LAX, there is a LA Metro station. Take it, and it will take you on the Green Line to the Rosa Parks station. Change off there to the Blue Line, which will take you north straight to the Palace of the Soviets stop. Get off there, it will be a short walk to NML. Should be as simple as that."

The lady is slightly disturbed by the alternating speech, but says nothing nor betrays nothing of it.

Ceilia couldn't get over the fact that these people's last name represented to common term for humans who lived on planets. It was an ironic fact that made her think that their two nations had a little more in common now.

The prideful Abriel princess picked up her own luggage. "I can manage them myself. Please direct me to where I will be staying for the duration and I shall attend to them. Thank you though for your kindness."

Tom was taken slightly aback by her candor, figuring it for typical "Abhian princess behavior." Still, he smiled and said, "Please, follow me inside."

He led the Abriel to the guest room upstairs. It was cozy, with a queen size bed, and plenty of furnishings to supply a guest, including a dresser, some chairs and a desk. He then said, "This is where you'll be staying. I'll let you set up here."

He then nodded and said, "Well, I'll be off. I gotta go ahead and get lunch started." He then left the room and went back downstairs.

"thank you"said Lady Luck taking the key and map then heading off to the room

The room itself is quite large, with a lofted look to it in the form of two levels, with the sleeping area at the second level and the facilities at the first. There looks to be a minibar, as well as a small kitchenette to her right, and to her left, a leather sofa with a large TV, with HoloNet feeds to keep up on daily events, a bathroom, a small bed area here and access to the second level. A newspaper sits at the foot of the door, presumably not for free. Indeed, one could live here....if they didn't have to put up with the fees.

They boarded the buss and got more strange looks from other visitors as well as locals. "It's impolite to stare!" Haruko barked. Everyone quickyl shifted away in a vain attempt to act like they weren't.

"I still think we should get some old clothes."

"Now Haruko rember, how we dress shows our class. Shows our place in the world." Joshua said. Haruko paused, why did her compationate homeland become so cynical and prestine.


"Well I'm thirsty, let's find a juice bar a gass station with fountain drinks, anything."

He pulled out a map. Haruko sighed as he fumbled around it. "Oh look now if we take this route, get off at this stop, get on at this stop, walk 4 blocks, get a cab here, that should bring us to a bar in....4 hours. Sorry."

"Give me that!" She snatched the map away.

"Perhaps we can take the C Line Bus. We'll need to get off at the next stop however."

"You're funny as well. Peace is a funny concept." He replied in an almost sing-songy voice. "Also one that has no use for peace without war in nonsense and non-existant."

"Give me that!" She snatched the map away.

"Perhaps we can take the C Line Bus. We'll need to get off at the next stop however."

The people stopped staring, or at least slowed, when Haruko shouted. Still, her haughty manner proved curious. Parents got their children to turn away, and stop staring for now.

A cleanshaven youth next to them then said, "A quicker route to the nearest juice bar, eh? C Line's a good choice. Heck, you might not even have to get onto C Line. There's a place called the Happy Valley Juice Hut the moment you get off, so you won't have to travel far. Part of a small local chain. Good stuff."

"You're funny as well. Peace is a funny concept." He replied in an almost sing-songy voice. "Also one that has no use for peace without war in nonsense and non-existant."

Brother Thomas then resisted the urge to yell, saying only, "Well! I say war is wasteful."

A man then stopped by and said, "Hey, shut up, fucking hippie. MacIntyre's soldiers are fighting to bring peace to New Dornalia and defend ourselves from the ESUS. This guy is right, peace ain't free!"

Brother Thomas then said, "What of New Wuhan? Is that not too high a Price?"

The man then said, "That was one world! Besides, if we don't do anything, more worlds will end up like New W. We gotta find a solution!"

Brother Thomas then said, angrily: "Fine!"

Listening to the argument he only smile or rather his gums peeled back from his teeth in what might be considered a decidedly wolfish smile. "War wasteful, peace pointless. Species too stupid to know what best course is."

Just before he walked past the two he poked each gently in the chest starting with Brother Thomas, "You wrong but still good. You wrong but still stupid. Both funny thought."

The crystalline entity bobbed around the Tandu's head a few more seconds before following after its companion. Thomas would find that he was able to follow the furred one's trail just about anywhere on the planet if he thought of him, almost like a continous static shock in the direction he needed to go while the other would quickly forget he'd ever met such an unusual alien save for the words he'd been told.

The lady at the information desk said, "Okay. Well, that's much more easily done by the metro, actually. In LAX, there is a LA Metro station. Take it, and it will take you on the Green Line to the Rosa Parks station. Change off there to the Blue Line, which will take you north straight to the Palace of the Soviets stop. Get off there, it will be a short walk to NML. Should be as simple as that."

The lady is slightly disturbed by the alternating speech, but says nothing nor betrays nothing of it.

"Thank""you".

The Human remembered the second set of instructions. Blue line to Palace of the Soviets. And the Sauron remembered the first set Green Line to Rosa Parks. They headed off on their Journey looking around at the architecture of the stations and how the metro system, as best as they could tell was organised.

Bob Lindsey, meanwhile, was a hotel staffer at the Presidential who was getting off of work. Like all Dornalians, he liked a drink after work, and he had money to spare...so, he decided to visit the Golden House Bar at the Hotel. It was a meeting place where people of all kinds came. Yeah the drinks were somewhat pricey, but then again, they were some of the best in town. Not to mention the dancing.

OOC: New Brittonia, your cue. Apologies for any liberties taken........

ooc. . . would have taken something different. . but whatever, thanks man

Isaac Vick walked to the end of the bar. He liked to keep the place neat, it helps the customers go in but it was he drinks that made them stay. He saw the tather professional looking man, dressed in a suit but has the Presidential logo on his left breast pochet, sit own at the bar. He walked over and aked in a calm and slightly prepared voice, he said it millions of times to millions of people and creatures,

"So, what can I get for you today, sir?"

Sir was not added because of his profession, it was a thing he did to make the customer seem respected.

Lady Luck puts herself to bed for some rest as the troops set up a CP in a room

Tom was taken slightly aback by her candor, figuring it for typical "Abhian princess behavior." Still, he smiled and said, "Please, follow me inside."

He led the Abriel to the guest room upstairs. It was cozy, with a queen size bed, and plenty of furnishings to supply a guest, including a dresser, some chairs and a desk. He then said, "This is where you'll be staying. I'll let you set up here."

He then nodded and said, "Well, I'll be off. I gotta go ahead and get lunch started." He then left the room and went back downstairs.

Ceilia apraised the room carefully then set her luggage down on the bed. She quickly undid the latches and threw open the case. "What time will lunch be ready?"

The Abriel went about putting her clothes away in the dresser showing military precision in placeing everything in proper order.

"Thank""you".

The Human remembered the second set of instructions. Blue line to Palace of the Soviets. And the Sauron remembered the first set Green Line to Rosa Parks. They headed off on their Journey looking around at the architecture of the stations and how the metro system, as best as they could tell was organised.

Maps in the LA Metro helped them get to the stop, placed prominently along with ads for various products such as colas, as well as propaganda meant to motivate the people in these times. Along the way, people noticed that the big lizard and the man were friends--indeed almost symbiotic in the way they acted. It was somewhat unusual, but no one said anything, only looking.

Ceilia apraised the room carefully then set her luggage down on the bed. She quickly undid the latches and threw open the case. "What time will lunch be ready?"

The Abriel went about putting her clothes away in the dresser showing military precision in placeing everything in proper order.

Tom then turned and said, "Well, I'd give it fifteen minutes, today's spaghetti and chicken katsu day. Thank Lenin's ghost for replicators and prepackaged sauce!" he then laughed and went down to get cooking along with the wife.

Downstairs, the necessary ingredients were replicated, and the bolgoniase sauce was brought out and heated. The pasta going into the cooker, both of them set about breading the katsu cutlets and frying them up. The smell could be scented upstairs....

"So, what can I get for you today, sir?"


Lindsey sat down, meanwhile, and said, "Shot of scotch, neat please." His voice was monotone and somewhat weary, yet had a tinge of joy in it. He had had a long day, and needed something for it. He then said, "I've had a long day, Issac....had to deal with all of these tourists. They can be something, eh?"

Lady Luck puts herself to bed for some rest as the troops set up a CP in a room

Housekeeping knocks on the door, and asks to enter and check things out.

Housekeeping knocks on the door, and asks to enter and check things out.

"Lady Luck is asleep and we don't want to wake her"said one of the troops who open the door

The people stopped staring, or at least slowed, when Haruko shouted. Still, her haughty manner proved curious. Parents got their children to turn away, and stop staring for now.

A cleanshaven youth next to them then said, "A quicker route to the nearest juice bar, eh? C Line's a good choice. Heck, you might not even have to get onto C Line. There's a place called the Happy Valley Juice Hut the moment you get off, so you won't have to travel far. Part of a small local chain. Good stuff."

"Thank you." Haruko said.

The buss stopped and they walked off.

"Here it is." They walked inside and took a stoole.

"This place is nice, this aint anything like back home." Haruko said. The Hut seemed to have a tropical jazz feel.

Maps in the LA Metro helped them get to the stop, placed prominently along with ads for various products such as colas, as well as propaganda meant to motivate the people in these times. Along the way, people noticed that the big lizard and the man were friends--indeed almost symbiotic in the way they acted. It was somewhat unusual, but no one said anything, only looking.

The 2 of them had known that the sort of relationship that they shared, which was common in Nova Bazalonia, was indeed rare to perhaps non-existant anywhere else but they had never experienced being in a society so focused on the individual. Well, it certainly seemed to them, even the blatant propaganda posters where focused around with "you". A word that had no meaning with Novean society but one they had to know when dealing with the outside world.

Looking around in the train they would notice the interest, it was blasted all over the faces but no one said anything. The human offered some sweets to the Sauron which accepted and reciprocated with some drinks that they had picked up. They had purchased these items at a convience store nearby before getting on the train. They tasted and drunk, it was weird but they liked them.

As they got off the train they headed towards the National Music Museum, to learn something about the Dornalians taste in music.

"Thank you." Haruko said.

The buss stopped and they walked off.

"Here it is." They walked inside and took a stoole.

"This place is nice, this aint anything like back home." Haruko said. The Hut seemed to have a tropical jazz feel.

Adding to the feel, tropical music sways in the background from an old 50's-style jukebox. Others are sitting at the bar as well, though they're busy chatting amongst themselves or nursing a smoothie.

A bartender, a large Hawaiian fellow, walks up to the two and asks, "Welcome to the Happy Valley Juice Bar. So, what can I get you guys?"

As they got off the train they headed towards the National Music Museum, to learn something about the Dornalians taste in music.

The National Music Library was in the midst of Downtown, a hub of activity for Dornalian government and society. Nearby the National Music Library, and in fact behind them at their stop would have been the Palace of the Soviets. It was here that the People's Congress did its business, and they could see People's Congressmen with briefcases, phones and retinues of pages and interns, moving in and out, between business and on break.

If the Novaens looked a little further down the Street, they might have noticed trendy clothing shops, food, and even the residences of a few PCs. Still, that wasn't important. The important thing was getting into the museum. And going into the museum would be not too difficult. There was a crush of people here, but the line was moving quickly and the admission price was fairly low.

"Lady Luck is asleep and we don't want to wake her"said one of the troops who open the door

They nodded, and left Luck to her rest. They did remind them of the bar downstairs and the fine dining as well before they left.

They nodded, and left Luck to her rest. They did remind them of the bar downstairs and the fine dining as well before they left.

the soldier nods his head closed the door and goes back to setting up the room

"coded message from the boss"said the soldier at the coms
"print it out and hand it her when she up"said one of other soldiers

"Thank you." Haruko said.

The buss stopped and they walked off.

"Here it is." They walked inside and took a stoole.

"This place is nice, this aint anything like back home." Haruko said. The Hut seemed to have a tropical jazz feel.

"I would like a soda please." Haruko said

"A fruit smoothie for me." Responded Josh

"I would like a soda please." Haruko said

"A fruit smoothie for me." Responded Josh

The man then said, with a nod and a smile, "Sure. One soda and one fruit smoothie coming right up!"

He then began to make the fruit smoothie. A lot of show went into it, with cups being thrown in the air, juice and ingredients being replicated from replicators, then squeezed and mixed, and all the pagentry worthy of an Olympic opening ceremony being put on for the customers. The rest of the clientele were used to it; this was the norm for them, many of them were busy watching the war news and the HoloNet judo tournament feeds. But it would surely be something else for the visitors from Kanami, who were served their smoothie and soda afterwards.

Lady Luck wakes in the mood for a swim normal she would just go out to the pool and swim naked like all the other females in the Imperial Family,but she was not at home

"better put on the hot sexy bikini i got to go with my hot sexy tight body"she said to herself as she get it out of a bag

Hour later she walks out of the room

"boys we are heading to the beach"she said to the troops

the troops turn and look at her standing there in her bikini , beaning Bioroids Clones they were not turn on by what they saw

"see ma-am and you have a message from the Emperor"said one

"I'll read it later"said Lady Luck as she open the door and five of the soldiers fall in behind her as well as her Tiger

The National Music Library was in the midst of Downtown, a hub of activity for Dornalian government and society. Nearby the National Music Library, and in fact behind them at their stop would have been the Palace of the Soviets. It was here that the People's Congress did its business, and they could see People's Congressmen with briefcases, phones and retinues of pages and interns, moving in and out, between business and on break.

If the Novaens looked a little further down the Street, they might have noticed trendy clothing shops, food, and even the residences of a few PCs. Still, that wasn't important. The important thing was getting into the museum. And going into the museum would be not too difficult. There was a crush of people here, but the line was moving quickly and the admission price was fairly low.

The crush of the crowd was unexpected but the human clasped onto his compatriates arm not wanting to get lost in the throng. Paying the price for 2, normally a life partnership like this would only pay for one. But that was on Nova and as was noted before, the individualism of this nation meant that the life partnership wasn't legally recognised and so they'd have to get used to that.

Once they had entered the building the crush wasn't as bad as there was plenty of room, they started to wander around looking at what the Museum had to offer.

The crush of the crowd was unexpected but the human clasped onto his compatriates arm not wanting to get lost in the throng. Paying the price for 2, normally a life partnership like this would only pay for one. But that was on Nova and as was noted before, the individualism of this nation meant that the life partnership wasn't legally recognised and so they'd have to get used to that.

Once they had entered the building the crush wasn't as bad as there was plenty of room, they started to wander around looking at what the Museum had to offer.

When they toured the museum, the environment they would have found was rich in multimedia, as all museums tend to be. The Music Library's exhibits were arranged in chronological order, from the pre-Apocalypse to the modern day. Examples of sheet music in holographic and real form, pictures of famous New Dornalian artists ranging from pre-Apocalypse musicians such as Pete Townshend to modern acts such as The Shriveled Balkan Prunes and Los Samurais Fabulosos, a gentegata (OOC: catgirl) band were featured.

Guitars, various other kinds of musical instruments, as well as sheet music and samples of various kinds of music as well as memorabilia from various eras would have been apparent to the Novaens, as they passed through the NML's halls. They would have even seen the legendary Townshend Guitar, enshrined in its own stasis field and surrounded by people bickering over its authenticity as well as surrounded by plates providing information about it. It had a prominent place, but not enough to distract from the rest of the exhibits.

It all had a slant towards Rock and Blues, mainly--those were, after all, considered the Dornalian musical forms. So there would have been a lot of rock memorabilia, guitars, drums, t-shirts, notes, albums, etc. But increasingly, music from the minorities of New Dornalia and other types of music, such as classical, synthpop and techno, were getting exhibition room as well.

Mostly the minorities. The gentegata norteno-mezcla music, as represented by Los Samurais Fabulosos, was an example of that. A strange mixture of Mexican norteno, a kind of mix of polka, Japanese pop and rock sounds, it represented the strange, yet exotic hybrid culture that New Dornalia's minorities could represent......and it was controversial, as evidenced by the reaction of some to that part of the exhibit the Novaens would have noticed. Still, it drew crowds, so they must have done something right.

In the Museum, there would also have been an entrance to the archives, where they could further browse the stacks of artifacts, recordings and compositions people made over the years, and there was the live performance hall, with food and a blues band currently playing too.

Lady Luck wakes in the mood for a swim normal she would just go out to the pool and swim naked like all the over females in the Imperial Family,but she was not at home

"better put on the hot sexy bikini i got to go with my hot sexy tight body"she said to herself as she get it out of a bag

Hour later she walks out of the room

"boys we are heading to the beach"she said to the troops

the troops turn and look at her standing there in her bikini , beaming Bioroids Clones they were not turn on by what they saw

"see ma-am and you have a message from the Emperor"said one

"I'll read it later"said Lady Luck as she open the door and five of the soldiers fall in behind her as well as her Tiger

OOC: Remember, this is supposed to be espionage-free. Just sayin'.

IC:

The sight of Lady Luck in her bikini drew the attention of people in the hallway, who looked but quickly turned, noticing the tiger she brought with her. The beach shuttle (complementary for luxury guests at the Presidential) from the Presidential to the beach was packed with people with the same idea as her. Though they were considerably different in not having a large retinue and a tiger following.

The nearest beach was Manhattan Beach, which was looking rather nice this time of year. Families, sunworshippers, those eager to relax and show off their physiques and those seeking a tan all flocked to the beach in this time of year. However, there was one restriction. Animals such as Lady Luck's would have to be seperated from her, as the beach had a "no pets" rule.

OOC: Remember, this is supposed to be espionage-free. Just sayin'.

IC:

The sight of Lady Luck in her bikini drew the attention of people in the hallway, who looked but quickly turned, noticing the tiger she brought with her. The beach shuttle (complementary for luxury guests at the Presidential) from the Presidential to the beach was packed with people with the same idea as her. Though they were considerably different in not having a large retinue and a tiger following.

The nearest beach was Manhattan Beach, which was looking rather nice this time of year. Families, sunworshippers, those eager to relax and show off their physiques and those seeking a tan all flocked to the beach in this time of year. However, there was one restriction. Animals such as Lady Luck's would have to be seperated from her, as the beach had a "no pets" rule.
OOC your safe nothing going to happen but she if one of the Imperial Family so standed rule must have man with her when not at home
IC
on getting to the beach and reading the sign Lady Luck turn to her Tiger

"Alvis go find i nice spot to sleep boy"she said to her male tiger

"puurr"said Alvis as he goes lay under a palm tree

"we'll watch from here"said one of the soldier

"ok"said Lady Luck as she gose towards the water

The man then said, with a nod and a smile, "Sure. One soda and one fruit smoothie coming right up!"

He then began to make the fruit smoothie. A lot of show went into it, with cups being thrown in the air, juice and ingredients being replicated from replicators, then squeezed and mixed, and all the pagentry worthy of an Olympic opening ceremony being put on for the customers. The rest of the clientele were used to it; this was the norm for them, many of them were busy watching the war news and the HoloNet judo tournament feeds. But it would surely be something else for the visitors from Kanami, who were served their smoothie and soda afterwards.


Haruko sipped her soda. Joshua took one sip of his. "Mmmm Haurko you need to taste this, it's great."

"Mmm that is good."

When they toured the museum, the environment they would have found was rich in multimedia, as all museums tend to be. The Music Library's exhibits were arranged in chronological order, from the pre-Apocalypse to the modern day. Examples of sheet music in holographic and real form, pictures of famous New Dornalian artists ranging from pre-Apocalypse musicians such as Pete Townshend to modern acts such as The Shriveled Balkan Prunes and Los Samurais Fabulosos, a gentegata (OOC: catgirl) band were featured.

Guitars, various other kinds of musical instruments, as well as sheet music and samples of various kinds of music as well as memorabilia from various eras would have been apparent to the Novaens, as they passed through the NML's halls. They would have even seen the legendary Townshend Guitar, enshrined in its own stasis field and surrounded by people bickering over its authenticity as well as surrounded by plates providing information about it. It had a prominent place, but not enough to distract from the rest of the exhibits.

It all had a slant towards Rock and Blues, mainly--those were, after all, considered the Dornalian musical forms. So there would have been a lot of rock memorabilia, guitars, drums, t-shirts, notes, albums, etc. But increasingly, music from the minorities of New Dornalia and other types of music, such as classical, synthpop and techno, were getting exhibition room as well.

Mostly the minorities. The gentegata norteno-mezcla music, as represented by Los Samurais Fabulosos, was an example of that. A strange mixture of Mexican norteno, a kind of mix of polka, Japanese pop and rock sounds, it represented the strange, yet exotic hybrid culture that New Dornalia's minorities could represent......and it was controversial, as evidenced by the reaction of some to that part of the exhibit the Novaens would have noticed. Still, it drew crowds, so they must have done something right.

In the Museum, there would also have been an entrance to the archives, where they could further browse the stacks of artifacts, recordings and compositions people made over the years, and there was the live performance hall, with food and a blues band currently playing too.

If it was one thing that the Novaens understood, it was events that totally and drastically changed society, both in the histories of each of the 2 seperate races and the events that lead the two races to be joined. It was interesting looking at the pre-apocalypse music and the variety, looking at it they could see that even back then individualism was strong and started to wonder whether the society would fall apart because of this individualism.

They gazed at the famed yet controversial guitar... reading about it. Wondering just how they would be able to verify the identity of it. Finding a nearby hollographic representation of some sheet music, through their human ancestors the Novaens understood this type of music notation, they started to hum the tune, and started to read the words. The song was titled "You'll never walk alone", This was one of the old great songs. One that has a type of ageless quality. This certainly impressed the Novaens who moved onto post-apocalypse music.

The variety of minoritiy music surprised the Novaens, coming from what is essentially a homogenous society to one that contains a many and varied. It was amazing to them that somehow with all these differences, minorities and seperate associations, that you could all label this as Dornalian. The gentegata music was interesting for it's differences which the Novaens did notice, but the idea or concept of a society comprised of different species was considered normal.

As they came to the Archives door, they looked at each other, giving each other a quizical look, before giving a quick laugh. They entered the archives, wondering what hidden cultural treasures they might find. A society can be judged not only on what they do now but how they look after and recognise their history.

Both continued to wander the streets of the city stopping every so often in front of various stores before continuing until they reached a resturant with a reputation for spicy food. Entering they awaited being seated, or at least the one did. The crystalline entity meanwhile had drifted over to a figurine and was floating by it.

As they came to the Archives door, they looked at each other, giving each other a quizical look, before giving a quick laugh. They entered the archives, wondering what hidden cultural treasures they might find. A society can be judged not only on what they do now but how they look after and recognise their history.

The Novaens would notice a guide to using the archives that explained that there were multiple archives for different types of musical objects--sheet music, instruments, memorabilia, books, rare artifacts, etc. This was all using an organizational system that was easily accessible via computer and by staff assistance. The guide explained that the Archives would be chilled to about sixty degrees Farhenheit and protected with forcefields; all to preserve the integrity of their collection. Most of the rare items and items in need of preservation were stored here, and one could witness the process of restoration. However, a lot of common stuff was placed here as well and it even lent out books.

The entrance they would enter in the Archives area was a gate leading to these several different archives, all connected by a complex of elevators. Coming in and out of the elevators were a variety of people. Some looked like students, others looked like personnel eager to go on break. There was a central desk with a lady sitting in it; she presumably was the main information lady who could direct people to the right archive and help with finding particular items. With glasses and a grin, she looked friendly and said to the Novaens with a smile and a sort of Minnesota accent, "Hello and welcome to the Archives! What can I do you for?"

Both continued to wander the streets of the city stopping every so often in front of various stores before continuing until they reached a resturant with a reputation for spicy food. Entering they awaited being seated, or at least the one did. The crystalline entity meanwhile had drifted over to a figurine and was floating by it.


IC:

This restaurant, the Flaming Ear, was indeed known for spicy food. Generally, it was run as a place for gourmands that loved spicy food and the proprietor, a large Chinese man, was not afraid to say so.

The two would have noticed a dish prominently advertised out in the front. A house dish known as the "Hot Noodle Special." A deceptively simple plate of chow mein/yakisoba, in reality it had noodles stirfried in Nova Louisianan Ka-Hala peppers, some of the spiciest in all of New Dornalia, shaved steak and chicken cooked in habanero, and a gravy with extra chili oil and ground hot peppers in it--plus a mint sprig--for that kick.

Sure enough, this large Chinese man finished talking to a customer out in the back, and then noticing the alien from Theao, walked up to them and then said, "Good afternoon, sir. Smoking or non smoking?"

Haruko sipped her soda. Joshua took one sip of his. "Mmmm Haurko you need to taste this, it's great."

"Mmm that is good."

The man nodded and said, "Glad to hear it," before going off to serve other customers. A cheer could then be heard, as one of the men on the judo HoloNet match won, throwing his opponent down.

OOC your safe nothing going to happen but she if one of the Imperial Family so standed rule must have man with her when not at home
IC
on getting to the beach and reading the sign Lady Luck turn to her Tiger

"Alvis go find i nice spot to sleep boy"she said to her male tiger

"puurr"said Alvis as he goes lay under a palm tree

"we'll watch from here"said one of the soldier

"ok"said Lady Luck as she gose towards the water

As Luck went towards the water, things went well. People noticed the newcomer, (and the fact she looked very good), but then again, there were a lot like her on the beach here. In the water, there was a swimming area for people to play in, netted off to prevent people from going out too far and watched by lifeguards.

Meanwhile, a man from the pets' area came up to the guards and Alvis, saying, "Hi. I'm from the pets' area. I couldn't help but notice you brought that tiger here...."

Turning to Alvis somewhat nervously, he then said, "...I'm gonna need you to follow me. Management would rather have him in the pets' area, see."

Lindsey sat down, meanwhile, and said, "Shot of scotch, neat please." His voice was monotone and somewhat weary, yet had a tinge of joy in it. He had had a long day, and needed something for it. He then said, "I've had a long day, Issac....had to deal with all of these tourists. They can be something, eh?"

OOC: Posted, New Brittonia. Gave you a little more to work with.

"I am not an entity that can self-combust so the non combustion section might be more advisable. I am flammable afterall and being seated near those who can self-immolate might be inadvisable." It replied in a neutral tone that made uncertain whether it was having fun at the man's expense or if it were serious.

Lindsey sat down, meanwhile, and said, "Shot of scotch, neat please." His voice was monotone and somewhat weary, yet had a tinge of joy in it. He had had a long day, and needed something for it. He then said, "I've had a long day, Issac....had to deal with all of these tourists. They can be something, eh?"

He said,
"Tell me about it. They might pay my bills but sometimes they can be a little. . . ugh."

He turned to the back counter, poured him a shot and said,
"Seventeen-year-old Bowmore."

As Luck went towards the water, things went well. People noticed the newcomer, (and the fact she looked very good), but then again, there were a lot like her on the beach here. In the water, there was a swimming area for people to play in, netted off to prevent people from going out too far and watched by lifeguards.

Meanwhile, a man from the pets' area came up to the guards and Alvis, saying, "Hi. I'm from the pets' area. I couldn't help but notice you brought that tiger here...."

Turning to Alvis somewhat nervously, he then said, "...I'm gonna need you to follow me. Management would rather have him in the pets' area, see."

"can you see we not on the beach but standing on the footpath"said the soldier looking over the beach with the scope on the rifle

"and he won't listen to you"said another soldier

"I am not an entity that can self-combust so the non combustion section might be more advisable. I am flammable afterall and being seated near those who can self-immolate might be inadvisable." It replied in a neutral tone that made uncertain whether it was having fun at the man's expense or if it were serious.

The man then said, confused, "I meant the section if you smoke cigarettes or not, but I don't think you do.....non-smoking it is." He then got out a couple of menus, and then motioned for them to follow.

He said,
"Tell me about it. They might pay my bills but sometimes they can be a little. . . ugh."

He turned to the back counter, poured him a shot and said,
"Seventeen-year-old Bowmore."

Lindsey then said, "Nice. Always loved a Bowmore, especially the older years." Drinking down the shot, he then said with some incredulousness, "I mean, did you hear about the new lady that came in? She brought herself a tiger and a full retinue of troopers. One might think she's royalty."

Lindsey then said, "Nice. Always loved a Bowmore, especially the older years." Drinking down the shot, he then said with some incredulousness, "I mean, did you hear about the new lady that came in? She brought herself a tiger and a full retinue of troopers. One might think she's royalty."

OOC, gotta go

"Well, either that or she's with the circus. Want another?"

OOC, gotta go

"Well, either that or she's with the circus. Want another?"

Lindsey then shrugged and said, "Sure." He then slipped the bartender his fee, and awaited the next drink.

Tom then turned and said, "Well, I'd give it fifteen minutes, today's spaghetti and chicken katsu day. Thank Lenin's ghost for replicators and prepackaged sauce!" he then laughed and went down to get cooking along with the wife.

Downstairs, the necessary ingredients were replicated, and the bolgoniase sauce was brought out and heated. The pasta going into the cooker, both of them set about breading the katsu cutlets and frying them up. The smell could be scented upstairs....

Ceilia had managed her new living quarters quite well as everything was now put away and her baggage kept under the bed so as to not clutter the room. Smelling that the meal was coming to fruition, the Abriel marched back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Do you require assistance?" It's not that she was an expert cook or anything with palace personnel doing the vast majority of tending to meals and other basic needs.

Lindsey then shrugged and said, "Sure." He then slipped the bartender his fee, and awaited the next drink.

Isaac pulled out another glass, poured himself a shot, and poured Lindsey one.

Noticing that Lindsey did not get his joke Isaac said,
"This one is on me. So what country is she from?"

Ceilia had managed her new living quarters quite well as everything was now put away and her baggage kept under the bed so as to not clutter the room. Smelling that the meal was coming to fruition, the Abriel marched back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Do you require assistance?" It's not that she was an expert cook or anything with palace personnel doing the vast majority of tending to meals and other basic needs.

The two Landers, who were busy cooking, noticed her presence. Jane then said, beaming, "Well, you could help with the pasta; I need someone to watch it. Give it a stir. Then, after about five minutes, turn off the heat and drain it using this strainer." She points to the appropriate button, a wire straiiner to drain the pasta with, and the sink in the process of explaining the directions to Ceilia.

Jane then goes, "I gotta set up the places for the tables." As she grabs plates from the dispenser and begins setting them, she then pokes Tom in the shoulder. Jane goes loudly, over the fan in the kitchen, "Tom, could you watch the Katsu!?" Tom nods, and begins working with the Katsu cutlets, turning them over and placing them on a paper towel.

Ceilia walks over to the stove and looks down at the pot containing the boiling water and pasta. She gets so close she can feel the hot steam colliding with her face. Deciding to back away, the princess looks around for a stirring instrument. Grabbing the closest thing, she stirs the pasta slowly.

She watches the stove timer until five minutes pass then reaches over the burners and turns the heat off. Ceilia grabs the strainer and places it in the sink. She follows it up with bringing the pot over and turning its contents over and pouring everything out into the strainer.

"Pasta strained."

Isaac pulled out another glass, poured himself a shot, and poured Lindsey one.

Noticing that Lindsey did not get his joke Isaac said,
"This one is on me. So what country is she from?"

Lindsey then said, "Well Issac....word is she's from some place called Imperial Isa." He then sipped at his drink. "Word is its a nation a bit far from New Dornalia, to be sure."

Lindsey then said, "Well Issac....word is she's from some place called Imperial Isa." He then sipped at his drink. "Word is its a nation a bit far from New Dornalia, to be sure."

"Hey, at least it is on this planet."

Ceilia walks over to the stove and looks down at the pot containing the boiling water and pasta. She gets so close she can feel the hot steam colliding with her face. Deciding to back away, the princess looks around for a stirring instrument. Grabbing the closest thing, she stirs the pasta slowly.

She watches the stove timer until five minutes pass then reaches over the burners and turns the heat off. Ceilia grabs the strainer and places it in the sink. She follows it up with bringing the pot over and turning its contents over and pouring everything out into the strainer.

"Pasta strained."

Jane, who is busy putting down the plates and utensils, nods in acknowledgement. Tom then walks up to the pasta, after successfully heating up the bolognese sauce and putting a ladle in it, before setting it next to the noodles. He then says to Ceilia, "Good job." He then pulls up a chair for Ceilia, and says, "Please. Have a seat."

Then, after placing the plates, Jane walks over to the kids, who are playing on the HoloNet network setup in their house, and says, "Kids, its time to eat." They quit out of their game, and then walk over to the table.

Tom then explains, "Usually, we run dinner as a sort of buffet style--you get up and get as much as you wish, and then come back to the table and eat. Since you're our guest, you can get first dibs." He then motions to the cooked items, and nods for her to eat.

The Novaens would notice a guide to using the archives that explained that there were multiple archives for different types of musical objects--sheet music, instruments, memorabilia, books, rare artifacts, etc. This was all using an organizational system that was easily accessible via computer and by staff assistance. The guide explained that the Archives would be chilled to about sixty degrees Farhenheit and protected with forcefields; all to preserve the integrity of their collection. Most of the rare items and items in need of preservation were stored here, and one could witness the process of restoration. However, a lot of common stuff was placed here as well and it even lent out books.

The entrance they would enter in the Archives area was a gate leading to these several different archives, all connected by a complex of elevators. Coming in and out of the elevators were a variety of people. Some looked like students, others looked like personnel eager to go on break. There was a central desk with a lady sitting in it; she presumably was the main information lady who could direct people to the right archive and help with finding particular items. With glasses and a grin, she looked friendly and said to the Novaens with a smile and a sort of Minnesota accent, "Hello and welcome to the Archives! What can I do you for?"

"We would like to see""some of the memorabillia thanks." they smiled. It would be interesting to see what the Dornalians thought worthy of preserving in this way. The two of them made some quick mental maths, 15 degrees Celcius, it didn't feel any different for the Sauron but the human did notice the drop in temporature.

"Hey, at least it is on this planet."

Linsey then laughed, before he said, "Sure. And I'm a Chinese Jet Pilot."

"We would like to see""some of the memorabillia thanks." they smiled. It would be interesting to see what the Dornalians thought worthy of preserving in this way. The two of them made some quick mental maths, 15 degrees Celcius, it didn't feel any different for the Sauron but the human did notice the drop in temporature.

The librarian then said, "Memorabilia, eh? That will be under...." She then looks at her computer, accessing the Library's networks to find the best place to go. She then said, politely: "Could you be a litte more specific? We have lots of things here, from Instruments, to clothing and specially produced china, that one could call memorabilia" To her, memorabilia was evidently a broad topic, one that could cover anything from the world of material culture.

Linsey then laughed, before he said, "Sure. And I'm a Chinese Jet Pilot."

"Man, what the heck is going on with this planet?"

The bipedal one followed the man while the crystalline floating one hovered in place for a few moments before following. Taking a seat he asked, "What is your food that is the," He then pauses for a second as if trying to remember a word, "Ah yes, spiciest? Also do you have K2PtCl4 and can you put it into a five liter basin with TiCl4 at a ratio of 1:450?"

The librarian then said, "Memorabilia, eh? That will be under...." She then looks at her computer, accessing the Library's networks to find the best place to go. She then said, politely: "Could you be a litte more specific? We have lots of things here, from Instruments, to clothing and specially produced china, that one could call memorabilia" To her, memorabilia was evidently a broad topic, one that could cover anything from the world of material culture.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment and paused they obviously didn't expect to be asked that question. Moments pass without either of them saying a word and then finally the said "Clothing" almost in perfect synchronicity. A smile played across their faces as if they had finished they were nearly laughing.

The Sauron had almost forgotten that they weren't on Nova anymore but he did forget that to those that didn't know Saurons a smile, especially one that presents teeth could be a frightning experience to those who witness it. The smiles passed and they both turned their attention to the receptionist.

The bipedal one followed the man while the crystalline floating one hovered in place for a few moments before following. Taking a seat he asked, "What is your food that is the," He then pauses for a second as if trying to remember a word, "Ah yes, spiciest? Also do you have K2PtCl4 and can you put it into a five liter basin with TiCl4 at a ratio of 1:450?"

The Chinese man then thought for a moment. The first offer was ordinary enough. But the second....boy, it had been a while since real aliens had come by. Normally, you didn't get people asking for pure chemicals. Then again, these weren't usual customers.

He then said to the aliens, "Well, the Hot Noodle Special is our spiciest item. As for your other request, I'll see what I can....what's the word..." He wanted to avoid using any slang, which could confuse them. "...procure? Yeah, procure."

He then wrote the items down onto his PDA, and then said, "What would you like to drink? A glass of water? Some cola? One of our fine alcoholic beverages?"

The two of them looked at each other for a moment and paused they obviously didn't expect to be asked that question. Moments pass without either of them saying a word and then finally the said "Clothing" almost in perfect synchronicity. A smile played across their faces as if they had finished they were nearly laughing.

The Sauron had almost forgotten that they weren't on Nova anymore but he did forget that to those that didn't know Saurons a smile, especially one that presents teeth could be a frightning experience to those who witness it. The smiles passed and they both turned their attention to the receptionist.

The librarian punched in the request, and then said after a few moments, "Well, I'd go to the section marked Material Culture, Textiles." She even pronounced the comma, an odd Dornalian quirk. "Elevator 2, Level 5."

Smiling, she then said, "There you go." She noticed the smile from the Sauron, but wasn't frightened in the least. After all, she met a lot of different people in this job....

"Man, what the heck is going on with this planet?"

Lindsey finished his drink, and then said, "Dunno. Frankly, it might be just me talking, with the liquor in me. I wouldn't worry."

Lady Luck gets out of the water goes over and picks up her towel and drys herself before heading to the soldiers

"ok boys i had my swim time to change and check out this Grauman's Chinese Theatre thats on the map"said Lady Luck as she walks with them behind her and her tiger at front

"Then three servings of Hot Noodle Special, and it would be appreciated." Came the reply as he seated himself on the seat while his companion rested on the table. "Dihydrogen monoxide will be sufficiant for beverage."

The librarian punched in the request, and then said after a few moments, "Well, I'd go to the section marked Material Culture, Textiles." She even pronounced the comma, an odd Dornalian quirk. "Elevator 2, Level 5."

Smiling, she then said, "There you go." She noticed the smile from the Sauron, but wasn't frightened in the least. After all, she met a lot of different people in this job....

"Thank you" They said together before moving off, finding the appropriate Elevator. As they approached they both suddenly realised that they needed to be careful in the way they smile, the librarian read them well but they might not be so lucky next time. They both slapped themselves on the forehead before entering the elevator labelled 2. The human tapped at the elevator controls telling it level 5, it was a pre-decision that the human would be the one to work things as Dornalian equipment would have been designed to be used by humanoids, which the Sauron certainly wasn't.

"Then three servings of Hot Noodle Special, and it would be appreciated." Came the reply as he seated himself on the seat while his companion rested on the table. "Dihydrogen monoxide will be sufficiant for beverage."

The Chinese man was confused by the last bit about the dihydrogen monoxide, but wrote it down anyway along with the Hot Noodle Special.

Taking the order to the kitchen, he was met with some incredulousness. The staff knew that dihydrogen monoxide was simply water and made some jokes at their bosses' expense about that, so they got out the glasses of water for their new guests. The Hot Noodle Special was good as well.

But the chemicals requested would take some doing. Eventually, one of the staff, a chemistry student had to order out for some of the chemicals he couldn't rig from a nearby industrial supplies company and place them in the requested five liter container in the right ratio. After about half an hour, the food and water was done, but the chemicals were not. A busboy was sent out, who then said, "The management apologizes, it will take a little longer for your other order of K2PtCl4 with TiCl4 at a ratio of 1:450 in a five liter basin. About fifteen-twenty standard minutes. Your food, however is done, and we re ready to deliver it to you if you so wish."

Lindsey finished his drink, and then said, "Dunno. Frankly, it might be just me talking, with the liquor in me. I wouldn't worry."

"Gah, we have too many people from other systems on this rock, don't you think?"

The human tapped at the elevator controls telling it level 5, it was a pre-decision that the human would be the one to work things as Dornalian equipment would have been designed to be used by humanoids, which the Sauron certainly wasn't.

The elevator took them into the right area. Here, clothes of all sorts were stored on suspension systems that looked like mannequins representing all races. These mannequins, in turn, were all mounted on motorized racks and bases, seemingly to make an item available for viewing from multiple angles via rotating bases at a command via touchscreens everywhere in a variety of languages.

The racks all seemed surrounded by forcefields, to prevent damage to the valuable clothing inside, some of which looked centuries old. They were also surrounded by employees, legions of them, some of whom deactivated a section of forcefield and had one of the mannequins stick out before going over it with a laser measurer, a scope and a PDA to take down information on the status of the item, before putting it back.

"Gah, we have too many people from other systems on this rock, don't you think?"

Lindsey smiled and leaned back. Thinking for a moment, he could only reply, "Well, as it is, we have plenty of freaks. The neckers and Spocks (OOC: anime catpeople and elvish Abhumans) for instance. The aliens just make things more interesting."

He then leaned forward and said, "But, at least the aliens give us good money."

Lady Luck gets out of the water goes over and picks up her towel and drys herself before heading to the soldiers

"ok boys i had my swim time to change and check out this Grauman's Chinese Theatre thats on the map"said Lady Luck as she walks with them behind her and her tiger at front

The party would find a variety of ways to get to Graumann's Chinese Theater. They could take the LA Metro, hire a taxi, or perhaps get onto a bus. But once there, they would find it in pristine 20th Century style, with tourists and moviegoers alike visiting, eager to see the latest picture show....

"That is acceptable. The noodles may be delivered now." He replied as his companion did not suffer from hunger in the usual definition so a delay did not really provoke any argument or complaint.

"It is very spicy?"

Jane, who is busy putting down the plates and utensils, nods in acknowledgement. Tom then walks up to the pasta, after successfully heating up the bolognese sauce and putting a ladle in it, before setting it next to the noodles. He then says to Ceilia, "Good job." He then pulls up a chair for Ceilia, and says, "Please. Have a seat."

Then, after placing the plates, Jane walks over to the kids, who are playing on the HoloNet network setup in their house, and says, "Kids, its time to eat." They quit out of their game, and then walk over to the table.

Tom then explains, "Usually, we run dinner as a sort of buffet style--you get up and get as much as you wish, and then come back to the table and eat. Since you're our guest, you can get first dibs." He then motions to the cooked items, and nods for her to eat.

Ceilia grabs her plate and looks out over the food. So much food that it's difficult for her to judge how much she should grab. For the Abh, their tastes in food tend to border on the bland side. A normal human would quickly recommend salt or seasoning to liven the flavor up.

Not for an Abh. The less flavor the better. Ceilia decided just to try a little bit of everything so as to give the appearance of having a lot with little. She sat back down at the table to wait for the rest of the family.

"That is acceptable. The noodles may be delivered now." He replied as his companion did not suffer from hunger in the usual definition so a delay did not really provoke any argument or complaint.

"It is very spicy?"

The busboy said, nodding with enthusiasm, "Oh yes. It is VERY spicy. Not for the weak, see. They're made with "Ha-Kala" peppers, some of the spiciest out there, even better than habaneros. The noodles are practically soaked in their juices...which can also stun rampaging bears or hordes of mindworms."

He then went in the back, and brought back the Hot Noodle Special dishes. Laying them out in front of the alien, he then said, "Word is is that your chemicals are coming very soon."

The elevator took them into the right area. Here, clothes of all sorts were stored on suspension systems that looked like mannequins representing all races. These mannequins, in turn, were all mounted on motorized racks and bases, seemingly to make an item available for viewing from multiple angles via rotating bases at a command via touchscreens everywhere in a variety of languages.

The racks all seemed surrounded by forcefields, to prevent damage to the valuable clothing inside, some of which looked centuries old. They were also surrounded by employees, legions of them, some of whom deactivated a section of forcefield and had one of the mannequins stick out before going over it with a laser measurer, a scope and a PDA to take down information on the status of the item, before putting it back.

The wondered around looking at the clothing, it certainly was a large collection, what impressed them most was not only the amount but the care and obvious age of the clothing.

After spending 20 minutes just wondering around the clothing the two of them decided that that was enough time. They had engaged intellectual culture, now it was time for something different. heading back to the librarian they nodded in recognition and the human smiled the Sauron didn't keeping his smiles only for involutary laughing.

They headed out to the main buidling to the main information desk.

"Excuse us, How do we""get to Hollywood?"

Lindsey smiled and leaned back. Thinking for a moment, he could only reply, "Well, as it is, we have plenty of freaks. The neckers and Spocks (OOC: anime catpeople and elvish Abhumans) for instance. The aliens just make things more interesting."

He then leaned forward and said, "But, at least the aliens give us good money."

"Well, I can admit that they make the rock a bit funnier. And the money, I can toast to that.". Isaac poured both of them a shot of Bowmore, raised his shot glass and said,
"To the freaks, may they come by the masses, but only to the Golden House!"

"Ha-Kala?" He commented with a somewhat puzzled air. "Spicy good, more spicy better."

With the food laid out, he thanked the busboy for both the food and the information before digging in with considerable gusto and very large mouthfuls.

Not for an Abh. The less flavor the better. Ceilia decided just to try a little bit of everything so as to give the appearance of having a lot with little. She sat back down at the table to wait for the rest of the family.

The rest of the family snapped up their plates, and then sat down to eat. As they did so, Lynn then spoke up, saying, "So, what brings you here to New Dornalia?"

Tom then said, "Honey, our guest is staying with us as part of a cultural observation mission."

Lynn then said, "You mean she's like an exchange student, but she's here to see how we Dornalians act." Thinking for a moment, she then raised a finger and said, "Kinda like....an anthropologist?"

Lady Lack now dress in black running shoes, jeans, black blouses and a gray letterman jacket had used a bus to get to the Graumann's Chinese Theater.

on the bus they got a lot of looks because of her looks, her pet tiger and her guards that were sign to look after her

"so this is the Graumann's Chinese Theater"said Lady Luck looking at it

"mm it something"said one of the soldier with her as they got more looks by people around them

"Ha-Kala?" He commented with a somewhat puzzled air. "Spicy good, more spicy better."

With the food laid out, he thanked the busboy for both the food and the information before digging in with considerable gusto and very large mouthfuls.

Fifteen minutes later, the busboy arrived with the requested five-liter container, and placed it in front of the other alien. Bowing, he then said, "Oh, and Ha-Kala is a pepper from Nova Louisiana. The word apparently means 'Fire serpent.'" Bowing again and nodding, he left his guests to eat.

"Well, I can admit that they make the rock a bit funnier. And the money, I can toast to that.". Isaac poured both of them a shot of Bowmore, raised his shot glass and said,
"To the freaks, may they come by the masses, but only to the Golden House!"

Lindsey then said, loudly and with pride, taking his drink, "Amen to that! L'chaim!"

"Excuse us, How do we""get to Hollywood?"

The lady looked on her computer, and then said, "Well, you can take the LA Metro or the highway if you've got a taxi or a car. LA Metro is easy, get onto the Palace of the Soviets stop and then take the Blue Line all the way up to Metro Center, then switch off at the Red Line to head to Hollywood.

Using the highway, get onto the 101 and drive northwest; the 101 will turn into the Hollywood Expressway. Then get off of the interchange into Hollywood proper."

Lady Lack now dress in black running shoes, jeans, black blouses and a gray letterman jacket had used a bus to get to the Graumann's Chinese Theater.

on the bus they got a lot of looks because of her looks, her pet tiger and her guards that were sign to look after her

"so this is the Graumann's Chinese Theater"said Lady Luck looking at it

"mm it something"said one of the soldier with her as they got more looks by people around them

The theater was bustling with people, some of whom were impersonating famous Dornalian movie stars, past and present. People could be seen taking pictures with them, or just looking at them as they walked by.

The famed Concrete Tiles with names of long-dead pre-Apocalypse celebrities were a pont of interest; indeed, a group of what looked like archaeologists were busy examining them, as were a large group of people, curious as to what these tiles exactly meant to Pre-Apocalypse people.

Once the contents had stopped the faint rocking caused by it being moved, the alien floated down into the chemical bath.

"Ha-Kala is good, very tasty." He commented as he continued to eat at a rather rapid rate, one that could be considered 'Wolfing' it down.

Once the contents had stopped the faint rocking caused by it being moved, the alien floated down into the chemical bath.

"Ha-Kala is good, very tasty." He commented as he continued to eat at a rather rapid rate, one that could be considered 'Wolfing' it down.

The busboy nodded and walked off, pleased to know the meal was good by the standards of nonhuman customers.

Finishing the triple order of noodles, he sat back and watched his companion soak in the chemicals, every so often nodding or otherwise gesturing for no appearent reason.

The rest of the family snapped up their plates, and then sat down to eat. As they did so, Lynn then spoke up, saying, "So, what brings you here to New Dornalia?"

Tom then said, "Honey, our guest is staying with us as part of a cultural observation mission."

Lynn then said, "You mean she's like an exchange student, but she's here to see how we Dornalians act." Thinking for a moment, she then raised a finger and said, "Kinda like....an anthropologist?"

Ceilia nibbles at her food and is almost instantly assailed by the different flavors. Surprisingly, none of it shows on her face. Instead she puts down her fork to address the family.

"That is an accurate enough description. I am to observe New Dornalia and its people as a whole and include culture, species, and languages in my report to his Majesty. Be assured that none of your names will be mentioned in my reports unless you have granted permission or a name involves an important matter concerning New Dornalia. My job is not to study just your family so do not feel that I will be watching you closely. I am simply here to live and be a part of...the family during my stay."

The lady looked on her computer, and then said, "Well, you can take the LA Metro or the highway if you've got a taxi or a car. LA Metro is easy, get onto the Palace of the Soviets stop and then take the Blue Line all the way up to Metro Center, then switch off at the Red Line to head to Hollywood.

Using the highway, get onto the 101 and drive northwest; the 101 will turn into the Hollywood Expressway. Then get off of the interchange into Hollywood proper."

With a brief and a warm farewell they left the National Music Library, getting back onto the Metro and take the blue line back the central hub and then red line to Hollywood.

On their travels they would just together and observe basic ettiquette, keeping to themselves unless approached.

Ceilia nibbles at her food and is almost instantly assailed by the different flavors. Surprisingly, none of it shows on her face. Instead she puts down her fork to address the family.

"That is an accurate enough description. I am to observe New Dornalia and its people as a whole and include culture, species, and languages in my report to his Majesty. Be assured that none of your names will be mentioned in my reports unless you have granted permission or a name involves an important matter concerning New Dornalia. My job is not to study just your family so do not feel that I will be watching you closely. I am simply here to live and be a part of...the family during my stay."

Jane then said, nodding and eating some of her food, "Well don't worry. There will be plenty of things to do in Los Angeles for you if you wanna learn. I mean, there's the National Music Library, Hollywood, the National Military Museum, all sorts of places."

Lynn then said, "Mom, I don't think she wants a tour guide. Besides, if she wants to see Dornalian culture, why not do it up close? You know, out of the way of the touristy places? Like the mall or one of our favorite places?"

Tom nodded, and said, "Well, I think that would be a great idea. Dunno how the old farts will react, but I can vouch for ya."

Jane then said, "Oh hush. Ceilia isn't a little girl. Besides, the old farts haven't even met her. How would you know how they react?"

Tom then added, "Sigh....I suppose you're right." He then turned to Ceilia and said, "Well, either way, we're glad to have you here with us, and feel free to mention us in your report."

With a brief and a warm farewell they left the National Music Library, getting back onto the Metro and take the blue line back the central hub and then red line to Hollywood.

On their travels they would just together and observe basic ettiquette, keeping to themselves unless approached.

The journey would prove uneventful, save for a Kol'Tssein Lizardman walking up to the Sauron, but quickly walking away, confused by the sight.

In Hollywood, the stop was near a crush of people, both workers moving to and fro and tourists visiting the area, eager to take in movie culture as well. They could see restaurants, shops advertising "clothes of the stars" or "movie collectibles," and in the distance, the Hollywood sign, being maintained carefully.

Next to them, was a man hawking maps, saying, "Star maps, get your star maps! See the houses of the stars!"

Finishing the triple order of noodles, he sat back and watched his companion soak in the chemicals, every so often nodding or otherwise gesturing for no appearent reason.

The busboy came back, and asked them, "How are you doing? Good?" He ws doing his job, checking up on his patrons.

"Good." He replied with a shake of the head. "Much recommend. Bye bye now."

The biped stood while the crystalline one floated out of the chemical bath. From all indications it would seem they were about to depart, without the human tradition of trade.

"Good." He replied with a shake of the head. "Much recommend. Bye bye now."

The biped stood while the crystalline one floated out of the chemical bath. From all indications it would seem they were about to depart, without the human tradition of trade.

The busboy, while pleased with the recommendation, was not so pleased with the apparent "dine and dash." He then shouted, turning alarmed: "HEY! Come back! You gotta pay for that!" as they left, it seemed without paying. He did so rather urgently, and angrily to the point where the manager came out and said, "What's going on here!?" moving to block the exit. The manager was not so much angry, as he came out with a puzzled look on his face as he observed the busboy confronting the aliens.

The busboy then said, "These guys were gonna dine and dash!"

The manager grew cold afterwards, saying to the aliens, "Oh really....you would eat here without payment? Tell me you were just going up to the front desk to pay. Otherwise, we will have to report you."

The journey would prove uneventful, save for a Kol'Tssein Lizardman walking up to the Sauron, but quickly walking away, confused by the sight.

In Hollywood, the stop was near a crush of people, both workers moving to and fro and tourists visiting the area, eager to take in movie culture as well. They could see restaurants, shops advertising "clothes of the stars" or "movie collectibles," and in the distance, the Hollywood sign, being maintained carefully.

Next to them, was a man hawking maps, saying, "Star maps, get your star maps! See the houses of the stars!"

The Sauron looked at the departing confused Lizardmen, there was obviously some familiar features, being essentially a lizard himself. However, there did not seem to be any feeling of brotherhood. He had felt nothing compared to the close inter-twined bond that he had with the human. They looked at each somehow communicating their feelings without moving a muscle, leaving the station they responded to the Hawker.

"No thanks, our navigation charts""are quite upto date." The term 'Star' for the Novaens only had one meaning, The sense of all the Novaens being in unity with each other.

Before going to a restaraunt or a store they just decided to roam the streets for approximately 20 minutes.

Lady Luck takes a look at the stars on the ground

"movies stars,tv stars and others"she said going over the names

"huh nothing new then ma-am"ask one of the soldiers as he eyes the crowded through the goggles

"no not really"said Lady Luck

Lady Luck takes a look at the stars on the ground

"movies stars,tv stars and others"she said going over the names

"huh nothing new then ma-am"ask one of the soldiers as he eyes the crowded through the goggles

"no not really"said Lady Luck

Well, it would almost be the same. The usual Dornalian movie stars, such as Kit Jannsen, Lina Yang and others were on display, as was the usual kitsch.

Except of course for the people noticing Lady Luck, her retinue and the tiger. A steady stream of curious onlookers began looking at her oddly, wondering if she was another movie star or not. And a few tourists from another part of the Workers State then walked up to her soldiers, and asked, "Hey, what movie are you guys a part of?"

"Pay?" He commented somewhat puzzled as he sorted through meaning for the translation to the Earthly term. It translated but the context didn't for he wasn't use to having to provide compensation for food as his culture didn't function with that convention.

After a moment's thought, he produced a small but heavy grey-white ring. "You take, I go." He said as he pressed it into the manager's hands. The fact that it was quite small, weighing just slightly more than thirty grams, was belied by the fact that it was pure platinum and thus quite valuable.

The Sauron looked at the departing confused Lizardmen, there was obviously some familiar features, being essentially a lizard himself. However, there did not seem to be any feeling of brotherhood. He had felt nothing compared to the close inter-twined bond that he had with the human. They looked at each somehow communicating their feelings without moving a muscle, leaving the station they responded to the Hawker.

"No thanks, our navigation charts""are quite upto date." The term 'Star' for the Novaens only had one meaning, The sense of all the Novaens being in unity with each other.

Before going to a restaraunt or a store they just decided to roam the streets for approximately 20 minutes.

It was then during their travels, after the confused lizardman and the Star maps seller being confused as well, that the two Novaens wandered near what looked like a movie set. There were cranes, lights, cameras, and what looked like staff wandering about. It looked like an action picture, with lots of fake pyrotechnics simulated with holograms and leaping stuntmen.

Next to it all was an alley, with an official looking company car, marked "Pyron Studios." And leaning near its entrance was a sharpdressed man accompanied by two burly men, who sized up the two Novaens. They'd suit his upcoming project well. He then walked up to them, and made a gesture like a picture frame, squinting with one eye. He then, clapping his hands said, "Gentlemen, how'd you like to be in the cinema?"

"Pay?" He commented somewhat puzzled as he sorted through meaning for the translation to the Earthly term. It translated but the context didn't for he wasn't use to having to provide compensation for food as his culture didn't function with that convention.

After a moment's thought, he produced a small but heavy grey-white ring. "You take, I go." He said as he pressed it into the manager's hands. The fact that it was quite small, weighing just slightly more than thirty grams, was belied by the fact that it was pure platinum and thus quite valuable.

The manager looked over the ring, and then said, "Hmm....this'll do, I guess." He then gave it a slight bite (an old Dornalian tradition when getting valuable objects), pocketed it, and walked back into his office. His knowledge of metallurgy was poor, but he knew enough to figure out that this was something big. Perhaps silver, or even that other metal, platinum. Either way, he'd be rich!

"You share, have good day. Make more good food." He commented as he departed with his companion and then headed down toward the beach.

ooc: Unless platinum is quite a bit more valuable in ND than it is in present Earth than the ring is only worth around 1250$

It was then during their travels, after the confused lizardman and the Star maps seller being confused as well, that the two Novaens wandered near what looked like a movie set. There were cranes, lights, cameras, and what looked like staff wandering about. It looked like an action picture, with lots of fake pyrotechnics simulated with holograms and leaping stuntmen.

Next to it all was an alley, with an official looking company car, marked "Pyron Studios." And leaning near its entrance was a sharpdressed man accompanied by two burly men, who sized up the two Novaens. They'd suit his upcoming project well. He then walked up to them, and made a gesture like a picture frame, squinting with one eye. He then, clapping his hands said, "Gentlemen, how'd you like to be in the cinema?"

The Novaens looked at a set, looked at the two burely guys and the sharp dressed man. They thought the man was weird, but they had heard rumours about people from the cinema being a bit... excentric. Not that eccentricity was only in relation to cultural expectations but the framing and the squinting sure looked eccentric to them.

The two Novaens looked at each other, "what would we be doing?" they thought it would be prudent to at least have some kind of idea what they would be doing before agreeing.

"You share, have good day. Make more good food." He commented as he departed with his companion and then headed down toward the beach.

ooc: Unless platinum is quite a bit more valuable in ND than it is in present Earth than the ring is only worth around 1250$

OOC: Nah. He's just a guy who likes the sight of valuables. And bear in mind....he does have poor metallurgy knowledge. And $1250 is still plenty.

IC:

The busboy then looked at the manager, and coughed. The manager then said, somewhat embarassed "Good point. Lemme just go ahead and...."

The busboy finished his words with, "Save it wisely, and use it to pay off the check and maybe those chemicals."

The manager then said, chuckling, "Well....true. If it wasn't for the fact this ring came in here, and I was feeling good, I'd normally dock your pay today for that. Consider yourself lucky!" He then walked away to cash it in, the busboy sighing. He knew that indeed, his manager would have done that....

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The beach proved busy as ever, with people moving in and out. However, the beachgoers noticed their new guests. Some stared intently, others took a brief glimpse but then left. But one thing was for sure, they got a lot of attention. Indeed, they did for a while--after all, it wasn't everyday that guys (?) like this came down to the beach.

Well, it would almost be the same. The usual Dornalian movie stars, such as Kit Jannsen, Lina Yang and others were on display, as was the usual kitsch.

Except of course for the people noticing Lady Luck, her retinue and the tiger. A steady stream of curious onlookers began looking at her oddly, wondering if she was another movie star or not. And a few tourists from another part of the Workers State then walked up to her soldiers, and asked, "Hey, what movie are you guys a part of?"


"we anti from some movie"said one as the sound of a click was hear from all standing there

The Novaens looked at a set, looked at the two burely guys and the sharp dressed man. They thought the man was weird, but they had heard rumours about people from the cinema being a bit... excentric. Not that eccentricity was only in relation to cultural expectations but the framing and the squinting sure looked eccentric to them.

The two Novaens looked at each other, "what would we be doing?" they thought it would be prudent to at least have some kind of idea what they would be doing before agreeing.

"Well," the man said, "You both would be starring as supporting roles in the newest motion picture from Pyron, Under Construction. It's an action adventure film, with a lot of comedy in it. It's about this construction worker, an alien, and his best friend who join forces to save the universe from an unknown evil. And I think you'll fit the part of the alien and best friend, gents." He said this with a straight, sincere if somewhat overly enthusiastic face. Clearly, this guy had found his men....

He then looked about, and then said, "I'd love to tell you more, but I'd like to discuss this in a more secure place. After all, you can't tell who's gonna snoop about and steal the idea for it."

He then motioned to the car, and said rather gently, with a smile, "Would you like to follow me into my car, please?"

Those that stared would get the impression that they were being stared back at from the eyeless face. A few minutes after arriving he found a site clear of people and full in the sun and stretched out on his front. Those nearby would hear the sounds of humming and those who were musically astute could recognise that it was the music to Californication.

The other simply landed in the sand to soak up the sun.

ooc: One is male, other's genderless.

"we anti from some movie"said one as the sound of a click was hear from all standing there

The assembled stood their distance, and decided to stand back. They then scattered, leaving Lady Luck and her entourage to take in the sights unmolested save for hawkers offering maps to the homes of the stars and the celebrity impersonators.

The assembled stood their distance, and decided to stand back. They then scattered, leaving Lady Luck and her entourage to take in the sights unmolested save for hawkers offering maps to the homes of the stars and the celebrity impersonators.

"told you clicking our tongues to sound like safe going off would work"said one of Soldiers as they stand there waiting for Lady Luck
"fools"said another

"Well," the man said, "You both would be starring as supporting roles in the newest motion picture from Pyron, Under Construction. It's an action adventure film, with a lot of comedy in it. It's about this construction worker, an alien, and his best friend who join forces to save the universe from an unknown evil. And I think you'll fit the part of the alien and best friend, gents." He said this with a straight, sincere if somewhat overly enthusiastic face. Clearly, this guy had found his men....

He then looked about, and then said, "I'd love to tell you more, but I'd like to discuss this in a more secure place. After all, you can't tell who's gonna snoop about and steal the idea for it."

He then motioned to the car, and said rather gently, with a smile, "Would you like to follow me into my car, please?"

The place seemed public enough and the Novaens had no reason to suspect anything was up and perhaps a bit naively entered the car. Once in the car they expected to have a conversation and perhaps some sort of dialogue they would be expected to say.

Jane then said, nodding and eating some of her food, "Well don't worry. There will be plenty of things to do in Los Angeles for you if you wanna learn. I mean, there's the National Music Library, Hollywood, the National Military Museum, all sorts of places."

Lynn then said, "Mom, I don't think she wants a tour guide. Besides, if she wants to see Dornalian culture, why not do it up close? You know, out of the way of the touristy places? Like the mall or one of our favorite places?"

Tom nodded, and said, "Well, I think that would be a great idea. Dunno how the old farts will react, but I can vouch for ya."

Jane then said, "Oh hush. Ceilia isn't a little girl. Besides, the old farts haven't even met her. How would you know how they react?"

Tom then added, "Sigh....I suppose you're right." He then turned to Ceilia and said, "Well, either way, we're glad to have you here with us, and feel free to mention us in your report."

"I appreciate your cooperation in all of this. It shall make my reporting easier and more thorough. Perhaps a combination of both places would be suitable, to see what attractions draw people to New Dornalia and then to see what the citizens of New Dornalia enjoy."

Ceilia continued to nibble at her food the best she could despite the emmense flavor. A strategic eating of this and that was called for in order to make it appear that she had eaten most of her food.

"I appreciate your cooperation in all of this. It shall make my reporting easier and more thorough. Perhaps a combination of both places would be suitable, to see what attractions draw people to New Dornalia and then to see what the citizens of New Dornalia enjoy."

Ceilia continued to nibble at her food the best she could despite the emmense flavor. A strategic eating of this and that was called for in order to make it appear that she had eaten most of her food.

Tom then capped off the conversation with Ceilia by saying, "Well, that won't be a problem. I can make some time to take you to places with the family. Besides, I can have some time off--Dornalians get at least three weeks paid vacation, ya know. You can mark that in your report."

Lynn nodded and then said, "Yeah. Such is the wages of a welfare state....it's pricey though."

Tom then said, nodding, "Well, its well worth it, dear."

Jane then noticed Ceilia nibbling ever so slowly at her food, and then said "Dear, is something the matter? You haven't eaten much of your meal."

The place seemed public enough and the Novaens had no reason to suspect anything was up and perhaps a bit naively entered the car. Once in the car they expected to have a conversation and perhaps some sort of dialogue they would be expected to say.

The car sped away from the alley, but the Novaens were in for a rude awakening. Instead of entering a studio, they instead entered a warehouse on the outskirts of town with armed men in it. The men were dressed in balaclavas, and a black flag with a woman in an Irish Maid outfit holding a Kalashnikov, stenciled in red, marked with the slogan, "potentia ex sterilis ignis."

Pulling inside, the sharp-dressed man pulled out a large rail-pistol, as did his retinue, and said, "Gentlemen, you are now under the supervision of the Popular Workers Front. We are more commonly known as the Molly Maguires."

He then smiled evilly and said, "Get out of the car. Now."

OOC- I'm sorry, I was on vacation

Tom then capped off the conversation with Ceilia by saying, "Well, that won't be a problem. I can make some time to take you to places with the family. Besides, I can have some time off--Dornalians get at least three weeks paid vacation, ya know. You can mark that in your report."

Lynn nodded and then said, "Yeah. Such is the wages of a welfare state....it's pricey though."

Tom then said, nodding, "Well, its well worth it, dear."

Jane then noticed Ceilia nibbling ever so slowly at her food, and then said "Dear, is something the matter? You haven't eaten much of your meal."

Ceilia looked down at her food then back up. "Oh no, it is alright. Everything has been cooked properly. I am just not accustomed to the taste. It is fine though, I shall grow use to it."

Those that stared would get the impression that they were being stared back at from the eyeless face. A few minutes after arriving he found a site clear of people and full in the sun and stretched out on his front. Those nearby would hear the sounds of humming and those who were musically astute could recognise that it was the music to Californication.

The other simply landed in the sand to soak up the sun.

ooc: One is male, other's genderless.

The odd sensation of being stared back at caused those who were staring to stop, surely enough. Meanwhile, people walking by the aliens noticed the song. One of the "musically astute" soon walked up to one of the aliens and asked, "Hey. Is that the theme to Californication?"

Ceilia looked down at her food then back up. "Oh no, it is alright. Everything has been cooked properly. I am just not accustomed to the taste. It is fine though, I shall grow use to it."


Jane then reacted with surprise. She never would have prepared such a meal if she had known her new guest had a sensitive tongue, and thus she reacted with surprise. Jane then said to Ceilia, "I do apologize for the food. Still, if its fine with you, I'll keep cooking it and letting you get used to it." She then let out a nervous giggle. The other two just sat by, and ate.

Lynn then looked up, and said, "Oh yes. I remember now. In class, they told me how the Abh have sensitive tongues, so they prefer foods we would find less flavorful."

Jane then said to Lynn, "Well, why wasn't I told of this before? I would have prepped some oatmeal or something simple for her."

Lynn then said, shrugging, "I suppose it slipped my mind. Sorry, mom."

Rolling onto his side so that he was facing the questioner, he smiled which had the somewhat unsettling effect of baring all his teeth. "That is what it was called when I heard it. This is California, or what had been called thus, is it not?"

OOC- I'm sorry, I was on vacation

OOC: It's fine.

OOC- Should I stay in this RP or should I go?

Rolling onto his side so that he was facing the questioner, he smiled which had the somewhat unsettling effect of baring all his teeth. "That is what it was called when I heard it. This is California, or what had been called thus, is it not?"

The man simply replied, shrugging, "Well, as far as I know, its still called California. I suppose the song fits."

OOC- Should I stay in this RP or should I go?

OOC: I personally don't mind you staying, but its up to you really.

OOC: I personally don't mind you staying, but its up to you really.

OOC I was gone for a while so now I dunno how to get my character back

"So what do you do here?" He asked as he rolled onto his back.

"So what do you do here?" He asked as he rolled onto his back.

The man then asked the alien, "Well, we do a variety of things in this city. Live. Eat. Go to malls. Go out with friends. Work to earn our pay. Depends on what you wanna do. We've got just about everything here."

OOC I was gone for a while so now I dunno how to get my character back

OOC: Post 146 is there for the quoting and replying. But if you don't wanna participate anymore, that's cool.

"It is not that all spices and such are unaccustomed to our tastes. We still use herbs and some milder seasoning. Typically, foods prepared in the Empire are devoid of salts. The food is fine though. There is no need for you to change any cooking habits on my account."

Ceilia ate a bit more of her food. "Not to intrude but what does you and your family have on the itenerary?"

"It is not that all spices and such are unaccustomed to our tastes. We still use herbs and some milder seasoning. Typically, foods prepared in the Empire are devoid of salts. The food is fine though. There is no need for you to change any cooking habits on my account."

Ceilia ate a bit more of her food. "Not to intrude but what does you and your family have on the itenerary?"

Tom then said, "Well, we could take you to a few local restaurants, maybe the MegaMall down in Torrance, have you meet a few family friends, and then show you around Chinatown and maybe the National Music Library. That'd be a good survey of New Dornalian culture for ya."

Jane then said, "That will be a great idea."

Lynn nodded, and added, "I wonder which family friends to take her to. Comrade Jack? Mr. Kurosawa?"

Tom then said, "Well, Comrades Jack, Mike, and Tony would be good people for her to meet. Not so much Comrade Tim, if that's what you mean by Mr. Kurosawa."

He then turned to Ceilia and said, "I can remember the days when everybody used to be called comrade. Now it's Mr. and Mrs. and Ms. Kinda hard to keep track, if you ask me. The kids do it better than me." He says the last parts with a shrug and some resignation.

Howard, meanwhile, didn't speak much, but rather observed how the Abh interacted with the family. He seemed to be fascinated with the odd "object" on her forehead, and then, he said the first thing of his all dinner. He asked Ceilia, "What's that on your forehead?"

"Right now, watch your activities." Came the reply, thought the you was intended to include all the humans on the beach rather than the specific one he was talking with at the moment.

Lindsey then said, loudly and with pride, taking his drink, "Amen to that! L'chaim!"

"You Jewish?"

"You Jewish?"

Lindsey stops for a moment, thinks, and laughs, saying, "Nah. I just like the sound of that word as a toast. Besides, it seems to be one of the new words in this age, the Era of MacIntyre."

Indeed, in the bar, others can be heard toasting "L'chaim" or other such phrases, with their drinks.

"Right now, watch your activities." Came the reply, thought the you was intended to include all the humans on the beach rather than the specific one he was talking with at the moment.

The man's eyebrows are raised, though in what seems to be a gesture of confusion and mild concern. He then asks, "Well. I'm not doing much interesting. I'm just sunbathing here, then I gotta see my girlfriend soon. Or was it the whole beach that ya meant?"

"Is interesting, all beach." He replied for the man was interesting, even if he would deny it.

Lindsey stops for a moment, thinks, and laughs, saying, "Nah. I just like the sound of that word as a toast. Besides, it seems to be one of the new words in this age, the Era of MacIntyre."

Indeed, in the bar, others can be heard toasting "L'chaim" or other such phrases, with their drinks.

"Oh, I am. . . just took a guess that you were also."

"Is interesting, all beach." He replied for the man was interesting, even if he would deny it.

The man nodded, and said, "Well, people can be interesting. And I suppose there's no better place to go than a beach."

He then points to the masses of people all over it.

"I mean, look at that. Families, singles, beautiful people, ugly people, abhuman, human, athiest, religious, whatever. It's a veritable collection of peoples from all over the city, and it is certainly interesting. I mean, if not for its diversity, than its sheer numbers and action."

"Oh, I am. . . just took a guess that you were also."

Lindsey then looked at Issac with some surprise and amusement, the amusement possibly from the liquor. He then said surprised, "Oh. I didn't know you were Jewish." He then looked up, thought some more, and said, "Well, I guess in this day and age....Dornalians are getting their influences from everywhere. Even from the old Tribe of Abraham."

"All interesting. Odd human, perceptive, rare." He commented as the man's view were perceptive, thought how he came to that conclusion was of greater interest.

Lindsey then looked at Issac with some surprise and amusement, the amusement possibly from the liquor. He then said surprised, "Oh. I didn't know you were Jewish." He then looked up, thought some more, and said, "Well, I guess in this day and age....Dornalians are getting their influences from everywhere. Even from the old Tribe of Abraham."

He poured himself another drink and said,
"My family was from here before Dornalia came, when it was the United States of America. We came from a place callled Ethipoia, there was a famine andwe moved here. We stayed with the governments, and here I am."

OOC- I hope that does not mess with your future timeline

He poured himself another drink and said,
"My family was from here before Dornalia came, when it was the United States of America. We came from a place callled Ethipoia, there was a famine andwe moved here. We stayed with the governments, and here I am."

OOC- I hope that does not mess with your future timeline

OOC: Well, the US in this timeine was wiped out in an exchange with the Soviets in a nuclear war known as the Apocalypse. Some remnants existed out on the east coast of North America as the Eastern AmeriCanadian Coalition during the time before the Treaty of Los Angeles, which reunified the Earth under Dornalian control. Ethiopia...well, I'll let that go (seriously), though it was controlled by the North African Empire that dominated much of Saharan Africa and the Horn of Africa before the TLA. So the above statement was probably a little off.

Nation names came from this thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=428015&highlight=Treaty+Angeles.

Apologies for the inconvienience.

Lady lucks turns to the troops
"right lets head back for food and to read the message" she said to them

"right'o move out i guess"said one of them as turn and fall in behind her as she walks pass

Lady lucks turns to the troops
"right lets head back for food and to read the message" she said to them

"rigth'o move out i guess"said one of them as turn and fall in behind her as she walks pass

The people only realized later they had been had by the tongue clicking, but by then, the Isans had left the area. As they walked downtown, a Hotel shuttle stop came up ahead....

The car sped away from the alley, but the Novaens were in for a rude awakening. Instead of entering a studio, they instead entered a warehouse on the outskirts of town with armed men in it. The men were dressed in balaclavas, and a black flag with a woman in an Irish Maid outfit holding a Kalashnikov, stenciled in red, marked with the slogan, "potentia ex sterilis ignis."

Pulling inside, the sharp-dressed man pulled out a large rail-pistol, as did his retinue, and said, "Gentlemen, you are now under the supervision of the Popular Workers Front. We are more commonly known as the Molly Maguires."

He then smiled evilly and said, "Get out of the car. Now."

The Novaens where confused, no one had said anything about a warehouse, or armed men. The man did say something about a support role for them but where was the leading actor they were meant to support. Everything was totally confused, perhaps this was the way they did movies here in New Dornalia, but something was certainly wrong. It took some time but they realised that something was not only wrong but things were majorly wrong. They had been duped and lured into the car and had been kidnapped without a struggle through deception.

Slowly exiting the car they spoke "What is""going on?" asking a question they pretty much already knew the answer too. They saw the Kalashnikov and the stencil on it... They both recognised it as Latin, however had no idea what it said. They were well aware that even thousands of years after the Romans had gone Latin was used for Mottos of various groups or organisations. They were both scared and uncertain of what would happen next, for now they just followed their captors instructions, hoping that neither of them would get hurt.

For now they still had their Personal Devices, the Novaen all in one communications device but who could they call? Especially now was not the time to reveal it. They hoped that they would not check for things like that, the device while at least partly compatible with the New Dornalian mobile communications network did not work with some of the more advanced features, including GPS.

The Novaens where confused, no one had said anything about a warehouse, or armed men. The man did say something about a support role for them but where was the leading actor they were meant to support. Everything was totally confused, perhaps this was the way they did movies here in New Dornalia, but something was certainly wrong. It took some time but they realised that something was not only wrong but things were majorly wrong. They had been duped and lured into the car and had been kidnapped without a struggle through deception.

Slowly exiting the car they spoke "What is""going on?" asking a question they pretty much already knew the answer too. They saw the Kalashnikov and the stencil on it... They both recognised it as Latin, however had no idea what it said. They were well aware that even thousands of years after the Romans had gone Latin was used for Mottos of various groups or organisations. They were both scared and uncertain of what would happen next, for now they just followed their captors instructions, hoping that neither of them would get hurt.

For now they still had their Personal Devices, the Novaen all in one communications device but who could they call? Especially now was not the time to reveal it. They hoped that they would not check for things like that, the device while at least partly compatible with the New Dornalian mobile communications network did not work with some of the more advanced features, including GPS.

Now that the Novaens were out of the car, the Well-Dressed man was greeted by one of the masked paramilitaries. The Novaens were greeted with a simple, "Shut the fuck up, little men. Unless you wanna get shot" from one of the masked men, who swaggered arrogantly and gestured to his weapon, a lasgun that looked like it had some killing power despite its age. With a salute, the paramilitary then said, "Commander, I see that the first phase of the operation has gone well. What are your instructions now?"

The Commander then looked over his new charges. What to do with them was the question....they couldn't hold both of them hostage, that was an escape risk. The lizardman looked more difficult to hold--but he would be more valuable, probably as a bargaining chip. After all, it wasn't everyday you kidnapped an alien here, usually the few kidnappings done were with humans or catgirls.

He then whispered to the paramilitary, "Knock out the human, then dump him somewhere far away from here. The alien is more valuable. Pigs usually will negotiate more if you have a xeno in your possession. Besides, all else fails, we fake his death and sell him as a coolie. We don't want his friend helping him to escape. You seperate them, the alien don't escape."

The man nodded. Then the paramilitary walked off. Five minutes later, he returned with a bottle of FT-Chloroform, and motioned to several men. The man soaked a rag with the FT-Chloroform, and then attempted to knock out the human Novaen with it. Meanwhile, the guards he motioned to moved to block the Sauron from aiding his friend.

OoC: He does this, not knowing exactly what kind of relationship the Novaens have. Also, to all those watching, kidnappings are relatively uncommon in ND.

Tom then said, "Well, we could take you to a few local restaurants, maybe the MegaMall down in Torrance, have you meet a few family friends, and then show you around Chinatown and maybe the National Music Library. That'd be a good survey of New Dornalian culture for ya."

Jane then said, "That will be a great idea."

Lynn nodded, and added, "I wonder which family friends to take her to. Comrade Jack? Mr. Kurosawa?"

Tom then said, "Well, Comrades Jack, Mike, and Tony would be good people for her to meet. Not so much Comrade Tim, if that's what you mean by Mr. Kurosawa."

He then turned to Ceilia and said, "I can remember the days when everybody used to be called comrade. Now it's Mr. and Mrs. and Ms. Kinda hard to keep track, if you ask me. The kids do it better than me." He says the last parts with a shrug and some resignation.

Howard, meanwhile, didn't speak much, but rather observed how the Abh interacted with the family. He seemed to be fascinated with the odd "object" on her forehead, and then, he said the first thing of his all dinner. He asked Ceilia, "What's that on your forehead?"

Ceilia looked up for a moment then removed the tiara from around her forehead. The removal of one object revealed another interesting feature in the middle of her forehead that all might not have been aware of. "It is a tiara, something that all citizens of the Empire wear. This particular one is a status symbol, however military issued tiaras do not reflect ones status within the Empire as it does not hold sway with Star Forces. Instead tiaras are used to show rank within the military. They also have another function of allowing us to better man our spacecraft."

The Abriel princess then turned to the rest of the family. "There is no need to make special arrangements on my account. Whatever it is you have planned will suffice."

Before the Human could do anything, the FT-Chloroform was over his mouth, he struggled but that just meant it went into his bloodstream quicker, he was out cold and collapsed totally out of it. As he was fading he saw his Sauron life Partner suggling to get to him but it was too late. He didn't get their in time.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." The Sauron struggled as the human was being taken away, they had never been out of each others prescence and it was a matter of great stress for him. He wasn't attacking but certainly wasn't pussy footing around either.

His goal was to get to his partner and defend him but he just couldn't....

The people only realized later they had been had by the tongue clicking, but by then, the Isans had left the area. As they walked downtown, a Hotel shuttle stop came up ahead....

OOC bet some poeple said some rude things
IC
now back at the hotel and back in her room Lady Luck reads her massage as she seats on her bed
"sweet"she said as she place the message down on the bed

"All interesting. Odd human, perceptive, rare." He commented as the man's view were perceptive, thought how he came to that conclusion was of greater interest.

The man spoke again with a shrug, "Well, don't quote me on that. It's just what I see here on the beach whenever I come, I remember." Clearly, he's a man who doesn't think much about these things a lot, though the array of questions is certainly helping to awake new thoughts.

Before the Human could do anything, the FT-Chloroform was over his mouth, he struggled but that just meant it went into his bloodstream quicker, he was out cold and collapsed totally out of it. As he was fading he saw his Sauron life Partner suggling to get to him but it was too late. He didn't get their in time.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." The Sauron struggled as the human was being taken away, they had never been out of each others prescence and it was a matter of great stress for him. He wasn't attacking but certainly wasn't pussy footing around either.

His goal was to get to his partner and defend him but he just couldn't....

The Sauron was quickly restrained. The men on him tugged on him tighter and struggled back in order to keep him down. One man even pulling out a stun baton and jabbing it into his side in order to restrain him, tuning it to the maximum setting.

The human, meanwhile, was taken outside. There, another auto was sitting nearby, and was thus commandered by the paramilitaries, who doffed their arms and military gear, if not their balaclavas. Looking about, they then drove off, towards a park somewhere in a rough section of LA where they would dump him off, and leave him to fend for himself. When they got to said neighborhood, they dumped him onto a park bench, covered him with a newspaper, and then drove off.

When the man would come to, a group of gentegata catgirls would be looking him over, mumbling over "the new hobo that just appeared."

Ceilia looked up for a moment then removed the tiara from around her forehead. The removal of one object revealed another interesting feature in the middle of her forehead that all might not have been aware of. "It is a tiara, something that all citizens of the Empire wear. This particular one is a status symbol, however military issued tiaras do not reflect ones status within the Empire as it does not hold sway with Star Forces. Instead tiaras are used to show rank within the military. They also have another function of allowing us to better man our spacecraft."

The Abriel princess then turned to the rest of the family. "There is no need to make special arrangements on my account. Whatever it is you have planned will suffice."

Tom then said, waving his hand, "Thanks, but its okay. You're our guest....over here, at least in this family, we like to treat guests right."

Howard nodded at the reply about the tiara. He said simply in reply, "I see. So basically, they are status symbols, and military control devices, at least in a military context?" He then thought for a moment, and said, "Not bad."

Lynn then said, eating up some of her food before talking, "The Abh have a lot of interesting things about them that make them quite different from ordinary humans. Like the froch. I hear it's a sensory organ that enables them to travel through space most effectively, even in some instances, better than humans."

The parents, who were busy finishing their food, said, "Ooh....that's nice."

OOC bet some poeple said some rude things
IC
now back at the hotel and back in her room Lady Luck reads her massage as she seats on her bed
"sweet"she said as she place the message down on the bed

Room service then knocked on the door of the suite, asking if they wanted anything.

Room service then knocked on the door of the suite, asking if they wanted anything.

"just some big towels and a number of who ever watchs the sky of warships showing up out of no where"said a Soldier

"just some big towels and a number of who ever watchs the sky of warships showing up out of no where"said a Soldier

The room service lady nodded, and then moved out, wondering about the last part. Then, she realized in order to fulfill that request, it would mean getting the government involved. Asking about the number for the JRCCC in San Diego she was informed it would take a while. Then, she got the towels from housekeeping, and knocked, saying, "I have the towels you requested, sir. It will take a little longer to get the other thing you requested."

The room service lady nodded, and then moved out, wondering about the last part. Then, she realized in order to fulfill that request, it would mean getting the government involved. Asking about the number for the JRCCC in San Diego she was informed it would take a while. Then, she got the towels from housekeeping, and knocked, saying, "I have the towels you requested, sir. It will take a little longer to get the other thing you requested."

"fine we'll send word to the boss only when they know the ship showing up"said the Soldier taking the towels

"fine we'll send word to the boss only when they know the ship showing up"said the Soldier taking the towels

OOC: Now I'm just confused.....what is he trying to say?

OOC: Now I'm just confused.....what is he trying to say?

OOC ship will only show up after getting all clear
oh my troops talk in a short talk as it hard for those you fighting to know what you doing so if you don't know what they talking about you get confused

"fine we'll send word to the boss only when they know the ship showing up"said the Soldier taking the towels

The room service lady nods, and then says, "Very well, then." She then nods, and leaves them.

OOC: Gotcha.

Tom then said, waving his hand, "Thanks, but its okay. You're our guest....over here, at least in this family, we like to treat guests right."

Howard nodded at the reply about the tiara. He said simply in reply, "I see. So basically, they are status symbols, and military control devices, at least in a military context?" He then thought for a moment, and said, "Not bad."

Lynn then said, eating up some of her food before talking, "The Abh have a lot of interesting things about them that make them quite different from ordinary humans. Like the froch. I hear it's a sensory organ that enables them to travel through space most effectively, even in some instances, better than humans."

The parents, who were busy finishing their food, said, "Ooh....that's nice."

"That is quite accurate. We are able to judge distance, size, speed, and spatial distortions without any sensors while we frochaj."

Ceilia took her tiara and placed it back on her forehead. "Who are these citizens that we will be meeting? Are they some sort of extended family of yours or friends of the family?"

"That is quite accurate. We are able to judge distance, size, speed, and spatial distortions without any sensors while we frochaj."

Ceilia took her tiara and placed it back on her forehead. "Who are these citizens that we will be meeting? Are they some sort of extended family of yours or friends of the family?"

Tom said, after finishing his plate, "Well, some are friends of the family, and one is a relative, yes. Jack is my brother John, so he's their uncle. Mike is an old college friend I keep in touch with, but we consider him a part of the family. Besides he's a great cook, if a bit of a luddite in that respect. And Tony, short for Antonius Galland, is my cousin. Tony hates being called Antonius though, but he's otherwise a nice guy."

The Sauron was quickly restrained. The men on him tugged on him tighter and struggled back in order to keep him down. One man even pulling out a stun baton and jabbing it into his side in order to restrain him, tuning it to the maximum setting.

The human, meanwhile, was taken outside. There, another auto was sitting nearby, and was thus commandered by the paramilitaries, who doffed their arms and military gear, if not their balaclavas. Looking about, they then drove off, towards a park somewhere in a rough section of LA where they would dump him off, and leave him to fend for himself. When they got to said neighborhood, they dumped him onto a park bench, covered him with a newspaper, and then drove off.

When the man would come to, a group of gentegata catgirls would be looking him over, mumbling over "the new hobo that just appeared."

The electricity wracked through the Sauron's body, this was the first time that any Sauron had suffered the effects of an electric stun gone. He temporarily collapsed to the floor, unconcious, but for how long was anybodies guess. The ressiliance of the Sauron body was about to be tested.

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Grogily the human woke up on the park bench, he could here some muttering around him, assuming that the Sauron was already awake he sat up. The newspapers that had been laid on top of him scattered as he did so. He was calm and collected almost smiling, that was until he realised that the Sauron wasn't with him.

A shot of fear ran through his spine, and showed through his eyes...

"We... We... We've been kidnapped... Quick, Quick... Where's the police.... We've been kidnapped." the human said quickly obviously strong distressed getting up from the park Bench almost immediately.

He was obviously jittery...

"Ah, what is your female like?" He enquired changing focus for no appearent reason, "And why did you choose that one?"

The electricity wracked through the Sauron's body, this was the first time that any Sauron had suffered the effects of an electric stun gone. He temporarily collapsed to the floor, unconcious, but for how long was anybodies guess. The ressiliance of the Sauron body was about to be tested.

The Commander then said, "Tie him up, and bring him to the back." This was done quickly, as the men hogtied the Sauron with some ropes, and then he was placed in a closet.

Grogily the human woke up on the park bench, he could here some muttering around him, assuming that the Sauron was already awake he sat up. The newspapers that had been laid on top of him scattered as he did so. He was calm and collected almost smiling, that was until he realised that the Sauron wasn't with him.

A shot of fear ran through his spine, and showed through his eyes...

"We... We... We've been kidnapped... Quick, Quick... Where's the police.... We've been kidnapped." the human said quickly obviously strong distressed getting up from the park Bench almost immediately.

He was obviously jittery...

The man's reaction caused the catgirls to begin chattering amongst themselves. They could understand English, but the way he talked was strange. There was only one person as far as they could see. And, talking about kidnapping wasn't something to be taken lightly.

After a few moments, one of them offered a hand to the man, and she said, "Senhor, what do you mean, 'we've been kidnapped?' Who did this to you?"

Another went, "Yeah, you okay, buddy?"

"Ah, what is your female like?" He enquired changing focus for no appearent reason, "And why did you choose that one?"

The man was confused by the sudden change in pace, and didn't know what to say next. He fretted for a moment, going, "Umm....uh...wow....."

He then got his wits together, and said, "Well, the first I can explain. She's short but relatively thin. Lovely lady. About 24 standard years. Looks good in a bathing suit. As for how I met her...that's a longer story."

The Commander then said, "Tie him up, and bring him to the back." This was done quickly, as the men hogtied the Sauron with some ropes, and then he was placed in a closet.


It wasn't long, barely a minute, until the Sauron woke up from the stun. He did the only thing that he could do in the situation and started to thrash around in the cupboard. It didn't seem to do anything but make any noise and slightly injure himself but he didn't care he was determined to get out of there and continued thrashing around.


The man's reaction caused the catgirls to begin chattering amongst themselves. They could understand English, but the way he talked was strange. There was only one person as far as they could see. And, talking about kidnapping wasn't something to be taken lightly.

After a few moments, one of them offered a hand to the man, and she said, "Senhor, what do you mean, 'we've been kidnapped?' Who did this to you?"

Another went, "Yeah, you okay, buddy?"

"Yes, No... maybe... We don't know.. Look we don't expect you to understand but please get us to a police station." He could stop using the collective term, including his partner in his words; but they were one and using the singular would be tantamount to be giving up hope that he was alive. Even if they did kill him he would find his dead body. Nothing was going to stop him from re-uniting with his life partner.... one way or another.

It wasn't long, barely a minute, until the Sauron woke up from the stun. He did the only thing that he could do in the situation and started to thrash around in the cupboard. It didn't seem to do anything but make any noise and slightly injure himself but he didn't care he was determined to get out of there and continued thrashing around.

The Commander then said, "Get him out. It's time we made him a star."

The men opened up the cupboard, and hefted him out. A holocamera, meanwhile, was being set up, and after several minutes, the Sauron was placed in front of it, along with the Commander and three men, all arranged in front of the flag.

The Commander then motioned for the men to watch the Sauron as they filmed. they then surrounded him and stuck a stun prod next to him, glaring at him if he attempted to move again. Then, he gave the signal to begin recording.

"Comrade MacIntyre. I am Comrade Kennison of the Popular Workers' Front. Since you have failed to stop the corrosive influence of replicators and technology upon the workers of New Dornalia, we have been forced to take dramatic action to make you change your mind."

He then gestured to the Sauron, saying, "We have here an alien hostage. Do not let this alien die as a result of your negligence. If you do not comply with our demands to slow and stop all replicators in industry and preserve the jobs of the Workers, we will kill this alien!"

They then cut the video, and then the Commander said, "You better not resist...."

"Yes, No... maybe... We don't know.. Look we don't expect you to understand but please get us to a police station." He could stop using the collective term, including his partner in his words; but they were one and using the singular would be tantamount to be giving up hope that he was alive. Even if they did kill him he would find his dead body. Nothing was going to stop him from re-uniting with his life partner.... one way or another.

The catgirls nodded. This kid was clearly in a lot of trouble, and it seemed he needed policemen...and a doctor. and then the lead one said, "Si. I will get you to the station, okay?"

She then leaned in, and patted him reassuringly, saying, "It's gonna be okay. We'll help you." She then motioned for one of the cats to bring in an auto for to bring him to the station, and several minutes later, it came.

Lady Luck turns on her player in her room to a Unkle - Lonely Soul as she has a shower and then walks around in the bedroom with the door closed naked as she pick out which hot number to wear for when her lover shows up

"But why did you pick her, what made you choose that one out of all of them?" He replied as why was more interesting than when or how.

The Commander then said, "Get him out. It's time we made him a star."

The men opened up the cupboard, and hefted him out. A holocamera, meanwhile, was being set up, and after several minutes, the Sauron was placed in front of it, along with the Commander and three men, all arranged in front of the flag.

The Commander then motioned for the men to watch the Sauron as they filmed. they then surrounded him and stuck a stun prod next to him, glaring at him if he attempted to move again. Then, he gave the signal to begin recording.

"Comrade MacIntyre. I am Comrade Kennison of the Popular Workers' Front. Since you have failed to stop the corrosive influence of replicators and technology upon the workers of New Dornalia, we have been forced to take dramatic action to make you change your mind."

He then gestured to the Sauron, saying, "We have here an alien hostage. Do not let this alien die as a result of your negligence. If you do not comply with our demands to slow and stop all replicators in industry and preserve the jobs of the Workers, we will kill this alien!"

They then cut the video, and then the Commander said, "You better not resist...."

If one looked deep into eyes you could see fear, fear that he and his life partner would never see each other again, fear that death would come over a conflict with technology, but worst of all, heart break when he realised that his human partner was no where to be seen, alone he felt like nothing, Being tortured by the feeling of seperation, this was the worst thing, the Sauron was being torn apart by feelings of inadequacy, particularily being hog-tied in such a humiliating way.

It was almost like his spirit, that was evident before, had completely vanished he was compliant and didn't move or even whimper


The catgirls nodded. This kid was clearly in a lot of trouble, and it seemed he needed policemen...and a doctor. and then the lead one said, "Si. I will get you to the station, okay?"

She then leaned in, and patted him reassuringly, saying, "It's gonna be okay. We'll help you." She then motioned for one of the cats to bring in an auto for to bring him to the station, and several minutes later, it came.


He was slighty hesitant getting in the car, which was understandable considering the circumstances but he entered, he needed to trust someone. He started to breath heavily as his emotions started, he tried to calm down taking large deep breaths but his heart was still pounding much faster than it should.[/quote]

"But why did you pick her, what made you choose that one out of all of them?" He replied as why was more interesting than when or how.

The man paused, and then said, "Well, I guess it was her personality that made me love her. She had a sweet, caring, gentle, hell almost motherly personality that I just couldn't resist. And to this day, she's still sweet, gentle, and caring, though slightly less motherly. That's why I picked her."

If one looked deep into eyes you could see fear, fear that he and his life partner would never see each other again, fear that death would come over a conflict with technology, but worst of all, heart break when he realised that his human partner was no where to be seen, alone he felt like nothing, Being tortured by the feeling of seperation, this was the worst thing, the Sauron was being torn apart by feelings of inadequacy, particularily being hog-tied in such a humiliating way.

It was almost like his spirit, that was evident before, had completely vanished he was compliant and didn't move or even whimper.

Comrade Kennison then said to the paramilitaries, "Alright, boys! Get him into the back of the truck! We gotta move to our headquarters, we can't afford to stay here long with the prisoner."

A laundry full cab truck then pulled up, and the paramilitaries herded the Sauron onboard along with their equipment, as Kennison went in the car with some trusted bodyguards, who shed their equipment and donned black t-shirts. After the party assembled in the truck and the car, they moved out, leaving the warehouse bare.....


He was slighty hesitant getting in the car, which was understandable considering the circumstances but he entered, he needed to trust someone. He started to breath heavily as his emotions started, he tried to calm down taking large deep breaths but his heart was still pounding much faster than it should.

Noticing his freakout, the lead catgirl who was talking with him so far patted him on the shoulder, and said in her most reassuring voice, "It's gonna be okay. No bother. God and Maria will watch over you, si? We're gonna find those pendejos and have the law deal with them. No bother." She kept trying to reassure him over and over, even as the auto sped rather wildly towards the nearest police station.

Comrade Kennison then said to the paramilitaries, "Alright, boys! Get him into the back of the truck! We gotta move to our headquarters, we can't afford to stay here long with the prisoner."

A laundry full cab truck then pulled up, and the paramilitaries herded the Sauron onboard along with their equipment, as Kennison went in the car with some trusted bodyguards, who shed their equipment and donned black t-shirts. After the party assembled in the truck and the car, they moved out, leaving the warehouse bare.....

As the truck moved, so did the Sauron bouncing around with it. His Personal Device, the Novaens all-in-one communications tool managed to come loose and flop onto the floor. It was a question now of what could be done with it.

Trying to wiggle around the hog-tie was still effective, but the Sauron managed to flick it away, he tried to get it embedded somewhere where it would not be obvious, he hoped that somehow it might help in finding him, bring those that would torture him in such a cruel way, even if it was unintentional, to justice.


Noticing his freakout, the lead catgirl who was talking with him so far patted him on the shoulder, and said in her most reassuring voice, "It's gonna be okay. No bother. God and Maria will watch over you, si? We're gonna find those pendejos and have the law deal with them. No bother." She kept trying to reassure him over and over, even as the auto sped rather wildly towards the nearest police station.

It took a few minutes for him to calm down and take control, he rested his head in the palms of his hands... "We just don't know what to do... We've never been seperated like this before. Us... together... How do you cope with it when its seems that half of our being has been ripped away?... " He trailed off. The Car did a 180 park that most action films would be jealous of.

Exiting the car he said, "Thank you, so much... I don't know how but we'll cope... Thank you."

Leaving the car he entered the police station, looking around anxiously for someone that would listen, a bit uncertain as to what to expect inside.

Lady luck picks out a nice Black Halter Neck Minidress and matching shoes and lays them out on the bed

"there that will do,can't wait to see him" she say to herself looking at what she was picked out

Trying to wiggle around the hog-tie was still effective, but the Sauron managed to flick it away, he tried to get it embedded somewhere where it would not be obvious, he hoped that somehow it might help in finding him, bring those that would torture him in such a cruel way, even if it was unintentional, to justice.

After several moments of movement, one guard noticed the wrigging. Getting up and motioning for the others to keep seated, he marched up to the seated Sauron, and then barked at him, "What are you doing? Eh? What are you doing?"


Leaving the car he entered the police station, looking around anxiously for someone that would listen, a bit uncertain as to what to expect inside.

Inside the station, a few people looked up from their desks, noticing the clearly frantic and disoriented man inside. In addition, they noticed the catperson following him, running to catch up as he wandered about.

Eventually, a Sergeant got up, walked up to the Novaen, and then said, "Okay son. Is there something I can help you with?"

The catgirl, catching up to him, held onto the Novaen and heaved a little. She then said, "He claims that he's been forcefully seperated....something about a kidnapping."

The Sergeant's eyes then lit up, saying, "Hold on there, kitty. You said a kidnapping? I'd rather hear from my boy here."

He then turned to the Novaen, and then said, "So what happened, son? Is what she's saying true?"

After several moments of movement, one guard noticed the wrigging. Getting up and motioning for the others to keep seated, he marched up to the seated Sauron, and then barked at him, "What are you doing? Eh? What are you doing?"

The Sauron hissed... "Don't you know what a Sauron struggling against his bonds looks like?" his mood seemingly suddenly changing from compliant and meek to defiant and disruptive.


Inside the station, a few people looked up from their desks, noticing the clearly frantic and disoriented man inside. In addition, they noticed the catperson following him, running to catch up as he wandered about.

Eventually, a Sergeant got up, walked up to the Novaen, and then said, "Okay son. Is there something I can help you with?"

The catgirl, catching up to him, held onto the Novaen and heaved a little. She then said, "He claims that he's been forcefully seperated....something about a kidnapping."

The Sergeant's eyes then lit up, saying, "Hold on there, kitty. You said a kidnapping? I'd rather hear from my boy here."

He then turned to the Novaen, and then said, "So what happened, son? Is what she's saying true?"

"Yes..." he said patting around for his passport, they both had copies of their passport, it was standard procedure not that they would likely be seperated but that it would be the case where they both individually might have to identify themselves and so just to be cautious they supply 2.

He found it in his top pocket, quite obvious to everyone, and should have been to him, however he produced it and said. "Our name is Kyr'tch Hawdon, We're just arrved today at LAX from Nova, We... we were walking along in Hollywood ... " He told the Sargeant the full tale of what happened, getting the "Popular Workers' Front" slighlty mixed up with the "Working Peoples Front". All the time his forefinger was on the section of their photo that contained the Sauron.

Before as he finished telling what happened he added... "We've never been seperated before... we are one... if not in body then in spirit."

The Sauron hissed... "Don't you know what a Sauron struggling against his bonds looks like?" his mood seemingly suddenly changing from compliant and meek to defiant and disruptive.


The guard then sneered at him, hitting him with the butt of his rifle and going, "Don't get snippy with me, xeno! You're lucky to be fucking alive!"

The others just shrugged, and sighed--one man even said, "Ease off him, Johnson, we need him alive, not beaten."

Meanwhile, the Commander, Kennison, looked up and saw the signs. He then smiled, knowing he would be safe soon....his destination was about an hour off in the San Bernardino Valley, but still, it was good timing.


"Yes..." he said patting around for his passport, they both had copies of their passport, it was standard procedure not that they would likely be seperated but that it would be the case where they both individually might have to identify themselves and so just to be cautious they supply 2.

He found it in his top pocket, quite obvious to everyone, and should have been to him, however he produced it and said. "Our name is Kyr'tch Hawdon, We're just arrved today at LAX from Nova, We... we were walking along in Hollywood ... " He told the Sargeant the full tale of what happened, getting the "Popular Workers' Front" slighlty mixed up with the "Working Peoples Front". All the time his forefinger was on the section of their photo that contained the Sauron.

Before as he finished telling what happened he added... "We've never been seperated before... we are one... if not in body then in spirit."

The expression on the Sergeant turned to one of horror, even as the LAPD ran his passport through the databanks, where it turned out to be legit. He only said, "Jesus H. Christ" as he heard Kry'tch tell the story of his kidnapping. And judging by the story and the emotions, it must have been one hell of a kidnapping. "The Popular Workers--sons of bitches....luddites and crazed militants all of them....." he muttered, almost in disbelief to himself.

He then said, recovering himself, "Son, we're gonna help you out. Follow me." Leading him into a small room normally used for interrogation, the Sergeant began to speak frankly, "Lemme tell you how this is going to go down...."

He continued, saying, "....You're dealling with hardcore terrorists here. The Popular Workers Front are a bunch of crazed luddites who believe kidnappings and bank robberies are going to somehow stop technology from 'corrupting' the workers here." He said the corrupting part with some sarcasm, to drive home the point. "Being they've done kidnapping before, I need to bring this to some higher authorities. A task force operating right now under the auspices of the Internal Security Bureau and the LAPD is working to stop these people and organizations like them. I'm going to get in touch with them, and they'll send a man."

He then motioned to a receptionist, and then told her, "Martha, get me the LAPD-ISB Task Force on Political Crimes. This is going to be fun."

OOC New Dornalia can i have that call or number for the ship that showing up

The guard then sneered at him, hitting him with the butt of his rifle and going, "Don't get snippy with me, xeno! You're lucky to be fucking alive!"

The others just shrugged, and sighed--one man even said, "Ease off him, Johnson, we need him alive, not beaten."

Meanwhile, the Commander, Kennison, looked up and saw the signs. He then smiled, knowing he would be safe soon....his destination was about an hour off in the San Bernardino Valley, but still, it was good timing.

The Sauron groaned as the butt hit him... "Lucky..." the Sauron grumbled to himself obviously they didn't know, didn't care nor would likely have changed anything about the way they kidnapped them even if they knew what was going on...

The man was obviously not brightest but you didn't need to be bright to weild a gun, the spark of life that was shown for a second quickly dimminished, he was starting to get anxious....

The expression on the Sergeant turned to one of horror, even as the LAPD ran his passport through the databanks, where it turned out to be legit. He only said, "Jesus H. Christ" as he heard Kry'tch tell the story of his kidnapping. And judging by the story and the emotions, it must have been one hell of a kidnapping. "The Popular Workers--sons of bitches....luddites and crazed militants all of them....." he muttered, almost in disbelief to himself.

He then said, recovering himself, "Son, we're gonna help you out. Follow me." Leading him into a small room normally used for interrogation, the Sergeant began to speak frankly, "Lemme tell you how this is going to go down...."

He continued, saying, "....You're dealling with hardcore terrorists here. The Popular Workers Front are a bunch of crazed luddites who believe kidnappings and bank robberies are going to somehow stop technology from 'corrupting' the workers here." He said the corrupting part with some sarcasm, to drive home the point. "Being they've done kidnapping before, I need to bring this to some higher authorities. A task force operating right now under the auspices of the Internal Security Bureau and the LAPD is working to stop these people and organizations like them. I'm going to get in touch with them, and they'll send a man."

He then motioned to a receptionist, and then told her, "Martha, get me the LAPD-ISB Task Force on Political Crimes. This is going to be fun."

"FUN?! FUN?! This is not fun!.... We're in the hands of these maniacs who obviously do not have the foggiest clue what they are doing to us, who want to close the barn door after the beast of burden has fled. You have no idea what this will do to us. We are one and every moment that we are separated is a moment where it's like we've been ripped in half... Now Does that sound like fun to you?" He was ranting, it was obvious that he was greatly effected by the kidnapping, and perhaps just needed to blow off some steam...

The Sauron groaned as the butt hit him... "Lucky..." the Sauron grumbled to himself obviously they didn't know, didn't care nor would likely have changed anything about the way they kidnapped them even if they knew what was going on...

The man was obviously not brightest but you didn't need to be bright to weild a gun, the spark of life that was shown for a second quickly dimminished, he was starting to get anxious....

The paramilitary sat down, glaring at the Sauron. In the meantime, the convoy entered the San Bernardino Valley, and things got a lot hotter in the back of the truck, despite the fans set up in there. Kennison radioed the head paramilitary in there, saying, "We're almost there, comrade. Get ready."

"FUN?! FUN?! This is not fun!.... We're in the hands of these maniacs who obviously do not have the foggiest clue what they are doing to us, who want to close the barn door after the beast of burden has fled. You have no idea what this will do to us. We are one and every moment that we are separated is a moment where it's like we've been ripped in half... Now Does that sound like fun to you?" He was ranting, it was obvious that he was greatly effected by the kidnapping, and perhaps just needed to blow off some steam...

The Sergeant then said, facepalming his head into his hands, "It's just an expression, son. I know how hard this will be...*sigh*" Still, given the situation, he came to regret the expression. He then finished with, "Sorry. I didn't know it was that serious."

After some time, a blonde woman walked into the interrogation room. Wearing a trenchcoat, sunglasses, and sporting unusual tattoos, she then said, "I'm Agent Daniela Forster, Internal Security Bureau. I understand there's been a kidnapping."

The Sergeant then nodded, and explained the situation. Upon hearing of it, Agent Forster let out a "hmmm" and then said, "This is indeed serious.....I'm going to have to ask your man here a few questions. Please exit the room."

The Sergeant then left, doing his best right-face before leaving.

Agent Forster then looked at Kry'tch, and then said, "Before we begin, I reviewed your passport, it's legit Mr. Hawdon." She then handed it back to Kry'tch, explaining, "Apparently, it was left in the scanning area. LAPD can be a bit messy sometimes."

She then said, cracking a small smile, "So, tell me. What do you remember about the environment n which you were kidnapped? Any distinguishing features of the people at all? Names, clothing?"

OOC New Dornalia can i have that call or number for the ship that showing up

OOC: Sure.

IC:

A phone call then hit the suite where Lady Luck was staying. In it, the call said that the reception had recieved word that a ship had arrived, with someone onboard eager to rendezvous with her.

OOC: For those in the Tourism RP, I gotta pack to go back to school, so I am not sure how much I can RP this week. Just saying as a head's up...

"So you desire someone like your mother?" He inquired as he rolled over yet again so the sun coated him evenly.

OOC: Sure.

IC:

A phone call then hit the suite where Lady Luck was staying. In it, the call said that the reception had recieved word that a ship had arrived, with someone onboard eager to rendezvous with her.

Lady Luck race past the front desk with only her Tiger with and waves down a taxi to take her to the airport


when Lady luck go there she was told the dropship land and drop off a man who was armed like the troops who showed up with her ,a normal size Wolf that had fur that was black and orange ,four very big black wolves that looked as they were made of shadow and a HMMWV

on hearing this she asked where are they waiting and was told they finish getting looked at and was at a side carpark waiting
"ok thank you"she said then heads off


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a man sitting on the hood of HMMWV with the five wovles laying at his feet watchs as Lady Luky walks over to him in her Black Halter Neck Minidress and matching shoes with her tiger behind her

"hey you ,i missed you"said Lady Luck now standing in front of the man and placing a finger on his nose that was covered by a mask then stands back

pulling down the mask as he got up the man who was taller then Lady Luck as well normal stand humans, place arm around her waist and picked her bring her face near his

"an i my dear missed you"he said befroe kissing her on her beautiful lips
"mmm"said Lady Luck as she joys it

OOC
fire wolf
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Silent__s_Fire_by_CunningFox.jpg
shadow wolf
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Dark_Werewolf_by_WildSpiritWolf.jpg

"So you desire someone like your mother?" He inquired as he rolled over yet again so the sun coated him evenly.

Embarassed to the point of throwing up, the man stifled a dry heave, such were the connotations of the question. He then said, "Umm....let's forget I ever said that word. What I meant was someone who was paitent and caring under general circumstances...."

Tom said, after finishing his plate, "Well, some are friends of the family, and one is a relative, yes. Jack is my brother John, so he's their uncle. Mike is an old college friend I keep in touch with, but we consider him a part of the family. Besides he's a great cook, if a bit of a luddite in that respect. And Tony, short for Antonius Galland, is my cousin. Tony hates being called Antonius though, but he's otherwise a nice guy."

"I see so it is a large family group. At what time did you plan on rendezvousing with them?"

The paramilitary sat down, glaring at the Sauron. In the meantime, the convoy entered the San Bernardino Valley, and things got a lot hotter in the back of the truck, despite the fans set up in there. Kennison radioed the head paramilitary in there, saying, "We're almost there, comrade. Get ready."

A single tear rolled down the Saurons cheek as time passed, it was not because of the Butt of the weapon, not of his general treatment, but purely for his longing... His heart was getting more and more despondant... The only question now was... "What's next"


The Sergeant then said, facepalming his head into his hands, "It's just an expression, son. I know how hard this will be...*sigh*" Still, given the situation, he came to regret the expression. He then finished with, "Sorry. I didn't know it was that serious."

After some time, a blonde woman walked into the interrogation room. Wearing a trenchcoat, sunglasses, and sporting unusual tattoos, she then said, "I'm Agent Daniela Forster, Internal Security Bureau. I understand there's been a kidnapping."

The Sergeant then nodded, and explained the situation. Upon hearing of it, Agent Forster let out a "hmmm" and then said, "This is indeed serious.....I'm going to have to ask your man here a few questions. Please exit the room."

The Sergeant then left, doing his best right-face before leaving.

Agent Forster then looked at Kry'tch, and then said, "Before we begin, I reviewed your passport, it's legit Mr. Hawdon." She then handed it back to Kry'tch, explaining, "Apparently, it was left in the scanning area. LAPD can be a bit messy sometimes."

She then said, cracking a small smile, "So, tell me. What do you remember about the environment n which you were kidnapped? Any distinguishing features of the people at all? Names, clothing?"

"We're sorry, it's just... hard..."

He apologised to the LAPD officer, getting in control of his breathing trying to clamp down on another freakout before it had the chance to eventuate...

The human Kry'tch Hawdon was bemused at the comment about his passport why would he feel the need to say that...When asked the question about what he remembered He paused, it was obvious he was in an emotional state during which he closed his eyes. About 15 seconds later he was able to say,

"Pyron, Pyron Studios... It was the name on the car that we were bundled into... um... ... What else... We... don't know... can't remember... Why can't we remember....... It's all our fault." He buried his face in his hands and started to sob uncontrollably...

"I see so it is a large family group. At what time did you plan on rendezvousing with them?"

Tom then said, smiling, "Oh, I intended to meet with them sometime during the week. Maybe have a backyard cookout with hamburgers and hot dogs over some coals, and talk about the old days. That sorta thing."

Jane then nodded, and said, "That sounds like a nice idea." Looking about, she then said, "So, I figure we'll let you settle in for now, Ceilia. Let you rest after your long journey. Then, we can go out somewhere."

OOC: I was going to meet them seperately, but I figure meeting them all at once will speed things up.

"That should be fine but I will not require that much rest."

Ceilia grabbed her plate and rose from the table. She made her way over to the sink and placed them in water. "Do you require assistance with cleaning dishes or the table?"

after parking the HMMWV both Lady Lack and Man dress like the troops and with face mask back up walk in with his arm around her waist along with the tiger and five wovles

"dosst naut wearing unberwear ph' dos"said the Man in Imperial as they walk toward the front desk
"no" Lady Luck said before giggling as they got to the desk

"hi"said the Lady luck to the person at the desk