Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Skyedaughter]

:::Faer skips over to the curved wooden staircase; dances up the stairs:::

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:::Faer, having changed into especially comely evening garb for the poetry reading, goes over to Bernard's table and sits:::

Well, Bernard, glad ta see yer still here, an' Skye said to thank you very much for the tips you sent her. She still be fussin' with her clothes. I luv 'er like me own mother ... well, she's not quite old enuf fer that, but ye gets me meaning, I think. By the halo of Eris, Skye be that much of a perfectionist. Everything must match... earrings, necklaces, bodice, underskirts, boots and whatever little pretties she decides ta tuck in between her long locks. But, she's plannin' on readin' 'erself, and she's that excited to know that some friendly faces are already among the folk comin' in the door.

:::tosses golden locks behind her shoulders:::

An' ya got a swig left in that bottle fer me sir, or shall I git he another?

[Skyedaughter]

:::one of Skye's bus men walks up the steps to the stage and over to mic:::

Poom, Poom, Poom :::sound pours out of mic:::

Check, check, check :::Marley speaks into mic:::

Well, me fine lads and lasses, we be gettin' started soon. I'll be the Host for the Poetry Mic and introduce whoever be plannin' to read. I'll also be bussin' tables, so if no one's up there ta introduce ya, don't be shy, just go on up. Skye likes these kinds of things to be somewhat informal. If ye want to read and be a bit shy, tug on me shirt sleeve and let me know, and I'll be sure ta give ye a fine introduction.

:::Marley walks off stage via the back curtain, dressed in his finest: brown leather boots, dark green spacer togs, tucked into the boots, a white silk shirt (hand embroidered in white by Merry who has her eye on him), a brown leather belt (very dear, present from Skye), and a glistening dangle at his ear ~ gold ring with dangling green and brown Swarovski Crystals (another present from Skye that she made herself:::

[Skyedaughter]

:::Marley walks up steps to stage:::

And without further ado, the festivities begin. We all be that glad ta see some familiar faces and some new ones. Welcome all.

Our first reader will be Faer Starshine. I be bettin' ya didna know she be a poet, and why would someone of her stature be tending bar and table at this pub. Well, she and Skye go way back, and she be part of Skye's family. Besides ...

:::leans into mic to be more intimate:::

Faer says that all the free time she has during the day gives her the space to do her writin', and she gets lots of ideas from workin' the pub. So everyone give a big hand to Faer.

:::clapping fills the house:::

[Skyedaughter]

:::Faer swishes up the stairs and over to the mic; taps on the mic a few times, and for fun sings into the mic:::

la, la, la, la, laaaaaaaaa :::lovely vibrato:::

Well, Marley's welcomed ye all, an I second that and say if ye be of creative bent, feel free to grab his shirt and let him know.

:::shuffles papers around:::

This be a wee poem; I've called it Alchemy.

I turn my tears
to words upon a page,
in ancient and
alchemical transformation

the dross of my life
becomes fertilizer;
the lead becomes gold;
this lotus ever rise

:::steps back from mic and lowers head as crowd claps, and one or two cat calls come from the back:::

[Skyedaughter]

:::Faer steps back to microphone:::

Now, now, there'll be none o that kind of thing during the readings. I appreciate the sentiment as much as the next girl, but if ya do it during the poetry sessions, Marley and one of his other burly cohorts'll drag ya out the door.

Ahem....

Okay, I have one more poem fer ye; it be called Falling.

Falling
I may crash
to the ground,
or learn to open
my arms

is flying a choice
or a gift,
and once taken
can it be undone,
or forever will I be torn
between earth and sky,
valleys and mountains,
water and air

or touching ground
may I soar again
to become
a winged thing
a child
with dirt
on my feathers

:::clapping a bit louder, no cat calls:::

:::Faer steps back from the mic, curtseys prettily; steps back to mic:::

An' I thank ye all fer that fine reception. An' I will be serving after I leave the stage, so if ye need any drink or victuals, just raise up yer hand. One o' us will git ta yer table.

:::walks down steps, heads towards the first table where a hand is raised:::

[General Nakazawa]

ah no, did i already miss a performance! (Lord Methos walks in with his new girl)
Oh well, im here now so i can listen to the rest. Waiter, get us some shampain over here.

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Articles Of Interest: Bio | Capure of the General | The Rescue |"Ultimate Guide To Yakuza" | "The Origens of Aaron Koss"

[Skyedaughter]

ah no, did i already miss a performance! (Lord Methos walks in with his new girl)
Oh well, im here now so i can listen to the rest. Waiter, get us some shampain over here.

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:::Lettie, dressed in her best bar wench skirts, blouse and laced bodice, skidaddles over to Lord Methos table with a bottle of champagne; scowls at his date:::

Lord Methos, well an' it be that nice ta see ye and yer girl tonight. Glad ye both could make it for the evening. Here's that bottle of champagne ye wanted, and if there's anything by way of victuals or other drink I can get ye and yer lovely girl :::looks sideways at woman and winks::: just let me know.

:::She hugs Methos and skips back to bar:::

[Skyedaughter]

:::A young man, barely a lad, walks up the steps to the stage. Being one of Skye's busboys, he wasn't dressed for the occasion, but had removed his messy apron:::

:::behind the bar, Lettie and Merry exchange glances, their mouths drop open, the giggle quietly and then shrug:::

My name be Shawn, an' I am only beginning to write. But Skye is that encouraging to anyone of creative bent. Although I'm pretty sure even Skye wasn't thinkin' I'd be reading tonight. :::gulps, looks around for Skye and doesn't see her:::

This be a short poem and only the one. On Old Earth, eons ago, as Skye tells it, young writers used to be urged to write what they knew. I call it Muddied Boots.

I cast me eyes
about the room,
an' filled w' folk it be.

An' though their boots
be muddied from the fightin' gloom,
starshine in their eyes, there be.

:::hearty clapping, and a few "ways to go,":::

:::Shawn blushes and nearly trips in his haste to get off the stage:::

[General Nakazawa]

Busboy, come here. I whant to say nice work. And you have guts to step up there and read like that. :)

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Articles Of Interest: Bio | Capure of the General | The Rescue |"Ultimate Guide To Yakuza" | "The Origens of Aaron Koss"

[Skyedaughter]

:::Meanwhile, Skye snuck in through a hidden door in the back and snuggled into one of the comfy chairs. She was dressed in one of her finest, a dress of burgundy wine color with flounces and frills around the cuffs and the bottom; Swarovski crystals of plum and black were sewn into the low neckline, around the cuffs and into the flounces. She had her black cape on and had pulled it over her gown so the crystals wouldn't catch the light and draw attention to her. For the moment, she wanted to be invisible:::

:::Thinking of a phrase from an Old Earth movie, "I'm not really here; you don't need to see my papers," she smiles and takes a sip of the plum wine that is her favorite:::