A rather beat-up and oddly modified Firefly transport had landed some while ago, and its pilot - Cadmus - was had slipped inside with a few words to his kindly hosts. He never really was too good at being social with anyone, he didn't always see the point. Ages ago, when he wore a suit and looked good, he might have cared more about the social aspects of his life. Now, though, he was a bit more reluctant to ingratiate himself with anyone, as that usually led to conversation, which generally hurt his ears - if the past was anything to go on. Zoners tended to not get out of their ships much, and, well, could do plenty of talking if given the least room.
He'd been somewhat obligated to this meeting, but he supposed everything couldn't be all bad about it, past the Zoner garrulousness - drinks, for example. Drinks were good, they made him happy. Not that he needed to be happy, as he was much happier with life now that his ship was smaller, and devoid of life other than himself, his fish, and the occasional disruption of Eris. Less voices and thrown objects, when Eris wasn't around, anyway. Fish made good crew members. Never did anything but blow planets up.
He took a gulp of the whiskey he had, listening to some of the conversation that the Zoners were telling.
He was suddenly struck by how absolutely boring he found the story - at least, compared, to some of the gallivanting he'd done in the past.
He realised then that he had to do something more dangerous than he'd done before, though. Something that he had never dared attempt, nor dreamed he ever would have to. Across the room of Zoners, all waiting with their hours of speech, just like verbal predators, there was the bottle of whiskey. And he had just run out.
With a deep breath and a silent prayer to a god without a sense of humour, Cadmus set off to refill his glass and hopefully keep his ears intact.
From: Pope Tyler Jones Source: [TAZ]Nasrudin's.Donkey
To: The Waverlys
Re: Open House
'Ello there, Reggie and Moira! It's a shame that I couldn't make it for the party, I hear it's supposed to be a really good time. Hopefully, ye've got that package I sent? I picked it up during me last trip up through Gallia. That particular bottle o' wine was from one of Gallia's finest vintners, and it's about 20 years old, so I hope ye'll enjoy it on some special occasion.
Next time I'm in the area, ye got me word that I'll drop by for a visit. Until then, ye've got me best wishes as ye settle in to yer new home.
Mal was near the "holo-tank", chatting with Pope Tyler amiably. He happened to glance over his shoulder and noticed Cadmus near the bar. He wondered how many "Glenlivets" the new Pope had consumed, noticing the rather uncharacteristic hint of a smile on the man's face. "Interesting." he muttered.
As he was about to turn to Tyler's image again, he heard a familiar voice from near the entrance:
*Somebody order pies??*
A small shimmering globe floated at head height through the main doorway, followed obediently by a small hovercart. On the cart were what appeared to be four dozen small, flat, temperature-controlled delivery boxes. Mal smiled, and licked his lips.
A general cry went up from the gathering:
"Sophie Gal, wipe t' flour of yer mug 'n join us, lass!"
"Why, it's my old CFO from 1st Flax, now a Baking magnate and restauranteur!"
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Arriving a bit late, a limousine arrived at the Veranda. It was a military vehicle modified for local travel with all the extras. The driver got out and opened the door for John Holliday who was dressed in his diplomatic robes. He himself went around and opened the door for his wife and helped her out and to her feet. She was dressed in a fine maternal kimono and had her hair down as usual with a red chrysanthemum in her hair. She sighed a bit as she fixed herself and then smiled. For a woman about 7 months along and very big, she hid the discomfort well in her smile.
They made the easy walk to the door and entered.
Doc smiled as he greeted Reggie and Moira at the door, "Good to see you again, Reggie." He then gave Moira a friendly hug, "always a pleasure, Moira."
Midori herself did her best to hug them although her belly made it near impossible, "Konnichiwa, Reggie," she said with a bow and then turned to Moira, "Moira," with another bow. She then showed a hint of discomfort, "Pardon my being rude but is there a place I can sit?" She held herself a bit as the baby began kicking her.
Moira then gave her an escort to a chair.
Doc made his way around, greeting Mal, Sophie, Pope Jones and others. When asked by Mal as to where the misses was, he just explained, "She's sitting over there. She can't get comfortable nowadays."
Doc groaned a bit, "if she doesn't stay off her feet, she's going to hurt herself." He then smiled, "I think she's got the idea now though."
He then grabbed a Scotch for himself and carried a glass of sparkling water over to her.
"Dahlin'" he said to his wife as he handed her the glass and took a seat next to her.
"Arigato," she replied with a smile, taking a sip. For the moment, she found some comfort in the soft chair provided.
Satisfied that she was comfortable, Doc got back to his feet and visited with those around him, never straying far from Midori, concerned for her well being.
Moira! Sorry I can't make it in person for the grand launch darlin'! I miss ya and hope Reggie's lookin' after yer sweet bones! I'm beaming love from all of us Gaians that flew together all that time ago. We ain't spoke fer ages since...well, the "disappearance" of Marburg, and let's not run all over those events again.
I gotta tell ya, there are rumblings in not a good way round Edinbro...Sheesh, the action coming from Gallia seems to get noisier every day. We could use you hon, but I guess yer otherwise engaged. Heck I wouldn't want ta drag you into this mess anyways..
Yer still my sweetheart ya know? Mebbe I just never told ya right..Heh! Tell Reggie he's a lucky man! All the best to the both of ya.
From: Pope Jacob Chidington, aboard the [TAZ]Roasted.Flatbread
To: The Waverlys
A middle-aged man with wispy auburn hair shows up on a holo-tube, and begins to scratch at his chin.
I apologize most profusely for my inability to be there to congratulate you two. I hear that the party was a shame to miss. Nevertheless, I congratulate you two on moving in successfully. Since words are not worth much, I sent along by high-priority courier a few crates of my own personal browny mix, complete with a certain additive that I'm sure you all will appreciate.
Once more, apologies that I couldn't be there. If you ever do have another party, I'll try and make it.
-Pope Jacob Chidington
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
Oy! Mad John here! Hope I aint't missed the fun Reggie! Where's ya missus? You lot still up an' jiggin' then? He gestures to a passing server... "Gimme one o' them pies...."
Reggie just grinned shrugged and waved from the other side of the room, he knew MJ of old and for sure the old space trucker had been drinking..
MJ was in an unusually Social mood, probably bought on by the beauty of Gran Canaria, the luxury of being planetside for a few hours and the relaxation that arrives with a pint of Bells 800 year old Whisky.
Chomping on the pie, he glared around the room with a beady eye.. "Doc! How's it goin? Midori.. she's looks about ready to pop mate! Won't be long now, eh?"
The Doc was, as ever, civil..." Thank you sir! She's fine, just try not to tire her too much, eh?" For once Rackham took the hint and decided to wander the Veranda and check out the finery..."Very nice". He thought. "I wonder if there's a spare room fer the night?" ...
Reggie tinked his cut crystal with a handy spoon to get the crowd's attention. He winked at Moira, who joined him at the front of the Atrium, green eyes shining at the guests
"Ladies and Gents, friends old and new. Thank you for celebrating our happiness, and our new Veranda!"
The crowd cheered, and raised their glasses in toast to their hosts. Reggie continued,
"Now, it appears that some of you may need respite before departing, or joining us for a late brunch and tour of the Plantation tomorrow.
"There are eight guest rooms in the West wing, and four servants' quarters north of the kitchen in the East wing. The servants are spending the night in Port C., so those are avaiable as well.
"In addition, we've set up bunks over at Alan Kell's bunker, which you can reach through the elevator located in the "Dolphinarium".
"Stay, drink, retire, pass out in the Fields of Gold, or take a moonlight swim. Brunch is 11-ish; and we'll take a tour of the Waverly LLC properties after the sun is over the yardarm.
"Hail Eris, dear friends. She may not always be kind, but She's the best we've got. Thanks again!"
Moira threw a broad kiss to their guests, and commenced to squeeze Reggie until he couldn't breathe from gasping and laughing.
++ Source : Gabriel Angelos, Captain of the [TAZ]Tau.Ceti.Central ++
++ Destination : The Waverlys ++
++ Derivative : None ++
++ Encryption level : mu ++
++ Transmission begins ++
My my; It seems i missed the party. I blame my damn crew who always steal somehow the gallic wine bottles i have locked on board. They drink it all, then they put back the empty bottles in the crate.
We can hear Gabriel shouting several insults to his crew. We then hear some laughs coming from the said crew.
And of course during several hours i'm not informed of some critical data such as incoming transmissions.
Please accept my apologies for the slowness of my response. I hope the party went well.
And Moira and Reggie, if you wish i bring back something to you from my trips next time i see one of you, feel free to ask.
The Mayhem as the gunship had become known set down not far from the Veranda. Not one to miss important functions, the large warrior emerged from his ship, ducking as he came through the door. He would also duck as he entered the Veranda.
It was a rare thing for a Klingon to be dressed in a diplomatic style robe but today, Matok was. It was a traditional dress of his people. At just over 7 feet tall, he was still a menacing figure.
He recognized the many faces in the Veranda. The Hollidays, the Waverly's, Mad John and Gabriel Angelos were the first he noticed. Of course, Sophie and Mal were on his "to find" list.
He took a drink and mingled a bit. He had high hopes to find one person in particular, someone that he had taken a strong liking to, a female with the heart of a Klingon warrior yet someone who understood the pain he harbored within himself. For now, he didn't see Fyre anywhere but he maintained his optimism that he would.
Wanting to pay respect to the hosts, he approached the Waverlys.
"It is good to see you again." He looked at each of them, "both of you." He then scanned their home, "a very nice place you have."