Actions & Consequences V
| Location: Log_Location::Londinium | IC Date: Log_IC_Date::2541/05/28 | OOC Date: Log_OOC_Date::2017/08/29 |
| Characters: Has Characters in Scene::Faoite McGuire, Has Characters in Scene::Kyoshiro | ||
| Summary: Log_Short_Summary::Fao and Kyo have dinner with Senator Ramirez. | ||
The Media Frenzy has been like sharks in a bloody tank filled with fish. This is why today's hearings were postponed and the Senator sent people to escort the two to a secure location that may or may not be her temporary residence. They were asked to wear cloaks that hide their faces however, and are actually lead instead to a swanky hotel of sorts, the dining room having been cleared and Alliance Soldiers lining the room as Kyoshiro has been told he has use of the Kitchen. Ignore the guard who watches him like a hawk. <English>
Kyoshiro had grown used to wearing cloaks and the like. He had brought his own, a dark one with a royal purple liner. He pushes back his hood as he enters the hotel room. Looking to the kitchen and smiles ever so slightly and moves over, checking out the supplies he has. "Good good, it's all here..." He gets started right away, putting on a pot to boil and grabbing some steaks. A mixing bowl it taken out and he grabs some spices from the cabinate.
McGuire follows instructions into the place and finds a chair that is out of the way. His complexsion is slightly pale today, but he holds himself up rather well. He sits and crosses his legs as he puts a hand to his forehead as if he has a lot on his mind. He remains quiet, the cloak hood coming down. He is alert to his surroundings, but withdrawn a bit in his silence. <English>
Dressed elegantly in a white leisure suit, hair done up...Ms Verbena, now a Senator makes her entrance, setting down on a chair near McGuire and watching him with quiet concern. "You don't look well." She offers after a while. Meanwhile, in the Kitchen, a couple of guards are watching Kyoshiro curiously. <English>
Kyoshiro lays out some vegitable. Carots and string beans. He reaches over and pulls a large chef's knife from it's wooden box and twirls it around for a moment. Maybe he wants to give the guards a little scare, have a little fun. Either way, the twirling stops and he moves to chop those vegitables up as the pot starts to come to a boil, a smirk on his lips. <English>
McGuire puts his right hand to his to his left side and says with a faint smile, "Legion war took a lot out of me. Mentally as well as deep wounds. Plus it doesn't help that I had a slight heart attack just before these meeting started." He pulls a breath and slowly shakes his head, "But I'm still alive." His smile tries to grow, slight pain in his eye's with the weak smile. "I'll be fine." <English>
The guards are both wary and impressed, a younger man stepping a bit closer to crane his neck to better watch.
The Senator is quiet as she regards McGuire and then asks softly. "Do you require medical attention? Is there something that can be done to ease your discomfort?" <English>
McGuire says, "Got any rum?" His weak smile grows and his eye's light up a bit. "I'd settle for some coffee, but beggars can't be chosers, or so the saying goes." He sits up strait and moves his head to the side as if getting a knot out of his neck. There is no snap or sound heard, but he looks like he caught it with the movement. "I'm just getting old Verbena. Thank you for the concern." <English>
"A stiff drink would likely do him well..." Kyoshiro mentions from the kitchen just past the prep counter/bar, chucking as Fao confirms he knows the man well enough to say that. He's got the vegitables together and throws them in their own pot with some butter and a few spices like garlic and a tiny bit of salt. He lets them simmer with a cover on top. The water that's now boiling he throws some linguine into, stiring it till it falls completely into the water. The gad grill now warmed enough, he rubs the seasing on the steaks and then places them on the low heated grill. <English>
"You can call me Rochelle, or Senator...and we might have some coffee." The woman gestures to one of her aides who runs off to fetch no doubt. "I want you both to understand the...difficult position you both are in, if things work out...we might actually have something close to true peace. If things do not work out...we would most probably be at yet another war. You represent an opportunity for accountability that most have never received." <English>
McGuire nods, "Rochelle then." He sits back in the chair and quirks a brow, "You have us confused with the Kilbridge crowd. We are not a part of those crazies. Most romany are peace loving folk who just want to make a living. Not like the brutal band trying to start a war. I'd like a thick line drawn between Mibu and I and that group of madness you were talking about. The Romany want to work with the Alliance for the most part, even if it is to be left alone to there own devices." <English>
"We are not conquorers, or statist. We wish not to lorde over anyone despite what ever rumors you may hear from some folks." Kyoshiro says as an addition to what Fao says. "We certainly don't steal children..." He grimaces a bit as he starts to mash some potatoes he just peeled adding in a garlic paste that was made from melted down butter and margerin. He tosses that into it's own pot too. <English>
Rochelle nods slowly. "I was very young when I won Miss Verbena. A universally recognized title, my looks allowed me to speak for the people on my planet. I did it through legitimate means and it wasn't easy at all...but I never gave up." She sighs softly. "But if anything at all...anything at all proves to be untrue in your testimonies and it is proven to be untrue...I'm not sure even I could persuade them to show mercy." <English>
McGuire says, "I'm not asking for mercy. The past is the past, it's the future that I'm interested in. A useless planet on the Rim suddenly gets noticed because they wanted to be left alone, but were taken advantage of by a mad group that did a horrific thing during the announcement. Deadwood may never be independant, but it's plea let the 'verse know that the Rim planets are at risk everywhere, and only want to be treated like all the other planets." He shrugs slightly, staitening his back and rolling his head again. "We will work with the government in the long run, to help show that it is a government that cares. If that message can come out, then we've done our job." He leans forward slightly, the eye's showing a hint of pain. He sniffs the air and says in the kitchen direction, "Sure is smelling good Mibu." Fao's stomach grumbles a little bit. <English>
Kyoshiro is platting the food. He hadn't added to the conversation much as he was busy straining the linguinie and putting it in a pan to sear alfrado sauce to it. It only takes a moment to do that. Then, after flipping the steaks only once, he lets the heat off and lets them sit while he plates the food. Three plates and even some extra for the guards if the want. He places a dish in front of the Senator and Fao along with where he is sitting, leaving the guards plates at the bar. "Okay, here we go..." As if on que with Fao, "Fillet Minion, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed and seasoned string beans and carots, and a small helping of Linguine Alfredo..." The portions are just right too, not too big and not too small. Fitting on the plate perfectly for presentation without anything running together. Decorated with a bit of parcley. <English>
"I do hope you are right. There has been enough bloodshed." Then the Senator is smiling softly to Kyoshiro, an aide coming up beside her to cut a pice off the steak...etc, taking small tastes of her food before the Senator herself begins to eat, silence is a good thing. A very good thing as her eyes widen and she ohs softly, and contineus to eat. <English>
McGuire bows his head and closes his eye's with his hands in his lap. The smell of the food makes his silent words short as he opens his eye's and takes up the fork and knife. Digging in, he says before his first bite, "The problem is Alliance sees the Romany fighting forces as a threat. Perhaps the joint efforts we had with the Alliance during the Legion war will open the doors to further joint efforts. Our army was built to defend against Pirates. On Deadwood, everyone has to learn to fight because of all the gorram Reavers." The first bit of stake is stabbed and raised to his mouth. He breaths in the smell and smiles as he places it on his tongue and begins to chew. His eye's flutter slightly as his smile grows to show his approval. <English>
Kyoshiro sits down at the far end of the table and digs in himself. Unabashed and with a great ravenous hunger. He was a man with a lot of muscle mass and he had to keep it fed. "Well... That's what I'm trying to work on. What Woolsworth was discussing with me and the details to be worked out once we get a chance..." If they get a chance... but he leaves that to his own thoughts. <English>
