Log1

Who

Lochlan, Kerwyn's boyfriend

Trista, her best friend

Lars, Kerwyn's father, a TP NPC

When

IC Time: Apr 02, 2523 - 02:43:44

Where

Grand Hotel - Penthouse Sitting Room - Osiris

For all the beauty of the Grand Hotel of Osiris, with its fine columns and tiled floors, it appears that a few steps have been taken to make the Penthouse a little more like a home. The floors are carpeted in thick, warm rugs, and the windows offer a spectacular view of the city of Coronet and the ever-active inhabitants of the city below. There is a sitting area containing a number of comfortable couches, sofas, and love seats. It looks like a rather comfortable little hideaway, combining a small kitchen and eating area, for when guests may not want to order room service.

The room is centered around a large holo-net projector for previewing the latest in entertainment, and off to one side sits an office alcove with a large marble desk, for traveling business executives or diplomats from other governments to use while staying here. This room comes with a high price, but you get what you pay for.

Log

There was a breath of relief given by Kerwyn by the time the group left in the car, heading through the city and towards the hotel. Once the cars unload after Hilde gives the all clear, it's inside to rent the penthouse - only the best for the Senator! Of course, the employees from bellhop to registration clerk, to the manger on duty, were on their best behavior getting them all checked in and shown up to the penthouse with a promise to have a meal prepared and brought up once they had time to check over the menu and call down to the kitchen where the head chef himself would be seeing to their wishes!

At some point during the car ride, Kerwyn makes a quick wave to Trista to get her to meet at the hotel, giving her directions to the place. It's just after the trio reach the penthouse that the call comes from Trista that she's there, so Ker excuses herself, giving her father a loong look that clearly says - don't torture Loch while I'm gone, please?? Much the same look is given to Lochlan as well before she disappears into the lift to head downstairs to fetch her best friend from the lobby.

It's only about ten minutes, give or take, when the redhead returns with Trista in tow, the poor flygirl a little surprised and wanting to run away herself now that things have clicked in her mind of just /who/ Kerwyn's father is. Duh, not like the redhead hadn't told them a few times each! As she draws Trista into the penthouse, she calls out, "Father.. I'd like to introduce you to Trista Zachary, pilot, and someone who's become like a sister to me. Glit, this is my father, Senator Lars Davis." <English>

The ride to the hotel, checking in, reassuring the staff of the hotel, and settling into the suite is all fairly mundane to the Senator by this time. It is typical of what happens whenever he travels, after all. After Hildegarde has swept the apartment and established her security doodads where they go, Lars enters and moves to a couch. Sitting, he unbuttons his jacket and flicks it open to reveal the vest beneath. Looking up at Kerwyn, he nods, "Just let Hilde know, pumpkin? I do not want your friend to be mistaken for a terrorist or a chef or something equally nefarious." He shadows the girl... er... young woman... a wink and turns his attention to Lochlan. Did he catch that look that is oh-so-familiar to parents the 'Verse over? Perhaps... Perhaps not...

Once his daughter has gone, he turns the force of his scrutiny upon the hapless cowboy. For a full minute or slightly more, he says nothing at all, merely guaging the man's appearance, character and resolve. Finally, he nods once and eases his back against the couch, "You know... She expects me to give you a lecture filled with 'that's my little girl's' and 'she is the apple of my eye's... And, perhaps I should." He flashes Lochlan a /look/ from one side of his smile that proves wordlessly that he is quite capable of mayhem... "And while those are true... She is an adult, and moreover, she is an adult whom I trust. So..." Turning then, he spears the other man with a look that is half glower and half laughter, "While I should say that 'if anything happens to her, I'll see you skinned'... I won't. Just... Be good to her. Or we will have words." <English>

Sometime after that... perhaps after Lochlan has had a chance to reply, the women return. Standing as they step through the door, Lars rebuttons his jacket, for there is a certain decorum required when meeting women that can be discarded once first impressions have been well established. As Kerwyn speaks, the Senator walks across the room to meet the two. "It is truly an honor to meet you, Miss. Zachary. Kerwyn has told me a great deal about you. Welcome to... Well, I can't say my home, now can I? Though I have been here often enough. Welcome to the Repairing Room." A wink is shadowed toward Kerwyn and the Senator lifts a hand in a gesture of welcome, "Come in... come in. We shall order dinner before too long. May I get you a drink?" <English>

The little pilot is staring in awe at the room for a moment as they step out. She mouthes something that looks like it might be a profanity - or three - but its too quiet for anyone to hear but Kerwyn. Its not until the introduction is made that Trista turns her attention back to Kerwyn. Then that ill-fated word that strike fear into the hearts of common border-dwellers.. 'Senator.' She turns to look at the man at stares. For her part, she /tries/ to stammer out a 'Hello' or a 'Hi' but it ends up coming out as both with an actually comprehendable finish: "Heeyiuhh..I mean..Pleasure to meet you, sir." God Bless the Navy drilling. Her voice is a little exasperated and the pilot seems to curtsey by the sheer force of the fact that she doesn't know what else to do. It looks odd in jeans but you work with what you have, right? "I'm..ahh.almost positive the honor is mine." Those eyes stare at the man like she's seeing a ghost. The man is instantly recognizable to anyone who has ever bothered to read Cortex News traffic. But in person?! He's taller than Lochlan! The woman appears to be swimming in wonder at what her friend has just exposed her to. Decorum seems lost on this one though. She might love that outfit but its not exactly what she might choose to wear to meet the Senator of Osiris! <English>

Two words sums up the cowboy and his interactions with dad. -Poker Face- Loch's played in games all over the verse and never tips his hand he listens wordless and gives no tells. He watches his girl leave then turns back to the man across from him nodding once as he speaks and gauging him himself. After all first impressions are all you get. "Well Sir.. If'n I'd be so bold ta tell you.. I love yer daughter.. a true love and already seen ma life turned on end and upside down for her. She is everything ta me and I plan ta keep it.. and if I am ta find out that she really feels the same way fer me maybe in a few months ya and me will have another kinda talk."

Hearing the girls he moves with smooth steps, well as smooth as you can with a busted up knee and a brace keeping your leg straight. Too the window looking out over Osiris perfect country manners so far how long can the laid back county boy last or is this the side of him others never get to see. A long way from staying up all night smoking and drinking bourbon in a saloon after a fight and a verse away from being a pirate. <English>

Thankfully, Kerwyn isn't privy to the talk between father and beau. She'd be red once more to match Trista's shirt. Far more relaxed than she was down on the street earlier, the redhead smiles up at her father as he greets her best friend, and after a moment, seh gives in to a soft giggle when she hears the stubmling reply that her friend gives. "It's alright, Glit. He won't bite, I promise. " Leaning in closer, she murmurs something to Trista before turning to her father, "Food is sounding very nice right now. Lochlan took I and Trista out for my birthday when we were on Hera waiting on the Dark Dragon who was out helping a sister ship with a problem... " She looks to Lochlan as he stands there, a tender smile given to the man, "It was one of the best birthdays I've had in a while.." Unconsciously, her hand lifts to touch the gold locket she wears around her throat. <English>

You whisper, "Breathe. Relax. He's just a man. Just my father." to Trista.

As something Lochlan says hits home, Lars blinks twice in rapid succession. His composure, unshakable on the Senetorial floor, is shaken by that something. He blinks twice more and darts the cowboy a glance that promises a more indepth interview in the very near future. It is not quite the look Finchley suffered under earlier in the day, but close. Oh, there will be blo...er... conversations tonight! Or soon. Swallowing that little knot, he returns his attention to Kerwyn and Trista and his manner gentles, "Please, Miss. Zachary. I can not tell you how very pleased I am that you and my pumpkin are friends. Be at ease within this room. As she says, I won't bite." His lips twitch into a slight smile and a sparkle touches his gaze. "And, in deference to your youth, I won't add the nearly ubiquitous 'unless asked'... Is that a deal?" Once more, he gestures to the couches as he turns to Kerwyn, "Okay, honey. Order what you all want. The kitchen already knows what I want. God knows I've been here enough for them to have it down..." He slips an arm about Kerwyn's shoulders and pulls her into a quick hug. A kiss is planted on her forehead and he looks over to Lochlan as she describes her birthday, "Good man..." Then, he turns to rest both hands on her shoulders, his eyes seeking hers, "I am sorry that I was not able to be there on your birthday, Kerwyn. Did you get the package that I sent?" <English>

"Uh huh," Trista whimpers to her friends assurances. It's like meeting the President of the world. Or something. When she leans in closer, Tris just nods once. After a long moment she takes a deep breath and makes a good attempt to compose herself, though she stands ramrod straight. The pilot's hands fold in front of her, staying close to safety - her best friend. At the touch of Kerwyn's locket, the woman smiles a little to her friend before looking off towards Lochlan. She dares not call to him. No, not until she can gauge whats going on in the room. Though when the Senator addresses her again she clears her throat, dipping her head to the man's joke. Yes, it got a smile out of her and a bit of pink to her cheeks as well. "Yes, sir," comes the quiet reply. But at the mention of food and the reminder of the birthday, Tris nudges Keri. "Chocolate." God himself couldn't mask the sudden rise of giddy to her, though she straightens her face - kind-of - before anyone else can look to her at the word. <English>

Lochlan breaks his poker face just enough to let Ker know.. yup.. I broke yer dad..then goes back to the neutral happy to look. If his name was not in every cortex search field for three planets it would be very soon. "Yeah.. I did the best I could was no penthouse on Osiris but I managed a few surprises fer our girl.." That's right OUR maybe he is a little bolder now having got the best of the other man for a moment. "Hey Glit.. good ta see ya too.. " His steps are measured to minimize the limp as he makes his way over to sit in a spot that gives Ker the option to be between the group of them. By post father.. he wonders a bit about the man his eyes dance thought. "Right chocolate and strawberries.. bought out the supply for a day for ye two.. thought dem ladies was ganna lynch me fer sure for dat stunt.." <English>

"Father!" Kerwyn is the one that seems shocked by Lars' joke, eyes widening before she shakes her head at him. "Sometimes, you are incorrigible. It's going to get you in trouble one of these days, and then what will Hilde do then?" She teases in turn, and stepping away from Trista when her father draws her in for a hug, she leans into the older man, the kiss to her forehead to make her blush. Hearing talk of the meal in Hera, and the dessert that is championed by Trista, she laughs, "Indeed, we'll have chocolate here tonight." To Loch, she laughs, "We were ready to lynch you. Leading us on about the dessert, only to have the waiter tell us that they'd sold out! That was.. evil.." And yet she's laughing about it. Turning to her father as his hands rest upon her shoulders, she looks up at him, "It's alright. I know you were busy.. but.. I did not get a package? It might have not caught up with me between leaving the Leviathan and then ending up in Hera and then back here again." <English>

Lars actually shadows Lochlan a wink for that stunt, "Well done, young man... well done. Though you do risk much for teasing the ladies about the availability of chocolate. Still, I can see that it had the desired effect, so... the risk was a calculated on." His gaze flickers between Trista and Kerwyn, settling on the later, "What! I said that I would not make the quip, kitten. How can that be misconstrued?" Again that briefly twitching smile that is there and gone again, mirth high in his eyes. "Now, then. The menu is by the phone. If you young people will look it over?" While it is not stated, the implication is that food is becoming increasingly required. "And, Miss. Zachary? If you will allow me to order your dessert? I know something that the chef makes to perfection, but does not have on the menu." He waggles his brows slightly, though the effect is conspiratorial rather than suggestive. The expression fades at Kerwyn's reply and he looks down at her, disappointment clear in his manner, "Ah... Well, that is too bad. I shall put a trace on it in the morning. For now? I do believe we have things to celebrate..." <English>

A hand lifts and she waggles her fingers to Loch. "Hi Geigei." The nervousness seems to have faded somewhat with the promise of that delectible dark treat. "Lynch you? No, Lochlan..We were planning much worse." Trista offers him an airy chuckle. "You underestimate our prowess." Despite the relaxation slowly inching its way into her demeanor, Glit still sticks to her Core tones and maintains a posture that would make Aife proud. When Lars addresses her, she swings her body slightly to look up to him from her brother. There's an appetite in those eyes. "Senator..don't tease me. As you mentioned to Lochlan, calculated risks are still risks. But.." She sighs dramatically, finally getting the gumption to make a little joke. "..if you insist!! I guess I'll be the guinea pig." <English>

Lochlan looks around the room a moment where is a distraction when you need one.. chocolate here tonight.. yeah.. of course anything they want with the Senator around right. No need to take risks all night or work yourself sore for something special here just ask and it's your he regards the other man. Perhaps envy in his eyes or a flicker of distaste for the plush life he gets to live. "Well don't that just put the icein on the cake Glit.. bonified chocolate for ya.." With no work just a lot of jib jabing from a fancy old feller he thinks to himself his poker face back till he looks to Kerwyn melting even his cold exterior just a bit. Without her this could go badly but with her here he can kill off a fleet if needed. Snatching up the menu though he has no problem spending that unearned money.. "I'd like.. I think a whisky sour.. the King cut steak.. rate.. garlic red skimmed mashed.. Sour dough.. ranch on the salad I hope it has croutons an cheese.. " <English>

"But you still did!" Kerwyn replies back to her father, nudging him lightly with her elbow before hugging him. Nodding as he motions to the menu, she allows the other two to look it over before she makes her own choice in the matter, though the promise of a delectable dessert not on the menu has her stating quick enough, "Two of those. Three if Loch wants one!" Not going to miss out on that either! Tiptoing to kiss her father's cheek when she notices the disappointment, she smiles, "It'll show up, and I'll get it when it does, Father." Slipping away from him to snug Trista and then peer at the menu that Loch has in hand, she leans into the cowboy for a moment, head to lean against his shoulder, relaxing further near him. Yeah, most people would think all the nervousness would be in the beau meeting the father. No one ever mentions the rack of nerves that comes up for the poor girl! <English>

Lars sparkles at Kerwyn, "No, honey. I didn't. I informed the young lady of alternatives that would not be addressed in this company." He clears his throat, trying to look Senatorial and important while shadowing his daughter a wink. Were he not so very close to laughter, it might have worked, even. But, he is so it doesn't. Nodding, he makes a mental tally and turns to walk across the room toward the couch once more. He watches Lochlan, for what is a poker face to a politician? And everyone has a tell, really. Even when they do not know it. Lars slows as he observes the younger man, then nods at his selection. The man remains standing near a chair, hands clasping behind his back. "I shall try not to worry, Kerwyn. Just... please let me know when it does show up? The aged and infirm like myself can not afford the extra strain caused by worry, you know. It gives us indigestion." <English>

Trista listens to Loch's description as she heads to the man and peer over one shoulder while Keri takes care of the other one. "Mmmmmm. Loch, I think I'm going to double exactly what you're ordering." She sighs. "Rare steak. /REAL/ steak. Like what we got on Hera.." Trista backs away, no longer needing to even ponder the menu. Light feet take her across the plush carpeting to the expansive windows and she peers out. "I used to see this room when I was doing check-rides at the Academy. We'd fly over and look at this place but I never figured in a million millenia I'd be in this position." She looks back to Lars and grins at the man. "Thank you for having us up here, sir." <English>

Kerwyn gives her father a look as he tries to talk himself out of it, narrowed eyed and all, though like him, her lips are trembling with the effort of holding back laughter. It's soon given into though, the flash of her smile warm and bright as she shakes her head, sighing. "See, Glit? You would think with a father like this, I would have been immune to the teasing you and Loch put me through, but I'm not. Maybe it just made it worse.." See, blame the father for her blushes that the other two cause so often! Moving to Loch's side, she slips her arm through his, hugging his arm a little as she peers at the menu, "I think I'm going to triple that, even if I won't eat the whole thing so I can leave room for the dessert. Doggie bag to return to the ship with..." Kissing Loch's cheek, she turns back to the other two for a moment, "Please, Father. Don't give me the whole worry thing. Or indigestion. You eat like a horse. Keep up that talk, and I'll talk to Hilde about getting you a hover chair and cane." <English>

Lars nods at the orders and lifts the phone. Before punching the button, however, he snickers oh so softly at Kerwyn, then composes his face to smile at the others, "Ah, good. I am delighted to hear that my daughter's rigerous training in blush-reduction and control continues apace. You have my eternal gratitude. Or, at least until further notice." Then, without missing a beat, he punches the button for room service. It rings twice and is picked up, "Good evening, Maurice. Yes... How's the family? Marchia? Good... Good to hear. Listen. Will little Evette be able to be a page again this year? She will? Fantastic. Shall I send a car around to collect her from school? Fine... Fine. Yes, of course. Now, not to cut this short, Maurice, but I have guests up here and... No... Not this time. I am going to try something different, I think..." Although the stunned silence can be heard through the receiver, and Lars hears it, he places the order anyway. "Four. Exactly the same. That is right... And thank you for your patience. Bye, now." Setting the phone down, he turns to the others, "Now, then... Young lady?" He focuses on Trista. "I have been wondering something and you can enlighten me. Why is it that they call you 'Glit'?" Then, he grins and nods to Kerwyn, "Would you? Please? I've been dying to zoom around in one. I could use the cane as a rudder and careen down the Senatorial halls. No one could stand in my way! It would be awsome." <English>

"Keri," Trista chides, "no teasing your father. He's on our side." 'Our' meaning Loch's and the pilot's side. "One day the Senator is going to retire his illustrious position then he'll come visit or something and then it will just be non-stop. By the end of the day, your cheeks will be tanned a blushing crimson." She reaches up to pinch Kerwyn's cheek a little. "Good idea with the baggie, though. But you might have to hide it from some other crew members. Something tells me Wayde can't read..labels." Yeah. Just labels. Her eyes avert to Lochlan for the joke. The pilot seems to be okay with Lars, willing to relax and be herself as long as she can keep her two friends close at hand. When Lars addresses her she looks to him and clears her throat. No, she doesn't look like she was expecting to be asked that..nor does she look like she wants to answer. "Why..uhm. Well. Heh. It all goes back to the saying that 'All that glitters is not gold.'" Ahem. "Ah, I'll suffice to say that a man made an unwanted pass with a few choice comments and he got a stern berating in front of all his friends. I would be the 'glitter' - or 'Glit' - sir." <English>

Lochlan wonders if he made a good choice or if this is part of the conspiracy that Trevor started eyes shifting a bit.. then a kiss and he turns his head to kiss Ker back softly very chaste his eyes though his real tell give it all away. Chuckling at the Nickname story and is suddenly glad they never learned his pirate name.."Well ya know... Dem hover chairs are a blast Sir.. Just gotten maself out of one.. well tossed out Doctor said two days but I had ta keep it near a week I was 'avin so much fun.." Smiling a bit more he snakes his free arm around Kerwyn but keeps his eyes on the father wanting to see how much affection he can get away with. <English>

Good choice? From the sounds of it, Loch made a most excellent choice in food tonight, seeing as everyone, including the Senator, has chosen to follow his selection! Kerwyn laughs, shaking her head at all the conversation, though she doesn't comment at first, instead, smiling at the return kiss offered to her cheek by Lochlan. She does motion to the seating, "Come, let us relax, already?" She'll guide Loch to a couch - nope, she's not mothering him at all! - and get him to sit so she might seat herself next to him. Of course, there's more than enough room for Trista to join, if she wishes. "You know, one of these days, I'll be brave enough to start returning all these little pokes, and get all of you blushing." One day. In her dreams, no doubt. A blink, and she ends up snorting at her father, "I can just see Senator Chadwick's face now as you buzz him in a hoverchair." And sos he tries to make such a face, something between horrified and shocked and fear. At least, it is supposed to be that. Leaving Trista to explain her nickname, she leans in against Loch, hand to curl into his, offering it a light squeeze. <English>

Ah, good times. The Senator watches the young people sort themselves out from his vantage point. Single chairs are so innocuous, yet leave no doubt about whom is to sit where. He watches the exchange between his daughter and her beau and seems quietly satusfied. Turning his attention to Trista, he listens, and leans forward a little, hands clasped between his knees. "That, young lady, is quite a tale. Though I have the feeling that I have yet to hear all of it. Still... The nickname suits you." His smile is warm and honest, with the faint hints of fondness tucked around his eyes. For a moment, he looks only at her, the force of his presence intended as a shield to keep trouble at bay. Then, the moment passes and he refaces his proginy and the man who seems to wish to make her an honest woman. Or, is it vice versa? "So, tell me, Lochlan?" A pause and a grin appears as if by magic, "I knew it! Hildegarde will have to get me one now. I shall tell her that Kerwyn's young man said it would be alright." He winks at Lochlan, then throws his head back and roars with laughter at Kerwyn, "Oh, pumpkin! That is just what he would do! And his little beatle of a wife... Ah, God, I am going to have to do it now..." Then, he blinks as a name from somewhere swims up into his consciousness and he looks at Kerwyn then back, "Did you say you were on The Leviathon?" <English>

The pilot follows them over to the couches and sits at the other to leave the two lovebirds to their own devices. She'll stick to the other end though. She's not brave enough to get closer to Lars. Not yet, anyway. Though Trista does allow herself to sit back into the couch, legs crossed and hands folded. Her eyes watch Kerwyn and Loch with a fondness found only with true happiness. But she turns back to Lars and gives a small shrug. "When I'm in a sour mood, I don't tend to be very agreeable to things like that. I probably would have blushed a streak if I hadn't just failed a checkride on a technicality. He was nice. But I wasn't in the mood and he struck out rather badly. Though.." she looks thoughtful "..I don't think I ever actually felt bad about it." When the Lev is mentioned, that bright smile that so magically appeared seems to lose a bit of luster while her gaze falls back on the other two. <English>

Lochlan looses the hand his eyes wince then he swallows.. here comes the hammer... "Yeah.. we where shortly.. very shortly I got the girls off in a hurry though.." No explenation of the rest is needed his eyes turn to Lars holding his gaze a moment he's firm.. and expects the worst here at the least some pirate.. err privateer bashing but he seems ready ot take it. <English>

"You haven't heard all of it, but.. Glit is Glit and she's proved that a few times, though a tad more gently, I do believe." Kerwyn offers, laughing at her friend before she glances aside to Loch, fingers to lace with his before she turns as her father begins to address the man at her side, only to jump to talk of the chair and the poor Senator. "Father.. you'll give him a heartattack and.. .wait.. you trying to get in someone better to the seat?" She jokes lightly then before she is questioned, suddenly worrying her bottom lip as she nods, "I did, yes sir. When I arrived to meet the Lula, it wasn't on dock, never replied to the wave I sent. I ran into Lochlan on the pad, and after talking to him, ended up meeting the captain and getting hired, though.. I wasn't on there for long.. " <English>

Lars listens first to 'Glit', nodding, "Rather what I thought actually. You are a brave young woman. I am glad, for my pumpkin's sake, that you are the woman you are. If... That makes sense?" He tilts his head slightly, fairly certain that the message is received, but checking in case. Until Lochlan speaks up, that is. Turning to study him, then, he inhales and clears his throat. Speach time? Perhaps. "Young man? I am old enough, and savvy enough, to know that things are never as simple as they seem. When times are hard, folk take desperate actions. And far be it from me to decide when a man, or a woman, has seen enough and must take those steps. While the crew of the Leviathon has a sullied and violent reputation, who am I to say what is true and what is rumor? For all I know they take the jobs that they take because they see that kind of thing as 'fun'... Or, perhaps it is because they pay well. or because that is all that they can find... How should I know, sitting here?" Yup. Speach time. But, he seems sincere, for all of that, "It does not matter what was. It matters what is. You got my daughter and her friend off that ship. You joined up with a crew under a respected Captain. Seems to me you've got nothing to be ashamed of." Turning to Kerwyn, then, the man sighs, then smiles at her. "Honey? As much as I wanted you to be on the Lula, you have done well for yourself. Though I might have a talk with Captain Andres. She did give her word that she would wait for you..." <English>

"Thank you, Kerwyn." Trista smiles to her best friend, a little more pink to the cheeks. This one isn't used to compliments, apparently. After the other two answer, Tris puts in her own two credits: "I was only on board a week, myself. Pirates tend to be less than fond of Naval crew and..that crew is horrifically strange." You could put it in stronger terms but nothing in English or Chinese could possibly describe it. But his kind words find a thankful smile. "Yes, sir. It makes sense. I'm quite protective of her, as is Lochlan. These two are really the only people I can count on when the chips are down. I would say that the crew is there for us, but.." She hasn't been around long enough yet to see if the comraderie is bravado or if there is hard fact behind it. <English>

Lochlan gains his poker face again and leans back pulling Ker a bit close against him its clear approve of or not she is his girl in his eyes. "I'd die fer yer lil girl here Sir.." an nearly damn did too. "Same goes for Glit in a different way but the same ends none the different." Licking his lips a moment he lays down his hand since the old man called. "I'm not one for big speeches so here it is, Ma grandpa always told me A man is not what he does.. but a man is what he decides ta do.. I made ma decisions a lot of them bad some of them good.. yer aid can tell ya all about it later.. but when the cards where drawn.. I found mself with the Queen of hearts high and I couldn't bluff anymore.. I walked.. I plan on making a good life.. with good work.. to support your daughter now I may not be some mansion owning Carchmitch but what I lack in credit I have a abundance of in love.. and if ya ask me that's worth more then every ship I d avers." <English>

There's a look given to each in turn by the redhead who finds herself drawn in tightly against Lochlan's side. The speech given by her father draws her attention before she shakes her head, "Some of those on the Leviathan are good people. Others... well, I much prefer the ship I am on now." That said, Kerwyn looks from Trista to Loch, their words to bring out the blush once more upon her cheeks. And yet, it's Loch's, as he continues, that brings her head up, turning to look to the man at her side. "I know of most of his past, Father, and.. he has taken care of me, and Glit here. Even when he's been stubborn and clueless about some things as I am learning most men can be at times.." She turns to look at her father, "I do love him, and for now, work with him on the Dragon, and see where the Black takes us. I am happy where I am, Father. I have the bestest of friends, and a man to love. I know Mother won't quite understand, but.." She shrugs, leaving that for another day to tackle. Shaking her head, she says quietly aside to Lochlan, "Credits have never been an issue, and you know that. We have what we need on the ship, and that's enough for me. " When Lars speaks of talking with the Captain of the Lula, she turns back, "No need to do that, Father. In the end, it all worked out, and I think fate played a good hand in things to lead me to where I am now. I would thank the Captain for not waiting for me, honestly enough." <English>

Lars looks from one to the other, taking the measure of each in turn. It is endlessly interesting, really, the diversity of humanity. Yet, it is even more interesting when folk from diverse backgrounds come to, essentially, the same conclusions. Each professes to care deeply for the other two. Each has good reason to find the others less than palatable. And yet, here they are... Scion of a noble house with Senatorial ties, potentially disaffected Naval officer and briggand... As tight a unit as any family with a more 'normal' setup. Lars smiles, his gaze lowering as it occurs to him that, at present, he does not share in thier good fortune. It passes, however, with thoughts of 'some day' and 'soon' and 'Her'. Drawing in courage with his breath, he lifts both hands in a placating gesture, "I get it. Believe me, I do." Adding the obvious, "I was not born yesterday, after all. And pumpkin? Don't worry about your mother. I'll see to it that she understands. Or, at the very least, keeps the static down to a dull roar." He winks.

There comes a knock on the door and the ubiquitous Hildegarde appears from one of the bedrooms and handles opening it. Room service, it seems, has arrived. Rising, the Senator turns to smile at the delivery person, a young woman with deep chestnut hair, "Emily!" He steps forward as Hildegarde deals with paying the woman and checking the food to be sure that they received what was ordered. Emily claps the Senator's hand and begind speaking in rapidfire Mandarin. Lars listens, nodding from time to time. He replies and Emily beams. Taking the payment and a generous tip, she scoots away. The door is closed, the food wheeled to the center of the sitting area and Hildegarde vanishes once more to her own meal and surveilance. Or whatever it is that Hildegarde's do when not out in the open. Maybe she is calling Carmichael. Or wishing he would call her. For his part, Lars returns to the chair and smiles, "Shall we? It is best warm." <English>

Trista blinks at Loch's words, ultimately surprised. This is all news to her and she's going to have to ask later. But the way he speaks of Kerwyn gets a loving look to the both of them. Awww!! "But I would have to agree with your daughter, sir. I've been running freight going on three-plus years now. There is a reason the ship has made a name for itself. They are very selective of their crew and appear to be quite fond of each other. We're slowly learning our place on it but..time will tell as it always does." When there is a knock at the door, Tris rises and looks to it as Hildegarde enters. Seeing its The Food (yes, its that important), the pilot turns to grin at her friends. "Steak!" She would probably be clapping her hands if they weren't clasped. Once the tray is served at one would assume to be the table, she steps over to it but - as per her teachings - she waits until the Senator has seated himself. <English>

Lochlan rises with the others and heads over to get his tray.. "What one is mine.." a joke.. trying to lighten the mood, he takes his drink and one of the platters following Lar's and settling down near the other man showing confidence and the willingness to be open to conversation. He sips his drink and settles in.. even pauses for a prayer.. wait.. prayer? <English>

As the knock comes - saved by the food! - Kerwyn rises as well, slowly to give Lochlan someone to sort of brace against to get his balance with his braced knee, the redhead turns to watch her father as he speaks with the girl that brings in the food. There's a quiet smile on her lips, the sort that comes when one watches someone they care about doing something so.. perfectly normal for them. Food delivered to the table, she moves off to take a seat, but not before she gives her father another kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for understanding everything, Father. And for offering to take the heat from Mother." Taking a seat, she chuckles at Loch's joke before adding, "Between Loch and Glit, they are teaching a little self defense. And how to use a gun. I refuse to be a liability on the ship should anything happen." Perhaps news to her father on that regard! <English>

Once everyone has been seated, Lars extends his hands toward those to his right and left. Yes, the man intends saying grace. "It is alright, Kerwyn. I am glad that there is still something your old father is able to do for you." He turns his cheek into the kiss, then lifts one of those hands to hug her one armed. "It sounds like an excellent crew and don't worry too much about place, young 'Glit'..." Yes, he has adopted the nickname. Lucky Trista... "Place sorts itself out 9 times out of 10. You'll know if it is where you should be or not." Tilting his head toward Loch, he adds, "I've noticed that you are injured. Do you want my medic to take a look? He is excellent." Okay, so, he has not actually said that Lochlan may consider dating his daughter, but he has accepted the other man as a human being so there is that. Baby steps... Or, perhaps he has accepted the gunslinger after all. The sparkle in his eye hints at a quiet contentment that is not found in fathers who think their daughters are messing up their lives. A brow lifts and he eyes Kerwyn, "You are a brilliant mechanic. Any ship that considers you a liability for being unwilling to take a life is... not as good an environment as you have painted it to be. You know, Kerwyn? I could send a pair of Service men with you. To protect you... I know that these folk will do their part... They have made it perfectly clear. However, it would do my heart good to know that some of my finest were there to help. In case..." Then, he pauses and tilts his head, "And you are welcome. Your mother and I have a well developed system for dealing with this sort of shock. It will be alright. Although, speaking for your mother for the briefest of moments... If you need a different sort of protectoin, I am sure she would be happy to provide..." <English>

"Kerwyn, you're not a liability. I'm not sure how to explain otherwise, but you aren't." When Lars begins, she lets it drop. The woman takes a seat and reaches out to take their hands as well. So rare to find someone who still says it. Except her. And she's not about to tell anyone else. "To be honest sir, and I know I don't speak for the crew as a whole, but Feds tend to be more of a hinderance blackside. They tend to concern themselves with details that aren't their concern and muddy an otherwise clear situation. I'm not fond of them myself, actually." She's conversational about it but still speaks to the point. "Once you get out past the Border, black and white lose their meaning and everything is shades of grey. Adding Federals to the mix would likely only be more dangerous to your daughter." She doesn't say that she doesn't trust them, either. <English>

Lochlan says in English, "Don't mind me saying sir.. I am worth any two service men.. wounded er not.. and I got love of yer daughter driving me.. much more reliable then a pay check when bullets start flying." Taking his hand. "No one has called her a liability but herself ever.. I told he I'd teach her so she could ward off people but we got a damn fine crew and captain.. and ain't one of them not been anythin but the best to her.""

Kerwyn ends up blushing quite a bit, shaking her head as her father proceeds to suggest she take her own body guards along on the ship. "Father, I don't need them. And they'd just be in the way of a working ship." Not to mention, single her out even more than her dress, manners and speech do at times. Hands are taken, waiting for the prayer to come, offering her own side ones up as well. "I trust Glit and Loch, and the crew of the Dark Dragon. They know I do not fight, that I.. that I faint at the sight of blood." She murmurs the last, glancing down at the table before her before she continues, "Wayde Sullivan, their chief security, is also looking to teach me a few things as well. As Loch said, mainly to hold people off, if it's needed." To beau and friend, she says quietly, "You know what I mean - a liability in not being able to defend myself or the ship. Making the two of you worry for me, when your mind should be on other things. I have to learn. I know this. I'll do my best." And then she gestures slightly to the waiting food, "Should eat before it gets cold.." And then to urge conversation other places, "After all, Father has promised us that dessert once we're done." <English>

Lars clears his throat once everyone has taken hands, "Holy Father, Dear Lord, thank you for this food. Bless the hands that prepared it. Bless it to our use and us to your service. And make us ever mindful of the needs of others. In your name, oh Lord we pray. Also, Father, I personally pray that no harm comes to my child, her friends, her crew or ship. Amen." He waits a moment to see how folk will react, then reluctantly nods. Releasing hands, he takes a napkin and tucks it where appropriate. His frown is a thing any father would be proud of. It is deep and uncomfortable and dissatusfied. Yet, it also recognizes that his child has grown up. Gorramit. Then, comes the sigh, which is deeper still and filled with resignation. "Oh, no disrespect to you, Lochlan. Nor to you, Glit. Or to your captain and crew. I just want to see my kitten stay out of trouble." Then, with another fatherly sigh, he turns to said child, "It is your decision, Kerwyn. Though I know that I don't have to tell you how I feel about it." Lifting his silverware, he cuts a piece from thet steak and pops it into his mouth. <English>

Trista seems curious but doesn't push it. "Meimei, please," she urges sympathetically. "I'll explain a few things later but you'll have to trust me that you are more than capable. And you don't even know it." There's a genuinely warm smile for Kerwyn and she nods, allowing the topic to pass. The thoughts of that dessert are quite distracting, by the way. At the end of the prayer, she whispers an 'Amen' quietly to herself. When he finishes, Trista shakes her head. "No offense taken, sir. Everyone has their own opinions and motivations. I can't expect everyone to agree with mine." Because they get your ass-kicked on some backwater planets on U-Day. The brunette cuts a piece of her steak slowly, eyes taking in the texture. The anticipation alone is killing her and she seems to be taunting herself for a moment for taking the bite. Lochlan and Kerwyn would recognize the face she makes - its the same one they saw on Hera. <English>

Lochlan just eats quietly he enjoys his meal the company and the quality of it his plate is cleared off in short order normal sized bites and speed chewing a bit then glances over at Glit and winks to her.. "Hey Glit.. Ya remember dat time when I was shopping with ya for Ker's b-day gifts? An ya picked out the thing I wanted ta get fer her.. so I had ta turn around and go ta Ariel and that little jewlery shop or she woulda gotten gun oil and cleaner for a gift?" <English>

"And, no need to go to mother for protection either." Kerwyn says aside to her father, "She made sure I took care of that before leaving home to head to the Lula." That said, she falls quiet for the grace that is given over the food that sits on the plates before each of them, eyes closing as she sits, soon to murmur her own 'Amen' when the end is reached. Opening her eyes and letting her hands drop from those held, she picks up utensils to being to cut into her perfectly grilled steak, sighing at the tenderness that is felt even before the piece is placed in her mouth. Her own expression mirrors that of Trista's across the table. Yep, pure heaven. Hearing Loch's words, she snorts, swallowing to say, "You were going to get me the undershirt? I think I prefer your second choice from you..." Though, oddly, the shirt makes sense from either one of them in the end! <English>

Lars continues eating as the 'kids' talk 'shop' or what passes for it. He nods to Trista, mouth too full for a moment to speak. "Well said, young lady. You have a good head on your shoulders." Turning to Lochlan as the man speaks, he blinks, "You were going to... Wait. I do believe that I am confused. You were going to give my daughter gun oil and cleaner? Or... And what jewlery store? Was it a good one? I have been looking for something special..." He blinks and looks to Kerwyn and nods an aside of his own, "Good. Thank you for letting me know. Your mother neglected to mention that tidbit." He placidly takes another bite of the excellent steak, then shakes his head, "Young people today... You don't give an undershirt, young man. Look. I'll put you in touch with Kerwyn's mother's lingerie designer." Finally, a hint of discomfort touches him and he colors slightly and clears his throat once more, though this time he is fighting a measure of shock, "No... Never mind. That might be a terrible idea." <English>

Trista looks up in time to catch the wink and she listens carefully. The woman looks a little confused for a moment and then nods a few times. "Aye. I do. Why?" Hearing Kerwyn, she smirks. "Agreed. I think the locket was beautiful. Very romantic, Loch." Trista's such a sucker for that stuff. If she could find a guy without 'steely hues' who might be so kind (or overt), she'd probably be in a lot of trouble. But Tris stops chewing at the mention of 'gun oil and leather.' Something else was on her mind. /Then/ he mentions the lingerie designer and she snorts, doing a horrible job of trying to stifle her laughter. <English>

Lochlan winks softly to Lars clearly he was just trying to distract Glit out of her little funk and nods. "Gun oil makes a mighty fine gift Sir.. I would not mind some round them eve of christ time.. mind ya.." Smiling he plays along nodding. "Aye most fine and shiny jewlery.. ya leave the landing pad north then west I belive for the jewler... I am sure ya can find somthing.. ooh and twast a gambison for under the armor we got her mesh to protect her tenderness from rash and rubbin.." only he gets to rub her that much. "Though I have ta admit like running inta her on the dock the locket was a bit of luck." <English>

With a laugh, Kerwyn listens, then grins at her father, "I have to have the gun oil and such at some point, in learning to take care of my equipment. And you know how old Henry beat into my head to always take care of my tools even before I went off to school." Taking time to eat a few bites, she blinks as she looks to her father as he proceeds to talk about the lingerie designer, a brow lifted upwards only to be followed by laughter as it is the Senator's turn to blush! "What's so terrible about the idea. Pretty underthings are always nice to get." Yes, even if she's blushing herself, she's not going to let her father out of that hole he's started to dig just yet! <English>

Oh, thank God and Trista. "Locket?" The Senator, driven to blushing in front of God, his daughter, her friends and, likely, Hildegarde, ceases on the change of subject like a drowning man a life preserver, "Now, that is a fine gift. I gave one to my wife for Christmas one year. When we were very young." Nostalgia... it is such a charming state to visit... But, for heaven's sake do not live there. He finishes the steak, then winks at Lochlan before he stops and stares at the man. The joke, taken so far and no farther, sparks another roar of laughter from Lars and, reaching over, he claps Lochlan on the shoulder. It really is a good thing that he can not read minds or that whole 'rubbing thing'? He'd feel the need to do something. What? No telling. "A gambison... Oh, that is perfect." And then his very own daughter betrays him by returning to the embarassing subject. He harrumphs and then eyes her from beneath bushy brows, "There is nothing wrong with them, my dear. Nothing at all. It is just... Discomfiting for a father to be brought to bear witness so... Er... Suddenly..." Or intimately... "... to the fact that his daughter is a grown woman. Makes me feel old." <English>

Nope, Tris going to keep her mouth shut! Oh look! Potatoes! She digs a fork in happily, letting the trio deal with their own problems for the moment. She hums gleefully to herself. Whether the cause is seeing one of the most powerful men in the 'verse tumbled by his daughter and her beau or maybe its just this delicious food, its really not clear. <English>

Lochlan grins a bit and leans over to the older man looking at him he whispers somthing softly for a few moments then leands back and nods a bit to Ker. "Thank you love.." Glancing to Glit he gets a odd look of pride and silence finishing off most of his plate in silence. <English>

Kerwyn tries her best to look innocent. Honestly, she's having too much fun making her father blush and stammer. Even if she's blushing herself to some degree. "It's a great gift, and I don't get rubbed raw now, so this is a good thing." Nodding her head, she leans to the side as Loch moves to whisper to her father, curiosity to show before she grins at Lars, "Old? But, I'm your youngest... your other kids already have spouses and kids of their own." As if that isn't /more/ a reason for him to feel old that his 'baby' is now serious about someone? "And if I'd been a Companion... such would have been normal for me, well you know." <English>

Trista's silence and fascenation with her food is noted with a wry humor. Then, Lars is distracted by Lochlan's whisper and he shoots the other man a knowing smile and a nod. However, whatever reply might have been forthcoming is killed outright. Lifting both hands, he pretends to clench his chest above where his heart would be. "Ah! To the quick, kitten. To the quick, I say! I am slain where I sit and by my daughter at that." And thus it becomes evident that Hildegarde is actually paying attention for a soft snigger can be heard from the room where she vanished. Lars darts an annoyed, if amused glance that way, then looks back at Kerwyn, "I do realize, pumpkin. But you did not go that route. So, I am entitled to my little dramas. Wouldn't you agree?" On that final query, he opens the conversation to Trista and Lochlan without excluding Kerwyn. <English>

Lochlan breaks decorum its just two hard somtimes "wel yer about four weeks late fer that.." blinks.. maybe he will take it as something else he looks over to Trist.. save me blinked.. three times fast, three long, three fast.. SOS.. ship going down. "I mena the only drama we seen is moving ships really its been very nice other then that.." <English>

There's a few times in life where a woman has to thank God for the events that transpired to lead her to that place. This would be one. Waching Kerwyn tease her father like this is utterly priceless. For all the things in life you can't afford - Visa couldn't touch this with a fleet of freighters all loaded with ten foot poles. But at Keri's last comment, Trista gives a little kick to her friend's foot. "Meimei!" she laughs under her breath. "Don't break your father like that! Its not polite at the dinner table! At least wait for drinks and dessert." She grins and looks back to Lars before digging back at her plate. The feigned heart attack is noted and she giggles a bit. But, it seems she can't finish and pushes back from the table. "Oh, you're her father. I imagine you're entitled to that as well as heartache, joy, and the occasional threat involving a shotgun and a shovel. There are certain things that I can imagine transcend social stature, sir." Like wanting to murder a potential son in law! When Lochlan says that, though, her ideas are confirmed. Stares at him...the blinks totally lost on her. <English>

Kerwyn offers Trista a look when she nudges her foot, "Whaaat?" Still, laughter is there, exchanged easily enough with lover, friend and father. Especially as her father falls into his dramatics, and leaves her giggling quietly, unable to drink, much less eat anything more of her food. "Keep it up.. I'll find you an old walker instead of that hover chair." Still wondering of that whisper, she blushes a touch, but sticks her tongue out at her father, "You know well enough that Mother gave me a liking for nice things against the skin anyway. And you've seen me dress up a few times." Nice, somewhat showy skimpy dresses to some degree. The sort that doesn't seem to need underwear, if you don't want those horrible panty lines to show! Still, when Loch speaks up, she blinks, turning to him, and /blushes/ to rival anything her father did before. "Well.. hmm.." Yes, saving would be good. "Dessert?" Did she just squeak a touch there? <English>

Lars parts his lips to continue the banter with the fine young people at the table. He tries. Really, he does. But, there are some things that a father should never hear from a boyfriend, no matter how much said boyfriend has won the man over so far. As Lochlan admits that Kerwyn and he have been sharing the sort of intimacy that results in tiny little people wandering around underfoot... The man begins to flush, though not with mirth. Oh no. No, this is a deeper red than amusement, and the look in his eyes is one that harbours murder. Perhaps Trista's suggestion of a shotgun and a shovel might be far more use than anyone might have imagined. When he speaks, it is with the nearly inflectionless fury of a man who's baby... his pride and joy... the very apple of his eye... has been... Well. Not violated, for that would be hypocritical. No. "Mr. Wills..." So much for the light hearted, devil may care politician... This is the young woman's Father, after all. "I suggest that it would be prudent of you to find somewhere else to be for the next few hours."

Once more, Hildegarde appears from the other room. She motions for Lochlan to follow her as the Senator says, "My aide will see you to your ship." While it can be fun to flaunt tradition and decorum, it is a very bad thing to suggest that a man's little girl is anything but 'pure'. "Perhaps... we shall have another discussion another day." <English>

Lochlan arches a brow and stands smoothly. "I am not sure what you are thinkig.. but it was four weeks ago we changed ships.. but as ya wish.. was never much a fan of Desert.." Goood cover.. the Poloticions the rude one now.. He nods to the girls and just turns to leave, his even stride broken by the sound of his brace. "Ya can Stay Hilde..I got a feeling he is lookin fer things at this point.." Leaning downhe kisses Ker softly on the forhead and moves off and out of the suit.. Poker face intact.. slip covered as far as he cares to cover it. <English>

Trista stares at Lochlan as he leaves. She's not entirely embarassed..just completely surprised that left his mind. Though maybe he shouldn't be. Especially after the 'stripper' comment he made. "Well..Hildegarde I guess you could join us if you like?? It seems we have an open seat!" The brunette blinks a few times and looks to Lars. "Uhm, I really don't even know how to apologize for that, sir. I've known him for a good amount of time and sometimes he..uhm..doesn't know when thins aren't appropriate." <English>

Kerwyn just sits there, completely and utterly shocked by what happens. Both by Loch's words and actions as he leaves, and her own father's anger. Rising from her chair, her hands upon the table, she watches as Loch leaves, indecision to show as to whether or not she should follow him. A large part of her wishes to do just that, while another says she should stay. Looking to Lars, she finally says quietly once Trista has spoken, "He might not be the perfect choice for me that you or Mother might have had, but he loves /me/. Kerwyn. Ker. Not the daughter of Senator Davis, or the daughter of Companion Vivian Greystone. He's a little rough around the edges, and his jokes might not be the best, but it's more that he is nervous and feels out of place..." There's actually tears in her eyes as she shakes her head, "He's always worried that he is not good enough for me. That I am out of his league.. " <English>

Hildegarde steps to one side as Lochlan moves past and out the door. She shakes her head slightly, then turns a smile to Trista at the invitation. "Thank you, Miss Zachary. Perhaps another time?" The lifted inflection that indicates a question is slight, though likely heartfelt. Turning to the little room once more, she speaks quietly into a mic, vanishing behind the door.

Lars does not watch the young man leave though he did stand as Lochlan did. After hearing the door close, he lifts a brow and nods to Trista, "Thank you. It is good of you to stick up for your friend. Has it been four weeks since you left the Leviathon? If..." And then Kerwyn places her hands on the table and Lars looks at her. Uh-oh. Red-Headed outbursts. As he listens to his child give him what for, the conflicted emotions within are evident. First, there is pride that she is sticking up for her chosen man. Then, there are hints of embarrassment, for perhaps... just perhaps... the cowboy really did mean something other than what he thought. Though he doubted it. Third...? Well... She is his little girl, gorramit. Softly, then... feeling his way like a blind ant on a pile of leaves, he steps around to take Kerwyn in a hug. Rather than the swing her around in a circle hug, it is a tender hug. If she allows the contact, of course. "Oh, honey. Honey... The only person who can tell if he is the perfect choice for you is you. I am glad that he loves you. I am. If you love him back, then that's all I need. But, pumpkin? Like it or not, that young man is going to have to learn how to behave in society. There will come a time down the road when you two will have to meet your mother." Threat? Promise? Both? "And, like it or not, the two of you will have to meet with your older siblings and their families." Then, he pauses and adds, "Besides that, I was not kidding. In some parts of the Verse, 'them's shootin' words'... And I think he knows it." <English>

Seing her friend about to cry, Tris stands and moves to hug her friend. "Its okay, Meimei. He loves you, hon. Like you said, he's just nervous." She squeezes the woman. Little Keri. The brunette rests her head on Kerwyn's shoulder and looks to Lars. "He means well, sir. He really does. Loch is like a brother to me and he does really care for your daughter. I can honestly tell you that I'd be lucky to find someone like him." Even though she's pretty sure she won't. But a girl can dream, right? Then Daddy moves in for the hug and she steps away. Yes, she'll keep her distance and let them talk it out. Tris glances away and decides it might be safer to look out the window..and move in its direction. <English>

"I asked him to come here, and he said yes. He knew we were coming to meet you, and didn't run then. He didn't run either when faced with the guards and everything either. But he's nervous as all.. hell." Kerwyn murmurs, turning to hug her friend. "I know he does. I love him as well." The words are given quietly before she turns to her father when he speaks and moves towards her as well, "As I said, we were on Hera waiting on the Dragon for my birthday.." At the end of February. "If you really want to know, he and I started dating when we were on the Leviathan, almost /two/ months ago." If she has any inkling that Loch might have been trying to goad her father with his words in some wya, it doesn't show. There's a slight tension in her when her father hugs her, though it doesn't last for long. "She'll either accept him as he is, or not. As you said, it's my choice. I am an adult. I do not honestly need either of your permission in the end, Father. I would certainly /like/ it, but I don't need it. I have friends, a man who loves me, and a good crew where I am working my ass off like I've always wanted. And unless you or she ducks low enough to get me fired off the Dragon, I've been accepted by them, including the chief engineer, which by the sounds of it, getting her approval is something that comes along once a blue moon, if then." The girl is rambling now. "They do not have to accept him either, Father. They've never truly even accepted me. They.. put up with me. I doubt they will care one way or another who I am serious with." That said, she steps back a touch to look up at him. "I love him as much as you still love Hannah, even after all these years that she's been dead. I love him for his faults, and his strengths. They make him the man I love, after all. No matter the rumors that might be true of his past. He gave up a lot leaving the Leviathan, and he did that for me and for Trista as well. He's trying so hard..."' <English>

Women. Who understands them? Lars blinks a few times at Trista, but reassuring the young woman about her beauty, kind nature, talents and general desirability would sound creepy coming from someone old enough to be her father. So, rather than delve back into the realm of dangerous territory. So, he blinks owlishly at her and smiles because she is a loyal and true friend. Finally, inspiration strikes and he softens his tone toward gentleness, "You will, Miss. Zachary. I am sure." And then Kerwyn begins her explaination. He listens. From start to finish. He almost stops her at one or two or three points, but does not. When she finishes, he kisses her forehead and steps back, releasing her. His manner is strange and quiet, perhaps with hints of distance growing between them, "First of all, Kerwyn, neither your mother nor I would sabotage your chosen career. Although she does despirately want you to join the Guild, she wants you to be happy even more. I am trying very hard not to be offended that you would even consider it as an option. Second, you are an adult and, if you wish it, I will try to take a hands off approach. At least as far as I am able. But, you must be patient with me, kitten. I am not old enough to have a fully grown girl child. What will the constituents think?" Yes, the joke is given, but in a gentle way. "Third...? While I know a great deal about your man's past, he has made positive steps. While I suspect strongly that these were made to please you, I am not certain. If so, that says something about him that is not all together bad." He nods again, then sighs, "I am sorry that I sent your beau away, Kerwyn." Though he does not seem repentant, "But, try, for a moment, to see it from my perspective. What would you have done had the tables been reversed? If you were the parent and your daughter's boyfriend informed you, however jokingly, that he is fucking your child?" <English>

Trista offers the man a warm smile. "Thank you, sir. Your daughter is fond of telling me the same thing." She leans against the window and watches the two for a moment before looking off to the city sprawled below. She tries not to be too nosey but sometimes you are privey to the inner-workings of your best friend's family first-hand. Even if daddy is just some average joe or..you know..an Alliance god. <English>

"That I do, and will continue to do. Because it's true." See, even in the midst of all this, Kerwyn hasn't forgotten her friend. And whether or not her father will say it or not, the redhead does, "You know well enough what I think of you, Glit. That any man will be lucky to win your heart one day." Sticking up for her friend here as well before she goes off on her rambling conversation about Loch. She's upset, that much is obvious, and she might be saying things that might have surprised her father, but they are said nonetheless. "Consider what an option? Joining the guild? Or that either of you might try something? First off, you know that I would never joint the guild. I can't do what Mother does.. I just.. " she frowns, then shrugs, glancing up at him through her lashes, "I know you do what has to be done somtimes. I know Mother is not above it as well. Each of you wanting me to be happy, and in your own ways, do something you approve of at the same time." Shoulders slump just a touch as she tries to gather her composure, "I don't want you to take such an approach, but at the same time.. you got to give me space to walk on my own. I have to make my own mistakes as well. I can't be protected all the time, or rather.. not by you. I have Loch, Glit, and the crew now. As for your constituents, they have to face the fact that I am not the little girl that use to skip down the halls at the Senate building, or wave at them from your side." The words are given quietly before she tilts her head, "He's done them for me, not to please me, but to protect me. It was his choice to leave the Leviathan, even before I truly considered it. He was the one that suggested it, then made that final decision. HE put his life in danger to do that. For me. To protect me." Of course, the last merely brings a darker color to her cheeks, and her gaze to slide downwards, head bowed slightly, "I think I would have waited to find out just what he might have been referring to first before jumping to conclusions which might not have been right." That said, she lifts her head to meet her father's eyes so much like her own. "I would have tried to handle things a little more smoothly than practically throwing him out of the room and embarrassing my child, and leaving her unsure what she should do, because in the end, she's left hurting one of the men who are important to her - I stay here, I hurt Loch. If I'd walked out with him, I would have hurt you. Gorram if I do, gorram if I don't." Man, she's cursing. Go figure! Never would such words have ever crossed her lips before! <English>

Lars darts an apologetic glance at Trista, then turns to walk away from Kerwyn. "While I have, on occasion, done what was necessary, I can not believe that you think that I would attempt to force you into making a career move. Neither your mother, nor I would do that to you, Kerwyn. Yes. We want you to be happy. Yes, we want you to do something with your life that we can approve of. But... It is your life. You must live it. As long as you are not being grossly self-destructive, neither of us will interfere." He frowns, listening to the rest, "Good Lord, Kerwyn... Where did you get the idea that..." Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to keep lines of communication open, they simply are not. Or, they are slammed closed in your face. Or, you come up against a brick wall where you could have sworn a window existed. He watches as the trust he thought was there is revealed to be a sham. "Kerwyn..." Some of what is said he can not deal with, can not process. Some, however, he can comment on. "I will bet you credits to doughnuts that I was right, kitten. And I will further bet you that he will never admit it." A heaviness settles around the man and he lifts a hand to his child, "Go to him, Kerwyn. The evidence of the failure of trust between us... Well... I am shocked and dismayed at some of the impressions you have evinced. I do not know what, if anything, can be done to fix them. I am certain, however, that you will not be happy staying here while he is gone." Again, he faces Trista, this time; however, he offers her a small bow. "Please forgive me, Miss. Zachary. You should not have had to see this." Turning, he signals Hildegarde and preparations are made for the cavalcade to leave. Finally, he turns to Kerwyn, "I will have the desert sent up. Enough for three. Good night, kitten. Don't forget to call your mother." Turning one final time, he walks heavily toward the door. <English>

The pilot gives a warm smile to her friend. Its understood that she genuinely appreciates the kind words. But listening to Kerwyn speak of her father so does seem to bring her a little discomfort. Trista shrugs off the window and leans a shoulder against it to get a better view. All the lights below..her thoughts drift to the same of her friend not too long before in the same position in the room: The feeling of being a very long way from home. When Lars signals his intention to leave, the woman straightens from the window and nods. "It was an honor to meet you sir. I just wish.." Well there isn't much she can say. She gives him a small wave and looks to her friend. <English>

Talk about things being turned on their head, and leaving Kerwyn completely at loss at what to do. Lips part to speak, and nothing comes as her father has his say, as he jumps to something that actually leaves tears to finally fall. "Failure of trust?" She asks, already shaking her head at that, not hearing anything else for that moment as Lars says his goodbye to Trista. "No.. wait.. Dad, please." Dad, not Father. Moving towards the door, the redhead seeks to catch him before he steps out to wrap her arms around his waist, head pressed to the front of his suit. "I don't know what to do or say.. I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted you to like him, and he to like you. I didnt want trouble.. it wasn't supposed to be like this.. everyone upset and angry and...leaving." <English>

Lars lifts a hand to wave to Trista. He looks at her over his shoulder and shrugs, "Sie la vie, young lady." He does not finish the saying, however. For one thing, the second part is ominous and the final, merely silly. Hildegarde nods as she is beconed to and begins to get the minions in motion. She has nearly gotten everything set up when the Senator's daughter pulls... er... right. She looks to Lars to see which way to jump and when she sees something in the man's face, she draws in a slow breath and begins putting everything back again. Then, moving with an almost stiff formality, she moves into the other room and closes the door. What is she doing in there? Perhaps composing a letter of resignation. Perhaps not.

Lars stops just this side of the door. He turns to regard his child with old, sad eyes. "Yes. Failure of trust, Kerwyn." He licks his lips and rests a hand on her shoulder, then offers a hug, "You are a good girl, Ker. I'm proud of you. You stood up for your friend and your beau. I do like him, for the most part. I did not like what he said. Nor did I like it that he turned it around so that it was not crass. He may have a poker face, from time to time, but he is a terrible liar. I am a professional, Kerwyn. It is my job to know when people are not being truthful. I find it... painful that you think I would deliberately undermine you in any way, just because you are not doing what I think you should. That you have so little faith in your mother and myself. That... Well, that you do not trust us... me. As for this evening? I am sorry that it did not turn out the way you wanted it to, pumpkin. I really am. To be absolutely truthful, I almost wish this evening had not happened. I learned a number of painful things today. Things that I would be happier not knowing." <English>

Trista looks on, hands clasped in front of her. She knows it will be a long night for the both of the women. The sympathy in her eyes betrays it all. She'll be there for Kerwyn until the tears stop. And probably until the eyes droop. She glances to Hildegard at her retreat but just remains the silent witness. <English>

At the moment, Hilde and Trista are both, while not purposely ignored, or not really paid any attention by the redhead who approaches her father near the door. The rest of his hand on her shoulder first before offering the hug she seeks, merely makes the tears fall further as Kerwyn hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry, dad. I just.. so much has been going on, and I try so hard.. to not.. I don't want to just turn tail and run back home to you or mother when things are hard." The words are given quietly before she finally lifts her head to peer up at him. "Me either. I.. didn't mean to hurt you. I trust you. You /know/ I do, dad. I always have and always will. I just.. I'm trying to fit in, trying to make my life, and it just seems at times, I can't do things right. If I'm not screwing up something, I'm hurting someone I love as much as I do you." A sigh escapes, hre head bowed, "Please.. don't just leave? Maybe.. tomorrow? Can we talk again? Or.. " She's trying to patch things up here, not wanting anyone to leave with this hanging like it is. <English>

Lars does, indeed fold Kerwyn into a hug. One hand gentles the woman's hair while the other remains about her shoulders. "Sweety, listen. Parents are like safety nets. You don't have to use them, but if you need us we are here." His voice softens, gentles, and he bends to kiss the top of Kerwyn's head, "I know you did not mean to, kitten." He thinks about the rest for a while in silence, then sighs, "Do not try to fit in, Kerwyn. Either you will or you won't. But, if you try, you compromise who you are. Which may be why you feel you are not doing things right. Any time you have to force yourself into molds that are not you, things fail. It's a given." He smiles at her then and nods, "We can talk again tomorrow, pumpkin... Of course we can. If your ship has to go, I can send you and your friends to meet up with them. Stephen would not mind flying you in my shuttle, I am sure." <English>

Nodding her head at his words, Kerwyn leans into the hug her father gives her. She might be 24, but she's still daddy's little girl in more than one way. Just not overly spoiled. Too much. It's the last bit of advice that he gives her that brings a comment from his daughter, "Remember that when you see and talk to Lochlan again? He's trying to fit into /my/ world, even though I'm telling him to be himself. He's been trying to fit into the crew on the ship, trying to fit into a new 'life'.. and he's making some mistakes here and there." She says quietly before she offers a quiet smile, "I'd like to spend some more time with you if you can manage it." Then, before he might think he can get away, she draws back, only to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, "I love you, daddy. Thank you.. for everything. Sorry tonight has been so... hard." Another kiss to his cheek and she finally moves to step away, hand lifted to wipe away a few of the lingering tears. Trying to be brave, even if she thinks she's somehow screwed things up royally with her father, hating the very idea that she's hurt him tonight. Yep, she's her daddy's girl. <English>

OOC: Scene faded there, with some consolation from father. Players had to head to bed.