h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

First door from the hallway, modestly lit.

There are shelves of books adorning the walls, and a waiter service.
Around the room are several leather chairs, and many dark corners in which to practice lurking techniques.

*sits in a large chair and has an *

...*a figure in a dark green cloak enters the room... only a slight rustle of the cloth can be heard...moving gracefully...taking mental notes of all possible escape routes...glides to a high backed chair...slides it against a wall...produces a hip flask and silver cup...she slides into the old chair... leaning back, just a bit...the bottom of her dainty face can be seen...dimpled cheeks...red lips...dark hair that spills out from beneath the sides of the hood... flowing down... nearly... touching the floor...the cloak is tossed back and drapped behind a leather half sheath and sliver dagger with a bejeweled handle...black leather riding boots with black satin pants tucked into them show off her waist as the white satin poet's shirt is tightly belted in leather...several pouches of various size hanging from her belt inspire thoughts of what may lie within...sipping from her silver cup...she rests her hand on the butt of the dagger...running tightly gloved leather fingers around each stone...as if it were a warning...she looks around the room...a slight smile palys on her lips...*

evening Pan...
would you like a drink?...

*moves from corner where she's been standing for the last ages, realising that not being seen won't get her the *

plese Ant

*hands Unc an *

How'd you know it was me?...*notices her name on the silver cup...*
I have a drink, thank you....*holds up flask...*I got this my last visit at the invisible store in the nonexistant galaxy. It's endless.

Anyone care for a snort? I mean a sip?

i will stick to this handy bottle of thank you
got to watch for poisoning in this trade

Really? Hadn't thought of it.

...*sniffs her flask...pours another cup full...*

*the air ripples in a shadow, the shadow seems to deepen slightly, before a man in black armor steps out*

[Jango Fet] Hiya! we got anyone to kill?

...*leaping to her feet taking care not to spill the drinks...as the abuse of alcohol is an ugly waste of medicine...within the same move...the dagger now lies firmly in her gloved hand...*
What's this talk of "killing"?! Who sent you? Speak up!
I say! Friend or foe?!
...*rests one foot upon the ottoman...sets her mark on this new shadow of a figure...her eyes burn into eyes that don't blink back...*

*the barrel of a blaster cannon on his shoulder moves slightly to the optimum firing position*

[Jango Fett] friend, and the talk of killing would be to ask if we have any work yet!

...*looks down the barrel...*Hmm. Well then. Freind. Join us in a drink.
Pardon my nerves. I've only just escaped from...*her eyes look away...and she slides back into her chair taking a long drink from her silver cup...slides dagger back into it's place...snapping it closed...*

its ok pan
you dont need to tell us
No clients yet...
but if there is anyone you dont get on with
then we will see what we can do

That's a kind offer. No doubt there's a price involved. Do you 'just' mame as well as, kill?...*that smile, a bit crooked, once again flashes upon her lips...*

well we could mame....
cut price maming

ok first contract
U225019 Robyn_the_queg ExGuild member

Hmm. I donno...Seems I may be getting in with a different, er, type of, er, people here. Seems I've somehow already joined in just by stopping in. Hmm.
I dislike being shanhied.Unless it turns out to be sumthin' totally kool.
...*unties cloak...tosses it onto a hook...sits back...crosses her boots at the ankle...takes a closer look at the company...*Hmm