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The Skies have no Limit
Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Inn--
Plasma slides out of bed, still satisfied by the uneventful trip. He picked up the Tinker's fare, a sphere of brass and copper with complex inner workings. He presses a unremarkable point on the device and it unfolds itself into something very much resembling a clockwork spider. It has eight legs and eight emerald eyes arranged in a circle along the body. It has no defined front, and is about the size of Plama's hand when unfolded. It clicks softly and shuffles up his arm, perching on the back of his neck.
I suppose it'll keep watch for me, though I'm not sure the 'new miracle replacement for engineers' is quite accurate.
He reaches for it and returns it to a sphere state. Then he gives his face a wash from the basin in his room and descends into the bar where Emily is already hard at work, flushed with the effort of serving the breakfast rush on festival day. Plasma shakes his head at those in the bar with drinks already.
If there is such a thing as starting too early, this is it.
He waits for most of them to filter out into the streets, but a small number stays to quietly enjoy their meals or simply evade the crowds for a bit. Spying Mill and Imagine he slips behind the Trading Counter, returning with two coin satchels. He tosses one to each of them.
Plasma
"Here you are then! Bit of a bonus, 150 crowns each. I'll have to find Gareth later. Ah well."
As the patrons drift from the bar and tables, Plasma walks up to Emily who is in the middle of cleaning a glass. She looks up at him with a half annoyed, half curious expression.
Plasma
"Em, you want to go see the festival? I'll make Newt cover the bar. The man still owes me half a dozen favors."
Emily
"Alright. Let me change."
Plasma seems taken aback by the immediate acquiescence, but it quickly fades into a pleased little smile as Emily walks to the back, disappearing behind a door marked "Wild Winds Staff Only". Plasma quickly runs up the stairs as soon as the door shuts and returns swiftly with a resigned looking Newt.
Plasma
"...and I promise, only for the day. We'll be back for the night. Thanks, Newt."
Newt waves him away, an amused expression dancing on his rough features as Emily returns, now wearing a bright, floral patterned dress. For the first time since anyone has seen her she sports wide smile that she seems to be unable to shake, in spite of her own efforts.
Emily
"Let's go, I'm going to drag you through all of the clothing stalls."
She takes Plasma by the hand, leading him from the bar as he turns to Newt, horrified. Newt levels a malevolent grin at him and then the pair are gone.
Newt vaults the bar, and looks around.
Newt
"Anything I can get you folks?"
Piemanlives:
The Skyrunner had departed early that morning to help the city set up for this Spring Festivals main event, The Burren Rocket Race. The crew had helped set up the checkpoints for the race and finally had a chance to rest and enjoy the festival.
Alex
"So you ran into Reagan?"
Richard
"Yeah, that crazy women somehow found us, to think she needed help with the festival though, I mean really now."
Alex
"A bit surprising, pay was good though, also I need you to call up the crew, I need to distribute the pay from our weapons delivery to everyone."
Richard
"Still can't believe you fought off a robbery with a sword, sounds to good to be true, but then again considering I've known you since what? Our time in the Firnfield militia together, that was like what, 6 years ago? Anyways I'll go round up the crew."
It took them a while to round up the 6 other members of the crew, a fairly large crew but the pay was more then enough for the crew to enjoy themselves for the duration of the festival. Deciding to split into groups of 2, the crew split off into different directions to find something to do, which wasn't really hard considering.
--Cathedral City Center--
The entire festival was in full swing, enveloping the entirety of the city and the surrounding towns (Many of which contribute to make Cathedral the economic powerhouse it is). Strolling through the variable stands and street performers were the two female crew members of the Skyrunner.
Dalhia
"You know, you never told me you were the captains daughter."
Lorena
"People don't tend to see the similarities, I mostly take after my mother."
Dalhia
"Really now, huh I wouldn't know though, never met the women."
The pair continued to what seemed like a recruiting booth, it was in fact the sign up station for the rocket race. Putting their names down they began to walk away before continuing the conversation.
Dalhia
"We really are going to go through with this aren't we?"
Lorena
"Like hell we are."
--Cathedral Merchant District--
Alex
"Right then, crew is out and about, the festival is going around and chewing peoples wallets up, all in good fun isn't it?"
He looked to his fellow compatriot who was looking quite haggard and annoyed, it wasn't that the festival was bothering him, it was the company he was keeping that insisted on being company.
Richard
"-I mean come on, we are not doing it."
Reagan
"Oh come on please?"
Richard
"For the hundredth time no! And yes, I have been counting."
Reagan
"Just like you, always paying attention to detail, but come on, have some fun for the first time in your dull life!"
Richard
"Just so you know, my life isn't dull, and no, we are not participating in the race!"
Alex
"Wait, this what that was about?"
He hadn't really been listening in to the conversation, but if this was about the race then.....
Alex
"You know what, I'm in, where do we sign up."
The glare he received from Richard was priceless.
Richard
"You can't be serious."
Alex
"Oh we're doing it. And we will win, even if we lose it's not like we lose anything"
Richard
"I quite like my arms, have I ever told you that?"
Reagan was looking at Alex, she really didn't know him, but he had a tendency of interfering when she teased her ex husband over the years, though, thinking about it now, he kind of her type. Maybe she should give him a bit of a push.
Reagan
"City center. Do you need me to show you the way or can you find it yourself?"
Alex
"Oh don't worry, I know where it is, follow me."
Gryphos:
--Cathedral Merchant District--
Michael was strolling through the various market stalls with two of the Griffinheart's crew, Lionel and Kay, both of whom served as the ship's gunners and would often claim during flights that they could hit Roc flying at full speed with a mortar. They obviously never attempted this as the consequence of succeeding would likely be death by fall. And the consequence for a failed attempt would be grievous injury by claws. But they were decent gunners and loyal crew members to Michael, who was often unofficially referred to as the real captain of the Griffinheart.
Lionel
"So what's up with this woman just arriving out of the blue and getting all cosy with Gareth?"
Michael
"Apparently they have some history."
Lionel
"What kind of history?"
Michael
"A 'legendary tale' of two bounty hunters and the open sky. They participated in less than lawful activities involving merchant ships."
Kay
"Err, if Gareth has that kind of past, shouldn't we report him?"
Michael
"Don't worry, he's served his time in a Yeshan jail. And he seems like a changed man, and he's still our captain and we all owe him our loyalty. For he's saved us more times than I can count."
The two gunners looked down and thought about it, remembering the real 'legendary tales' of Gareth's heroics over the Middle Plains, at Serenity Bay, at Dragontown.
Michael
"I don't know about you, but I think we can let the past slide."
--Cathedral City centre--
Meanwhile, Gareth and Lyre were being dazzled by the vast array of street performers around them, ranging from fire-breathers to magic tricks, all of which created an atmosphere of wonderment.
Lyre
"Isn't this wonderful?"
Gareth
"It really is. When Cathedral decides to put on a show, it does it in spades."
Lyre then wondered over to what seemed like a recruiting booth and Gareth followed.
Gareth
"'Burren Rocket Race'. you can't be thinking-"
Lyre
"Yes."
Gareth just shrugged, unable to think of any reason why not.
Gareth
"Then why not? Put our names down and we'll have at it. Just like the old times."
Lyre put down both of their names down and continued with Gareth around town.
BdrLineAzn:
--Cathedral Merchant District--
Already out and about to see the Festivel, BdrLine tells to the others that he will go and find anything interesting to send back to his mother in Yesha. This leaves Charles, Courage, and Tommy to themselves to enjoy the festivities and vendors. As the three pass one of the carnival sections, they see an open section of land with people standing in a line looking down what looks like a gun range. A man on a small platform is at the side of the range talking through a microphone.
Carnival Man
"Step right up and see who has the sharpest eyes of the Burren. Let your aim be true, your trigger finger fast, so come here to test your skill. In this event we will have speed shooting, an accuracy challenge, and finally a mock shootout between our competitors. Don't be afraid and man up and take this challenge."
The man attracts a crowd as they are all interested in this challenge. Even to an to a recently discharged Gunnery Sergeant.
Courage
"Huh a gun challenge. Now who would want to do that?"
Tommy
"Yeah, besides if you two entered it would be over in a second. Isn't that right Charles. ...Charles? ..."
Wondering why their third friend wasn't responding, they turn to see him already going to the sign-up sheet. As he returns to Courage and Tommy, both of them give him a blank stare. He looks back between the two of them.
Charles
"What?"
Courage
"You signed up, didn't you."
Charles
"Yeah I did, those other guys won't even know what hit them."
Tommy
"With the training you got from Anvala its gonna be a landslide victory for you."
Charles
"You don't know that, there could be other decent gunners out there. And since this is the Cathedral Festival, there are people around the different Fractions here. So there is a chance for a challenge."
Courage and Tommy rolls their eyes as they give in.
Courage
"Alright, so when's this tourney?"
Charles
"Today was only for sign ups and showing the range we will be using. But it goes over a three day period for the single events."
Tommy
"So we won't have to worry and relax today still, nice. So anyone of you guys wonder what is BdrLine up to?"
The two ex-Defenders just shrugs.
Charles
"Like he said he is out shopping for his mom for a while, it's not like he is going to do something rash."
Tommy
"Guess you are right. Come on what else is around this place.
The three continue on their way only to stop once in a while at the many booths. Speaking of their friend BdrLine, he has already gotten items that would have interested his mother, from exotic plants from the Order, wines from the Baronies, to local clothing. He has hired out some porters to help him deliver the merchandise to the docks to be shipped off to Chang-ning as soon as possible.
--Docks--
At the docks, workers are placing all of the items BdrLine have bought into crates. He is talking to the dockmaster about the shipping.
BdrLine
"Yeah all the way to Chang-ning. Address is 711, should be Humanity Court once translated, in the high-class district. If you get lost ask for the Zhao Manor."
As the dockmaster was writing down the address and special instruction to be posted on the the notice boards for any captain willing to make the delivery, he raises an eyebrow at the name.
Dockmaster
"Zhao? Like the richest and most influential couple in the whole Empire?"
BdrLine
"Yeah, why?"
The dockmaster then looks up and down at BdrLine before answering
Dockmaster
"It just that... your aren't dress like the elite Zhao's."
BdrLine
*sigh* "I get that alot. But we are good to go?"
Dockmaster
"Yeah it's all good. You just need to wait for a captain to pick up this job and all of these will be on their way."
Shaking the mans hand, BdrLine thanks him as he heads back to the City to continue the Festival.
--Somewhere in Cathedral--
As now he doesn't have to worry about his mother anymore, BdrLine walks past a jewlery vendor and spots a elegant gold chain necklace with heart shape pendant with a white pearl in the middle. The seller sees BdrLine eyeing the peice.
Vendor
"That pearl came from the seas off the coast of Chaladon. And the gold was crafted in the forges of the Empire. I see you taken a liking to it."
BdrLine
"Yeah, it looks perfect."
Vendor
"Let me guess, gonna buy it for your lady friend huh."
BdrLine
"Yeah, how much?"
Vendor
"It's a bit pricey, around 750 gold."
Smiling, BdrLine takes out a coin pouch and hands it over to the man. The money was the budget that was transferred to him by his mother to buy what she wanted. With the extra cash, he hands gives it to the man who was surprised by the quick amount of money. Staring at the bag, he hands BdrLine the necklace in a felt case. After his shock, he sees BdrLine walking away.
Vendor
"Wait, wait, I have more items for sale if you are interested."
Smiling, BdrLine takes his satchel and places the case inside for safe keeping. Whistling and continuing on his way, he notices a line to a refunding booth. Courious, he nears the booth and reads the sign, Burren Rocket Race".
BdrLine
Ive heard about this race. Really famous. Only the crazy or brave sign up to this...hmm braaaave....hehehe
He gets at the end of the line and waits patiently to sign the paper. Once at the front, instead of putting down his name, he writes down another, Courage Bell. Chuckling to himself, and knowing he will be shunned by his friend for a while, he thinks of plans for the rocket that Courage will use, and a way to tell him.
Plasmarobo:
--Narration--
The impending rocket races had everyone on their toes. The range was just outside the city, in a specially constructed course. Rumors of some sort of prize for anyone who could beat the record set ten years ago abounded.
Plasma spends the day drifting behind Emily who is determined to torture him. At some point he realizes that she's far more interested in mechanics and hydraulics than the clothing. He makes a great show of being cross for the rest of the day as they both miserably wallow in the sea of textiles and jewelry carts.
They eventually encounter Gareth by chance, and Plasma hands him a small bag, thanking him for his services. Plasma glances at Lyre and leers at the pair. Emily drags him away, rolling her eyes.
The pair pass Alex and Richard, and Plasma waves briefly. He glances at the rocket race signups, grimaces, and ignores them.
Those in the Wild Winds find themselves besieged by a large group of revelers who take over much of the Inn, and give Newt a long day of delivering drinks food. The Trading Counter remains closed for the day.
The night comes on slowly. The Festiva laughs in the face of the setting sun, festivities continuing long into the night. Eventually, most people either decide to (in a sudden fit of responsibility) turn in to be rested for the morning, or (as is the more likely case) simply pass out. The rooms of the Wild Winds slowly fill and the day reluctantly comes to a close.
--End Narration--
--End of Day 4--
--Start of Day 5--
--Narration--
The Wild Winds, having closed late last night with Newt throwing some rather obtuse customers into the street, opened a mere few hours later. Plasma stands behind the bar, looking rather chipper. He hums as he takes down the stools and chairs, throws open the doors to the bar, and greets those who spend the night there.
The sounds of sizzling bacon, meat, and other breakfast stuffs fills the room with a pleasant aroma. Emily and Newt are nowhere to be found. Plasma seems to be holding down the fort on his own for today. Still, his smile is ready.
--End Narration--
Plasma glances around at the patrons filtering in. He takes a breath, trying to prepare himself for the festival rush. Not being in Cathedral, or in charge of any kind of services before... it's a bit nerve-wracking. His gaze shifts momentarily to the Staff Only door.
I guess last night was a bit rough on them both. Either that or... well, this would be fairly petty revenge.
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