Forum:The Efate Run: FIRST MEAL

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In accordance with Megan's request to post the scenes separately, I'm trying it out here. Like Thomas, I don't really see the need for such an arrangement, but on the other hand, I don't see any reason to not do it.

Anyway, this is the second scene of chapter 2. Once it's finished, I'll move it over to the Chapter 2 page.

Main Lounge, Silver Sphinx, 17:00 028-1120

Mealtimes on the Sphinx, as established by Captain Allbright and not changed by Acting Captain Kerana, are breakfast at 9:00, lunch at 13:00, and dinner at 17:00. Today lunch was a buffet of bread and cold cuts and didn't count as a real meal. Dinner now is thus First Meal, a tradition observed on the Sphinx as on many other ships in Charted Space, where an extra good meal is served and all passengers and as many crew as can be spared from running the ship attend in order to get to know one another.

[Megan, feel free to add some details about the menu, if you like. [Hans]]

In the captain's chair at one end of the table Gani Stennetii sits in for Pat Kerana, who's on the bridge with Chip Uamdar. Khugi Kerana, UTP's Chief Operations Officer and Duchesa Elanor both head for the seat at the opposite end of the table. The duchesa gives Kerana a cold, haughty stare, but he defuses the potentially awkward situation by bowing and pulling the chair out for her and seating her before sitting down to her left. Doris Hill, the duchesa's personal assistant, quickly takes the seat to her right and Kline, Kerana's assistant, takes the one to his left.

The rest of the passengers and crew, except for Alishia Simmonds, who's keeping an eye on the engines, range themselves around the table[*]. They busy themselves filling their plates and glasses, then look up to see who will get the conversational ball rolling.

[*] That's Zygmunt Wojciechowski from Forboldn, the three Aslans, The Reverend Richenda Tuchemova from Regina, Rouube Gaaksika from Enope, Padfoot, Roughbark, Rolf Barker, and Josh Freed.

[Bralt may or may not be there. If we don't hear from John Wood soon, I'll begin looking into replacing him. [Hans]]

[Karl, you're not going to Efate. You're going to Forboldn.]

So, are we going to be at Forboldn long enough for a decent shore leave? I figured we'd just drop off cargo and passengers and keep heading for Efate.

I'm going to let Gabon pose that question and let one of the NPCs answer it (see below) ;-).

"I've never been to Forboldn before," says Gabon. "Where's the best place to go play tourist?"

The Duchesa puts on a patronizing smile. "The place is a bit of a backwater, I'm afraid. Not much touristy stuff to do. Personally, I'm going there to study the flora and fauna, particularly species introduced by the Zhodani two thousand years ago. I'm by way of being a bit of an expert on the subject."

"What do you mean, there's nothing for a tourist to do?" breaks in Zygmunt Wojciechowski. "Forboldn has plenty to offer. What kind of fun were you looking for, Chief? They've got good theater in the capital. You can find just about any play in Humaniti being done on the boards."

"Actually I was thinking of a camping trip if we've got enough time before we head out again. I love being out in the forest even with a respirator on."

Zygmunt laughs. "Rent a boat, Chief. The biggest trees are in the Neasnic Swamp."

"How dare you suggest that!" burst out the Rev. Richenda. "Chief Roughbark, the Neasnic Swamp is the most hazardous area on the planet, please don't let this--" a suitable word seems difficult to find "--man trick you into endangering yourself!"

Gabon tries to smooth this over. "Thank you, Reverend, but I'm sure Mr. Wojciechowski expected me to take all sensible precautions."

Zygmunt nods, backing down before the cleric's anger. "Sure, sure. I was joking, anyway. You wouldn't have time to get there and back on a normal layover. But if you ever do go, be sure to pack a chill suit. The place is in the lowlands and right near the equator. It's hot as h... hot as anything down there. If your suit pops a gasket, you'll boil from the inside out."

Rev. Richenda says, "It would be more practical to visit one of the wilderness preserves on the Wueldn Plateau. It has the added advantage that you won't need to wear a breath mask."

"How long are we going to be on Forboldn, anyway," Gabon asks. "Long enough for a decent shore leave? I figured we'd just drop off cargo and passengers and keep heading for Efate."

"You're used to working on a regularly scheduled freighter, aren't you, Mr. Roughbark?" Khugi Kerani replies. "For such ships, layovers are seldom longer than a day or so, because companies have factors who do their best before the ship even arrives to line up cargo and passengers ready for loading and embarkation. But ships on unscheduled trips, like the one Silver Sphinx is on right now, have to spend time after they arrive in a system to line up cargo and passengers from scratch. Rule of thumb is that it takes about five days to do so, although local conditions can change that. My guess is that you'll have a few days to yourself on Forboldn, though that's for your captain to decide, of course. As for your next destination, that hasn't been decided yet, and will depend on what we find when we get there."

"Mr. Kerani is correct" Gani adds. "Though I doubt there will much time for sight seeing. Port time is usually the busiest time for a free trader, particularly for a smaller world like Forboldn. You can probably plan on a few hours wandering the port town."

"I do remember running into one hot-shot pilot, " Gani continues, "who liked to spend his planet-side time trying to make a round-the-planet trip on his overpowered grav cycle. He had more than one tale to tell about the locals objecting to his hobby."