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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 19:56:44 GMT -5
"We can go to dinner. It might be good for the three of us to go out together. Anyway, I am sure there are plenty of things about the rebel movement that we can discuss."
Bassarov is eager to go out and try to distract himself from his conversation with Sayuka. It really does bother him. He has always tried to be true to himself. But, maybe she is right, maybe he does rely too much on the opinion of others.
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Post by Danuel Stinin on Jan 23, 2005 19:57:51 GMT -5
Dan thinks for a moment. "Well... when I was younger I used to explore. Me and some of the other guys in my group used to LARP in the sewers. Alot of the sewer system is disconnected on the edge of town so it' not that bad to hang around in. You might try finding a junction down there. You could fit a few dozen guys in some of the places we found. Of course, the government might have fixed everything by now... but I doubt it."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 23, 2005 19:58:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose..." I say, scratching my head, and somewhat offput by how business like she mentioned us needing a relationship.
"Dinner would be nice, where should we go?"
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Post by Hope98 on Jan 23, 2005 20:00:33 GMT -5
"Thanks Daniel, that's a wonderful idea. I will go down there and check it out. If I decide to have the meeting there, I hope you will come and observe. It could be a learning experience."
I cheerfully leave the house and set off for the sewers. As gross as the idea sounds, maybe there is a more pleasant place to meet down there.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 20:01:23 GMT -5
"There is the bistro." I say. Bassarov and I went there the few times we did go on an almost-date, and I frequently eat there.
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Post by Surma on Jan 23, 2005 20:04:53 GMT -5
Surma began to sing along with the others. He moved his eyes towards the kampa, seeing if it will react to the song.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 20:05:23 GMT -5
"Sure, that is as good a place as any. I don't really care where we go. But if we are going to the bistro, we should leave quickly."
Bassarov says as a pun related to the Russian word obistro, which means quickly.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 23, 2005 20:06:24 GMT -5
I laugh.
"Oh Vossya. You've been spending too much time around me." I say, motioning for the door.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jan 23, 2005 20:08:04 GMT -5
"I don't mind buttoning you up," she smiled as she toke his shirt and fixed the buttons, she made sure to lightly brush her fingers along his skin.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 20:08:35 GMT -5
I smile slightly as I pull on my jacket. I turn to Sephos briefly "We'll be back later, if you want you can go to my room and start taking care of Erika's stuff." With that I step out of the room, light a cigarette and wait for the men to follow me.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 20:08:51 GMT -5
The three head out "quickly' for the bistro, and Bassarov makes no more corny jokes or puns along the way. He will leave that to Mischa, since that is what he excells at.
They arrive at the bistro and take their seats. Bassarov isn't overly hungry, and decides to order something light.
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Post by Danuel Stinin on Jan 23, 2005 20:09:53 GMT -5
"Go to meetings... not likely. I' been seen, captured, and flogged..." Dan smiles to himself. But the Red Mage can go.
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 23, 2005 20:10:12 GMT -5
Iris looked a bit confused. "No I haven't."
Breifly looking at their laced fingers, she gently squeezed them for a second.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 23, 2005 20:11:47 GMT -5
The three of us head out of the apartment, and walk down the street. I begin to wonder what I should say to Zero for us to develop a sort of relationship.
"So Zero... What would you prefer, a rifle or a carbine?" I ask as though I were asking if she'd like her salad with or without dressing.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 20:14:31 GMT -5
As we walk I answer Mischa's question. "Personally a carbine suits me better. Most of what I do is at fairly close range, and a rifle is clumbsy in close quarters like that."
When we arrive I sit down in the comfortable seat. The nice thing about three people at a small round table is that everyone is beside everyone else, which is good. I am hungry but I settle for two beef and black bread sandwiches, I don't want to eat like a hog after all...
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