Dion Kayl
Member
Location: Dantooine, near a Space Port
Time: 9 pm (relative)
Weather: Cold, Rainy
One minute it was calm, then came a booming thunder, and a deluge began. Standing at the edge of a town atop a high hill, Dion watched as a wall of rain rolled across the grassy plains. As soon as it reached him, he was drenched-- it was more rain than he'd seen since back home during the typhoon season, and unlike that, this rain was cold.
The few people still walking the streets at this time of night scuttled into shelter. Dion, too, sought some relief from the downpour, and found it in the form of small, glowing structure-- upon closer inspection, a simple wooden stand illuminated by lanterns with a slanted roof and a bench facing a table. Behind the table, a Neimoidian basked in the white aura of steam from several simmering pots on a bed of embers, which he was fanning gently before noticing Dion, at which point he flourished his arms and beamed invitingly, booming: "Itadakimasu!" Not recognizing this language, Dion nevertheless was drawn in by the divine scent wafting from those simmering pots. He swept his wet hair back and out of his face, then sat on the bench. He smiled at the Neimoidian, who smiled back with green teeth, and without a word began to serve Dion food and drink. Obligingly, Dion placed what he felt was a more-than-fair amount of credit chips on the bar, and the Neimodian nodded approvingly.
A bowl of soup was placed before him-- a puff of steam hit him in the face, and along with it a rich, salty breath of savory goodness. The bowl contained an assortment of colorful things, including what he figured was an egg of some kind and a few thin slices of meat (presumably pork, but sometimes it was best not to ask, so he didn't). The taste was sensational; Dion's cybernetic tongue was a finely calibrated piece of bio-technology, far more discerning and receptive than a human's, and right now, he didn't regret at all that the original was ripped out without his consent.
The cold from the rain melted out of his body as he ate; he alternated between using a pair of eating sticks to maneuver noodles into his mouth and lifting the bowl to take big slurps of hot broth. Halfway through he set the bowl down and leaned back, exhaling a satisfied puff of steam. The Neimoidian placed two ceramic shot glasses onto the bar and filled them with clear liquid from a jug, passing one of them to Dion. Although he wasn't a drinker, Dion felt it would be rude to refuse, so he lifted the glass and nodded at his host, who lofted his too and toasted, "Kanpai!" Dion repeated, "Kanpai," and they downed the drinks in unison.
One never knows who they'll meet trying to escape the rain.
((OOC: This is open to anyone to sit down and make small talk, discuss the weather, eat some space ramen, or just wait for the storm to pass. A chill thread~ ))
Time: 9 pm (relative)
Weather: Cold, Rainy
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One minute it was calm, then came a booming thunder, and a deluge began. Standing at the edge of a town atop a high hill, Dion watched as a wall of rain rolled across the grassy plains. As soon as it reached him, he was drenched-- it was more rain than he'd seen since back home during the typhoon season, and unlike that, this rain was cold.
The few people still walking the streets at this time of night scuttled into shelter. Dion, too, sought some relief from the downpour, and found it in the form of small, glowing structure-- upon closer inspection, a simple wooden stand illuminated by lanterns with a slanted roof and a bench facing a table. Behind the table, a Neimoidian basked in the white aura of steam from several simmering pots on a bed of embers, which he was fanning gently before noticing Dion, at which point he flourished his arms and beamed invitingly, booming: "Itadakimasu!" Not recognizing this language, Dion nevertheless was drawn in by the divine scent wafting from those simmering pots. He swept his wet hair back and out of his face, then sat on the bench. He smiled at the Neimoidian, who smiled back with green teeth, and without a word began to serve Dion food and drink. Obligingly, Dion placed what he felt was a more-than-fair amount of credit chips on the bar, and the Neimodian nodded approvingly.
A bowl of soup was placed before him-- a puff of steam hit him in the face, and along with it a rich, salty breath of savory goodness. The bowl contained an assortment of colorful things, including what he figured was an egg of some kind and a few thin slices of meat (presumably pork, but sometimes it was best not to ask, so he didn't). The taste was sensational; Dion's cybernetic tongue was a finely calibrated piece of bio-technology, far more discerning and receptive than a human's, and right now, he didn't regret at all that the original was ripped out without his consent.
The cold from the rain melted out of his body as he ate; he alternated between using a pair of eating sticks to maneuver noodles into his mouth and lifting the bowl to take big slurps of hot broth. Halfway through he set the bowl down and leaned back, exhaling a satisfied puff of steam. The Neimoidian placed two ceramic shot glasses onto the bar and filled them with clear liquid from a jug, passing one of them to Dion. Although he wasn't a drinker, Dion felt it would be rude to refuse, so he lifted the glass and nodded at his host, who lofted his too and toasted, "Kanpai!" Dion repeated, "Kanpai," and they downed the drinks in unison.
One never knows who they'll meet trying to escape the rain.
((OOC: This is open to anyone to sit down and make small talk, discuss the weather, eat some space ramen, or just wait for the storm to pass. A chill thread~ ))