~Thursday, July 20, 1933~

Maeve Owens: SV: ::a woman walks into the jail, one that Harry might recognize from the day they rescued Maeve and Isaac from their stone prisons. She glancese at Harry, but her gaze quickly goes to the occupants behind the bars::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::remembers seeing the girl before, and her being rather helpful, at that; he smiles but then gets back to reading his dime novel::
YarnKittymon: TJ: ::a man wearing a rather rumpled suit and a loosened tie is sitting in his cell, playing solitaire on the floor, but he looks up when the visitor comes in. His eyes light up, but he quickly hides it, not sure his sister wants to be associated with a criminal::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles slightly, then casts another glance in Harry's direction before she approaches the bars; quietly and rather formally.:: Mr. Jenkins?
YarnKittymon: TJ: ::instantly gets to his feet, slipping his hat back on; quietly:: I'm sorry, miss; do I know you?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she shakes her head:: No, I'm just here to do some research on some of the crimes happening around the island as of late. ::she glances at Harry out of the corner of her eye just to see what he's doing::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::has his eyes on his novel, but they aren't following the words::
YarnKittymon: TJ: ::smirks:: I'm innocent!
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she lowers her voice:: Really? Then what have you been doing all this time. ::she positions herself to where Harry can't see her face, and she grins at her brother::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::raises his eyes from his book once the woman's looking away::
YarnKittymon: TJ: Rotting in jail, waiting for a fair trial.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::can't restrain a tiny laugh::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she frowns, and glances towards Harry for a moment, then back at her brother:: How long have you been here?
YarnKittymon: TJ: They hauled me in late last night.
Maeve Owens: SV: And before that? There's been a rumor you had a partner? What of him?
YarnKittymon: TJ: He's doing fine.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::keeping herself turned away from Harry, she smiles pleasantly:: So, how do you plan to prove your "innocence"?
YarnKittymon: TJ: I like to think my testimony would be enough.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she sighs:: Well, is there anything you'd like to tell the folks back home? ::she smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief as if she's gettng away with something::
YarnKittymon: TJ: ::smiles:: Sure, if you're printing it, tell them I love them, and that I'm really a good kid.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles back, and reaches her hand out as if to close the deal, however, there's a note tucked into her palm:: Will do. Thank you for your time.
YarnKittymon: TJ: ::smiles warmly:: No; thank you.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::is still watching, but doesn't see the note::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she nods, and she hesitates before leaving, but she finally makes herself walk out::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::clears his throat as the girl leaves:: Hey, hold on a second.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she pauses, taking the time to gather her wits before she slowly turns to face him:: Yes? What can I do for you?
YarnKittymon: HR: I saw you when three of our town's citizens were under a spell but I wasn't able to properly introduce myself. ::extends his hand:: Harry Chalmers.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she cant help the pleased grin that takes over her features as she reaches out to shake the offered her hand.:: Stephanie Vallero. It's nice to meet you.
YarnKittymon: HR: So I take it you're a reporter?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she nods:: Yes. I was doing a story on what had happened the day that you saw me.
YarnKittymon: HR: I haven't seen your work anywhere; what do you write for?
Maeve Owens: SV: Most of the time I gather news for the radio shows so theres nothing really in print unless I send something out to a magazine. They have one in the hometown Mr. Jenkins is from, and I know of a woman there whom I'm simply doing a favor for.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::nods:: I see. ::after a moment:: So you're just in town for the afternoon?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she nods:: It looks that way. ::adds quickly:: Although I might come back for the trial.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smiles:: Any chance you might want to stay for dinner tonight?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she grins:: Well, I see no point in rushing out of town.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::his smile grows wider:: My shift's through at six; where can I meet you?
Maeve Owens: SV: Well, I have some business over at the radio station but I guess I can meet you back here at that time?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smiles weakly:: Sure, if you don't mind going out with me dressed like *this*. ::motions to his ridiculous guard uniform::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smirks; then quietly teases:: Well, I rather like a man in uniform, but if you'd rather take the time to change we could always meet at 6:30 at that little outdoor cafe in town.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs:: I think you'd prefer that. I'll look forward to seeing you then.
Maeve Owens: SV: All right. ::she smile warmly at him, casts one last look at Trent, and moves towards the door once again::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::does glance back at Trent as well, but the man's sat back down to finish his card game::

Maeve Owens: SV: ::right at 6:30 she shows up at the agreed meeting place. She's wearing a nice simple dress, but she still looks stunning in it, if one goes for the girl next door look::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::is about two minutes early, wearing a button-up shirt, with his dark hair slicked back and ironed pants; he smiles when Stephanie approaches:: Good evening.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she runs tucks a short strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear, although, the piece doesn't stay. She smiles:: Hello. I trust your prisoner hasn't given you any problems?
YarnKittymon: HR: He got a papercut on one of those cards of his, but that's it.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs:: I'm sorry. You must be awful bored in this town. I don't imagine much happens around here all the time.
YarnKittymon: HR: We get movies most the time, and I'm usually busy working. It's nearly as good as Gate Town, really.
Maeve Owens: SV: Oh, I'm sure it is. But I don't hear of much crime being committed there either. Or I have I been talking to the wrong people?
YarnKittymon: HR: I don't know about Gate Town, but it seems like something big happens here every week or so. And we have a lot of tourists, so of course sometimes they cause trouble. ::holds out his arm to Stephanie::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles, and takes a hold of his arm:: Really? Tell me then, what's the most exciting thing you've had happen around here? And I've already heard about the Basilisk.
YarnKittymon: HR: *Most* exciting was when all the variants on the island lost their powers and we brought them back...but I guess you probably know about that. ::smirks as they're seated; he pulls Stephanie's chair back for her::
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles at him as she sits down:: Yes, I did hear about that. I thought your name sounded familiar.
YarnKittymon: HR: I can't claim to take *all* the credit for that, though. ::he's about to launch into another lie about some adventure he hasn't had, but looking at the girl, he's surprised to realize he doesn't want to win her with false stories:: What about you, Miss Vallero?
Maeve Owens: SV: Me? Oh, the stories I follow don't lead me on any exciting adventures. I suppose that's why I like to find out about everyone elses.
YarnKittymon: HR: Okay, okay, then what's the most *boring* story you've ever worked on?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smirks:: Pick a trial, and I've probably covered it. Those are the most boring to sit on, and report about the dealing of what happened.
YarnKittymon: HR: What sorts of trials? Not one that's exciting?
Maeve Owens: SV: Well, okay, I admit there might have been a few that were interesting enough to catch ones attention. But those are definitely not something one wants to discuss over dinner. ;:she grins::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs:: Fair enough. What about your hometown, your family? Or is that more you'd rather not speak of at a meal?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::even though she hesitates, the smile never leaves her face:: No, I don't suppose it's enough to make one lose their appetite over.
YarnKittymon: HR: Where are you from, then, Miss Vallero?
Maeve Owens: SV: Arcadia. ::although inwardly she winces:: My parents both passed away quite a while back. ::she smiles a bit:: How about you?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::quietly:: I'm sorry about your parents.... I'm from New York, actually.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::her eyes widen in surprise:: Really? Whatever possessed you to move from a fast pace place like that to a mostly quiet town?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::shrugs:: Looking for a change of pace, you might say. I passed through Arcadia a couple times; compared to there, this place must seem like a metropolis.
Maeve Owens:SV: ::she nods:: It does at that. Probably why I don't go home often.
YarnKittymon: HR: Do you still live there?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she shakes her head:: I roam.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smiles:: I've been there. It's not a bad life, if you don't mind not having a place to come home to.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles:: Sometimes I think it might be nice but then I might tire of the same mundane things day after day. ::she pauses for a moment, tilting her head to the side:: Does that mean you were doing something else before you became a guard?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::grins:: Just a wanderer, doing odd jobs. But it's not so bad, settling down.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::cant help but grin back:: Really? And you dont ever get the urge to break free of the normal and set out again?
YarnKittymon: HR: Not 'til this gig falls through, at least.
Maeve Owens: SV: :she nods:: Fair enough. I guess there is a lot of satisfaction in saving people's lives.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::nods:: Most of what we do is just day-to-day work...not quite kittens out of trees, but not much more. But it's kind of fun being respected and getting called "sir" by grown men and women.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs:: I never heard it put that way before. In my work I mostly here "this is no place for a woman". ::her nose wrinkles in disgust::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::winks:: So you never thought of being a seamstress?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs:: In that case I'd hear "get out, you couldn't sow a straight line if your life depended on it".
YarnKittymon: HR: Schoolteacher? Nurse? There's all sorts of jobs ordinary women can take, without offending any man.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smirks:: Well, I'm not out to please any so I guess I don't care if I offend them.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::smiles:: I like to see spirited women.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::smiles back:: Well, it's not bad meeting a man who doesn't mind seeing spirited women.
YarnKittymon: HR: Although, it seems most the women out here have quite a bit of spunk. Is that a Kitar Island trait, or just a Marquis thing?
Maeve Owens: SV: It might be a Marquis thing. Most women back in Arcadia are part of the women's sewing circle.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::teasing:: Women's sewing circle? Does that mean there's a men's sewing circle that they aren't allowed to join?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she shakes her head, laughing quietly: Very funny.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::grins:: No, I'm serious! When I split a seam from flexing my giant biceps, it'd be nice to be able to fix it!
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs outright at that:: Well, then perhaps you should start one up. Men should take responsibility for their own sewing anyway. ::she grins::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::still grinning:: Until I get a pretty little wife at home who likes doing those sort of things. And at this rate it looks like that could be a while.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smirks:: Well, then maybe you're looking for the wrong kind of girl.
YarnKittymon: HR: What can I say? I've always liked a challenge.
Maeve Owens: SV: Finding the right person is always a challenge. Sometimes I think too much of one. But those are always the best kind.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs:: So you're looking for a little man to mend your dresses for you?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she nods:: Yep. And one who can also cook, *and* clean.
YarnKittymon: HR: Well, good luck with that...I'd suggest you get enough money together to hire a butler, and see if you can seduce him.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs:: Yeah. But then again where's the challenge in that?
YarnKittymon: HR: ::grins:: Well, if you find a man to marry who's thrilled to do your laundry and cooking for you all the time, I'll give you a gold piece.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she raises an eyebrow at him:: Hmm. A gold piece eh? Well, one always needs some kind of an incentive.
YarnKittymon: HR: But that means you have to find something to wager me on. Unless you don't think it's right for ladies to bet, of course.
Maeve Owens: SV: Luck me a lady. And I'd wager the same but there's entirely too many girls around these parts willing to be housewives. A pity too, really.
YarnKittymon: HR: What kind of woman would you like me to find, then?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she shrugs:: The opposite of what you want is sitting right here, and I can hardly wager that kind of woman.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs:: Well, I'm buying you dinner, aren't I?
Maeve Owens: SV: Yes you are. Does that mean you're willing to be a live at home kind of guy? ::she winks, so its obvious that she's teasing, and far from what she wants::
YarnKittymon: HR: ::winks back:: Sure, if you'll stay at home with me. I suppose we'd both get fired from our jobs, but we'd have some fun, wouldn't we?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles:: A life of leisure? I could deal with that.
YarnKittymon: HR: I'd suggest we try winning a lottery, but then we'd be thrown in jail with Mr. Jenkins, I'm afraid.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles slightly:: Yes, that'd be something to avoid.
YarnKittymon: HR: So your story's going to be about crimes? You could've found a more interesting subject than *him.*
Maeve Owens: SV: Well, as I said, I was doing the favor for a friend. Even less exciting things happen in Adraik.
YarnKittymon: HR: Butter churning competitions? Roving gangs of rabbits? Come on, give me a hint.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smirks:: Well, last year someone was knocked over when a rolling tire went off course at the annual tireathon.
YarnKittymon: HR: Tireathon? What, like bicycles? That would be a story, you know...
Maeve Owens: SV: Yeah. Too bad they take the tires off and roll them down the hill to see whose most colorful tire, since they usually paint them, will make it down the hill the farthest.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs warmly:: I can't believe I've never heard of that...that must be something to see. Who won the last one?
Maeve Owens: SV: I suppose. Although I'd be embarrassed to say that I came from a place that had such a thing. And I believe last years winner was a Mr. Cheever. 40 years old, three kids, a wife, and a rather boring job at the grocery store.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::laughs:: Did he do a good job with the paint?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she frowns:: I'm not entirely sure but it could have been pictures of produce
YarnKittymon: HR: ::jokingly:: And you call yourself a reporter. ::a bit more seriously:: Seems to me your talents are wasted in those little towns, though. You never set your sights on something higher?
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she laughs:: Oh, I've thought about it from time to time.
YarnKittymon: HR: I guess there's not many permanent positions at the radio station?
Maeve Owens: SV: Yes, I suppose there is. Maybe when I'm ready to stay in one place.
YarnKittymon: HR: ::a little thoughtfully:: I don't know if you think so, but I've seen it's not so much where you are, as who you're around, that matters. ::shrugs:: If that means anything to you.
Maeve Owens: SV: It does. Having someone you want to spend time with makes all the difference in the world.
YarnKittymon: : ::when the waiter brings the wine Harry ordered, he raises a glass to Stephanie:: Here's hoping you find that person soon.
Maeve Owens: SV: ::she smiles, and raises her own glass:: May you as well.


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