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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