[Bazaar] Looking around

[JasonNightcaster]

Still staring at Echo, Jason doesn't even notice the flying Fox or the departing Sigma.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?" Jason asks, his ears turning bright red, then seeming to snap back to reality, "Um, so, yeah. I don't think there's anything else I need to do for it. Doctor Stone has the last part I need, so once I collect that it's off to find a sun spirit." He shakes his head as if to clear the rest of the cobwebs, and mutters under his breath "Nail polish? What were you thinking?!?"

Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[Solitaire]

Across the street from Sigma and Fox, but within hearing of Echo and Jason; a lone, out of place, public telephone begins ringing very loudly.

[Echo Gamin]

The lovely eyes in question open wide and Echo blushes deep pink. "I-- oh-- um-- wow--well-- thank you!" Gaining confidence, she begins, "Um, Sun spirit? Maybe we could get a soda and you could explain..." She is trying VERY hard to ignore the ringing phone but it seems quite loud and insistant. It's terribly distracting. "Oh! Darnit! Jason, I think that wretched thing is ringing at me. Please don't go anywhere, okay? I'll be right back!"

With a quick burst of super speed the girl reaches the phone. Lifting the reciever, she snaps with exasperation."What!?!?" With a sigh and a grumble she adds grudgingly and very quickly, "Um, I mean, This is Echo Gamin of House Octagon, Senior Administrator of Research and Development for Paladin Industries. You've reached the Bazaar. How may I help you?"

She looks over her shoulder to make sure the Citadel isn't leaving.

[Echo Gamin]

A moment or so later Echo nods, and looks to where the Fox, the Galahad, the smoking spacecraft and the baguette are assembled in the alley. She can be heard saying "Right. I'll let them know." She seems to say something else into the phone but is distractedly looking at Jason and smiling. She coughs loudly. "You'll hold?"

She sets the reciever horizontally to rest on the phone so it won't disconnect, and in two more bursts of super speed zips back to Jason. She rolls her dazzling green eyes with exasperation and says "It wasn't even for me! One more sec! I'll be right back! I promise!" and then zips towards the alley. "Sigma! Fox! Phone for you! The Head of House Fleming probably has every listed and unlisted number and frequency in the multiverse at his fingertips but clearly he sees some tactical advantage to interrupting a girl's conversations so she can play executive assistant."

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason seems about to reply to the offer of a drink when Echo zips off. He looks a bit startled at the sudden departure, but then catches up with what Echo said and starts pacing, not with impatience but more as something to do. Each time Echo looks at him his ears will turn bright red and he'll look away, as if she caught him doing something he shouldn't have been.

Again as Echo zips back, Jason seems about to say something but as she is off again before the thought can fully form, he ends up standing there with his mouth open and nothing coming out.


Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[sigmacaine]

((Wow, I had a post set to answer the phone and never actually hit post...))
 
Sigma jogs over to the phone and takes it from Echo, telling her, "Thank you" before speaking into the phone. "Moshi-moshi."

[Echo Gamin]

Relieved of her messenger duties, Echo blitzes back to Jason and skids to a stop in front of him. A little cloud of dust swirls about her feet but she hasn't broken a sweat. Nevertheless, she's a little out of breath from the adrenaline burst.

"Sorry about that!" She says with a bashful grin. "I kinda have to be a good little Paladin employee if a phone is ringing unanswered in the bazaar." She looks up at him nervously. He stands easily a half foot taller than the petite Octagon, but it's clearly not his stature that has her jittery. She bites her lip and says "Um, so... Soda...? and Sun Spirits? Or maye you'd rather go for an ice cream? I'd really like to hear about your quest." She flashes him a hopeful smile.

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason smiles down at Echo, "It's not a problem, I am in no rush. After all, I came here to find you." He offers Echo his arm and says, "I think a soda would be nice."

Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[Echo Gamin]

Echo blushes again from top to toe. (Which really isn't such a long distance). She takes his arm with a little giggle and with her other hand points towards a kiosk. "I'm not sure what else there is besides Palmart. We can check the directory though...." And she leads him in that direction.

[sigmacaine]

Over on the phone, Sigma looks puzzled. "To pick up an order? I hardly think I need assistance." Shortly afterwards he says, "Odd. But fine," and then hangs up the phone. He moseys on over to Fox. "The Fleming are being really unsubtle again. He probably wants to chat conspiracy. Invited you, too. If you're bored."

[Fox McCloud]

(Fox is wearing the crashed craft.)

Fox wonders over to sigma.  "Yeah sure.  I will come along......Never really done any work for a Fleming before.  At least as far as I know.  I assume that they pay....Hopefully well." 

[sigmacaine]

"Oh, they'll probably spill some information, then claim you need to pay them for it, but if you do this favor for them, blah blah blah, try to get you to work for them without paying you. Look their gift horses in the mouth." He glances up and down at Fox's suit. "I hope they bring the big car." Sigma starts to walk out of the Bazaar, baguette still firmly in hand.

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason grins as he is led by the little Octagon, "So, Echo, I missed you at the last Gathering. I was looking forward to seeing you there."

[Fox McCloud]

Fox points to the bagette saying jokeingly. "I hope you planned on shareing."

[Solitaire]

As Fox and Sigma reach the limits of the Bazaar, their path is intercepted by a Mercedes SL 65 AMG, obsidian black, with blacked out windows.  The passenger side door opens, as from inside the car's dark chamber, the sound of a symphony playing a rousing rendition of Dvorak's Slavonic Dance No. 8(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrOosUb0shw&feature=related) pours out.  A chauffeur stands at the door, and motions for the pair to enter.