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November 22, 1998 |
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Gideon Club Sitting Room...
Martin peeks into the Lobby.
Yosannah sits at the bar with her back to him, "He's not here." She doesn't bother to turn around.
Martin steps through the doorway, "Like you know whom I'm looking for."
She spins around in her chair, glasses hanging off the end of her nose, "Who else would you be looking for...oh. Hey, Martin." She smiles softly.
He scratches the back of his neck. "Hey, uh, Yo, Right? It's been awhile. So where is our mutual friend at tonight?"
Delerium comes in from the lobby.
Yo frowns at the fact that he just barely remembered her name but shrugs, "Probably with that..." She pauses as Del peers in through the doorway, "...bimbo from Fairmir. Hey, Del!"
Martin jumps to the side and spins to look at Del. A hand pressed to his chest, he takes a deep breath "Don't sneak up on people like that."
Del pokes her head into the sitting room, the rest of her body quickly following, "Stone?" she asks, then blinks, "Oh! Hi, Yo! Hi... ah... you have company?"
Yo frowns again, "No, Stone is absolutely NOT here." She sighs and folds up the newspaper at the bar.
Martin turns to Yosannah, "Anyhow, Yo, you seem pretty quick on the Stone response. Who else is looking for ..."
Yo sets the paper on her lap, "Who cares. The point is, I'm here and he's.. ah screw it." She takes her glasses off her nose and sets them atop the bar.
Delerium smiles at Martin good naturedly, than wanders into the sitting room more, listening to Yosannah. "You don't miss him, do you?" She sounds incredulous.
Yo shrugs.
Martin slips his hands unto his pockets, "It's just that things are going down right now and I don't want him to get hurt. People are looking for me, and maybe him."
Yo turns to Martin, "Get hurt, what the hell are you talking about?" D
el gives Martin a second, more curious look but he just shrugs, "Nothing you guys want to be involved with. Family business really."
Yosannah turns to Del and rolls her eyes dramatically, "Oooo. Family business." She adjusts herself in her chair.
Del looks sympathetic. That is, before she notices Yosannah's reaction. "Hey, the same thing happens to me, sometimes." She asks Martin kindly, "Are you involved with the local mafia?"
Yo chuckles at this.
Martin walks over towards the bar, lighting a cigarette. "Whatcha drinking?"
Delerium mouths the word, 'Martin'. Her brain cells start firing overtime as she tries to remember something someone once told her in the WEB.
Yo nods at Martin, "Diet Co...I mean," She knocks the can behind the bar, "Pepsi." She smiles, "You two met?"
Delerium heads for the bar, "I don't think so, Yo."
Yo says simply, "Martin, Del. Del, Martin"
Martin pulls out a beer from the bar, using his shirt to get the twistcap off, "Pleasure"
Delerium gives Martin another smile, "Nice to meet you." She also snags a beer, but this seems to be a mistake, as she puts it back and gets a Diet Coke instead.
Yosannah adds, "Del is a doctor, Martin. She lives right in Elbridge by my places."
Del Amends Yo's statement. "Director of the asylum."
Martin settles down in one of the chairs of the room. The cig is placed into an ashtray as he questions, "Don't suppose either of you know when Stone is gonna be around again?"
Yosannah skips over further introductions and shrugs, "Probably late late tonight. He said he had some stuff to do tonight."
Delerium nods, "Well, actually, Martin, You *do* look a little familiar, but I'm having the hardest time placing you."
"Flora is my aunt, if you must. It's a curse, we tend to all look alike."
Yo interrupts, "Flora?! Alayne's Aunt?"
Martin groans faintly, "Busted"
Del processes these names with the usual aplomb, not really putting two and two together.
Yosannah tries to explain to Del, "Alayne. You know. Stone's bimbo." She nods like this should solve all questions.
Delerium says, "Yo, that isn't very nice. I've met Alayne, she's quiet friendly."
Martin tries to sound positive, "Alayne's a very nice girl."
Yo shrugs, "Nobody said she wasn't a nice... Anyway," she sighs.
Delerium looks thoughtful. "if Flora is Alayne's aunt... you're Alayne's cousin, then?" she asks Martin.
He nods, "something like that," he turns to Yo, "How long have you and Stone been broken up?"
Yosannah scoffs in Martin's direction and ignores the question.
Martin pries, "You from around her, Yo?"
She shakes her head 'No', "I'm from New York"
He nods, "So, what brought you here?"
"I guess I ended up here.. back when the Club used to be in that stupid carnival. Remember that, Del?"
Del nods slightly. She looks a little pained at the memory.
"Anyway," Yo continues, "that's when I first Met Stoner."
Martin says, "Lucky for you, eh?"
Delerium asks, "Did he first take you to the web?"
Yo hmmms, "i think so. Actually, I don't remember. If I had to bet, I'd say yes,but who knows."
Del ponders for a moment before asking, "I have a dumb question," she studies Martin, "You're an Amberite."
Martin sighs deeply, "Prince Martin, son of Random, one time King of Amber."
Delerium smiles at Martin, "Did you know I'm chaosian? But I like you anyway, You seem nice."
Yosannah hops off the stool, wanders over to Martin's place on the couch and plops down beside him.
Martin blinks, "what?" he scoots over a bit from Yo.
Yosannah notes, "Well, Del considers you one of the nice ones so don't disappoint her."
Martin says, "Ah, I'll try."
Delerium admonishes Yo, "Don't pressure him, Geez," she finishes off her soda, then joins Yo and Martin on the couch, careful not to sit too close to Martin and freak him out.