08.28.2013: Chance Meeting
Summary: A Senator and an Assistant Castellan are brought together by Fate.
Date: 28 08 2013
Related: None
Alistair Nora 


Bazaar and then Blue Nirvana
Stepping off the lift and into the Blue District is almost like stepping into another world. The senses are assaulted with a complexity of scents, sights, and sounds. Light that abscribes to the same hours as the rest of the Ring glows from insets in the dark metal ceilings. The Bazaar is one of the central hubs of the Blue District — also known as the Entertainment District. There are dozens of shops and emporiums that clutter around the outer edge of the bazaar with stands and kiosks making organized chaos of its center. There are some shops that have been there for generations, including the famous — if not a little infamous — Gregor's Strange Meats. This is the place to find the weird and the bizarre. It is known that the Blue District hosts the impoverish and underworldly inhabitants of the Ring, making it not only the most mystifying but also the most dangerous district on the space station. There are several corridor-like thoroughfares that branch off from the Bazaar, leading deeper into the District.

The Blue Nirvana

Entering through the heavy wooden doors decorated with relief sculptures of flirtatious cherubs, visitors find themselves in the tiny waiting room. Only a single, plush red velvet bench sits in the small area, and the walls are covered with a darker, more rich red velvet. Opposite the wooden entry doors is the floor to ceiling black velvet curtain visitors must pass through to reach the main sanctum.

Once inside, light piano music fills the dimly lit air of The Blue Nirvana main sanctum. Unlike the cold steel found in so many other places on the Ring, the walls of the sanctum are covered in plush red velvet curtains and Arborenin cherry oak trim. Larger than the entryway would make outsiders believe, this main area is actually two stories tall, the lofted ceiling covered in similar Arborenin oak planks and golden trimmings that flow into several ornate crystal chandeliers that outstretch almost a dozen feet each. A grand piano sits at the far corner of the room, and various love seats and couches made of the same wood and crushed red velvet cushions rest in various positions for privacy or presentation. Across the back wall is a long bar, again fashioned from the Arborenin wood, where a bartender serves drinks from thousands of bottles, vials and containers lining the wall behind him. The space above the bar is a balcony stretching the entire length of the room, the upstairs wall lined with more heavy, fancy wooden doors that lead to the private chambers of business. The red carpeted staircase gently descends and curves towards the center of the room from the wall to the far right.

September 25, 3013

The life of the Bazaar is in full tilt, the various life forms that come to enjoy the different stalls and shops are quite a kaleidescope of colors. Save for the figure in black. There really is no color as what appears to be female steps out from a darkened edge of the Bazaar, waits, draws her hood up of the rather stylistic fitted dress and covers her hair. The ridges going down the back give her form a rather impressive look as she begins to easily glide her way through the crowds. Pale skin sports a dash of blue on her eyelids and the unreadable set of her expression makes it all the more severe. She seems like she belongs, merely by the way she handles herself in her surroundings but looks wholly out of place otherwise. She adjusts the hood atop her head and does not acknowledge anyone she passes, each step is deliberate and certain with each click of her heels that is dulled over by the surrounding sounds.

A fight. That will do it. As the two figures come crashing into the center walk from a store, she is forced to stop or be carried with coming up deftly, her heels sliding just a little as a few other unfortuante bystanders are pulled in. This only accents the fight and spreads it, causing her to side step as the Bazaar begins to erupt around her. She looks about as if to find a way to avoid being caught in the ever expanding web.

A thin man wearing a grey functional tunic with black open coat seems to be in quite the hurry as he nearly bounds directly into the almost spontaneous riot that seems to be occurring before him, straying off to the side, Senator Alistair Hartcliffe seems to have been trying to keep a low profile in his nightly stroll to wherever. He attempts to sidestep around, though space appears to become very tight. Alistair bumps into a hooded figure. "Excuse me, miss." The statement is made politely and with a smile, even though he might get stampeded at any moment.

Another innocent bystander bumps into her and Nora turns her head to look at him briefly. She pockets something quickly and then says in a muted, simple tone, "Come…" His arm is grabbed and without hesitation, she dips into the first open door she sees to get away from the growing mess, pulling him with. A body crashes not far after them, falling right behind as they enter and its only once inside, she says, "You can thank me later." Her manicured hand lifts to her hood, pushing it back to reveal her slick hair that is sculpted back from her face. It is only then that she gets a look around.

The man seems surprised but has gone with the motion, barely any hesitation to the flowing around him. Noting where he is, he'll seem to stay close to the shadows. "It seems I should thank you now, though with a massive riot ensuing, perhaps we should inform the authorities?" Alistair is smiling at her, trying rather hard to ignore their surroundings.

It is rather difficult to ignore their surroundings at present and Nora takes a moment to openly admire them, not really bothered by them to be certain as her head even tilts back to look upwards. She doesn't comment on it however, all business as she turns to look at the rather easy smile that comes to his face. Severe is one way of painting the woman, her eyes sweep up and down for a moment before she intones, "I am certain they already know. Good luck getting back out there and past that mess to try to be the second to report it. Why not have a drink?" She starts to remove her black gloves, sliding them into slender, hidden pocket at the side of her dress before turning and making her way towards the bar, with, or without him.

Heaving a sigh, the Senator looks around at the clientele to see if he recognizes anyone. Thinking the riot would make for a fine cover story, he shrugs for now and heads to the bar.

Heaving a sigh, the Senator looks around at the clientele to see if he recognizes anyone. Thinking the riot would make for a fine cover story, he shrugs for now and heads to the bar. Nodding with a glance to the bartender, he'll say. "My tab, both of us." It's a simple gesture. "I owe you at least one drink for that quick thinking. Name's Ali." He offers his hand as he leans against the bar.

Slipping up onto a stool, a dark brow lofts at the offered hand and she hesitates before taking it, "Nora…I should thank you for your gracious offer. I will take it." The drink that is. Her hand releases his and she looks outwards over the establishment again from her perch before she faces the bar to speak with him, a forearm resting against the edge. "A tab…" eyes grace the bartop in thought before looking over to him, "seems you frequent this place.." Finally a smile, a knowing one as her pale blue eyes near pierce him with certainty.

"Moreso I know the owner, not a frequenter of bars per se." Alistair will kinda give a laugh at the whole situation, though it is brief as he orders his drink and it arrives, a scotch straight. He'll take a seat in the stool next to her. "And definitely never been dragged in here to avoid a fight." He smirks, looking around the place.

"Dragged here out of the street to avoid a fight by a woman," Nora adds for his benefit. Her eyes flicker over towards him and she motions the tender over. "Gin and tonic," a finger motions and then she is watching him gain, considering. "So you know the area rather well than. Perhaps I should pick your brain." Amusement colors her tone before her eyes slip back towards the door, as if thinking others might have the idea for sanctuary. When her drink is placed before her, she lifts it to him and toasts, "To random meetings and street fights…and brothels that become sanctuaries."

Raising his glass, Alistair smiles, thankful for the company. "To unexpected sanctuaries." He takes a little more than a sip of the strong drink, though his facial expressions seem to take it all in stride. Might be his usual drink of choice. "I'm afraid my knowledge of the area is more limited to names I've heard spoken of, rather than visited." He sips his drink again, considering her. "I take it you don't frequent the Bazaar often?" He smirks again at the question.

"I see, Ali, though I don't think that is your full name," Nora points out and sips at her own drink, downing a good portion of her gin and tonic before setting it down and allowing her fingers to play over the rim of the glass as she turns it about idly. "No, I can't say I am, what gave me away?" she asks, a brow lifting in wry levity as her blue eyes return to him, hesitating before taking another long slip. "I thought I performed admirably enough out there."

"There are few people who'd drag a strange man into what definitely appears to be a house of ill-repute, as they say." Alistair smiles with a nod. "An accident is my best guess on the matter. And I'll have you know, Nora, that my mother called me Ali everyday." He deflects as he takes his small glass and swishes the scotch gently.

That earns him a chuckle and Nora sighs, "I am sure she did, Ali." There is a rueful appreciation for his humor, studying him before downing her gin and tonic. The tumbler is held in her hand a moment, studied before she wiggles it at him. "Since you are buying…." she lifts it towards the server before setting it down to be filled again, pushing it to the back of the bar. "You won't hold this accident against me will you?" A glance over at him is given again, "Besides chances are we won't be seeing much of each other after this. All I have is Ali to go on..and you have Nora."

Nodding to the bartender, he'll take another large sip of his scotch, though he won't quite down the whole thing yet. "I think fate can be a surprising thing, Nora. Who knows?" 'Ali' will then finish off his glass and motion for refills for both of them.

"So you are a believer in fate?" Nora nods her thanks to the bartender and then glances over at him. "Funny thing is, so do I. Fate is a funny thing." She trails her teeth to her lip and then leans into the bar. "Fate bought me two drinks and is named Ali..at present. I find that rather amusing."

"A believer in fate that has a sense of humor…and purpose, yes." Ali seems philosophical for just a beat, as if he couldn't help himself. He turns in his stool to face her directly. "And that humorous master has prevent me from a broken leg, at best, by Nora."

As he turns to face her, Nora sits up a little straighter before turning slightly towards him as well. Her elbow finds the bar and she rests her head in her hand. "Strange woman, isn't she? Fate has a odd way of showing itself. But likely only for the night." She amuses herself, glancing up at the doors and then laughs to herself, shaking her head.

"Expecting someone?" Ali smirks at her, ice blue eyes glistening with curiosity, sipping again from his scotch. He's mirroring her position of leaning, seeming comfortable with the motion.

His question brings her attention right upon him and Nora considers his words, "Not so much expecting…as watching. But not here. Should I be, Ali? I tend to find people when I least expect them." It is a jest, her hand taking up her own drink before looking at his own.

"Worried about getting caught, then?" The Senator chuckles, as he continues to sip his beverage, maybe at least feeling slightly warm now. "Well…to fate and strangers then…" He raises it and downs the glass.

Briefly, ever so briefly her gaze darkens at his next question but loses that edge when he downs his drink. She considers her own drink and does not so quickly down it, though a good portion is taken into custody. Fingers briefly linger though now she turns to face him fully as well, knee brushing his in the process. "To fate and strangers…" She leans in then, conspiratol like, "Yes…to answer your question."

Moving his knee to keep in contact with hers, he'll motion for another drink for himself, as he leans forward. "Oh…does it break the oath of strangers if I ask who might barge in and see you?" He smirks as his drink arrives, though he makes no move yet to grab it.

Blue eyes flicker down to note his knee, though she makes no comment of it. A brow lifts, "I do not think so, as I need not name the person other than to say, my employer. And what of you? Any secrets to share?" A dark mirth lights her blue eyes and she watches him, far too focused for anyone's good.

Senator Hartcliffe of Leonnida smirks back at her, eyes never leaving her face. "Only that you'll probably see me again." He offers her a quick wink before he leans back to grab his drink thoughtfully, even though he doesn't take another sip just yet.

Her lips part and there is a new assessing quality to her gaze, as she draws her own drink closer, but does not pull from it. She narrows her eyes on him, "Cute..Ali. Cute." She then sips her drink and shakes her head, tilting it to consider him before she half laughs, a short thing before she downs the rest of her second drink. "WIth the ways open…I do not expect to ever see you again."

"You should be more trusting in the wisdom of your elders, I should think." Ali jests, taking barely a sip from his drink before leaning back towards her. "But if you insist on this belief that defies the very Fate that brought us here…what are two such strangers to do?" His smirk is more suggestive this time.

A short laugh at his mention of 'elders', "I will when I see one," Nora comments. But the last as her brows lifting and her smirk growing slightly. "I find that defying Fate brings on unique possibilities. Like finding out your name, other than what your mother called you because that might just be a little odd." Her knees brushes inward, along the side of his thigh.

Pondering for a beat before continuing, he shakes his head with a smile. "Well…I'm not one for secrecy, to be honest Nora. So, suffice to say, I'm Alistair, from Leonnida." Alistair sips his scotch nonchalantly, as he regards her. "I'm also a Senator who avoided a riot by being dragged into a brothel by a beautiful woman." His hand will brush her knee as he turns back towards her, regarding the reaction carefully.

Who he is registers with some mild shock and then she hmmms faintly, lips pressing into a line. "How very interesting…Senator…" Nora however looks down at his hand and she lowers her voice. "Worried you might be caught?" She returns the question back to him. "Does it matter much who I am or is it easier to place your hand on my knee with just my first name?" Blue eyes keenly narrow, watching his own reaction in turn. The game is afoot.

He groans softly as she calls his 'Senator.' "It will be an election year soon enough, after all." Alistair shrugs happily, relaxed now and playing the game. "I'm quite content with whatever you're comfortable discussing, Nora. Though I do think I've played quite the hand, it would seem only fair to mention your employer, or even a hint in that regard." He smirks, blue eyes seeming excited as he doesn't alter position.

It seems his displeasure of the use of his title causes her to seem amused. Nora tilts her head and clears her throat, "Alistair, I think I have played the hand as well," she glances down to his knee on her leg. She considers him in silence for a time, "Nora Istre….and who here does not work for the Orelles in some fashion or another. The rest might cost you another drink…" A finger dances up the back of his hand, then his arm.

Though his nod seems to indicate he's at least partially satisfied, he motions quickly for another drink for Nora. Alistair eyes her hand with a smile, moving his hand to now rest on her knee. "For the Orelles, you say? And in what fashion?" He eyes her attempting a guess. "I expect some role where you interact with nobility often enough…"

"So eager to learn more," Nora motions the drink on as well, as if testing her limit for such things and to feed his curiousity. A slender finger dances up the side of her nose before tapping it and giving him a rather intent look. "You are likely right, Alistair of Leonnida. What other question do you have for me..perhaps another guess?" Pale blue eyes search his face before accepting the drink. "Alistair of Leonnida, sitting in a brothel with Nora Istre, reported to work for the Orelles in some fashion or another. It creates quite an interesting story."

"Indeed, and the night before a major event he's hosting… One could certainly find fame or fortune out of that commentary." Alistair smiles though, seeming as if not to care. He takes a sip of his scotch and eyes her again, perhaps suddenly inspired by liquid courage? Who knows. "There's a much more fascinating story here, Nora Istre, though knowing more about you remains a priority." And the long-winded Senator chooses that moment to pounce, closing the gap of his leaning face to hers. It's a driven response, though it remains controlled and cautious, awaiting her reaction as his lips push towards hers briefly and he pulls back just a hair, blue eyes watching her face.

Somehow she manages not to draw back as he leans in rather swiftly. Perhaps it is her own liquid courage, even as her eyes shutter ever so in reaction. But they open soon after, the dark blue shadow enhancing the pale color of her eyes. It's obvious the increased pace of her breathing as it wathes over him from parted, recently accosted lips. Her brow could not arch any higher as she inspects him. "I consider this is part of your far more fascinating story?" Her eyes flicker over his, amusement lingering in her tone. She does not respond just yet, though her head tilts in consideration, leaning in a fraction so as she speaks next, he might feel the brush of her mouth upon his. "I shouldn't keep you out so late, not with your event, Ali." Cheeky woman, starts to draw back, a spark in her blue eyes.

Feeling the tension of the moment but pulling back, his better judgment returning for the moment, Alistair will sip his scotch. "Nora Istre, perhaps you should not, after all, I am but a stranger with an ever-changing name and title. Next, I might tell you I'm the King himself." He smiles at her, his blue eyes still hinting mischief of some sort. "Though, if you wish to deny Fate and see me again, I'm sure that too would add to the story." Awaiting her reaction, Alistair has reached into his pocket.

"I think you can do quite enough damage with just my name, Alistair. You will find it is completely truth and I will easily tracked. I would be saddened if a man of your status and endless connections should have trouble with it." There is an air of enjoyment that now has taken over her icy calm exterior. Though now her eyes lower to his pocket, going tense as she brings her drink to her lips to draw from it. As she lowers it, she adds, "Though I am beginning to trust in Fate once more. I think we shall see each other again."

Nodding at her with a smile, a sense of apparent relief washes over the Senator. He pulls out a business card and scribbles digits on the back. "I'm certain I shall find out all there is to know…at least publicly about this Nora Istre, but here's my direct line." He sips his scotch further, a sigh of relief. "Well, now that that's settled. What were you doing in the Bazaar tonight?" He smiles to her inquisitively.

There is sort of a self confident humor that sweeps over at his own relief. Nora reaches out, taking the card, "Good, now I know where to reach you should I want free drinks." She taps the edge of the card against the bar top with a grin. "Direct line even…I feel important." But she does slip it away, into that secure pocket that her gloves went into. Seamless. Her gin is nursed for a brief second, allowing silence in the wake of his question. "Well now…that is a far more personal question, Alistair and I am not certain I am keen to give that information to you right now. Though I will definitely call you when I am ready." She pats his leg and turns her stool to face the bar as her glass is lofted to her lips again.

Perhaps regretting his decision to not press his luck during the previous window, he turns back to the bar with a chuckle and finishes his scotch. "Well, if there's no longer a riot, I was already running late. The great secret of politics and leadership is that the aides and the assistants run the show…and mine are probably about to form a search party. It was an interesting pleasure to meet you, Nora." He waves to the bartender and stands to leave.

Not bothering to finish her drink for the moment, she sets it down in favor of watching him. "Then a good thing for us aids, seems I will be be striving any higher than." The hint he gets is it, her stool sounding as she turns when he stands. "Do be careful, I would hate for you to be caught in any lingering crossfire before I get to use the number." Pausing, she straightens up and extends her hand to him. "The pleasure is all mine," she says.

Alistair will have another moment of boldness sneaking arm past her hand and in a side hug. He whispers into her ear. "I do hope to hear from you soon." A quick peck on her cheek and he strides briskly towards the door.

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