Ziven Ayala brings the plane in for a short landing. It's not his best but its far from his worst. It's been an uneventful flight, as he has been concentrating. One thing he learned was that a planeload of people can be unnecessarily distracting. He was, after all a Rose first. The tourist side of the island was a necessary evil, in his opinion. Were he to be honest, he'd keep the animals as far from the humans as possible but ... they had the money. The plane bounces once and sort of slides to a stop, rather abruptly as the runway really isn't near long enough. "Welcome to Falcon Island, folks!" he calls out, merrily and moves to open the passenger door and help with disembarkment.
Charlotte Gibbs steps forward with a clipboard as soon as it's safe "Hello everyone, and welcome!"
Michael Reinhardt holds on for the landing. Flying was never his thing, but at least he hadn't gotten sick. He was incredibly distracted, thinking of why he'd really come to the island. Wondering if he could just sort of wander off and find the man, speak to him, then go and maybe relax, like he was supposed to be doing this weekend.
Anna Wright looks ashen and is breathing like she's about to hyperventilate. She takes the hand and then almost falls anyways "Oh my god...." she mutters and stumbles forward.
Oshi Shikigami: Oshi hand her back pack out and tries to be graceful exiting, but twist her foot and flinches.
Ziven Ayala smiles and nods at them all as they disembark. "Watch your step folks." he offers his smile until the last passenger is off. He tries to settle Oshi. "It' the heels." he jokes, noting her boots. He looks at Charlotte and narrowly avoids shrugging.
Charlotte Gibbs steps towards Anna and the woman with the white hair "Are you both alright. Hi Anna." she smiles "Go sit by the fire...you'll get your feet soon." she looks at the woman's heels, seeing the ankle twist "Is it bad Miss?"
Michael Reinhardt looks back when Oshi stumbles, but also notes the Rose has her. He steps aside and looks around with his brows raised. Sure, the place has a runway ... or ... a strop of maybe concrete or rocks that would serve as a runway. NOT a real urban area. But its small, as he noted from the plane. The old man had to be here someplace and he's already narrowed the possible places to two of the buildings he saw from the air. But he is looking around as if searching for concrete or a power pole or even a sidewalk. City boy to his core.
Anna Wright nods, looking back at Oshi and then Michael "I'm going to go sit.....Sorry just a bit queasy here..."
Oshi Shikigami: Oshi says to Anna, lets hobble over there together? She smiles and offers assistance if needed.
Ziven Ayala watches Charlotte help Oshi as he moves around the group, near Michael. "Told you." he chuckles at the mans look. He had warned him that this was more country than the larger man. "Go on and .. have a seat, why don't you?" he nods towards the fire. "Everyone rest up, we have drinks and snacks to help you recuperate."
Charlotte Gibbs heads towards the guest by the fire "Rough one sometimes. now you can relax...I'm Charlotte and you can ask me anything you need to about the island. I'll get you all set up in cabins in a moment." she looks down at her clipboard.
Michael Reinhardt takes another look around and nods. "Yea .... um .. I think I will try out this pamphlet first." he holds it up and, looking almost shy, heads for the outhouses while everyone else walks to the fire, turning their back to him.
Oshi Shikigami: Oshi smiles and asks everyone if they mind having their photo taken, and she promises to send pictures to any that are interest.
Rose Song: oh hello , i don't believe we have met I am Rose Song //nods head in polite acknowledgement
Ziven Ayala looks around, glad that Oshi changed her shoes and giving her a thumbs up for it. Then another comes up and he nods. "Welcome Miss Song. I am Ziven Ayala and I am one of your guides for the weekend." he smiles. "Please have a seat."
Charlotte Gibbs steps her foot up on the log and looks down her sheet on the clipboard "Rose....Song....did you book online? I'm trying to sort out who's who here for the cabins. I know Anna...and...I assume the guys was Michael because you booked him Anna" she looks at Oshi "And you are Miss?"
Oshi Shikigami: Oshi Shikigami. at your service. Oshi does a little bow and smiles.
Anna Wright nods "Yeah that was Michael...we can probably share.....I mean it's bunks right Char? And I have a friend coming tomorrow by boat, Stephanie Yamada..."
Rose Song: No cabin required for me I am the one who was inquiring about dock fees online.
Ziven Ayala listens as Charlotte does the PR thing, which amuses him to no end, because he KNOWS her. He is almost tempted to slip away, but that means Charlotte will blow her cover by beating him with a clipboard, so he remains still. Instead he looks at Anna. "So it will be you, Michael AND Stephanie together or just you and Michael tonight and you and .... one of them tomorrow night?" his tone is as professional as when he is in vet mode ... because they really do need to know who is sleeping with who in case of emergency.
Charlotte Gibbs looks down at Rose "Oh yes of course. Your booking is confirmed. Calm waters for your sailing I hope?" she looks at Oshi now and smiles "Do you have a cabin preference Oshi? They're all open right now." She glances at Anna "I'll do yours next and I got your email about Steph..." She overhears Ziven and gives what she hops is not an obvious little eyeroll. SHE would deal with the reservations thank you very much!
Anna Wright can't help but blush at Ziven's question "I uh....yeah together....not in the same ....just the same cabin...." she looks at Charlotte awkwardly and then sees the eye roll and suppresses a giggle. After she answer Oshi belatedly "I'm totally cool with pictures. Snap away."
Oshi Shikigami: I am quite flexible Whatever will make the most sense, or other happy. I am fine with. Oshi smiles weekly.
Rose Song: smooth as glass out there thank you and ms. Oshi feel free to take as many pictures as you wish as long as you get my good side
Ziven Ayala smiles. "Oh of course, Anna. I wasn't assuming." he sees Charlotte's eyeroll and ignores it completely. "Ahhh pictures. He pulls out a little gizmo and it makes no real sound, but thirty seconds later a falcon comes and lands on his shoulder. "Can she be in them, too?" may as well dazzle them with real live nature. he goes in one of his pockets for a treat for the falcon who eats it and then tucked in another pocket is his glove, which he puts on, even though the bird is on his padded shoulder.
Charlotte Gibbs is pointing her fingers at the cabins and walking around writing notes "Alright Oshi in cabin 1, Anna and entourage in 2." She sees the falcon fly to Ziven and gives it a wide range so as not to scare it.
Anna Wright nods and then looks delighted by the falcon "Oh super cool!" she smiles at Doc "Aren't you glad you happened upon our brunch? So glad to see you here too!"
Oshi Shikigami: Of course Rose, critters are something I love to shoot, um, with a camera. And thanks to those who are OK with shots, I always try and get the good side (she chuckles) and for the rest I will endeavor not to catch you as well. Thanks!
Rose Song: Most welcome , wow what a magnificent bird of prey is it named? and i am very glad that my hungry tummy introduced me to your brunch
Ziven Ayala stays relatively still, letting the bird look at folks. He grins, mostly at Charlotte for her caution. Looking at Oshi he chuckles. "well, I suppose I wouldn't mind being caught by the right one." he teases, putting on the tourist and Rose charm. "This little lady was rescued a couple weeks back. Her feet were damaged. She's on the mend but I'm not sure yet if she can be released." he looks at Rose and sort of cants his head. "Well right now her name is PF117-082316. If I can't get her well enough to release, I'll think of a name for her and she'll become an educational aid to my work."
Charlotte Gibbs hangs back, letting Ziven do his bird thing and amuse the tourists. She smiles at everyone politely.
Anna Wright sighs "She's so beautiful. She deserves a nicer name."
Oshi Shikigami: It is said an animal well tell you their name -- when they are ready.
Ziven Ayala chuckles. "I agree, she does. But right now she is just part of he rescue, so a nice and sterile Canadian Government issued number. " he looks at Oshi. "If I can't fix her ankle a hundred percent, then I will hope she tells me her name. Until then I hope it wont be necessary, if that makes sense."
Rose Song: she will tell you her name as she flies away with the wind of her wings
Ziven Ayala chuckles. "I agree, she does. But right now she is just part of he rescue, so a nice and sterile Canadian Government issued number. " he looks at Oshi. "If I can't fix her ankle a hundred percent, then I will hope she tells me her name. Until then I hope it wont be necessary, if that makes sense." he smiles at the ladies.
Charlotte Gibbs ticks some things off on her clipboard and says to the group "I'm going to go put these invoices in the binder for you all and print out your receipts. Dinner is self serve in the dining hall at 5. There's always coffee and fruit. Anna, we'll catch up later.." She gives her old friend a smile and then extends it to all "So nice to have you all here.'
Anna Wright smiles back at Ziven and then to Charlotte "Sounds good. Everyone's so poetic today.'
Oshi Shikigami: Yeah, after the infestation of Raccoons, I think some got the wrong Idea about me, and maybe I over did the joking about fishing for whales out my apartment window. But I do like most critters. I did some rescues too, including Kamoto dragon one loosed upon Japan! Didn't eat Tokyo tower, but we got him first LOL Oh and Doc, any advice on photos of critters, greatly appreciated!
Rose Song: poetic+ i guess i am just starting to feel more at ease . i will starting singing to the bears in the woods next.
Ziven Ayala smiles and keeps the bird calm. "Occupational hazard with me, Anna." he inhales and exhales slowly. "Please forgive me. I need to get her medication and tend a couple more animals. But I will be around if you need me." he points to the building on the docks .. his clinic. Then he waves and walks off slowly.
Rose Song: chuckles
Anna Wright looks worriedly at Rose Song "I think you should back away slowly from bears. See you Ziven." She looks at Oshi "Which cabin did Char say was who's again? I might take a little nap. this is a holiday after all."
Oshi Shikigami: "Oh my, I think it was you and your entourage. That one." Oshi points.
Rose Song: Sorry I wasn't paying attention , but if you get tossed out I do have a couple of benches on the boat
Oshi Shikigami: Well it is starting to get dark, and I think my foot is beginning to swell, If I can find some ice, I think I should get off it for a bit.
Anna Wright laughs, standing "Thanks ladies. I'm going to go crash while I have it to myself. See you both soon." she walks in the direction Oshi pointed and heads up the steps and through the screen door.
Rose Song: waves Good sleep you both I am gonna check on the blankets.
Oshi Shikigami: Ms Song, it has been a please to meet you I hope you have fun here with the rest of us. Oshi picks up her bag, and trundles off to her cabin, she has a camera monopod she is using as a walking stick.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Falcon Island Part 1 - Parks and Recreation
***This post is an ooc introduction to the two Parks Canada
employees you’ll meet on Falcon Island. We are doing a special event role play
series there this weekend. Of course your character won’t be aware of these
prelude conversations but Crystal (aka Ziven Ayala) and I (AKA Charlotte and
Norman Gibbs) needed to get a baseline for our characters working relationship
before hosting a tour group. It’s my goal for this to be an easy anyone can
play set up.
There are a few ways role players can join the time on
Falcon Island. If you’ve been in a role play where it was mentioned and
suggested, that’s one. We’re going with the plan that Parks Canada has put up
posters and brochures in Cedar Point and Alexandra for this last excursion time
to the island so if you have a character you’d like to have seen the ads and
assume you booked online, that’s the second way. Any way you decide to join in
the fun for our weekend special event role play, there is a kiosk in the Cedar
Point bus station with landmarks to Falcon Island.
If your character is flying there (which would be the most
common way to get there), please try to attend or read the role play that is
happening for the flight. That extra role play time is added to make sense of
arrival and will occur at 1:30 pm grid time today (Friday Sept 16th) beside the plane on Falcon Island.
I don’t have a flying plane so we’ll just point our cameras into the sky and
use our imaginations. If you are not flying and you see us standing there,
please ignore us until we “’land”. We will post the flight for those who didn’t
make it but want to assume you were there and sitting quietly. This is the flight rp timeline:
RP begins at 1:30 ... anyone there will emote getting off the plane and oooohhhhhh and ahhhhhhing at the island.
Between 1:30 and say 1:50, anyone arriving in that time frame has to sort of get themselves together ... maybe airsickness .. maybe they fell asleep and are just waking up ... whatever.
After 1:50 anyone arriving did NOT arrive on the plane and will be coming up from the boat dock/clinic with a plausible story for the boat that brought them (including NPC boat captains or boating/sailor friends who dropped them off and they would fly home after their stay on Falcon Island)
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RP begins at 1:30 ... anyone there will emote getting off the plane and oooohhhhhh and ahhhhhhing at the island.
Between 1:30 and say 1:50, anyone arriving in that time frame has to sort of get themselves together ... maybe airsickness .. maybe they fell asleep and are just waking up ... whatever.
After 1:50 anyone arriving did NOT arrive on the plane and will be coming up from the boat dock/clinic with a plausible story for the boat that brought them (including NPC boat captains or boating/sailor friends who dropped them off and they would fly home after their stay on Falcon Island)
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Charlotte Gibbs Pulls on her hip waders and slides her water
sample kit over her shoulder, ready to wade out in the marsh and do some work.
She steps sideways and looks into the sleeping quarters, seeing her father
still lying down. He's been sleeping a lot and she's not sure if it's causing
healing or sinking him deeper into dementia. She brought him out here to care
for him herself after his stay in a mental health ward that wasn't really
attending to his needs. With a sigh, she pulls on her hat and clomps outside,
going behind the staff cabin along the shoreline.
Ziven Ayala pulls
himself out of the water after his morning swim and shakes his head hard, as if
he were a wet cougar. He is as naked as the day he was born but doesn't
immediately reach for anything. This was his morning swim/bath and he moved to
a tree where he'd hung an old shaving mirror. In his bag is a comb and brush as
well as a safety razor and a bottle of 100% aloe vera. He brushes his hair out,
leaving it down over his back and squeezes some aloe into his hand, then over
his jaw and lower lip for his weekly shave. It is always nice for him to
commune with nature in the mornings. His uniform is neatly folded in the grass
a bit away with his boots for when the shave is done and his hair is mostly
dried in the air.
Charlotte makes her way around the sample area, focusing on
the water, the algae and top swimming insects as she carefully fills up some phials.
As she keeps moving she catches something out of her periphery on the shore and
turns, seeing Ziven naked, again. Charlotte averts her eyes and blushes but
turns her head so he can't see her face at all "For fuck's sakes
Ziven...." she mutters and then says a little louder "There was
poison ivy over there last week, waist high.....pants might help..."
Ziven isnt surprised to hear her, but he also doesn't turn
to look at her. He continues to shave, carefully but quickly. "Yes,
Charlotte. Over THERE ... not over HERE." he shakes the aloe off of the
razor. "And how in the world would pants help me shave?" he asks her,
done with his cheeks and lifting his head for his throat. "How is the old
man this morning?" he asks, as he often does.
Charlotte slowly fills another phial, seething quietly and
not looking up as Ziven argues and then refers to her father that way, again.
She stops addressing his nudist tendencies. It's a futile conversation.
"My father has a name you know. It's Norman, or Mr. Gibbs if you're going
to be ageist anyway."
Ziven does finally reach for a towel ... and uses it to wipe
his face off. Finally he turns to face her, seeing her kneeling and working.
"Old Man is a term of respect within my tribe." he tries to explain
it to her, although he has to admit he never really got into it before her
father came. But his talk with Garrett Yamada has him slightly softened towards
her. "Your father is an old man and has seen much, Charlotte. I am
acknowledging that by not calling him Mister Norman Gibbs ... as if he were
just some ... person." he shrugs and reaches for his pants, stepping into
them. "And listen to my tone. Or maybe you should hear me call my father
'old man' to understand the difference between insult and compliment.
Ageist." he snorts and hops to get the pants over front and back.
"Don't be culturally ignorant and insensitive, White Girl From Town."
he teases. He'd always been the more laid back of the two of them.
Charlotte's cheeks redden even more. His comment about
cultural insensitivity cut through her a bit. She always strives to do better
on that front and struggled between wanting to own up to his call out and her
conflicted working relationship with him. Awkwardly she mutters "Didn't
know..." She looks like she has more to say but stops herself and starts
to pack up and walking away. It's hard to tell whether shame or anger is
winning this moment.
Ziven grabs his shoes. "Stop, Charlotte." he calls
before she can get too far. "Don't run away from me. Besides we have to
talk." he leans against a tree to put on his socks and boots. Dressing had
always been one of life's great downers for him.
Charlotte turns and trudges to shore and then inhales as she
walks to meet him "What do we need to discuss?" This is her work tone
now. She's bottled her emotions and shifted, trying to be professional.
Charlotte is grateful he dressed. It's distracting when he's not and she
doesn't want or need such distractions with everything on her plate right now.
While Charlotte comes ashore, Ziven grabs his shirt and puts
it on, not buttoning it. He pulls his long, straight black hair out of the back
and finds the air and slight breeze has already nearly dried it. Charlotte's
tone of voice irks him. She is being a professional and bottling things up
again. But he was figuring out that maybe she wan't doing this just to be a
bitch. Maybe there was more to it. He hated to admit it, but for all their time
working together ... hell .. living under the same roof on the same somewhat
isolated island together, they barely knew each other. "I understand I
will be picking up your friend Anna and a friend of HERS in a few days?"
he tells her, because it was news when Anna mentioned it to him over brunch in
Cedar Point.
Charlotte smiles as if pleased "Oh good, you read your
passenger manifests for the weekend already...I did put them in the binder I
made you.....but how did you know she was my friend?" Her smile fades as
confusion sets in. "There might be a few others coming in today. Anna just
emailed me and a few people have made payments to secure rentals by e-transfer
this morning. I'm assuming they don't all own boats."
Ziven chuckles. "Yes, I have read the manifests and
everything." he shrugs. "I can fit a few more into that little plane,
no problem." then he grins. "I know because effective strangers
confide in me more than my co-worker and roommate does." it's a chide and
he isn't ashamed to use it. "In case you didn't know I spend my weekends
as the Cedar Point travelling veterinarian. But I met Anna over pizza one night
and we've become friends that wave to each other. But I DID take out her
friends cats ovaries last weekend. He;s cute, by the way ... maybe you should
talk to him. Use your friend to get yourself a couple nice, relaxing
orgasms." he is deadly serious. In his opinion, Charlotte could use a
couple nice relaxing orgasms more then he himself could.
Charlotte had been softening to Ziven's humour, almost
smiling even, until it got sexual. At that she tensed up, looking irritated
again and glanced down at her phials in her hand like she was considering
jamming them into his nose "That's neither necessary NOR appropriate
Ziven. Anna is my friend and whomever she brings here is part of my work, OUR
work. You would do well to remember that." The expression "resting
bitch face" didn't even begin to cover what was happening on Charlotte's
right now.
Ziven sighs deeply and shakes his head. "Well, the last
time I saw Anna a couple DAYS ago, she did NOT look like pond scum ... and
neither did her friend. Nor did they look like any form of mammal a
veterinarian would look at. I was TOLD she was coming as a sort of
mini-vacation. And I remember that VERY well." he narrows his eyes. Part
of him knows very well he's pissed her off speaking on any subject remotely
resembling sex, but he wholeheartedly believed this woman needed to loosen up.
"Now may the Great Spirits forbid you tell me what the HELL is going on,
but I hope your little friends are trustworthy enough not to tell the damn
Department Heads about our little visitor, because if they do and we're blessed
by ALL the gods, all we will do is lose our funding. he growls. He loves the
old man now but .. its still one HELL of a violation.
Charlotte glares at him and just says "It'll be fine.
Just fly them in please." She turns on her boot heel, which would be much
more dramatic and bad ass if it wasn't a marsh mud covered hip wader that
squelched as it turned. Charlotte drew herself up to her full height, which
wasn't anything significant and stalked off. She knew the risks of bringing her
father to the island, but they were outweighed but the neglect and rapid down
slide that was happening at the mental ward. Charlotte couldn't lose him to the
system, or himself.
Ziven watches her storm off without replying. Just another
morning of swiping and snapping. He buttons his shirt and tucks it in, then
takes a length of copper colored wire to put his hair in a pony tail. Truth
was, he liked the old man who, in his opinion, was haunted by spirits. Not
everyone could handle such things. Maybe that was why the old man seemed
insane. No matter what, Ziven would do what he could ... which was nothing more
than good, solid, wholesome food and nature to bring him back.
Charlotte drops off her kit at the staff cabin and sets
aside the phials for later testing. Ziven's reminder about the weekend guests
compels her to make checking the guest cabin supplies a priority first. Her
father still sleeps, but fitfully. He's mumbling but it sounds distressed.
Charlotte tiptoes too him. She notices he's thrashed again and his sleeping bag
has fallen to the floor. Charlotte picks it up and puts it on him and he sits
bolt upright and grips her arm blurting out "Harley!" His eyes are
still closed and she eases him back down. They've done this dance before. With
some quiet soothing words he drifts back into a peaceful slumber. Charlotte
moves her hand from his arm to her mouth, stifling a small sob.
Ziven is halfway to
his 'clinic', a shack on the other side of the island when his phone vibrates
in his pocket. He takes it out and reads the alert. Grumbling he turns back to
the staff cabin, walking in without looking up from the notice. When he DOES look
up he sees Charlotte kneeling by her father's bunk, hand over mouth. He stares
at her in this moment of sensitivity.
Charlotte raises her head from watching her father after his
little episode and sees Ziven standing there. She backs up from her father and
defensively wipes the tears that had spilled out. She suddenly has a great need
to re-roll the sleeping bag on the top bunk and takes it down to start fussing
with it. It's fine of course, but she's clearly trying to pull herself together
and look busy.
Ziven watches her and suppresses a knowing half grin.
Charlotte wouldn't appreciate it. "When you're done, Susy Homemaker, meet
me on the pier." he stage whispers and goes out, hanging a left and going
to the sunny end of the pier where he has a strip of electronics batteries
recharging on a solar strip. She should be happy he is still sniping at her.
Its affectionate or him, but seems to annoy the hell out of her, which also
entertains him.
Charlotte doesn't answer him but finishes with the sleeping
bag and gives her father a last glance. The dreams are more frequent, and he
seems more frightened than ever. She feels so helpless sometimes. She stands at
the kitchen basin and then pours and downs a glass of water before following
Ziven to the pier. She arrives dry eyed and calm, waiting to see what he
needs.
Ziven is kneeling over the electronics, checking on their
charges. Nodding he stands and turns to face Charlotte. "How's he
doing?" he asks, his voice concerned. But he also goes on. "Your
friend invited her friend ... and the list keeps going." he holds up the
newly updated passenger manifest. "My bird only holds fourteen passengers
... the park capacity more or less. This is turning into a second summer
camp." he grouses. Summer camp ended at the end of August and he felt like
he was still recovering. He was more comfortable with the lower animals than
humans sometimes.
Charlotte sighs "He's having an off day....not sure if
I should wake him so he's not up all night again. I don't think he knows his
days from nights anymore." She looks at the manifest and grimaces
"You know Parks posters for fall rentals right? Bit of a last cash grab
before it's only research grants and private donors. I'll handle the people
once you get them here. We still have one cook on staff and supplies enough to
feed them. If you could dazzle them with your falconry at some point I'd be
grateful, Hitchcock." When Charlotte was feeling less guarded she actually
snipped back. Ziven had just seen her cry. It was a rare crack into her well defended
shell and for some reason the stars aligned to let her keep the crack open for
the time being. She was also talking more than normal. "I can only offer
so many guided hikes and dip netting marsh talks. Maybe they all just want a
real vacation and not an educational eco vacation. I know Anna will want some
space. I couldn't get time off my research deadlines for the funeral but her
brother's service was today."
Ziven sighs himself. "At night, he and I scry the
stars." he tells her about a night or two he and her father had had when
he found him wandering. But then he moves on to their weekend. "I know I
know. After this bunch I get out my knee pads for winter begging. I know."
he considers. "I can do one. There a couple birds that will over winter
here until their spring release." he looks at her. She's almost human.
"They're all adults, so maybe a skinny dipping swimming class? I know the
guy coming with her turned vampire white when I mentioned outhouses. I promised
him a pamphlet. That's what I was working on a couple nights ago. How to use an
outhouse. My life has peaked." he rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. "I
figger that's what they all want ... a vacation in the middle of nowhere and
that's us. So unless they look bored enough to burn the place down, I'll leave
them to it. I'm just the limo pilot." he nods again. "Is there going
to BE a funeral? I mean ... did they find his body someplace?" considering
the length of time, he doubts that any body washed ashore in Canada ... maybe
the US .. but it would be a mess. Most likely her friend’s brother was shark or
whale droppings by now. But he doesn't say that out loud.
Charlotte looked truly touched by Ziven reaching out to her
father and then actually burst out giggling when he talked about making an
outhouse pamphlet and then shakes her head, but still smiles at the skinny
dipping "No naked time with the tourists. The department head would shut
us down for sure. Why don't we just play it by ear. If they need stuff to do we
can offer it." She shrugs sadly about his questions about Lee
"Sometimes there's a funeral with no body. They've been mourning him and
needed closure. Did you actually write an outhouse pamphlet?"
Ziven grins a bit at the laughter. He doesn't often make her
do that. Growl, yes. Giggle, no. Maybe they were at a change in their
relationship. "Fine, they probably wont like the water now its getting
cooler." he nods his agreement about both the winging it and the mourning
and then straightens and pulls a pamphlet out of his jacket. "I certainly
DID." he shows her one, which even has art showing it is not best to sit
directly on the seat and how you obviously cannot flush. And emphasizing that
they DO use toilet paper, but the kind more likely seen in RV's which
decomposes more quickly. "The guy probably thought I was joking, but you
didn't see this guy! I don't know if he's gay or straight but he is one of my
fantasy men from now on." he winks. "And he rescued the most
interesting little kitten he named April after that girl in Parks and
Recreation? You know the one?" he has all the seasons both on Google Play
and pirated on an external and watches it pretty regularly. "He's her
Andy." he chuckles.
Charlotte looked at the pamphlet, shaking her head and
laughing and then when he started going on about his fantasy guy she had a
brief but completely transparent look of disappointment and muttered
"Figures..." almost under her breath. then she put on a smile but not
the real one she'd been wearing and joked "So that's why you wanted a
skinny dipping class huh? Instead you get to talk to dream boy about pooping.
That's attractive." She chuckles a little "I do like Parks and Rec.
It's possible I channel Leslie Knope....you know...the binders."
Ziven chuckles. "Yes, private lessons. But yea ... I
have to admit ... discussing pooping isn't the most romantic thing BUT I got
practice in approaching the subject at all with taste, style and maybe some
humor." he chuckles. "We should watch it more together ... and with
your father. And you do not CHANNEL Leslie Knope, I think you are who she is
BASED on." he snorts, slightly. He pauses. "Charlotte. What is it you
think is wrong with your father?" he asks, bold enough to try and ask
finally. If she exploded, it isn't like she was ruining more than five minutes
of close companionship.
Charlotte sits down on the dock, dangling her feet over the
edge above the water "There are a few layers to it Ziven. He saw a
guy...basically die or something...let's go with die, in front of him in an
earthquake. He thought it was something else, some kind of disappearance. I
mean maybe he snapped then...My mother and brother and sister took him to
doctors...they gave him all sorts of drugs and therapy. It seemed to make him
worse. Living with him was hard. Then there was...stuff with my mom....and he
got way worse and ended up in the psych ward eventually. He got moved from
hospital to hospital. My brother was overseeing it all but he's a clueless
asshole. One day I went to visit and Dad had soiled himself and they just left
him in a hallway for hours and then sedated and restrained him when he screamed
for help. I snuck him out the next day, cleaned him up and brought him
here."
Ziven listens and nods. "He's had a hard time, to be
sure." he agrees. He is silent a moment, sitting beside her. "He
doesn't feel ...." he growls in frustration. "Are all those hospital
poisons out of his system yet?" he asks her, never finishing what her
father feels like.
Charlotte looks at Ziven with an unsure expression "I
kept one of his prescriptions. He's still taking an anti-psychotic. I let him
go off it in Vancouver and he tried to choke me. I knew it wasn't him....but as
soon as he was back on he leveled. It might be OK to try again now. He was
coming down from about 6 drugs then. But not this weekend for the sake of our
guests. He's pretty weird but docile now. What do you mean by he doesn't
feel....did he say something to you...something lucid?"
Ziven frowns slightly. "One man's lucid is another
man's crazy-talk, Charlotte. I think the food on my plate for giving its life
that I might live. Vegetables, meats, fruits, whatever. And a lot of people
think I am five beers short of a six-pack because of it." he tells her.
"I come from a whole line of people who aren't stuck in some box is all
and I sort of have to wonder if yoru father is even crazy to begin with ... or
was BEFORE they put all those mind altering drugs in his system to get him
thinking liek everyone else." he shrugs. "But you also have to
consider my grandmother was a medicine woman shaman so ...."
Charlotte squints at him "Ok...you're
spiritual...that's cool and all. I respect your culture Ziven. You think my Dad
just needs some kind of detox plan?" Charlotte is a loudly declared
atheist and a known skeptic. If asked what her belief system is, her standard
and resolute answer is "Science."
Ziven blows out a breath. "Well he's as close to that
as he’s ever likely to get already so yes and keep up the good work." he
almost says something more, then closes his mouth. He's dealt with realists
before now and they can be ... difficult. "Now come on, we have blown off
enough of Canada's time and money sitting by the dock of the bay wasting time.
I have birds to tend to and you have scum to examine." he smiles and
stands straight, offering his hand to help her to her feet.
Charlotte looks at the hand as if about to refuse and then
at the last second clasps it and allows him to help her. Awkwardly she says a
quiet "Thanks." before moving past Ziven.
Ziven follows her a few steps. "Thank YOU." he
quickens his step. "I am glad you let me be the one to set Women's Rights
back more than one hundred years." and with that swipe he laughs and
starts jogging up the trail to get to the clinic.
Charlotte had begun to smile until he cracked the women's
rights joke and she groaned loud enough for him to hear. Once he was out of
earshot she muttered "Maybe it's just as well he likes
men....jackass."
Thursday, September 15, 2016
What's Laid to Rest Part 3
A silent buzz went off on Anna’s phone, reminding her of the
official start time. She stood up and walked to the front to deliver the eulogy
for her brother. Anna smoothed a few pages of notes she had set up at the
podium and swallowed nervously as she looked out at the room. Public speaking
was never her favourite thing and especially not in these circumstances. Her
gaze connected with Stephanie and Tamela’s and she exhaled, smiling a little as
she began “Thank you all for joining us. Today we celebrate the life of Lee
Chen Wright. He was my brother and my friend. Lee was a complicated person but
he had a good heart and he tried his best. Through the path of our lives, we
didn’t meet until we were both ten years old. At first we didn’t get along
because of the adjustment in our lives and our maturity at the age when it was
all happening but we quickly grew to rely on each other and really know what it
was to be a sibling. Lee taught me to fish. I taught him to cook and dragged
him into nerd culture.”
Some laughter broke out around the room. Anna smirked and
continued.
“We used to ride our
bikes all over town like we owned the roads when we were kids. Lee couldn’t
wait to drive a car. He had posters of them and could tell you everything about
how an engine worked. He got his licence faster than I did and borrowed our
dad’s old truck every chance he got. He became the delivery guy for Chen’s
because it meant more driving. He loved the highway and the freeways. When we
had days or weekends off he’d take me with him to explore all the parts of BC
we could get to and from in one day. He just wanted to cruise and listen to
music. He didn’t even care where we ended up. On one of those road trips when
we were in our late 20s he met Rosa. She lived in Abbotsford so it was a long
distance relationship but he didn’t mind the commute at all. Together they had
a daughter, Rosalee.”
Anna looks down at her niece who smiles up at her through
her tears.
“Rosalee was the light of Lee’s life. I remember when she
was a baby and he would barely let any of us hold her because he didn’t want to
share his baby with anyone. He had brought her to Cedar Point on his own for a
weekend because Rosa had to work. Unfortunately she got into a car accident on
her way to meet them here and didn’t make it. So with the help of Ushi, Jade,
and Michael…..Dad and I, Lee was left to raise Rosalee without her mother.”
Anna’s voice had gotten a little hoarse and she took a
moment of pause and then quietly cleared her throat.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably in his seat and even more so
when Ushi swung her head around and gave him a tear filled glare. The tension
in the room was a little thick. People seemed relieved when Anna continued on a
less emotionally charged front.
“For most of his life, Lee worked at Chen’s grocer. He
always had a knack for fixing things there, and cars and machines in general.
His general handyman attributes led him to apply for a job at the school as a
custodian. He loved working there, maintaining the building and the grounds. It
was the perfect job for him and he got to bump into Rosalee and know how her
school days were going. His coworkers tell me he could fix anything.
Lee loved Cedar Point. He loved the smell of the ocean, the
town and his family. We’ll remember him best by doing the same. We’re not going
to the graveside. There will be a private family time at the headstone another
day. You’re all welcome to join in some refreshments in the hall. Thank you.”
Anna left the podium and walked back to her seating place to
collect her purse and her cardigan sweater. Her mother stood up and gave her a
hug and then wordlessly smiled and walked toward the back of the hall. Some of
her other Beal relatives followed, hugging her or displaying other supportive
affection as they passed Anna such as a pat on the shoulder or a squeeze of the
hand. Quiet words were exchanged and a few tears were wiped away during. Anna
pulled on the cardigan and shouldered the purse and then turned to the aisle,
coming face to face with Ushi Chen. The two stood staring at each other in an
unsure moment and then to the shock of the townspeople in the room Ushi smiled
tearfully at Anna and grabbed her in a hug. Anna reeled a bit and then gently
hugged the older woman back, the mother of her brother. As they let go Ushi
simply said “Thank you.” She stepped back from Anna and walked through the hall
and right out the door to the parking lot. The crowd froze as she passed and
watched her before resuming their migration to the community room.
As Anna stood there still slightly stunned, but also very
moved, she was approached by Oshi Shikigami. She held out a large card in an
envelope and a single flower. It was a White Chrysanthemum (Shiragiku, 白菊). She tells Anna it is a customary bloom to
give at funerals, as is wearing white clothes. Inside the envelope is in her
own hand, a drawn sympathy card, and some long narrow strips of paper, with
Japanese calligraphy hand written on them in ink. The card explains that these
are 'sutras' blessed by a Buddhist priest, prayers for the deceased, and
family. At a later time, Oshi will visit the cemetery, and wherever they have
the marker, take and symbolically wash it with water, and place a bowl filled
with rice, and a set of chopsticks placed standing up in it. Say some prayers
and toss into the wind, blowing offshore, a few more sutras...
Anna thanked and hugged Oshi. She placed the chrysanthemum
on a small table in front of the lectern where there was a picture of Lee
standing in front of his car and then joined the exodus to the hall. For better
or worse, the main part of her task here was complete.
What's Laid to Rest Part 2
In the apartments above The Black Hole nightclub owns, Ryan
Yamada scrunches pomade into his hair in the bathroom and then sees the time on
his phone "Shit Indy...we gotta go. Are you ready?" Thankfully he's
at least dressed, but the hair is an art.
India Tor was able to put her hair up in a nice bun, more
than just locs tied any kind of way. Now she is working on her dress. Hopping
up and down. "Come zip me up. I can't get it." the side zipper
doesn’t want to go all the way up on her skirt. An obvious sign of weight
gain.
Ryan gives his head a turn in each direction and then nods
at himself in the mirror before washing his hands to get the product off. He
walks over to India and starts to zip but hesitates "You sure you'll be
comfortable in this? I think our little person is crowding you out Love."
India inhales deeply and exhales, causing her body to
deflate while Ryan zips her up. "It's this of go like some ghetto hood rat
in a jogging suit so." she exhales. "It's not TOO tight but .. yea ..
I guess I need to do some shopping." she winks at him and straightens her
clothes. "Your hair looks great, baby." she compliments him through a
cheeky grin, loving that he takes twice as long to do his hair as she does to
do hers.
Ryan smirks and runs his hand lovingly over her little baby
bump. He acknowledges the compliment with a smarmy "I know." before
giving her a quick peck on the cheek and complimenting her back as he heads
through the bedroom door "But yours is pretty damn hot." He jogs down
the stairs towards the front hall to grab his shoes and keys.
India laughs and then snorts as she follows him down the
stairs. "Watch it, Officer." she warns as she steps into her shoes.
"All that butt pattin how we got this one." she opens the door and
heads out, not needing to put more swing in her hips ... she's always had
plenty.
Ryan scoots out after her and pats her butt just to be a
brat "What were you saying about butt patting? Have some decorum
Madam!" He teased.
India shakes her head and chuckles to herself, ready for the
short walk. "Looks like a lot of people showin up."
Michael Reinhardt walked in alone and remained near the back
entrance. Officially he was here simply out of respect for the man he had only
met once, liked and then found himself assigned to his missing person’s case.
And officially he'd come up with officially nothing. His face is quite stoic
and when he stands it is just the side of military attention. The Quake Takers
bunch he ignores. The interviews with them are long over an officially he has
no reason to continue any association with them.
Ryan nods, taking India’s hand as they walk towards Spokes
"Yeah parking lot's full...good thing we live close." He sees a hulk
of a redheaded male walk up towards the steps of Spokes. It's his partner
Michael but he doesn't see them and his entry into the building is efficient.
"Well there's Mike..."
India sees Michael too ... he's difficult to miss. She moves
up the steps and glances inside before reaching for the door handle.
Ryan grabs the door handle before her in a grandiose yet
rather tongue and cheek gesture "M'lady..." He becomes a little less
silly as they enter the room and take in the sombre mood. Ryan also sees Chief
Callahan immediately as he hovers by the entrance "Good day Sir." He
says respectfully.
He spots Michael past Callahan and exhales a bit, stepping
past and moving to the other side of Mike. Of course the Yamada radar kicks in
and Ryan sees Sakura waving madly and Hiro negotiating with people to shuffle
around and make two spots. He manages to essentially free up a section of bench
that would just fit Ryan and India, if they want to squish right against Hiro.
Sakura, Garrett and Tristan are pressed into the wall to make it an option and
Tristan looks a little awkward.
India only grins a little bit, but as they pass, she grabs
Michael's hand. "Come on, I ain't tryin to let you stalk here in the back
like this is some gangster funeral or somethin. Come on, boy."
Michael half considers protesting, but he doesn't want to
cause a scene, so he just lets India lead him to her family.
Hiro sees India dragging his son's partner and his eyes pop
out a bit. How is he going to make room for the huge man? He leans forward and
starts nattering at Stephanie and Tamela. Stephanie frowns at her father
slightly as if not understanding what his deal is and then Tamela looks back, waggles
her fingers at Michael, Ryan and India and scoots over saying "Reinhardht,
come be the meat in our sandwich."
Stephanie blinks at Tams and then looks up at Michael and
turns a little pink. She crosses her legs and arms but then smiles politely at
Michael "Hi...."
Hiro chuckles delightedly, pats Tams on the shoulder and
then gestures to the spot for Michael before settling back into his own spot.
Garrett let out an audible guffaw and then looks self
consciously around, remembering they were at a funeral.
Ryan just shakes his head laughing quietly. His family
always contributed to every awkward scene in town. Add Tams in and it was a
shit show guaranteed.
India can't help but giggle a little bit. She stands in the
aisle and shows no signs of wanting to sit. "You sit. I'm standing. I have
to with THIS skirt." she grins at Michael, innocently, glad others are
helping to pull him out of his shell.
Michael was about to beg off when Tamela speaks and he turns
a bright strawberry red. He gives Tams a look promising revenge and sits,
watching Stephanie crossing both arms AND legs. "Hi." he murmurs.
"I haven't managed to insult you ALREADY, have I?" he wonders,
sitting as comfortably as he can given his broad shoulders.
Ryan leans in towards India as she says she needs to stand
"Want me to come with you?" Hiro didn't hear her and is looking at
the spot beside him expectantly. Sakura eyes India and her eyes travel to
India's abdomen. She grins delightedly at the inklings of a baby bump and gives
India an unexplained thumbs up.
The jovial antics of the Yamada row attract the attention of
some of the Chen cousins who look over judgmentally and whisper among
themselves.
Stephanie smooths her skirt and shakes her head politely at
Michael "If you think I'm easily offended you haven't spent enough time
with my family and friends." She leans forward giving Tams a pointed look.
Tams chuckles and then makes eye contact with some whispering Chens, giving
them a smile and a nod.
India blushes and
nudges Ryan to sit beside Hiro, blushing slightly at Sakura's thumbs up and
then turns her attention to Michael and Stephanie. "He needs to socialize.
Break that anti-social cherry, Steph." she deadpans.
Adum watches from his position and coughs, looking down at
the floor with his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
Michael is about to open his mouth to reply to Steph when
India speaks. "India!' he stares at her as if she’s the embarrassing
little sister.
Stephanie lets out a little alarmed squeak and then clears
her throat, blinking rapidly at India before taking out her phone "Oh look
it's one minute to start..." she mutters "thank god..." under
her breath after.
Tams snorts and leans back to Ryan, pointing at India
"I like her."
Garrett wipes at his eyes, turning his face to the wall to
hide his continued laughing.
Tristan looks between the adults with a slightly confused
expression.
Sakura catches the glances from the Chens and puts a finger
to her lips looking sternly at the lot of them "Shhhh!"
Ryan had been laughing breathily through his nose with India
but then nodded, sat down and pursed his lips, trying to look serious.
Anna had been half watching the Yamadas and company with
mild amusement and gave them a look like she'd rather be sitting in that row
than where she was now and about to do what she had to do to facilitate this
service.
India stands in her tight skirt, able to keep her expression
deadpan from long years of acting in her own videos. She places her hand on
Ryan's shoulder and stares straight ahead.
Michael hears Steph and agrees with her. "Amen."
he looks straight ahead also, waiting for the beginning of the end of it all.
Adum had overheard the Yamada's and glances back, then he
leans forward, shoulders shaking. "Poor guy. Thats Ryan's partner, I
think."
Megan just chuckles and shakes her head "My sister's
not helping at all. I can tell. Pass the popcorn...."
Adum straightens his face out and sits up. "Well, at
least I'm not bored. Lets pay attention, eh?" he offers and does his best,
to set the example.
Oshi Shikigami arrived dressed in a conservative looking
white suit-coat and skirt, with white gloves.
Noting the time she sat in a row close to, but not directly with Anna.
And just observe how things are going. As regarding others there, those that
she knows, she will give a brief smile to if they look towards her, but she
will not go out of her way to mingle. Oshi considers Anna, and by extension,
all her relatives, to be a good friend. Although they do not have years to
relate to, the time they have had together, has been good. However, Oshi also
knows that Anna has many lifelong friends, so she will just make sure that Anna
is aware she is there for her, as she wants or needs, but try hard not to
interfere with those whom she has a longer relationship with, or family
The last person to walk into the room was Mayor Shirley
Douglas. She was down to earth and unpretentious and took an open seat in one
of the back rows on the Wright side despite several offers from townspeople to
be closer to the front.
What's Laid to Rest Part 1
Lee Chen Wright had been missing since the devastating
earthquake on May 22nd . The police had stopped looking for his body
months ago. Reluctantly, the family had
decided to have a memorial. He was thought to have fallen into the sea and
drowned. Lee was 38 years old and had a reputation in Cedar Point for drinking
too much, picking fights with people and leaving a trail of disastrous
relationship carnage with women. There were still some who knew him hoping he
was alive somewhere, but others who mourned and needed closure. There was an
eclectic gathering of townsfolk filing into the Spokes Community Hall and
quietly finding seating among the old church benches. An iPod plugged into a
portable dock at the front of the room played a mix of Lee’s music that his
sister Anna had compiled into a play list. The current song was Everybody Hurts
by REM and quite appropriately timed.
Lee’s mother, Ushi Chen, sat stoically at the aisle seat on
the left hand first row. Beside her was Lee’s 10 year old daughter Rosalee
leaning into the crook of her Aunt Jade’s arm and quietly sobbing. Jade was crying
into the top of her niece’s hair. Beside Jade Chen was Michael Chen who looked
misty eyed and held the hand of his and Jade’s 9 year old daughter Lian. Lian
looked sadly down at her small sandaled feet. Ushi and Michael’s other living
brother Wei took up the second row with his now second wife Miyoun his two
grown children; Emma and Joseph and two grandchildren Peyton and baby Chase
sitting with and on Emma. Baby Chase was fussing and Emma scooped him up in her
arms and walked to the back of the hall, pacing with him and trying to will him
to settle.
The Wright and Beal side of Lee’s family sat on the opposite
side of the hall. Anna was seated in the aisle with her mother Tallulah Beal
beside her. Tallulah’s cousin Jennifer was next over beside Tallulah’s brother
Alan and his wife Patricia. Morgan Wright was not sitting among the family at
the front but awkwardly perched on a bench at the back on the same side,
looking ready to make a hasty exit at any time. His brother John Wright was at
the front, one row back from Anna in the aisle. Uncle John was in a wheelchair
so the second bench had been pushed a little further back to accommodate him.
Anna sat sideways on her end of the bench and had a
whispered conversation with her uncle. She had noticed her father and his
purposeful absence from the family group seating and given him a hopeful look.
Morgan had smiled sadly back at her and shaken his head. Uncle John held her
hand in both of his and spoke words of comfort.
Beside John were some old family friends of the Wright
brothers, known to the town as some of the original Quake Takers. The Quake Takers were said to be a cult like
group that emerged in the 1970s, spouting the view that people who disappeared
in the Quakes were part of some elaborate government conspiracy and cover up.
Tallulah glanced back and gave the group an awkward smile as she had heard them
slide into the bench after helping John position his chair. As the room kept
filling up, Chief of the CPPD crept in, scanned the room and stayed purposely
at the back, on the opposite side from Morgan Wright. The two men exchanged a
curt nod and Nick Callahan stood right by the doorway and leaned against it,
not remotely looking like he was even planning to sit. Tallulah smiled
knowingly at Nick and appeared to ignore Morgan. Morgan glanced between Nick
and Tallulah and quietly sighed.
Wolfgang Pots, with a cane in hand, hobbles in quietly as he
can, feeling awkward to be included in such an enduring private moment. He is
at the same time honor to have known Lee.. enjoying a drink after work with him
from time to time.. He felt necessary to pay his last respects to his bar buddy
.
He is dressing in a simple but elegant black suit and tie..
a bit more dressy than his usual garb of choice but leaning back to his rich
upbringing. He removes a black felt hat as he enters.
He walks toward the Wright side.. and politely gets Anna
attention. With a soft "pardon me, Miss. Anna ' he says softly "so
fer yer lost.. yer brother was a hoot and the black hole is sure a bit more
quite without his laughter .. ain't the same . He say in softly ..holding his
hat with a look of deep sympathy ..
Anna looks up from her conversation with her Uncle, noticing
Wolf approaching. She takes in the cane and the formality and swivels on her
seat until she can stand, offering him open arms for a careful hug if he's so
inclined to accept it.
"Thanks Wolf. It means a lot that you came today."
Wolf accepts her hug gingerly and he nods "wild drunken
horse's couldn't keep me away from paying my respects to the old orney fella.
He chuckles softly . "Always had a good joke fer me went I had a helluva
day" he smiles and makes to go to find a seat on the Wright side
Anna steps back, chuckling and puns "Wild and drunken
horses huh? You southern boys get up to some interesting farming. And you've
chosen the right side." Her Uncle John and her mother both give a little
groan at the pun and Anna smiles smugly as she sits back down.
The room was getting surprisingly crowded now. Anna’s
friends Tamela Douglas and Stephanie Yamada arrived together and found two
spots on the Wright side. Anna noticed them and they all exchanged a kind but
silent greeting. Some of the custodial staff from the school that worked with Lee came in as a group
along with a couple of Rosalee’s teachers and the school principal. That group
took the Chen side and occupied two rows behind some more distant Chen cousins
and some of the staff from the grocery store. Jack Douglas arrived with some of
his staff and regular patrons from the Black Hole Nighclub. For good or ill,
Lee had been a regular there. The Black Hole group settled in a scattered
pattern on the Wright side. Jack ended up diagonally behind his daughter Tamela
and tapped her on the shoulder before sitting down. She leaned back and gave
him a hug and he exchanged some words with Tamela and Stephanie.
Brandy Miller looked apprehensively around the room and
quickly took a seat in the back row at the wall on the Chen side. She was
perfectly made up as always in a little black dress and a pair of thigh high
boots that looked simultaneously alluring and deadly. Arriving directly behind
her was Garrett Yamada. He lingered in the wake of her perfume and watched her
sit down, hesitating and looking like he was contemplating trying to join her
in the empty row she only took up one bit of. Brandy unconsciously flipped her
silky long blonde hair. He shifted his
stance from foot to foot, thinking. Behind him, Nick Callahan stifled a chuckle
and then did a little face palm like he just couldn’t watch. Tamela happened to
glance in Garrett’s direction, inhaled quickly at the site of Brandy and then
snorted at Garrett. She elbowed Stephanie beside her who rolled her eyes and
then waved frantically at her brother and pointed behind him. Their parents
Hiroshi and Sakura were arriving and they had her son Tristan with them.
Tristan was in the care of his grandparents so Stephanie could be more present
to Anna at her brother’s funeral. Hiro was oblivious to Garrett’s distraction
and simply herded him into a row with his wife and grandson. Tamela and
Stephanie looked like they were trying to keep a straight face.
Megan Douglas steps out of Adum Brate’s car as they arrive
at the Spokes Hall and gives him a grateful smile "Thanks for coming with
me. I hate these things....we've had too many..."
Adum closes the car door Megan came from and nods. "I
agree.' he moves towards the door with her, his arm casually and comfortingly
around her, remembering how scared shed been to find out about the quake.
Megan sighs "Lee was kind of a dick, but I like Anna so
I'm here for her. I'm sure my sister's already in there, which is good."
She starts walking but slow enough so that it's easy for her and Adum to walk
with his arm around her. She just catches the back of Garrett Yamada as the
door shuts behind him.
Adum smiles. "It's got to be hard on her. I haven't
asked about the investigation, but ... it's pretty obvious they haven’t found
his .. him." he corrects himself and avoids saying 'his body'.
Megan nods and says quietly "Just like my mom...."
She reaches for the door and steps forward from being in his arm hold as they
approach it. As it opens you can just see Nick Callahan face palm as he hovers
by the entrance.
Adum only nods and stays close to her, offering his support.
He nods to Nick and, as they move in, notices other officers, obviously either
off duty or in plain clothes around. A town event, to be sure.
Megan noticed the tail end of some kind of exchange between
her sister and the Yamadas. She was sitting beside Stephanie and looking back
so Megan gave her a little smile. Tamela smiled back after some silliness that
seemed to be happening and then poked their father. Jack Douglas turned around
and saw Megan and Adum, waved, and then spoke to the Black Hole staff and
patrons around him. The group rearranged, freeing up space for the two to join
Jack. He beckoned them over. Megan looked at Adum in asking and head jutted
back to her father.
Adum nods at the head jut and nods for her to head on over.
"Ryan gonna make it?" he asks as he lifts his hand in acknowledgement
of Jack Douglas.
Megan looks around and shrugs "I dunno. I don't see
them...." She walks towards her father's row, hugging him before sitting
down. Jack reaches out to shake Adum's hand.
Adam continues to follow. "He better or it looks
bad." he grumbles softly, then reaches out to shake Jack's hand.
"Good to see you again, Mister Douglas." he keeps his manners in
check.
Megan observed another Yamada kerfuffle and then saw the
parentals waving. She follows Sakura's gaze and gives Adum a little nudge to
look back. Jack had muttered something about Mister Douglas being his father but
wasn't pressing the issue. He got quickly distracted by one of his staff pulling
him into another conversation.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Cedar Point Brunch Sept 11
Anna Wright picks up a coffee pot as she sees a familiar
face "Dr. Ayala. good morning. Sit anywhere."
Ziven Ayala nods and smiles. "Thank you .. and some
coffee, please ... and keep it coming." he looks a smidge tired.
Anna Wright comes over and pours "We have lots. I'll
come back after you've had a few sips. I know those mornings." she smiles.
Ziven Ayala reaches gratefully for the coffee with a smile.
"I wish it was that fun." he blows to cool and sips it black THEN
adds a little sugar and creamer. "Since I am only in town on the weekends
... I had a bit of a backlog with surgeries." he admits
Michael Reinhardt walks into the brunch and raises a hand to
the Dr, as if he might be considering saying something, but then moves to a
chair and sits. "Mornin Anna .. let me have the granola and fruit please.
And coffee." he asks.
Anna Wright turns and smiles at Michael "Morning and
absolutely." She looks back at Ziven "Do you know what you'd like to
eat before I hit the kitchen?"
Ziven Ayala sees Michael walk in and wave. He takes another
sip and calls out. "Good morning, Officer Reinhardt. And April is fine.
She's a little trooper." he winks a bit, already knowing what Michael is
worried about. "I want her to rest a bit more, but I will drop her off
before I go back to my week job ... station or your apartment?" he looks
at And. "Actually that granola sounds good. I'll take that too. The
regular breakfast has eggs in it right? So yea .. the granola."
Michael Reinhardt heaves a bit of a sigh. "Thanks Doc.
I appreciate that. I SHOULD be home by around three thirty or four. So my house
if possible. If not drop her off at work and someone will slide her under my
desk for a couple hours if she’s alright for that."
Anna Wright smiles "Kitty mascot for the CPPD! We can
do a tofu scramble if you want the full breakfast Ziven." She moves
towards Michael, pouring him a coffee but looks back, still in earshot before
her trip to the kitchen.
Ziven Ayala chuckles, but doesn’t reply to the comment about
the CPPD. "No ... I think the granola will be fine, but thank
you for the offer. I just can't eat eggs
and look my falcons in the eye later."
he teases.
Michael Reinhardt laughs. "I doubt that." he tells
Anna. "I .. found a kitten during the earthquake and .. I'm just .. now
getting her all fixed and her shots and all that." he tries to sound
mildly annoyed. "Since no one claimed her after the quake. You know .. I
put up the posters and all, but .. so .. I took her in is all."
Ziven Ayala chuckles.
"Which reminds me, Officer.
Because of your sacrifice, I a giving you the shots for nothing. It's a special I give rescuers." he drains his coffee. "One time only, but I know both April
AND I appreciate your taking her in."
he smirks. "Pain in the butt
that it may be and all."
Doctor Song: Looks around and shyly asks for some granola
and coffee.
Anna Wright sees the new patron and walks over, pouring a
coffee "Of course. Good morning and welcome to Cedar Point."
Michael Reinhardt blushes, but chuckles himself.
"Appreciate it, Doc." he says nothing more, really about it. He looks
at the newcomer and nods a quick greeting.
Doctor Song: thank you, just sailed in yesterday evening
Ziven Ayala looks at the newcomer with a nod of greeting and
then looks at Anna, lifting his coffee mug for a refill. "Please." he adds the verbal to the request.
Anna Wright smiles at the woman and then walks over to Ziven,
giving a new refill "The docks are so nice this time of year. Not so many
tourists." She heads for the kitchen next to make all the granola bowls.
Michael Reinhardt nods at the woman. "Welcome to Cedar
Point." he greets her with a friendly and quasi official smile, as he
represents Cedar Point as a peace officer.
Doctor Song: thank you it’s a pleasure to visit
Ziven Ayala smiles as he watches the black gold poured into
his cup. "Bless you." he chuckles.
He looks at the woman. "Are
you syaing or only visiting?" For
him the tourist season is over, but his work is not usual.
Anna Wright comes back out with three bowls, dropping them
off in the order they were ordered, to Ziven first, then Michael and then the
new patron "Bon appetite." she says to the room.
Michael Reinhardt smiles. "Thanks Anna." he looks
into his bowl. "How's it goin?" he asks her, casually. He knows she
is still dealing with the mess with her brother and is well aware of how he
hasn't been the biggest help in many ways.
Doctor Song: Thanks Miss , I am visiting the area for now
until my home is finished down the coast.
Ziven Ayala thanks Anna and picks up his spoon. He murmurs something quickly that is unintelligible..
It’s perhaps a prayer. Then he begins to
eat, not speaking much as he does so.
Anna Wright replies to Michael "It's going.....this
week is a bit intense." She smiles wryly and then steps closer to the new
patron "And you sailed here? I'm Anna by the way."
Michael Reinhardt eats a bit of the granola and nods at
Anna's reply. "I bet." he glances at the newcomer. "Oh .. my
manners. I'm Officer Reinhardt. Michael Reinhardt. Just one of the cops about
town." he introduces himself, without commenting on the sailor aspect of
this woman.
Doctor Song: Hi Anna, Officer,Dr.Rose Song, Friends call me Rosie,
yes I sail all over it seems as of late.
Ziven Ayala eats neatly but quickly .. one of the signs of a
man on a relatively tight schedule. He
does take a pause to introduce himself.
"Ziven Ayala. The local
part-time vet." he doesn’t use the
term doctor. That part is pretty obvious
in his opinion. Even though he has only
been paying half attention, it’s safe to assume she called him 'Doctor' because
Michael or Anna did.
Anna Wright gives Michael a little smile at his introduction
and then nods at Doctor Song "May I call you Rosie? And are you a medical
doctor or is it an academic title?" She glances at Ziven and adds
"Because we seem to be 50% docs in here today."
Michael Reinhardt chuckles and gets back to concentrating on
his meal for the now, listening to the whole doctor confusion with mild
amusement.
Doctor Song: Ret. Norwegian Navy Medic served in Kosovo
conflict now a day I do charity work.
Ziven Ayala grins and drinks of his coffee. He arches a brow. "So you aren't a medical
physician?" he wonders, knowing
little about Canadian or Norwegian militaries, mostly only American where
physicians aren’t medics.
"Interesting."
Anna Wright looks between the two doctors, not knowing the
finer points of the training, education and title and then over to Michael with
a shrug. She stays quiet so as not to talk over Ziven's question.
Michael Reinhardt looks at Anna and winks. "I can apply
a bandage AND call for an ambulance at the same time." he makes it sound
like he's bragging about his complete lack of higher medical education.
Doctor Song: aside from stitching up the wounded I suppose
your right but then I have done the nastiest work of piecing together small
bodies after a bunker blaster tears though apartment blocks /tears up a little/
Ziven Ayala offers a grin as he chews and shakes his head at
Michael as he swallows. "But you
may be more important to me on a day to day basis, Officer." he
compliments. "Oh no .. no insult
intended." he apologizes. "I was advised against joining the
military in the U.S., and of course never joined here, even if I am half
Aboriginal. Seems the medics are the
ones who get the people TO the doctor, so ...." he shrugs and offers the woman an olive
branch. "What do I know? I work with Peregrine falcons during the week
and pets on the weekends."
Anna Wright had laughed at Michael's bandage comment and
then was reaching for the coffee pot again when she heard Doctor Song talk
about stitching small bodies. She turned, clutching the pot to her, reacting to
the words and the woman's emotion with her own breath catching in her throat a bit.
She nods vaguely at Ziven, appreciating his words diffusing the intensity in
the air and then peers into the cups in the room, looking around "Anyone
for a refill?" she asks a little quietly.
Michael Reinhardt arches a brow at the conversation's
direction. "It can get interesting. I was never military, but I worked in
a civilian war zone." he shrugs. "But without one, the other fails
and the person, a.k.a the patient dies. No man is an Island blah blah
blah." he looks at Anna. "I think I strained my little brain on that
one. So yes, more coffee for me, please." he touches his temple. "I
need a vacation." he murmurs.
Doctor Song: Yes, Please breathing a sigh just memories
things I have to let go of, its why I sail, it helps me. And maybe someday I
would love to see the falcons.
Ziven Ayala watches Anna's reaction and Michael's
reply. "Yes, more coffee for me
Anna." and with that he kills the
coffee he HAD been drinking. With his
empty cup he mock salutes Michael.
"I heard that." he
agrees, apparently needing one as well.
Looking at the woman, he nods a bit.
"We would love to have you on the island. It's beautiful and relaxing .. not that Cedar
Point isn't but ... I'm not used to all
this hustle and bustle, even only on weekends."
Anna Wright walks around and fills all the cups. When she's
at Ziven's table she says "I'm coming there next weekend. You work with my
friend by the way, Charlotte. I figured it out after the pizza place. She's
invited me up to decompress." She gives Michael a poke after the fills his
"You should join me. It's really nice there and this is the time of year
to go." Moving to Doctor Song's table she says "Falcon Island,
Deisling Provincial Park. You could sail there I'm sure. It's less than a day's
journey. I'm going to go to escape some stress. I have to deliver a eulogy next
Thursday...for my brother Lee...I need a break after."
Michael Reinhardt laughs a little at Ziven suggesting that
Cedar Point was hustle and bustle. "See, I was thinking Cedar Point WAS
beautiful and relaxing ... compared to The Devils Kitchen ... the neighborhood in Vancover I worked
with the PD there." he shakes his head. "The idea there is MORE peace
and quiet than HERE?" he shakes his head, clearly a city boy. He looks up
at Anna after her blatant assault on his person. "I'd love to ..
seriously. I need a couple days off to decompress ...." he pauses.
"Or whatever passes for it in my life."
Doctor Song: I am so sorry, for your loss, and maybe I will
sail by after I resupply and check the rigging on the boat. It’s a busy week of
things for me /laughs at her internal joke about beings busy/
Ziven Ayala raises his brows at both Michael’s words and
Anna's comment. "You know Charlotte? Nice. We'd love to have you. When I
get back tonight I will see about tidying up the place." he finishes his
granola and fruit. "Might even iron my uniform for company." he teases
even though he's always pretty put together and professional. He wonders about
the comment abut her brother, but doesn’t follow through. None of his concern
so no need to rip at what is clearly a scab.
Anna Wright smiles a bit at Michael "It's quieter than
here. Basically a little cabin retreat. Hope you don't mind outhouses."
She nods at Doctor Song "Thank you. It was the quake that took him...like
too many here." She chuckles a bit at Ziven "I used to babysit
Charlotte when we were young. She was always trying to save the starfish and
crabs that were beached...now she just gets paid to." she pours herself a
coffee now and stands, drinking it.
Michael Reinhardt grins at the doctor’s early welcome.
"I can do quiet ... um ... yea ...outhouses ... I ... I'm ...
teachable?" he offers, although it sounds like he isn’t' completely sure
he can handle something that complicated.
Doctor Song: Giggles at the outhouse comment, I am sure
outhouses won't pose a big treat.
Ziven Ayala chuckles over his coffee. "I'll write you up a quick instructional
pamphlet and provide toilet paper from my PERSONAL stock, Officer." he promises, not mocking, just teasing a
bit. "It is far from rocket
science. You'll do fine."
Anna Wright snorts "Michael....you look like you could
take down a bear...but you can't shit in the woods?" She seems highly
amused by this and smiles at both Ziven and Doctor Song.
Michael Reinhardt snorts. "I appreciate that, Doc.
Really, I do." he shakes his head and drains the coffee. "Anna .. let
me know when you want to go and I will make sure to be available. Ryan and
India can cat sit for me. And Doc I will see you when you drop off April."
he stands, going for his wallet to pay, nods to the woman and exit for his
shift.
Doctor Song: pays her bill and leaves a generous tip.
Ziven Ayala laughs aloud and kills his own coffee. "And I have to see a couple of patients
before I can head back to Falcon Island.
But I will see you in a couple days." he also pays and leaves,
turning in the opposite direction Michael turned to continue his day.
Doctor Song: thank you kindly Ms. Anna that was wonderful.
Anna Wright waves as Michael passes "I'll text."
and smiles at Doctor Song "thanks so much. Have a great day and see you
again. Cheers Ziven. I look forward to
it." She starts to gather dishes, smiling at him too.
Cedar Point and Alexandra News Bulletin Sept 12, 2016
***on all channels, broadcasts and social media in print and
video format***
Vancouver police are investigating a rash of pharmaceutical
and cash thefts in the lower mainland area. No less than 7 storefront
pharmacies and two pharmaceutical warehouses were victims of robberies over the
last week and a half. Four suspects are described as male, dressed in black ski
masks and black clothing and carrying automatic assault rifles. Anyone with information on the robberies is
asked to contact their local police department immediately.
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