Log of the Cambric, continued
Feb. 3rd, 2006 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerIt was raining as we left the ship: I had been warned about rain, but not about mud. I fell over three times before we got to the wire fence, and tore my smocky tunicky thing climbing over, with the result that by the time I'd picked the padlock to let Palinurus stroll out I looked even less socially desirable. Also, I was starting to get hungry.
There was only one thing for it. I briefed Palinurus quickly, and we hopped on a groundbus to the centre of the city, using some of the small change I'd fabricated. We got off just down the road from one of the most exclusive eateries in the city (so, at least, the comm traffic I'd picked up ahd said) and I waited while Palinurus went in, in his affluent-looking and spotless outfit, and delivered the spiel I'd outlined. Then I slumped my shoulders, messed up my hair a bit more, and ambled in.
"Ah, your sieurship," gushed the head waiter, while Palinurus stood by and beamed, "we are most honoured. Please, come this way, a table has been reserved for you--" And so on. I smiled vaguely and said thank you and accepted everything they offered me, which turned out to be a fairly pleasant meal with a selection of interesting if a trifle over-sweet wines.
When we had both eaten, I got up, smiled vaguely, said thank you and ambled out again, and waited while Palinurus tried delicately and failed to persuade the manager to accept payment. Apparently my sieurship's credit was always good. That was useful to know. Other places might be slightly more demanding in terms of identification, though, so I sent Palinurus off to find lodging for us. I would have to acquire some respectable clothes in the morning.
I didn't think much of the place he eventually took me too--a bit on the shabby side--but the manager was affable enough, and very keen to make sure we had everything we needed. In fact, he offered us several things I was absolutely sure we didn't need, and I told him so in no uncertain terms, after which his manner cooled a bit. The room was reasonable, but I missed my comfortable quarters on the homeship. Silly, I know, but I'm determined to be absolutely honest in this log and spare myself nothing.
The morning was sunny, with a fresh breeze and scudding clouds. I dragged myself out of bed to find Palinurus already up and singing in the shower. Some Nyronds have a gift for music. Palinurus' talents must lie in other directions.
There was no sign of the helpful manager when we went downstairs. I amused myself by hacking into his computer and hiring the best cleaners, interior designers and auditors I could find, paying for them from one of his private bank accounts, which were sizeable. Palinurus went out to find me a decent outfit, and returned half an hour later, to my surprise and pleasure, with one that fitted me perfectly and looked fully as affluent as his. I particularly liked the rather dashing green lanyard on the left shoulder.
As I write we're just finishing a very pleasant breakfast at a cafe with outside tables. From here we'll go and move into our new office, and then we can finally get under way.
I wonder why people keep bowing to me?
There was only one thing for it. I briefed Palinurus quickly, and we hopped on a groundbus to the centre of the city, using some of the small change I'd fabricated. We got off just down the road from one of the most exclusive eateries in the city (so, at least, the comm traffic I'd picked up ahd said) and I waited while Palinurus went in, in his affluent-looking and spotless outfit, and delivered the spiel I'd outlined. Then I slumped my shoulders, messed up my hair a bit more, and ambled in.
"Ah, your sieurship," gushed the head waiter, while Palinurus stood by and beamed, "we are most honoured. Please, come this way, a table has been reserved for you--" And so on. I smiled vaguely and said thank you and accepted everything they offered me, which turned out to be a fairly pleasant meal with a selection of interesting if a trifle over-sweet wines.
When we had both eaten, I got up, smiled vaguely, said thank you and ambled out again, and waited while Palinurus tried delicately and failed to persuade the manager to accept payment. Apparently my sieurship's credit was always good. That was useful to know. Other places might be slightly more demanding in terms of identification, though, so I sent Palinurus off to find lodging for us. I would have to acquire some respectable clothes in the morning.
I didn't think much of the place he eventually took me too--a bit on the shabby side--but the manager was affable enough, and very keen to make sure we had everything we needed. In fact, he offered us several things I was absolutely sure we didn't need, and I told him so in no uncertain terms, after which his manner cooled a bit. The room was reasonable, but I missed my comfortable quarters on the homeship. Silly, I know, but I'm determined to be absolutely honest in this log and spare myself nothing.
The morning was sunny, with a fresh breeze and scudding clouds. I dragged myself out of bed to find Palinurus already up and singing in the shower. Some Nyronds have a gift for music. Palinurus' talents must lie in other directions.
There was no sign of the helpful manager when we went downstairs. I amused myself by hacking into his computer and hiring the best cleaners, interior designers and auditors I could find, paying for them from one of his private bank accounts, which were sizeable. Palinurus went out to find me a decent outfit, and returned half an hour later, to my surprise and pleasure, with one that fitted me perfectly and looked fully as affluent as his. I particularly liked the rather dashing green lanyard on the left shoulder.
As I write we're just finishing a very pleasant breakfast at a cafe with outside tables. From here we'll go and move into our new office, and then we can finally get under way.
I wonder why people keep bowing to me?