The Asian Festival (Attn: Dana/Open)

Not being a subtle driver Pak had put the 'Lil Bird through its paces but she never even risked scratching the paint on her precious 57 Thunderbird. She loved her car. It was a nice night out so the top was currently stowed in the trunk. She'd have to put it back up when they parked, but for now, she enjoyed having the wind in her hair. Reaching their destination, she parked a fair distance from any other car and under a light. Sliding out of the car, she set about putting the top back in place and locking up.

Apparently, it was cultural awareness month in Nachton as Pak had gone to a Celtic festival with Kem and Aishe last weekend and after some chat had settled on an Asian heritage festival tonight. There should be plenty to do and see. Calligraphy demonstrations in several language, bonsi and origami demos, food, drink, shopping from silk to jewelry to art, dancers were performing, artists were arting and many other things.

Pak absently smiled at the sounds and smells. It was far neater and quieter than the market back home had been but it wasn't that far off.


"Where do you want to start?"Â?

Aishe 14 years ago
"Babylon?" Aishe wrinkled her nose. She preferred to get dinner elsewhere. Many of the people who came out of that place were high on something, and she'd had a bad experience with that one night. She had since learned to be a decent judge of human impairment. "Though there is kind of a cute bartender there. Sort of tall, light brown hair, grey eyes. Very tasty."

Aishe generally didn't hunt through seduction. Although Kiamhaat had never asked it of her, she placed the burden upon her own shoulders to be respectful of his feelings. Intimately linked as they were, he could feel her emotions and she never wanted to run the risk of tempting lust. She found that she was small enough and unassuming enough that if she simply walked into a run-down, rough-and-tumble area, she was walking bait and generally sooner or later, someone would get the idea she could be harrassed, mugged, or something equally distasteful. When that happened she happily turned the tables, fed herself, and had a guilt-free evening.


"Good for the 'woe is me' spiel," she added, regarding the bartender. He was a sucker for a lost lamb, as she'd found out. She wasn't against playing the "oh help me I'm lost" card either.
Pakpao 14 years ago
Pak shrugged a bit apologetically. She didn't feel it necessary to elaborate that she was still a bit apprehensive about some of her usual habits. She was concerned not only for herself but for the humans involved too.

"That doesn't sound like our guy, but if I try this tact again I'll look for him."Â?

That just made her laugh. For some reason Pak couldn't pull of helpless lost looks. She didn't know why but even people who didn't know her seemed less than convinced by them. It was a good thing she wasn't an actress.

"Perhaps I should investigate the possibility of a familiar. I could certainly use some help with a few daylight errands as well, especially if our new arrivals get interesting."Â?

Pak knew she wasn't a vital cog in dealing with the wolves, but she was a helpful cog. However, much of what she didn't simply didn't require her to be out and about during the day, so the familiar idea wasn't one she often considered. Even now, it felt odd to say it.
Aishe 14 years ago
"There's an idea," Aishe said. "It has its perks, I'm told."

Also its downside. That in mind she bit her lip for a moment and said softly, "Talk to Kem before you make a decision on that though, okay?"

She'd asked him once why he didn't have any familiars. As new as she was, the only one she really knew was Dani, and she seemed happy enough with her lot. Kiamhaat had had a lot more information though, and Aishe now understood why he didn't currently have, and probably would never have, a familiar. It was one among many reasons he'd never wished that state upon her, too.

They meandered along, browsing their way through the various booths. Aishe finally spotted what she thought Pak was looking for, a small booth with stands of little tiny trees.


"Are those what you wanted Pak?" They looked like bansai to her.
Pakpao 14 years ago
“And its draw backs. I can barley keep myself out of trouble. I’m not sure the extra responsibility would be a boon.”

Pak and Kem had never really talked about familiars. However, she was old enough to have met her fair share of them and knew the bonds could go poorly. Given Aishe’s tone she guessed that Kem had had a bit of trouble along these lines. Still she would talk to him, if nothing else it would be a good opener. She could hear it now, “So Kem what do you think of me getting a familiar and oh by the by the bastard who turned me is in town.”

Yeah, great casual conversation. What she wouldn’t give for the good old days of roller skate wearing storm troopers.

Still she nodded at Aishe.


“I’ll do that. It’s not like I’m rushing out to recruit some one. Hell I don’t even have an –idea- who could fill that roll. Do you think I could take out a personal?”

Fortunately Aishe found the bonsai trees and that distracted Pak, keeping her from becoming too morose as was all too often the case these days.

“Yes. I thought one might be good either in my office or my place. Help me pick a pretty one.”

Pak wandered deeper into the little booth noting the had both real and some very high-end faux trees. Perhaps a faux would be better, she might forget about the little thing if she got busy.
Aishe 14 years ago
Aishe chuckled softly. "Single Vampire seeks willing servant for daytime errands. Must have affinity for body piercing. Serious inquiries only. No dogs."

She kept her voice low, but it probably mattered very little; the festival was in its last hour or so and the crowds were not thick. They wandered amongst the bansai trees together. Aishe hadn't realized there were so many different kinds.


"Do you want one with flowers, or one like the little pine trees? Which one is easiest to look after?"
Pakpao 14 years ago
Pak rolled her eyes at the idea.

“I’d wind up with a mile long line of goth freaks at my door.”

If she’d been at her desk Pak would have beaten her head against it. Since she wasn’t she settled for another clove.

“How –does- one go about filling such a job?”

It was a rhetorical question. Pak more or less knew the answer. She also knew that she was a private enough person that it would take her some serious time and effort to establish a bond that would have the potential to progress to that level. As it was Reign was the best choice and that didn’t seem like a good match. She had a dog.

“The fake ones are the easiest to deal with. I think I like the pine trees better than the flowers though.”
Aishe 14 years ago
"You might," Aishe said with another laugh. "I bet they'd be willing and able though."

Pak's next question made her shrug her shoulders. "You're asking the wrong person. How should I know? I'm still a newbie."

She knew Pak hadn't expected an answer, so she smiled and shopped through the bansais. Aishe decided she shared Pak's preference for the little junipers, adorable and enchanting in their little ceramic bowls.

"They seem like maybe they'd be easier to care for... though yeah, I guess you could do a fake one. Isn't that kind of cheating, though?"

It seemed to her if you were going to get a bansai you should probably get a real one.
Pakpao 14 years ago
“I don’t do pale with died black hair and dog collars. … … Well except on the weekends.”

Pak laughed a bit at Aishe. Newbie wasn’t the issue here. Pak had seen her share of time but it was something she’d never seriously thought about, much less perused.

“A few years ago I might have asked you.”

It was Pak’s turn to shrug, short of personals and auditions she really didn’t have a good idea. Maybe she’d start paying more attention to the personal life of some of her staff. There were one or two she would consider telling she was a vampire if the situation called for it, but that was the best she could do right now.

“Have you –seen- my office?”

Actually, it was freakishly clean and organized, but everything in it went through phases of neglect when she was focused. Bonsai, from what she’d read, could be a bit temperamental.

“And then there is the whole issue of natural light. I’m not so sure cheating is a bad thing here.”
Aishe 14 years ago
That was news to Aishe, who turned and looked at Pak quizzically. "A few years ago, I might have said yes."

She broke into a grin then. "Now, however, I know you much better."

Still nibbling on her poor little squid she considered Pak's opinion on fake bonsai.
"Isn't that what you have interns for? Take the bonsai out and give it some light? Besides, look," she indicated a tag on one of the little plants. "This one says it doesn't need a lot of natural light and thrives under fluorescents."

It was a cute little tree, too. The tag said it was a Norfolk Island Pine. It had a pretty, light green color and seemed feathery and airy. "Recommended for indoors with a drip tray. What's a drip tray?"

A little more investigation answered that question for her; it seemed many bonsai did best in humidity, so you placed a little dish of water beneath them to provide. Interesting.

"This doesn't seem impossible, Pak."
Pakpao 14 years ago
“I might be nicer to you if you were earning your keep.”

Pak shot back without a second thought.

“Yeah that’s what they do, water the plants, fetch coffee, hold my dartboard.”

Still she grinned. Aishe was almost as adept as Kem at keeping her from getting too moody. It was a slightly different tact but the principle was the same.

Looking up from the fake that she had started to favor Pak wandered over to check out what Aishe had found. Pak frowned and re-read everything.


“I think it takes more work than my fish.”

Still it was tempting, it was very pretty and maybe it would give her something else to worry about.

“Do you think we could turn up a couple more of these? I might as well do my Christmas shopping now.”
Aishe 14 years ago
"Oh I'm earning my keep all right," Aishe said with another cheeky grin at Pak, "It's just that you're not the one buttering my bread."

With that and a little flutter of eyelashes she let Pak know exactly who she was working for.

Aishe felt safe in turning away, assuming Pak didn't want to shatter any lovely clay planters that she would have to then pay for. Looking through the little plants she located several more of the Norfolk variety firs.


"They're really cute," she said. "Maybe I'll buy one too." If all they needed was indirect light, she could easily place it somewhere for the day where it would get low light; maybe at the kitchen window omr someplace out of the way. She didn't think Kiamhaat would mind having a houseplant. Zoe might, however.

"Do cats tend to nibble at bonsai, do you think?"
Pakpao 14 years ago
Pak rolled her eyes and muttered something about love and courting couples under her breath –and- in her native language. She was increasingly more often feeling lonely, and her encounter with her maker had only intensified those feelings. She could, had and was coping with that issue, one didn’t have to be part of a couple to be safe happy and fulfilled. Besides, she had the clan and Kem and Aishe but a brother wasn’t always an adequate substitute for a lover. Still, there was no need to advertise those feelings to any one including Aishe.

God damned it to hell girl! You –can’t- buy one who do you think I was doing my Christmas shopping for?”

She growled at the girl/woman/vampire, but even that growl dissolved into a grin. At least she’d been right about the present.

“Not sure about the cat though. I’m betting ‘yes’ now that you mention it.[/I]
Aishe 14 years ago
Aishe blinked at Pak, then smiled sweetly. "Well it won't work now anyway," she pointed out sensibly. "It's no fun if we know what we're getting."

She blithely made her way through the little plants until she found one that looked, in her inexpert opinion, hardly enough to stand up to the inspection of a curious cat.

"You're going to have two of these if Zoe can't keep her paws off," she said to Pak, picking up the little ceramic pot that held the tiny tree.
Pakpao 14 years ago
“But if you know I know you won’t suspect me to get you one so I can still get you one. Of course, now that you know my plan you’ll suspect me to so I can’t but if you know I can’t than I can.”

It could get worse from there. In fact, that only made the tiniest fraction of sense to Pak and she was the one who had said it.

Seeing Aishe was not to be discouraged she sighed, sounding as put upon as she possibly good.


“If I can kill one I can kill two.”

On general principle, she bought a second one for David. He still didn’t understand what had happened that night in the Qwerty. Paying for both, she cocked her head at Aishe.

“You done? Anything else you want to see?”

If Aishe was done, so was she and she could give them both a ride home or two the towers or where ever.
Aishe 14 years ago
"So clearly, I can not choose the wine in front of me," Aishe said cheerfully to Pak, carrying her bonsai to the counter and paying for it after Pak got her two.

She nibbled the last bid of squid off its stick and flourished the now empty skewer at her friend.
"No, I came here to do what I said I'd do and I've done it."

As they left the bonsai tent she tossed the stick in a nearby garbage.
"Honestly, it was tasty. I'd eat it again. It needs chocolate in there somewhere though."

She considered it while they headed to the parking lot. "Maybe not dipped in it, but something on the side?"
Pakpao 14 years ago
“Some day I’m going to get into a land war in Asia, just to see what it’s like.”

It was fun and easy to just wander off into movie dialog. It was a good movie too nor did it surprised her that Aishe would know it.

She snorted as Aishe professed to liking the squid.


“Well of course it was tasty. Squid is meant to be eaten where as sheep stomach… blech.”

All expression died on her face as the girl started trying to work out how to incorporate chocolate into seafood. Shaking her head she gestured for Aishe to give her a hand with the hard top and stowing it in the trunk. It was too nice out to leave it up.

“So wait dipping the whole squid in chocolate is too much but judiciously dipping the squid into the chocolate is OK?”
Aishe 14 years ago
"I imagine there's probably a whole lot of walking from here to there involved," Aishe said. "Maybe broken with some bits of driving from here to there. Or even flying from here to there. It depends on your funding I guess."

Aishe obediently held onto the car's top as Pak went about folding it and dismantling it. She never got the hang of how to do the thing properly, but Pak didn't seem to need much help other than an extra pair of hands to keep things steady. She probably didn't even need that, but she seemed to intend to give Aishe a ride home so it was only polite for Aishe to help where she could.


"It doesn't have to be dipped," she said. "Just on the side. Like a complimentary flavor. Maybe I shouldn't watch the cooking channel so much."

She grinned at Pak. So she watched some late night TV. She couldn't help it; both she and Kiamhaat liked watching cooking shows. Neither one of them did much cooking, but they were fascinated by the variety of techniques and blended flavors people came up with, and every once in a while they tried a recipe to see what the fuss was about, with mixed success. It would have been a shame for all of Kiamhaat's very nice kitchen utensils to go unused anyhow.
Pakpao 14 years ago
“That sounds like a lot of work. I could probably manage it all on line. Maybe even come up with some graphics to spice things up.”

Pak said thoughtfully as they finished stowing the hard top. In some sick kind of way this did actually sound like fun. Maybe she’d find a real-estate agent tomorrow night and she what it would actually take to start a land war.

Satisfied the top was a way and the bonsai stowed so they wouldn’t fall and damage the upholstery she slid into the driver’s seat.


“So what you’re going to eat the squid and then dip your fingers in the chocolate? I think we’re missing some key ingredients here. I’m defiantly revoking your cooking show privileges.”

Of course Pak had a thing for Iron Chef but that was entirely different so she didn’t bring it up.

Fastening her seat belt, no shoulder harnesses in a car this age, she muttered.


“I really do need a new car.”

As the bird got older, she became increasingly worried about it being damaged and not being able to repair it. Maybe she’d just buy a second one for everyday driving and moth ball this one.

“OK where to? Home? The towers? Las Vegas? If we decide on Vegas though I’ll have to stop for gas.”
Aishe 14 years ago
"Nice. Propaganda," Aishe said with a snicker. Only Pak would seriously consider actually trying to start a land war.

She climbed into the passenger seat of Pak's car and fastened her seat belt. "I don't know," she exclaimed about the squid. "I was just thinking out loud! I'm sure someone out there has paired squid with chocolate to some sort of success, even if it's negative! And you can't take away my cooking show rights. Kem will sneak me DVDs, I know he will."

That reflection was put on hold as Pak mentioned the unspeakable and pondered a new car. Aishe looked at her wide-eyed and finally reached over, silently pressing her hand to Pak's forehead as if checking for fever. She shook her head with a little 'tsk' as if Pak was beyond saving.

She considered the question of where to go and then said,
"Home, please. Kem will be back in an hour or two."

He shouldn't be gone all night; just until fairly early in the morning, which it was getting to be. "We'll do Vegas another weekend."
Pakpao 14 years ago
“I can and I will and if I have to I will replace all those DVDs Kem plans on smuggling you with Bob Ross reruns.”

That was the worst threat Pak could come up with right then. The creepy painter with the freaky Afro bothered her. It didn’t seem natural on many levels. Perhaps that was because she’d spent too much time with real artists back in the day.

She did a double take when Aishe touched her, automatically reinforcing her subterfuge. The action caught her off guard, but she quickly relaxed once she realized what Aishe was doing. It had been decades since she’d checked any one for a fever.


“The car is fifty five years old! It’s a work of art besides.”

The bird was quickly backed out of its place and put into gear and it zipped forward at a good clip.

“At least you left out the ‘Jeeves’.”

That reminded her she needed to tell Kem her maker was in town. It would wait until tomorrow though. If nothing else did didn’t want him to think she was a total basket case.