Who Said Romance is Dead?
Who Said Romance is Dead?
Summary: Eli's plotting pays off, and Jax and Meris are duly set up on a date
Date: 63ACH
Related Logs: Cake or Ass, Waxy Lingerie Wrestlemania

Carina Park Carina - Central Square
63 ACH 23817 Souls

The main level of the Carina depicts a garden-like atmosphere with cobble-stoned walkways leading off to other areas. This ship is the pride of the Colony fleet. Set up as a training area and stadium for play-offs of the Colony Pyramid teams. - In the center square the colony flags fly with their Pyramid team labels.
Caprican Buccaneers, Picon Panthers, Aerelon Argonauts, Tauron Bulls, Aquarian Aces, Virgon Vultures, Sagittaron Hornets, Scorpia Stingers, Libris Daredevils, Gemenon Giants, Canceron Capitals and the Leonis Liberators. The flags surround a statue of the latest team who won. The C-Bucs Pyramid trophy stands proudly in the center.

Signs point down the cobblestone pathways to other places: Training, Housing, Hotel, Courts and Stadium.

Contents: Jax Meris Wireless 582

Exits: [D] Docking Bay [GH] General Housing
[PH] Pyr Hotel [SA] Spires Avenue
[SC] Sport Courts [TA] Training Areas

Meris is rather noticeable, as ever. It's rather an occupational hazard when you're a good foot taller than the average woman. She has found a (to be truthful, pretty frumpy) dress from somewhere, big enough to fit her, and is getting herself some shore leave. She has a quick glance at a scrap of paper in her hands, brow furrowed as she looks around the park in general for signs, maps, or just somebody to give her directions.

Jax is waiting at the appointed place, he too holding a scrap of paper with what is likely Eli's hand writing on it. He sits on the edge of a planter, leaning over his knees with his elbows propped up on his thighs. A casual glance is given to his wrist watch, though likely he's early instead of her being late.

Approaching the area, Meris looks Jax over, lifting her chin in greeting. "G'day, mate," she offers simply, giving her own watch a quick glance. On time. Just. She proceeds to just stand there awkwardly, rolling up the scrap of paper between her fingers.

Jax stands smoothly, tucking his own piece of paper into his jeans pocket. Of course he recognizes Meris straight away, and that has a grin tugging up one corner of his lips in a lazy attempt at a smile. "Evenin', yourself. You clean up well." Which is meant to be some backwards sort of compliment, most likely.

Meris nods slowly. "Uh. Yeah. Cheers." A pause. "Yeah, you too, eh?" she adds, looking him over more closely and finally offering her hand. "You're that guy who fixes the Vipers, eh? I'm… uh… Hughes. Hey."

Jax slips his hand into hers, clasping the other one over her knuckles warmly. "Jackson Miller. Jax." He doesn't shake, rather he just gives a slight squeeze before releasing her hand. "Yeah, I'm one of those guys that scrambles around like a neon orange ant down in the Barn. Hughes? Is that how you'd prefer to be called?"

Meris grins a little at that, shaking her head. "Well, I guess I'm Meris, then, eh? When I'm not carrying a gun around and stuff." She rubs at the bridge of her nose briefly, asking, "So what's the plan, Jax? The Sheriff got dinner lined up, I think?"

Jax gives a little bit of a cough and a laugh, "Yeah, dinner." He's not mentioning that hotel key that's in his pocket for the time being. "Over at the Spotlights, at the Pyr Hotel. Shall we, Meris?" He asks, offering her a hand with a multitude of rings on it. Seems he has no qualms holding his date's hand, if she prefers.

Meris takes the hand, nodding easily. The pair make an odd couple, it's true, and holding hands it looks more like a mother leading her son across a busy road than a couple on a date. "Yeah, a quick bite to eat, I reckon," she agrees, glancing sidelong at him. "A bloke like you needs to keep his strength up, eh?"

Jax at least tries to keep up with Meris' gait, not feeling awkward in the slightest, even though she has a good half of a foot in height on him, and a more muscle. Most guys would be intimidated, but he's just going with the flow. "You in a hurry?" He asks with his face crinkled in amusement. When they approach the hotel, he actually steps ahead to hold the doors open for her.

Meris has the good graces to look somewhat embarrassed at the question. "I just figured, yanno. If the Sheriff set you up, you probably had a good long chat with him, eh? Oh, cheers, mate," she adds as he holds the door, ducking her head automatically as she steps through the doorway. "So… uh. Yeah. He told you what the deal is?"

Hotel Entrance Carina - Pyr Hotel
63 ACH 23817 Souls

The Pyr Hotel was designed for those here on some sort of vacation to enjoy the training of the Pyramid teams, play-offs and official Stadium games. - Mainly, the Carina became an off-world Vacation spot for those with enough money to enjoy the atmosphere. The entrance is a grand hallway, with chandeliers and marble floors leading up to the hotel's reception desk. Beyond the desk, another flight of stairs lead to the hotel's Atrium.

Contents: Jax Meris Wireless 1011

Exits: [A] Atrium [O] Out
[S] Spotlights

Jax bows slightly at the waist when she says cheers, "Well. The Sheriff asked me if I would consider taking you on a date, and it sounded like a perfectly lovely way to spend an evening, so here we are, right?" Which leaves him a little confused at the hotel key, but he can make the assumption from there.

Meris nods slowly, folding her hands behind her back. She takes a breath, then explains all in a rush, "Look, I don't want any of that relationship crap, mate, okay, I'm just out for a good time, a bit of action, cheers very much, and then away in the morning. Just so we're straight, eh?"

Jax can't help but smirk a bit at that. "Well then. I promise not to call or send flowers. C'mon, I'm starved." He hitches a head towards the interior of the hotel, and to the Spotlight.

Spotlights Carina - Pyr Hotel
63 ACH 23817 Souls

In the sea of sports, there is a small island of non sports related propaganda. That is Spotlights. Hearkening back to bygone days of flatscreen projected images as entertainment, Spotlights is a dim place, the intimate tables never holding more than four people. The low lighting is broken from time to time by its namesake, occasionally a cone of light sweeping slowly through the area, though the effect on the air, laden with a harmless mist generator is more of the beam of the light visible than shining harshly on anyone. The air is quiet, with the occasional lone piano music heard drifting through the air. The bar is polished glass and chrome, catching and reflecting the light when the two meet, otherwise the subdued offset lights give the place a sensual glow. One wall holds a low curtained stage, which at times draws back, and the spotlights fade, and a classic film plays at scheduled times. The bar serves drinks and food, though the emphasis is on the drinks, and the food is limited. All the glassware is sparkling clean and of crystal. Martini glasses, whiskey tumblers, daiquiri glasses and Brandy Snifters, Spotlights has it all.

Contents: Jax Meris Wireless 834

Exits: [O] Out
Adele comes in from Hotel Entrance.
Adele has arrived.

Meris grins, visibly relieved at the reaction. "Yeah, sure, no worries, mate. What do they serve to eat here anyway? Anything but frakking eel would be pretty nice."

Adele strides purposefully into the bar, a plain manila folder thickened with documents in one hand. She dips a nod to the host as he offers to show her to a table, and follows when he leads. Once she settles in, she puts in a quiet drink order and spreads the folder open upon the table to pick through the papers within.

Jax is holding Meris' hand, guiding her through the tables to take a table near the side that the hostess suggested. "I'm sure its standard bar fare. Nothin' fancy that's for sure. No courses or fancy men in penguin suits. You want a drink?" He pulls the chair out for her, letting her settle in before he takes his own chair.

"Sure, I'll have a beer," Meris agrees, her expression somewhat bemused as he pulls out the seat for her. "Uh, cheers, mate. Yanno you don't have to do all that, yeah? I mean, you don't have to try to impress or anything. I'm impressed enough you're here for one," she admits, grinning crookedly. "Strewth, most blokes just want me for my machine gun." She eyes him thoughtfully. "You're not just after my gun, right?"

Adele looks up from her folder to cast a casual glance over the rest of the bar, and her eyes settle upon the pair at a table not too far from her. She does a bit of a double-take - subtly, of course - and takes a moment to observe the interactions between the large woman and her male companion.

Jax presses his juxtapositioned palms between his knees as he leans forward, "Maybe I get a kick out of it, huh?" He says, in reference to opening up doors and pulling out chairs. As the waitress approaches, he puts in an order for two beers and a plate of finger food type appetizers for them to share before his attention returns to his date. "I positively absolutely have no use for your gun. Though the deck crew has assembled an amusing one that shoots marshmellows using pressurized air."

Meris raises both eyebrows, leaning her elbows on the table. "No shit, really? You've got marshmallows down there? Mate, I so need to come visit the deck more often. You guys have heaps of cool shit."

It takes a moment for Adele to be able to look away, but propriety calls and she does just that, turning her attention back to the folder and documents spread over the table. She unclips the handheld at her hip and sets it next to her work, glancing at the screen briefly. Yes, she looks mightily busy, but it could just be a front for eavesdropping.

Jax makes a 'eh' kind of face at that. "Truth be told, we recycle the projectile marshmellows, so they're not exactly fit for human consumption anymore. And we've resorted to using wads of insulation, which isn't nearly as amusing." The two beers are set down, causing Jackson to sit back a bit from the conversation. "But yah, heaps." He flicks a glance over to Adele, perhaps feeling eyes on them.

Adele is looking at her work, honestly!

"Cheers," Meris addresses the waitstaff as the beers arrive, immediately taking up hers for a quick swig, her gaze following that of Jax. Yep. Adele is looking at her work. And totally not eavesdropping. Nope. "Uh, yeah. So. Been in for long?" she asks, making an awkward attempt at smalltalk, even as she looks Jax over appraisingly, as though making sure he's not going to snap if she gets him to bed.

Adele is really interested in whatever is contained within the documents before her. When her drink is brought - something clear, without garnish - it takes her a moment to realize. "Oh, thank you," she finally says after looking up, and her eyes flit towards the other table along the way. Completely innocent flit, that.

Jax reaches up to scratch at his back of his neck. "Yeeeah, just hit eleven years in. Military was the only place I could get my hands on my babies." He pauses, leaning forward to clarify. "Vipers. They had the schoolin' I couldn't afford, if only I swore my life away by signing on the dotted line." If he notices Meris' assessing glance, it certainly doesn't make him blush. Years of toting and hauling has cut him out a decent build.

Meris nods thoughtfully. "Career, then, eh? Me, I'm through with it when this is all done. I figure I'll go back and help out with the farm." She takes another long draught of her beer. "See what the cylons have left us, anyway. I figure there's going to be heaps of rebuilding to do. Plenty of work to keep a girl busy, anyway." She catches Adele's glance, lowering her voice and ducking her head down as much as she can in order to stand out a little less, with any luck.

Adele's first instinct is to look away when Meris responds thusly, but for some reason she ignores that particular tug. Instead, she smiles - primly, but pleasantly enough - and once more lowers her gaze to the table. Her eyes stay there for good this time, until necessity draws them elsewhere.

Jax doesn't really have a response for that, thinking about their homeworlds sobers him for a moment, and the rings on his fingers glint in the low light as he twirls the bottle of beer. "Yeah. Career." He finally confirms, before his eyes lift back to her face, and that smile once more resumes on his features, causing divets in his cheeks. "So did you wanna get out of here?" Nevermind their food hasn't come, or they haven't even finished their first round.

Meris grins at that suggestion, nodding amiably. "Yeah, I reckon. Are you done your beer?" she asks, taking a last quick swig of hers before shoving it to the middle of the table and moving to rise, freely offering her hand.

Jax tilts it to his lips one last time, draining a good portion of it until all that's left is foam in the bottom and a bit of liquid. "Good enough." He takes her hand, fishing into his jeans pocket to rustle up a few cubit chips which he tosses to the table, enough to cover their tab and a tip. Its on Eli, anyways, so the tip is generous. The key to the hotel room is subsequently slipped from his pocket as well.

Meris doesn't hang about, leading the way to the exit purposefully. Apparently she's a single minded individual this evening. "Are you clean?" she asks bluntly, raising an eyebrow at him. "I can't afford to take time off from my duties if you're not."

Jax is really doing his best to keep up with the woman, both in spirit and the sheer force she creates just by walking through a room. "As a whistle." He offers, if he took any offense at the question, it certainly isn't showing.

Pyr Atrium Carina - Main Level
63 ACH 23817 Souls

The Atrium is a large area that reaches up to the very top of the hotel. Tall, thin trees have been placed in the center and they grow straight upwards. Each trunk is entwined with the colors of Aerelon Ivy, oranges, yellows, muted blues and greens. A circular garden with a water fountain of a marble nymph makes up the center of the atrium. Chairs and benches are spaced throughout it for patrons to relax in the confines of the hotel. To each side, there is an elevator which leads up to the various floors of the hotel. Around the outside of the room, you can see each level, which is an exposed hallway that leads to various rooms.

Room Availability
A: Available B: Available C: Available D: Available*

Contents: Meris

Exits: [CR] Conference Room [E] Entrance
[A] Room A [B] Room B
[C] Room C [D] Room D

Special: +lhelp - Local Help Available

"Golden, mate," Meris approves, ducking her head through the exit and pausing in the atrium. "Aw, shit, do you know where we're supposed to be going? I never got a map with my key, eh?"

Jax merely grins and leads Meris through the Atrium and to the first level of the hotel rooms. Maybe he's been here before, but he doesn't say a word as his key is fit in the electronic slot and the door pushed open so she can enter.

Hotel Room A Carina - Main Level
63 ACH 23817 Souls

This room is currently UNLOCKED.

See +lhelp for local help files.

Contents: Jax Meris Wireless 603

Exits: [O] Out

Special: +lhelp - Local Help Available

Meris ducks her head through the doorway, casting a long look around the room as they enter. "Hey, he's done a fair decent job. Heaps of space in here. I don't want to know how much that's set him back, eh?" she comments absently, half hopping as she leans down to remove her shoes. Not heels. Heels would probably be unnecessary.

Jax closes the door quietly behind them, discretely turning the lock against wayward maids and the like. "Its a nice room, aye." He says quietly, watching her for a moment. "Why don't you let me do that?" He asks of her shoes, motioning towards a chair.

Meris grins faintly as she hobbles towards the bed, sitting herself down on the edge. "Aw, mate, if you've got some foot fetish thing, you keep it well away, eh? I'm not into that kind of shit. I like a good, straightforward frak, no frills." She beckons the man over to her, holding out her hand.

Jax gives a lopsided grin, standing a pace off in order to allow himself to kick off his boots, using his instep to catch the heel of each and pry it off without needing to bend over. They're kicked aside, and his hands reach up to start unlacing the buttons of his shirt through their holes. "Straight forward it is, then." Awfully accomodating. As he shrugs out of his shirt, there's a bit of inkwork on his arm, an old fashioned swallow with its wings spread over his bicep. The garmet is tossed aside, and he unstrings his dogtags from around his neck, a little ring dangling amongst the hexagonal pieces. Its left on the nightstand and only /then/ does he finally make his way over to Meris.

Meris hooks one hand around his waist to pull him closer, the other hand reaching up to trace one finger along the tattoo with interest. She doesn't comment on it, however, instead allowing her hand then to drift down to his belt, one purpose in mind.

Jax lets the thing be tugged out of its buckle, loosened from the loops. His hand reaches up to brush the ponytail of her hair, then cups his hand to the back of her head. He doesn't try to kiss her, now letting her run the show as she sees fit. This is all about her, afterall.

Some time, and some strenuous physical activity later, Meris finally stretches out with a long, satisfied smile. Probably mostly satisfied that he doesn't appear to be broken in any way. This is a bonus. "Mmmm, so… what's your end of the deal, huh?" she asks him languidly, eyeing him with evident approval. "What'd he bribe you with?"

Jax rolls up onto his side, his smile a bit more lazy now. "A date with you." He reaches over to slap her thigh, before throwing back the sheet that drapes them both and slinging his legs over the side of the bed, likely to go retrieve his clothes.

Meris laughs easily, propping herself up on one elbow to watch him. Hey, she has a naked man in her room. Yes, she's going to take full advantage of this. Live with it. "Yeah, yeah. I like the tat, by the way, mate. Done time inside?" she asks, tact being so far removed from her it might as well be on another planet.

Jax glances at his own shoulder, "Nah. Had a girl once. Could sing like a bird, I used to say." He gives a shrug then, bending to retrieve his jeans and his boxers that are rumpled up inside them. "Least I didn't get her name, inked, right?" He steps into the denim, doing a little jump shuffle dance to get them back around his hips and buttoned.

Mmm. Bending. The grin on the big marine's face broadens as she watches him unabashedly. "Yeah, I figure that's pretty smart," she agrees, finally stretching out before rolling to a seated position and reaching to hook up her own clothing. "Otherwise your next girl's just going to get heaps jealous." Obviously she doesn't include herself in this 'next girl' thing. "There's heaps of girls get real funny about their blokes, eh?"

Jax snags his tags off the bedside table, looping them back over his head so they jangle against his sternum. "Yeah, right?" He doesn't have much to say on the subject of relationships. He pauses in his dressing, ducking over to drop a kiss to her forehead. "Thanks, that was fun." Because he should say /something/, and that seemed appropriate.

"Yeah, you too, mate," Meris agrees affably, reclothing herself efficiently and running a hand through her hair to tame it to some semblance of normal. "If you ever need a character reference, just ask, eh?"

Jax gives a laugh, the sound a bit gravelly now. "Yeah, thanks. I'll keep that in mind." He shuffles away, slinging up his shirt and punching his arms back through the sleeves. "No flowers, no phone calls." He promises, slipping his feet into his boots while simultaneously futzing with the buttons of his shirt. "You want me to have them send you up something to eat?"

Meris leans down to slide her shoes back on, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Is it included with the room, do you know? No point making the Sheriff pay any more when we could just eat back on board. But if it's paid already, yeah, sure. Why not."

Jax smirks amicably. "Sit tight, and I'll have them bring you some chow. Its better than that stuff on the boat. See you around, Meris."

"You're not hanging around for some, yourself, mate?" Meris queries in surprise, then shrugs a shoulder, wincing just a little and lifting a hand to it briefly. "Eh, it's your shout. Seeya later, Jackson. Don't work too hard, eh?"

Jax pauses at the door when he sees her wince, "You alright, there?" He asks, hand poised on the door handle.

Meris waves him off, shaking her head. "No biggie, mate. Reckon I pulled a muscle in training, so I've got these pills from the sickie for it."

Jax flashes her a wink. "And here I thought I could claim it was me. See ya, doll."

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