[Log] An unconventional escort

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Eavesdown Docks - Persephone
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IC Time: Oct 03, 2538 - 12:44:00

Eavesdown is always busy, but Eavesdown at noon is a whole other category of bustle. Customers swarm around the food stalls - Good Dogs doing an inexplicably roaring trade; the cricket vendor similarly mobbed. Saienne, however, is oblivious to all those beats and rhythms. Instead she is embroiled in a stand up row with a pair of shady-looking individuals who have her backed into a nook between some stacked up crates. All that can really be seen is the feather in her hat, bobbing furiously, and the sound of her increasingly irate voice rising above the background babble.

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[Log] Brief encounter

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Eavesdown Docks - Persephone
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Julia starts to wander down the row of ships, listening to the barkers with a soft, small smile. She watches the people rush about as well, feeling a weird sense of comfort at being lost in all the chaos.

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[Log] Monkeys...

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Dir. of Medicine, Derrial Book Memorial Hospital - Persephone ===============================================
Entering into this office seems to be something of walking into a library. Along to two longest walls are built in shelves that holds books, binders, and knick knacks. Those being pictures of family and friends, the dark wood frames for these bookcases are attached to the wall to keep them secure. These two walls that have the book cases are the north and south wall. The lights are gently infused into the bookshelves as well as there are two large lamps in the room and two lamps behind the desk. The east wall is where the door is, has a lovely painting of the forest something like a Monet. Under the painting is a nice long couch, colored in a dark green giving a more rich feeling to the office.

There is a long oriental rug with deep rich colors of green, brown, blues and purples in it. In the back part of this room are two nice solid chairs, in front of a nice lovely dark wood desk. The desk is large enough to support a computer monitor, a cortex screen and a communication unit; but is long enough to look at people clearly without anything on the desk getting in the way. On the desk there is a small plaque that reads, "Dr. Caprice Darsun". Behind this desk there is a nice large leather chair, and a few feet and there is what looks like a nice smaller desk that holds files and such. There is an air diffuser that keeps a soft lavender scent present in the room. There is are two large windows that gives a perfect view of the campus from the western direction, and deep rich green curtains that are either open or closed depending on the day.
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Sushmita would have sent an official message to Saienne, asking her about her courier business and a special mission she might have for her and to come see her at the Book Hospital if she was interested. The doctor is presently in her office, surrounded by paperwork and some cages containing guinea pigs. An orderly would show a guest in.


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[Log] Tea and teriyaki whatsit

=============================================== Eavesdown Docks - Persephone ===============================================
Eavesdown on a sunny afternoon is a chaos of motion. Ships touch down and lift off, sending clouds of reddish dust swirling amid the cargo crates and silent hulls. The warehouses skirting the dock are fronted with colourful stalls and vendors selling pungent foods. It is at one of these vendors that Saienne is standing, munching on something unidentifiable but undoubtedly flavourful. She is in animated conversation with a fellow diner. Her broad-brimmed hat keeps the sun from her face, and its feather bobs and ducks jauntily as she talks.

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[Log] The same, but different

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Saienne saunters around Eavesdown with the air of someone operating in a dream world. She squints up at ships from beneath the broad brim of her hat, only to set the feather dipping and bouncing as she shakes her head. "Same but different, ain't it?" She leans back against a pile of crates that are stacked between two of the market stalls and pulls her PDA out of her coat pocket. "Course they ain't likely to be  here."

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[Vignette] 27.08.07

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Windsor Weapons, Ezra
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The interior of this room, is something to cause awe in even the oldest of settlers. This is mainly cause, no matter how old they may be, they feel young against the oak counter and the weapon lockers complete with glass fronts and steel gratings. The same counts for the fellow behind it, he looks like an ancient, a tree grown in this place and weathered by ages. The room is actually rather small if you are a customer, most taken away by gigantic sales counter with the old cash box on it. The windows to the outside are laden with dirt and dust, dimming the light in the room to level far lower then outside. A single light bulb hangs from a slowly turning ceiling mounted fan. A door behind the counter leads somewhere else, and the only other exist is Out onto the Public Market
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Morgaine looks over the items here, "I see several things I want but I can't afford them yet."


Peeper doesn't seem inclined to get to close. She just peers at the displays from a few feet back.


Saienne is looking a little idly at the racks of guns and cabinets of ammunition. "Me an' all, Morgaine." She says, her hands in her pockets. She rocks back on her heels. "I expect I should step into the cargo office an' pick our next assignment." She leans in close to peer at a rifle with a fine walnut stock. "Seems every time I try for Persephone, somethin' comes along to turn us around." She smiles lop-sidedly. "Mayhap this time we'll get lucky."


Peeper hmms and says quietly,"I'm gonna see what else is around. I'm not much into guns and stuff."


Morgaine smiles, "it is good to have arms at need. I have my pistol but my heavier armored coat had to be sold."

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[Log] "I'm like a gorram bloodhound."

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Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Shadow]
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"Cap'n! Hey!" Tyr is sitting on a cargo container, hopping on off of it when Saienne comes down into the Hold. "How's it going?" he wonders.


Mid afternoon and Saienne steps down from the decks above to the sound of voices in the hold. She smiles a lop-sided smile at Tyr as he greets her, and nods in return. "Fine an' dandy," she replies. "An' thank you for askin'." She slips her hands into the pockets of her coat and takes the few more steps required to draw into their circle.


"Ya get my note?" asks Tyr. "Ms. Del'dova said she might have a bit more work for us, if we were game." He jerks his thumb. "I can show you where she's holin' up if you want to go talk."


Morgaine comes into the hold, her eyes are haunted. She looks cold as if she has been outside for hours. She is still in her browncoat with the insignia of her former rank in the Independant forces. The woman doesn't look like this has been a happy visit for her.


"I surely did," Saienne says to Tyr in affirmation. "An' more work ain't ever a bad thing in my book." A pause, as she considers. "Well, dependin' on the kind of work, an' all. Rock-breaking's somethin' I could be happy not doin'." She looks up as Morgaine re-enters the ship, and a small frown forms. "You been out there all this time?" She asks, quietly.


Tyr eyes Morgaine in her brown coat and rank insignia and shakes his head. Rather than sympathetic, he seems more annoyed than anything. He shakes his head. "Well. You wanna go on out and see her?"


Morgaine briefly glances at Tyr and notes his expression before she looks at Sai, "Yes, I was. I went to where my father died." She doesn't say more and appearantly the cold outside doesn't match the cold inside from the expression of her eyes.


Saienne's own expression is placid in the face of Tyr's annoyance, but she once again looks up and over at the cause of it. "Well an' good." Is all she says in reply to Morgaine. Her attention is drawn back to Tyr as he asks his question, and Sai pulls one of her hands out of her pocket. Reaching up to scritch at the stubble at the back of her head, Saienne nods slowly. "Reckon we might as well - if she's open to visitors, an' all."


"Sure thing," says Tyr with a nod of his head. "Want to head on out to her, then, or wait on about here?"


Morgaine shakes her head as she looks at the others, "So are our passengers still here or have they vanished. I have yet to see one since she first came on board and I didn't see the other at all."


"They got business down on Shadow, far as I understand it." Saienne says, quietly. "An' they were pretty private, weren't they?" The woman shrugs, a fluid roll of her shoulders, and nods to Tyr. "Reckon I'll try wavin' her before we go marchin' on in. Ain't polite."


Tyr nods his head thoughtfully. "Yeah," he confirms for Saienne and Morgaine. "She's got a warehouse down here on the planet. Apparently fixin' to do some business through there, having' people haul various things."


Morgaine says in English, "Seeing Shadow rising again would be a good thing. A fitting tribute."


Saienne pulls her PDA out of one of her pockets. Before tapping on it to wake it up and send a wave, she looks up at Tyr's words - and then out at Shadow's dark evening sky. "They ain't... plannin' on settlin' the place again?" She muses. "Place is a gorram graveyard." She turns to Morgaine with a slightly surprised look. "You reckon?"


Tyr shrugs his shoulders. "Doubt they're settling," says Tyr. "More usin' it for business. Just a warehouse out of the way, s'all."


Morgaine answers "The gorram alliance did everything they could to insure nothing existed here, seeing it rise again as cargo way station and business honors the spirits of our dead more than almost anything else we could." Sheseems to like the idea.


"Out of the way ain't the half of it," Saienne says to Tyr, with a lop-sided smile. "This place ain't on the way to anywhere." She taps out a few things on the PDA and then looks up to the pair of them. "'Scuse me a minute while I send this, an' all." She turns, then, and peers down into the screen. "Ms. Del'dova," she says, as quietly as is practical. "Just hopin' you have time this evenin' for a meetin' of some kind. I'd appreciate it if you'd wave me back when you have the opportunity." She taps the screen again and the blue glow fades. Morgaine's comment then causes her to look thoughtful. "You reckon?" she repeats.


Tyr shrugs his shoulders. "I guess," he says. "Looks more like a hide-away for an enterprise of questionable legality and all, but we'll see what we can do, huh?" he asks.


Morgaine seems to be seriously in agreement, "We fought for the right to live free, to make our own way without the interference from the Alliance and their tyrranical ways." She has fervent beliefs "and to make shadow live again after they destroyed it, honors our dead and keeps up the spirit of what we fought for. It is so appropriate that a Shadow Class ship brought the start of that here." She speaks the name of a ship class that no one generally admits existed. "A legality defined by the alliance."


"Well, it surely wouldn't be in our best interests to have hotfooted it out here, only to turn around an' hotfoot it back again with nothin' at all to show for our pains - although I ain't forgettin' the credits sittin' in our bank account already, I swear it." Saienne grins crookedly at Tyr. "So we'll see what she has to say, I reckon, an' then make our decision." She trails off as Morgaine says her part. As the older woman is talking, Saienne slips her PDA into her coat pocket. "Even if it's the Feds makin' it live?" Saienne asks, in a quiet tone. She shakes her head, and looks down at the deck. "Ah, pay me no mind. I am so far beyond dwellin' on it."


"Yeah. I left the five hundred credits that were the rest of our pay for you," explains Tyr with a quirked grin. "Glad you found them all right and all." He winks at Sai. "So. We'll get some more jobs, do some more things."


Morgaine says in English, "I haven't seen any feds here yet?"


"Oh, don't you fret none, Tyr. I'm like a gorram bloodhound when it comes to sniffin' out dollars an' credits." She grins crookedly again. "An' I reckon we'll pick somethin' up from Ms. Del'dova. Just got me a good feelin'." Morgaine's words cause Sai's grin to falter, and she looks out at Shadow's star-specked nigth sky again. "Not yet," she says, a little grimly. "But it's only a matter of time, ain't it? They ain't able to leave nothin' alone for long."


"Yeah. Well. I'll be just as happy once we're back on the established space lanes again. Maybe back at Persephone or some place like that." Tyr grins to himself for some reason. "Though Sinhon sure was some place."


Morgaine glances at Tyr, "Persephone has things to recommed it but better to go where the money is."


"Weren't it, though?" Saienne asks, of Sihnon - but she's agreeing. "Saw things in that market I really wasn't sure were real. Kohl rabi an' I got this bag of multi-coloured peppercorns..." She pauses, pats another of her coat pockets - which rustles - and frowns an irritated frown. "Good gorram, an' here they are still!" She pulls a little paper bag out of the pocket. "Meant to put these in the galley for Josephine." She peers at the bag a second or two, then puts it back in her pocket. "No matter." She nods up tp Tyr - and to Morgaine. "Back to the Border, at least, if not the Core for a little while." She squints and glances upwards, as if she can see through the decks and the bulkhead to the stars above. "Haven an' Lilac are closet, if I recall. Rim still - but not quite so cold an' lonely as Shadow."


Morgaine considers, "I am going to head out again now that I know you are waiting to talk to Lilith before taking off. I won't be far."


"Yeah. All right," says Tyr simply. "I'll letcha know if we're gonna be headed out, so you can hitch a ride on with us."


Saienne nods to Morgaine. "Well an' good," she says again. "I shouldn't imagine it'll be more than a few hours." Saienne then turns back to Tyr. "Don't fret none, Tyr. I don't doubt we'll see those shinin' towers again before long."

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