[Log] "A formidable smiter"

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Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
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Mid afternoon and the sun is blasting down on ships and people alike, indiscriminate. Saienne finds herself again deep in the hustle and bustle of Eavesdown, and she navigates the filth and the crowds like she was born to it. Her hat is perched on the top of her head, and welcome shade falls on her face and shoulders, but her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows. Those passing close by to her will hear a tuneless whistle coming from between her teeth. She appears to be on a direct heading for a street vendor who is displaying the somewhat dubious sign: 'Good Dogs'.


Dora is sitting up on the crates, a notebook on her lap. She appears to be sketching, and jotting down with an eager urgency. Occasionally she rests from her work and her gaze sweeps over the throng of people passing by. She seems to observe with vivid interest. A dimpled smile alights on her lips as Saienne comes nearby, and she makes a small salute gesture, fingers touching her brow. "Hey, stranger."

Saienne's attention is diverted from her destination as Dora greets her, and her whistling stops. She turns a lop-sided grin in Dora's direction and the fine web of crowsfeet around her eyes wrinkles deeply. "Afternoon," she says, cordially and in pleasant tones. "An' ain't it a beautiful one, an' all?" She glances up, then, beyond the rim of her hat to the clear blue of Persephone's skies.

Lucinda follows after Kael, the pair of them trapsing down the ramp from theGrace. They seem to be continuing their conversation that started somewhere inthe belly of the ship. "..Persistant little bugger, aren't you?"

Dora nods lightly, "Aye, it's a pleasure to be outside." She gazes towards thedocks, glancing to her sketch briefly. "Lots of ships docked in today. Might be some'll need a Jane of all trades," she chuckles, closing the notebook andputting it in her pocket. She passes a light hand through the tuft of hergrey-blonde hair.

"You better believe it..." Kael says, glancing back at Lucinda, his cheeks still a little redder then usual, "Persistant and got a little bit of that tenacity too." He turns his head back, heading off along the docks towards the northeast. His boots making a 'thump' noise as he moves along, as if he wants to make noise, just not an overabundance of it. His eyes shift over the other two people there, tossing an off handed wave in the direction of Saienne.

A gentle hand tips the broad-brimmed hat in Kael and Lucinda's direction. "Afternoon both," she says, her drawl laid-back and relaxed. "Headin' off in to town?" She turns back to Dora then, "Oh, indeed. It's always worth lurkin' around on the off-chance."

Lucinda rolls up the over-big sleeves of her t-shirt, tucking the extra material up onto her shoulders. "You seem flushed, Kael. Are you feeling ill?" She questions, her voice taking on that clinical edge. She glances Sai's way, answering. "Towards the shop."

Dora's lips purse, thoughtful for a moment. "So you're from that ship, too," pointing to the Grace O'Malley where Kael and Lucinda just arrived from. "What do you guys do? I mean, for a living." She grins disarmingly, a little tinge of shyness in her eyes. "If I'm not prying, that is."

"Not at all, Doctor.. You just have a way about ya." Kael let out a chuckle, looking back at Lu and tossing a playful wink. His feet continuing to carry him farther from the ship. His eyes shift back to Dora and Saienne, "What she said." he responds, his right hand pulling up, thumb jerking back towards Lucinda.

Saienne nods once, "Just been shoppin' myself," she says to Lucinda. "An' Gong de Tian, but ain't I managed to come back with some gorram .38s? Ain't no use to me - ain't got nothin' of that calibre. I really ain't got no idea quite how I got myself hoodwinked." She frowns. "Mayhap I just picked up the wrong box from the counter, an' all. I expect someone'll find some use for 'em, mind." Hearing Dora's second question, Saienne turns back to the woman. "Oh, no, it ain't no bother. To be straight an' true with you, I ain't entirely sure - shippin' cargo, I expect. The folks aboard the Grace just picked me up on their last run, an' I seem to have stuck - for now." She grins crookedly. "Myself, I do a little courierin'. Nothin' fancy."

Lucinda doesn't seem convinced at Kael's answer, but lets the notion drop off without another word. Even though her strides are long, she has to add an extra step or two in there to keep up with the man. Her hand raises in parting to Sai, commenting back over the growing distance. "Talk to Richard. The man is a breathing aresonal, I'm sure he'll find use."

Dora's eyes take in the sight of them, cheerful to be on the fringe of company. Looking towards Saienne, she grows serious. "D'you think they might be hiring? I've been dirtside for too long, and my bones ache to take off. I can do all sorts of stuff."

"Yep! Talk ta Hatch! I've seen his revolver, I'm pretty sure it's a thirty eight!" Kael calls back towards them, having turned around, walking backwards for a moment. He tosses another wave towards Saienne and Dora before returning to facing the other way, heading off to the north east.

"I reckon you got a point there, Lu," Sai muses, possibly out of earshot of the pair now. "I'll do that!" She calls, a little louder, and the sound carries over the background noise of Eavesdown. "See y'all later." She waves in the direction of the retreating pair and, as they disappear into the crowd, turns back to Dora and leans against a pile of crates nearby. She crosses her arms in front of her, and shakes her head. "I honestly ain't got no idea. I'm the newest of the new aboard, ain't hardly met all the crew yet. The Captain's the one to ask, if you can catch her." She regards Dora carefully. "What kind of stuff is all sorts?"

Dora's taken aback a little, scratching her head in a vaguely embarassed motion. "Uh, I could do odd-jobs around the ship. Help with cooking, help your Doctor. Clean up." Quickly she adds, "But what I'm best at, I'd be a good assistant, a secretary. However, I doubt there's many openings in that area, and a girl's gotta eat." She grins lightly.

"Ain't that the truth," says Saienne, with real feeling, tipping her hat back a little on her head so her face can be better seen. The feather tucked into the hat's band bobs and dips with the motion. She gestures back through the crowds to the direction Lucinda and Kael left in. "Well, Lu there's the doctor. Mayhap you'd best try talkin' to her, see if she needs an assistant? An' I'm afraid we already got ourselves a pretty good cook." She smiles gently, and the wrinkles on her face crease up. "I ain't tryin' to be difficult, it's just I ain't in the position to know myself."

Dora shakes her head lightly, "No, no, you're plenty helpful. I wonder if the Captain might smite me if I approach her about a job? Or is there someone else to ask?" Looking downwards, she murmurs, "I've been waiting on one particular opportunity, but my pockets are running dry, and so's the hourglass. Time to tip it to the other side." A dimpled smile lights her face.

"Well, I ain't seen her smite no one yet, but that ain't sayin' she ain't capable of it." Saienne pauses, and purses her lips. "To be straight an' true with you, I'm pretty gorram certain she could be a formidable smiter if the occasion demanded it..." She re-focuses on the girl in front of her. "But... askin' if there's any jobs goin'? I ain't sure that's a smitable offense."

Dora furrows her brows, curious eyes regarding Saienne. "Sounds like a formidable character, that Captain of yours. I suppose I'll try and ask her, then. Oh, what's the ship's name? I haven't caught it yet." Exhaling softly, she brushes some dust off her pants. "If those two that just went by are any indication, seems like your crew is a fun bunch. How was the latest trip?"

"I ain't able to claim I know her, as yet," says Saienne, seriously. "But I have observed steel somewhere deep within her, an' confidence in abundence. So formidable is about right." Saienne looks over at the ship, and says: "Grace. Grace O'Malley, and the last trip was pretty much plain sailin'." She smiles, and adds glibly: "Even managed to make my drop back here on time, which is an amazin' thing when you're workin' to the schedule of other folks."

"Then I wish to meet her, even if I don't get hired." Dora smiles broadly. "I partly wish I could stay. I'd met some interesting people here," a bit of blush creeps to her cheeks, "but people come and go, and maybe I should as well. Still, it doesn't hurt to make friends." Jumping off the cargo crate, she offers her hand, "I'm Dora."

"Eavesdown is full of folks in a similar quandary, I reckon," Saienne says, "An' I been in that position myself a whole heap of times, an' all." She looks up at the sky and squints into the bright sunshine, "If it feels like time to leave, it usually is." As Dora jumps down off the cargo crate, Saienne holds out her hand too. "Saienne Olaeno," she says, and nods her agreement, "An' no - makin' friends never hurts."

Dora takes Saienne's hand and squeezes gently, "Thank you, Saienne. Who knows, we might become crew-mates soon." She smiles, letting go of her hand and digging her thumbs into her pockets. "If not," she shrugs, "chance might have it that we meet again. Things have a way of working out, if they're meant to be." Her eyes flicker to the side, briefly. "Or so I hope, at least. Have you worked on many ships before this one?"

"Who knows what the Captain'll say," says Saienne, good-naturedly. And, as she finishes speaking, there is a burbling from with one of her coat's deep pockets. "Oh, 'scuse me," she says, "D'you mind if I take this?" She digs out a little PDA from inside her coat, all shiny and silver, and taps at its screen. "Olaeno," she says shortly, into it. She listens to the voice for a few seconds, and then interrupts. "From Persephone to where? To Verbena?" She rolls her eyes heavenwards and looks at Dora - still talking to the disembodied person through the PDA. "No, ain't no trouble. Just come from there, is all." A pause. "Very pleasant trip, thank you. Expect it'll be just as pleasant goin' back..." And, as she deals with her business, she drifts a few metres from the other woman, back towards the Grace.