[Log] "How's that plan comin'?"

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Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]
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Kim Philby is whistling as he pushes a large cart, loaded with a crate with medical stickers all over it along with the usual warnings about pharmaceuticals and alliance law about sending people to pound-you-in-the-ass federal prison for fiddling with them. Around him he has a good long coat the hood drawn up over his head, his beard having grown somewhat as well


The loading ramp to the cargo bay of Grace lowers, a small cloud of dust billowing into the air as the base settles with a dull thud on the ground. Shortly thereafter, a figure emerges from the darkened interior, one hand up to shield her eyes from the sudden glare of daylight.

Saienne, her hat shading her eyes from the glare of Persephone's midday sun, follows not far from the other figure. The dust rising from the thud of the ramp clings to her boots and the bottom of her trousers. She has her hands shoved deep into her pockets, and she stays - for the timebeing - higher on the ramp, leaning in a relaxed fashion against the side of the cargo bay doorway.

Kim Philby pushes his chart up to the Grace trying to look as though he is acctually examining the ship names as he goes, despite having cased the docks for a while before moving out into the open. He checks a clipboard before looking up at Aradia and Saienne, keeping his hood up "Captain of the Grace Around? Got the name as....hrm..Mr Arandol D Brooks? Got some goods for him to sign for?" He does enjoy his little games.

Having paused briefly at the top of the ramp alongside Saienne, Aradia's hand remains shielding her eyes while the other slips into a back pocket of her pants. About to say something to her, she stops, her head turning toward the man in front of them. Regarding him shrewdly for the briefest of moments, she starts down the ramp with a lazy, ambling gait and a wide, welcoming smile as she speaks, "Captain's about. Don't think /he/ was expecting delivery until later this afternoon."

Saienne purses her lips - just as the gentleman asks for the Captain - but remains leaning against the bulkhead at the top of the ramp as Aradia makes her way down to the ground. She adjusts her hat, tipping it back so the broad brim no longer obscures her eyes quite so effectively. She watches the interaction between Aradia and the gentleman on the dock, and listens.

Kim Philby pulls his hood down and stretches a little bit as he stops stooping "Indeed? Well, I have cargo to escort to Haven with some appropiate alliance papers....and a message for the captain from Doctor Darrel." he offers her a handful of papers, including his ident card, which looks brand new. Well.....when you have to make up identities in a hurry you can't be /perfect/ in the details "Doctor Arthur Doyle. At your service"

The medical man looks over to Saienne and gives a little smile "Ahh. I see it won't be a totally uninteresting voyage at least...always good to see a ship with a good quota of interesting women"

There's a flicker of a smirk on Aradia's lips as the man's hood is drawn back that rapidly disappears at the mention of a message. "Doctor," she says evenly and with a small nod of her head, her gaze dropping to the papers held out to her. Taking them, she gives the Ident Card a cursory glance before passing it back to him and then looking over the papers. Her head comes up and she looks from the doctor to Saienne and back again. "Interesting voyage for whom?" she asks with an arch of her brow.

"Interestin' ain't goin' to be the half of it," says Saienne cheerfully from her vantage point above Eavesdown. The comment is aired to company in general, rather than directed at anyone in particular - but she does return Aradia's glance with a lop-sided smile. She begins to saunter down the ramp, following Aradia's path into the dust of the dock.

Kim Philby gives a slow shrug "I find my interests where I can." he gives her a little grin as he puts his ident card back into his wallet "Doctor Darrel said the captain would want to know why I'm escorting this stuff in." he pulls an old fashioned paper later from an inside pocket of his coat "I'm sure I can trust you to get this to him. I'm sure someone paid a hefty amount of coin to get the alliance clearance for this to be shipped in, so I'd hate for it to get stolen while we are out here..."

Aradia looks back down to the papers still in hand as she starts to turn away from the doctor and take a step back up the ramp, gesturing for him to follow. "Doctor Darrel is no doubt aware then, that the cargo will be offloaded and distributed with Federal assistance when it arrives?"

"You got anythin' you need haulin' up here, Doctor?" Saienne asks cordially, gesturing with one long-fingered hand up the ramp towards the belly of the ship. She squints as she tilts her head at such an angle that allows the sunlight to slip in under her hat's brim. "Or you plannin' on travellin' light?"

Kim Philby shakes his head in response to Saienne "No, I travel quite light. Just got a duffel stuffed here behind the crate" he then grins again "And....let me worry about the federal assistance? I am sure me and the doctor can get things to where they are needed"

"We do not have that choice, Doctor Doyle," Aradia says with that same easy smile still on her lips as she continues up the ramp and into the cargo bay.

"Right you are," says Saienne to Doyle, "A gentleman after my own heart." She pauses, waiting for him to collect his duffel and precede her onto the ramp before she starts back up aboard the Grace herself. While she waits, she clasps her hands behind her back and starts to stamp her boots on the base of the ramp. shaking off the worst of Persephone's clinging dust.

Kim Philby pushes his little cart up and ramp and nods his head "I try to keep myself to everyone's tastes. Helps to be in people's good books" he smiles at Aradia "And my dear, we all have choices in life. But do not worry, I will not get you and yours into trouble"

"Again, you mean," Aradia says quietly as she pauses at the top of the ramp to let Arthur pass her by, watching him before her gaze turns to sweep across the nearby crowds milling around on the docks below. Lifting a hand to her ear, she murmurs something quietly into her comm.

[Doyle logs off]

"Ain't no bother, Doctor," Saienne says, replying to Doyle's comment to Aradia as the three of them climb the ramp into the ship. "Plenty capable of doin' that our own selves, I reckon." As they reach the shade of the cargo bay, she removes the hat from her head and lets it swing low, the feather tucked in its band grazing the floor gently.%r%rWhen the Doyle has been shown up into the quarters assigned to him, Saienne turns back to Aradia. "Well," she says. "Anythin' further you'd like me to do?"

Aradia reaches up to rub at the back of her neck, breathing out with a short, exasperated sigh as she looks to the cart set aside and then down to the papers still in hand. "This is going to get messy," she says with frank honesty, her gaze turning to look up the stairs after the departed doctor.

Saienne is silent for a moment, looking calmly at her Captain. She places her hat on the top of a nearby crate, smoothing the feather thoughtfully. Eventually she says, in even tones: "It is my experience that life is messy, to some degree or another." She smiles crookedly. "I reckon there ain't no avoidin' that - although on occasion effects can be mitigated." The smile fades somewhat at that thought. "How's that plan comin'?"