[Log] "Drunken stupor?"

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Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]
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With a rag in hand, Aradia wanders out of the aft corridor wiping grease from the back of her hands before trying to scrape it out from under a thumbnail. Almost tripping over the bulkhead between the corridor and commons, she lifts her booted feet at the last moment, muttering something under her breath at the insolence of said bulkhead getting in her way.


'Thunk' 'Thunk' 'Thunk' Yep, it's Kael again, making his usual noise as he meanders down the corridor and into the Commons. He looks towards Aradia as he enters and comments, "Ya know.. Knife works better fer gettin' it out from under tha nails.." He gives a little nod at his own observation and starts his way towards the fridge.

Now that the ship is settled comfortably on Persephone's warm soil, Saienne appears to be quickly returning to business as usual. She is seated at one of the benches around the dining table and has her shiny PDA open. It burbles and pings cheerfully as she taps its screen, and a silvery-blue light is cast upwards from it and onto her face. The light reveals an expression of concentration, and a frown that wrinkles her forehead. As Kael stamps along the corridor and into the Commons, Sai looks up and the frown dissolves. "Ni hao, both. Din't hear you come in, Captain."

Looking up as she hears voices, Aradia gives her hands one last scrub with the rag before slinging it over a shoulder. "Thanks Kael, I'll keep that in mind. I always prefer the method of not having to wrangle with anything covered in grease myself." Heading into the galley where she turns the faucet on and pours soap into her hands, she calls back to Siaenne with an impish grin, "I don't generally feel the need to clomp around as if I'm about to break out in song and dance and want to make sure everyone's looking my way."

"Well.. I've already scared the wits outta Jo because I forgot to make noise. Don't intend to do that again anytime soon." Kael responds, the corner of his mouth pulling up into his usual bit of a smirk. His eyes slip over Siaenne before returning to his goal of the fridge. "'llo there, Sia.. How're you doin' today?"

Sai looks up at Kael, a smiles a crooked smile. "Just catchin' up with some business." She glances across to Aradia, and continues: "Our somewhat unfortunate diversion has caused me to reorganise a few things, but there ain't no real problem - folk'll get what they're expectin' to get, just not quite when." She looks down again at the silvery PDA and taps the off switch. "Also wonderin' what in the six hells I'm goin' to do when if any of my folks find out we've been sittin' all quiet-like on Boros without sayin' hello." She grins. "An' how're you?"

"Well unless they've got contacts with the bone yard where we were laying low, ain't no way they're going to find out unless you tell them," Aradia says with a chuckle as she washes her hands, scrubbing under her nails and then drying them on a towel. "I promise that next time we go you'll have time for a social visit," she says as she retrieves a beer out of the cooler and heads over to sit down at the table.

"I'm doin' pretty good. Sorry to hear about the folks 'n' all." Kael says, getting to the fridge and opening it up. He crouched down, searching through the lower levels of it, the sound of shifting goods and in general, 'fridge havoc' going on as he searches about.

"Captain, my family lend a whole new meanin' to the word insidious. I ain't plannin' on tellin' them nothin', but neither am I goin' to be surprised in ten years time when my mother starts layin' into me over it..." She slips her PDA into a voluminous pocket. "Oh, Kael, it ain't nothin' to be sorry about. You ain't met my mother." At Aradia's last comment, Sai looks up at her - a little surprise in her expression. "Well, that's a real nice offer, Captain, thank you. Ain't sure you fully grasp what you're lettin' yourself in for, mind..."

"Oh," Aradia says in a deadpan manner as she leans forward to prop her elbows on the edge of the table, "Don't get me wrong. I'll drop you off 'n leave the ship running for you outside while we wait." Bringing her beer bottle up to take a long swig from it, she just barely manages to contain the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The ruckus at the fridge stops for a moment, Kael letting out a triumphant, "A-ha!" and pulls out his water bottle, pushing everything back into place though in no where near the right order with some more jostling and 'fridge chaos'. He let out a bit of a sigh, standing up and turning to the rest of the group, "Sounds like you got fun family reunions at least.."

Josephine reappears eventually, looking well-rested and rather decidedly clean. "Woh. Party going on?" she wonders, seeing the gathered crowd. A quick glance will tell her if anyone's destroyed the galley.

"Now there speaks a woman with her head screwed on right!" says Saienne, in approval. She returns Aradia's grin, and reaches up a long-fingered hand to scritch at the stubble on the back of her head. "Fun," she says, addressing Kael, "really ain't the word."

Looking over to Josephine, Aradia shakes her head and points upward with a single finger back over her shoulder in the direction of the fore corridor. "Party's upstairs when we can all get off our collective hind ends and walk up a flight of stairs."

"Move? Why would I want to do that?" Kael says in response to Aradia talking of a flight of stairs. A grin pulls at his lips though, drinking some of the water before looking back to Saienne, "I suppose that fun is all in the spirit of it though." grins widely, "You know.. interrogations.. shooting things.. that's all in good fun."

"Ah right," Josephine recalls, eyeing the people gathered. "The funeral party. Yay. Kael, come with me, eh? If two go there's a chance the rest will follow. Besides, you still haven't told me why you drunk yourself into a stupor the other day. And I'm not going to let you get out of telling me."

Somewhere in the belly of the ship, the lift whirrs to life, followed shortly thereafter by the appearance of Lu in the commons. Her head is down, studying a label on a plastic medicine bottle as she enters. "Drunken stupor?" She asks, only catching a snipit of the current conversation.

Saienne swings her legs over and around the bench and stands up. "You," she says to Kael, "surely do have a strange notion of fun." She slips her hands into her pockets, and says, to Josephine, "I'm followin'..."

She barely got settled herself before Aradia pushes herself up off the bench at the table, swinging her legs over as she stands and takes another swig from the beer bottle in hand. "Let's, then. I could do with a good story," she says, looking to Kael with a wink before heading out.

"That's 'cuz ya never asked Jo.. Simply was havin' a fun time with the recently 'deceased' Tati." Kael's mouth was still pulled into a grin before he took a long drink of the water, pushing away from the counter nonetheless.

"Yeah, Lu. You remember, blood shot eyes, steamy discussion about drinkin', all that yesterday?" He shoots a grin over to her and a bit of a wink, even if she isn't looking at the time. His feet start to carry him in the direction of the stairs.
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Observation Deck, Grace O'Malley

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"I /did/ ask you, Kael, when you were wandering around bleary-eyed with your chicken broth," Josphine insists. "You deftly evaded the question, but I'm on to you this time. Were you celebrating or being sad?" she wonders as she climbs up the last bit of steps.

Ahh the observation deck, currently providing us with a spectacular and sweeping view of the Eavesdown docks and slums. Who could ask for more or better?

Lucinda is shaking the bottle in her hand, tossing it slightly with a rattle of pills. Her voice is low as she comments to Kael, "Next time, send me a memo." There's a brief smirk on her lips that disappears when she enters the observation desk.

"Just an in general thing.. Or the late celebration of Max's Birthday if ya wanna call it that" Kael calls up to Jo. He looks back to Lucinda though, smirking to her and saying in an equally low voice, "Memo? Alright.. tonight, scotch. Memo enough for ya?" His mouth though pulls into a grin as he walks into the Observation deck.

Saienne takes brisk steps towards the nearest window and spends some minutes gazing out at the chaotic sprawl of Eavesdown and the surrounding environs. "Ain't never a time I see this sight that it don't astound me," says Saienne softly, and to no one in particular. "Ain't never sure if it's nostalgia for times long past - or relief that I ain't down there in the dirt no more."

Josephine goes over to stand near the viewports herself, looking down at all there is to be seen. She seems thoughtful as well, and, strangely, as if she has nothing in particular more to say.

Wrinkling her nose up as she wanders over alongside the other two women to look down over the docks, Aradia says, "Spend enough time away from it 'n you get to kind o' liking going back down 'n gettin' a little dirt on you again." Shrugging a shoulder, she brings her beer up to swig from it and then turns to head back over and flop down into the corner of one of the couches, waving a hand in the direction of the bar. "Y'all help yourselves. It's still fully stocked. Might even send a call on o'er to Michael to have him swing by for a couple later."

Lucinda eyes narrow slightly at Kael, but just the tiniest amount. Her attention drifts towards the view, filling her eyes with the rock she once called home. "I've nearly forgotten..." She says with a shake of her head, breaking the brief emotional response. She heads towards one of the couches, the pill bottle disappearing into a pocket as she sinks down onto the green plush surface. "Before everyone is in their cups, I'd like to remind everyone to stop by the Medbay so I can complete a routine physical for everyone. I have this evening free for such appointments." She says, pointedly.

"Sure thing... sounds like a fun time." Kael responds to Lu, making his way towards the window as well to look out. He still has the bottle of water in his hand, taking a long drink out of it before letting out a slight sigh from the cool water running down his throat. His eyes slip over the ships outside. His face seems to let out some obvious tension, starting to relax a lot more. His eyes softening, his mouth fading from a grin a bit, but holding a calm look to it.

Josephine looks the tiniest bit unhappy about this announcement. Perhaps it brings up a bad memory. But, reason prevails, and she simply nods. "Sure thing, Doc," she replies, in an agreeable tone, before she glances to Aradia. "I should like to see Michael again, I think. He's a nice chap. Never even laughed at me when I was trying all those different drinks for the first time."

Saienne looks sideways at Josephine, and smiles lop-sidedly. "Funny old place, Persephone, ain't it? Never did quite get the measure of it, an all." When Aradia joins them, she turns side-on to the window and addresses her directly. "You reckon? I can't say I'm missin' it much as yet." She twists a little to listen to Lucinda. "Right you are, then, doctor."

"Told ye I'll have the medical records forwarded over from the Apollo, Doc," Aradia says to the woman as she takes a seat, grinning. "That saves Max, Jo and Hatch, 'n me of course from gettin' poked 'n prodded for at least another hrmm, probably nine months now since last checkup?" Looking over to Saienne again, she says, "Trust me, it's possible," before she adds to Josephine, "Maybe he'll make you some o' those wicked blue ones."

Lucinda gives a curt nod to Aradia, though it just barely covers up the sheepish look on her face that flashes at the reminder. For a woman who can name the backwards order of Max's medicine cabinet, she seems to forget common conversations. "Right. Of course. That was directed at the newer members of your crew." She settles into one of the couches, a difficult thing to do when your back remains ramrod straight.

"Of course," Aradia says, tipping her bottle toward Lucinda with that same small grin on her lips before she nods over to the bar again and says, "Get yerself a drink because you don't want me to get up 'n get it for you."

Josephine exhales a sigh of relief as she is freed from her obligation to have another physical. "Oh, bless you, Captain," she says with a renewed smile. "And the blue ones were the best, except I found myself admiring the colour for a half hour before I could even bring myself to drink it. --Kind of looks like cleaning solution, if you think about it too much, but it's as pretty as anything." She turns that smile to Saienne. "Oh, I rather like Persephone, really. It's where I first boarded the Apollo, you know, that fateful day... Stomach monkeys," she whispers, waggling her eyebrows at Aradia.

Kael Bowen continues to look out the window, smiling a bit as he takes another quick drink of water before glancing over his shoulder, "Lu.. You comfortable over there? You look kinda... stiff." he tosses a grin towards her before turning back, looking out the window again.

"Oh, I do trust you, Captain." Saienne frowns a little, the crowsfeet round her eyes creasing and wrinkling deep. "I expect it depends somewhat on how deeply ingrained the dirt is." She has her back to the window now, and looks somewhat askance at Josephine. "Stomach monkeys?" She asks - and then shakes her head. "No, don't tell me. I reckon I don't need to know..." She grins, and steps away from the window entirely, back into the centre of the room.

Looking back over her to Josephine, Aradia laughs, slumping down in her seat as she pulls her feet up off the floor and curls her legs up to one side on the couch. "Blame Max for that, not me!" she says, adding authoritatively, "In fact, blame him for anything you might otherwise try to pin on me."

Lucinda pushes out of the couch at the Captain's foreboding comment or Kael's, her motivation unclear, but she does head towards the liquor layout. Turning over a glass, she quickly grabs the nearest amber colored liquid and pours herself a good healthy dose. "I have yet to be up here, Aradia. The Grace is full of pleasant surprises - very nicely appointed."

Josephine admits to Saienne, "To this day, I have no idea what it's supposed to mean, and, like you, I feel I am better off knowing." Eventually she comes and sits down on the couch next to Aradia, provided nobody is already sitting there, slipping off her sandals to sit comfortably cross-legged. "I blame Max for stuff all the time. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me anymore."

"Really, Ara? So... say I stub my foot on the bulkhead, can I blame that on Max?" Kael inquired, glancing over to Lu as she moved towards the liquor. His eyes turning back to the outside and watching various people scurry about, loading and unloading cargo, the usual sort of thing that can go on in places like this.

Saienne sits down also, in whichever gap is nearest, and leans backwards against the green-upholstered sofa. "I don't reckon I can blame Max yet. I don't think I know him well enough." She reaches up one hand to scrub at the stubble on the back of her head. "And the kind of trouble I've gotten into, historically, ain't so much the toe-stubbin' kind." She pauses. "I might be unforgivable even before I'm known."

"Ahh, no," Aradia says to Kael. "Your logic is horrendously faulty. First, because I directed it at Josephine, 'n secondly because I specifically included the caveat 'that you might otherwise try and pin on me'." Propping one elbow on the arm of the couch at her side, gesturing with the beer bottle, she goes on to say, "So, if you were going to stub your toe on a bulkhead 'n then try and blame me for it, good chance you'll get a boot in the ass for yer efforts 'fore you can even get to blaming Max for it." Grinning, she raises the bottle aloft in a salute before gulping down a mouthful of beer from it.

Lucinda takes at least too healthy swallows before she turns back to the rest of the group, making her way back over to the couches. Instead of sitting in one, this time, she perches on the arm. Her half-empty glass dangles from her slender fingers as she goes through great pains to seem 'casual'.

Kael Bowen chuckles softly, Kael's head shaking from side to side slowly, "Aww... but where's the fun there?" he pulls the bottle up to his lips again, "Speakin' of Max.. Where about is he?" takes another sip of the water, before pulling the bottle away and letting it hang between index and middle finger, holding it by the neck. His eyes dart back to Lucinda, a grin pulling at his mouth as he sees her take the two helathy swallows, "Wow, Lu.. din't realize ya enjoyed yer liquor that much."

Josephine seems unhealthily amused by the mental image of Kael as created by Aradia. She even laughs a little, just before she finally gets up, barefoot, to find herself something to drink...which is an unfortunate situation in itself. As Aradia at least knows, Josephine, when faced with a large selection of alcohol, can /never/ decide what to have.

"Reckon you're in good company, then, Kael," Sai says, in reference to his previous indisposition, "With the good doctor here." She regards them both for a moment or too, also amused. She relaxes down into the the couches a little more.

Lucinda looks down at her glass, contemplating it before she takes another, much smaller, sip. Her lips twitch at Sai's comment, a ghost of a smile playing at them. "I'm afraid I can't recall one lesson in med school where we were instructed on how to surgically remove a boot from someone's ass."

Kael Bowen lets out another laugh, shaking his head from side to side, "You sure, Lu? It wasn't.. untie boot, remove foot, yank free or some such?" his eyes then focus upon Jo, his mouth pulling up into an amused grin, "Jo.. you want me to see if I can whip somethin' up for ya?"

"Probably still in bed or in the shower, or he's wandered off to do something or other," Aradia says with an unconcerned shrug before she looks over to Lucinda again and asks, "Never? Surely it happens often enough that they'd dedicate a whole chapter to it."

Josephine is peering at lables, eyeing the various colours of liquids when possible and, on occasion, even opening a bottle or two to sniff the contents. All this effort to no avail. She looks pleadingly to Kael. "I'd appreciate it."

"Is that so?" asks Saienne of Lucinda, sounding as good-natured and jovial as ever. "Well, mayhap you'd better read up on that because I have a strong suspicion it's a malady one or more of us might be sufferin' from in the not too distant future..." At Kael's comment, and Aradia's, she chuckles - a low, throaty sound coming from deep down within her - "Captain's got the truth of it, I reckon."

Lucinda glances back towards Jo and her contemplation of various 'poisons' and Kael who comes to the rescue. "Maybe I slept through that class, Captain." Though, by the looks of her, its quite certain Lu's never missed a moment of lecture, demonstration, or residency.

"Alright Jo.. I gotcha covered.." Kael says, moving over to the liquor, "To be truthful.. haven't done much of this.. but I played around with it a bit now and again." He starts grabbing a couple bottle, humming a bit as he starts pouring them together, adding a little white rum, some juice, a touch of this... He looks over to Lu, "Aww, c'mon now.. Ya sure you just aint wanna talk about it?"

"Well, there's something to be said for field experience, right?" Aradia says with a mischievous smile cast in Lucinda's direction before she leans around the edge of the couch to look over toward the bar, shaking her head with a chuckle. "I really should get Michael over here," she muses to herself before bringing the beer bottle up to drain what's left of it. "Could you bring the Old Shadow back with you, Kael? 'n a glass."

Josephine stands over Kael's shoulder and watches him work, looking interested and just a little bit concerned. "What's that?" she keeps asking, multiple times, to keep a running tab of what she's supposed to be ingesting shortly.

Saienne can hear the clink of bottles rather than see the actual ingredients Kael is using to construct his masterpiece, and as the number of clinks increases, she starts to sit up a little straighter and peer towards the bar. "Certainly goin' to taste interestin'," she says, in serious tones.

Lucinda grins at Aradia from over the rim of her glass, pausing only briefly before drinking by asking, "Who is Michael?"

"Vodka..." Kael says, "Rum... Uhh.." Kael pulls up the bottle of the stuff he just poured in, shrugs and responds, "Blue stuff." he grins widely, looking back to Jo with a bit of a devilish grin before handing her the glass. Tolerable but not great. "Sure thing, Ara." He snags the bottle that she specified, starting over towards her offering it and holding it by the neck, "Got a bottle a bit like that. Not quite as old though. Oh! Did Max get his bottle from Tat... Tasha yet?"

"Michael's the head bartender o'er on the Apollo," Aradia explains to Lucinda, adding, "One o' the Moretti fleet liners." Looking back over to Kael, Aradia says, "Don't believe so but you'll have to check with him, or her."

"Thanks Kael," Josephine replies, with genuine gratitude, even as she sniffs at the mixture with genuine concern. She makes it a point to have a first taste when he's not actually looking at her, so he can't see the mildly astounded grimace. "Wow..I've...never had anything..like this before," she admits, trying to come up with a valid compliment here. "So. Michael. When's he coming by?" she asks Aradia, with heartfelt sentiment.

"Looks gorram deadly," says Saienne - not mincing her words - of the blue drink Josephine now has custody of. She leans back again, settling in to circle. "And y'all used to work on the Apollo, or somesuch?" she asks.

Lucinda slides slowly into the crux of the couch, pulling her drink with her. She manages not to spill any, but its an easy thing to do when your glass is mostly empty. "Bartender, eh?" She says, almost to herself.

"Somesuch," Aradia agrees with Saienne, leaning forward to place her empty beer bottle on the coffee table and open the scotch bottle handed her by Kael, pouring out a generous, and by generous we're talking it's not quite going to spill over the top if she has a steady hand, measure into the glass. Nodding to Lucinda, she settles back in her seat, solving the spilling problem by slurping up a mouthful as she lifts the glass from the table. "Damn good one, too," she adds.

Josephine smiles angelically to Saienne, holding the glass out to her, "Wanna try it?" she dares, before waxing on about the bartender known as Michael. "Nice guy, that Michael. Curly blond hair. Gorgeous smile. Everytime you wink to him, he winks back without fail. /Some/ of us used to work on the Apollo, Sai. I can call you just 'Sai'? Aradia was our captain, of course. I think Max just lounged around. Hatch was still Ara's First Mate. And I was the newest person around..Public Relations Officer, I think, was the grand title I achieved just before the captain up and quit." She winks to Aradia, with a warm smile.

Saienne regards Aradia closely for a moment or two, but does not pry further. "Illuminatin'," she says, in a dry tone. As Josephine speaks up, and offers her the glass, Saienne shakes her head. With a lop-sided grin, she says: "No, I ain't over-eager to, thank you. I quite like the idea of keepin' my vision straight for the time bein'." Josephine's explanation garners some nods of understanding, and she concludes with: "Oh, Sai is fine an' dandy. Suits me down to the ground."

Lucinda manages to polish off her current drink in one last swill before leaning towards the Captain and her bottle of scotch, silently asking for a refill. "Sounds like that Michael could be bad for one's health." She says, a smile coming easier now that its been lubricated by a stiff drink.

"Or good for it," Aradia says, leaning forward to heft the bottle up from the table, tipping it to refill Lucinda's glass for her. Glancing over to Saienne, she quirks a smile and says, "No, I ain't any older 'n I look 'n no, Gabe didn't do me no wrong. Just wasn't where I was meant to be 'n wasn't what I wanted to be doin' no more."

Josephine takes another tentatively tortuous sip of her bluish drink. "It's not so bad," she announces, mostly to convince herself. "It kind of tastes rather..fruity."

"Ain't no better reason than that to move on." Saienne says, definitively, rubbing the line of her jaw with her forefinger. She looks around at Grace's curving bulkhead, the comfort of her appointments. "An' it looks to me like you moved on in style, an' all." She glances back at Josephine. "You don't reckon that's on account of the sufferin' it's causin' your poor tastebuds?"

Lucinda seems to be enjoying the din of friendly conversation, and settles herself in with the newly filled glass of scotch after raising her glass slightly to Aradia in thanks. She's quiet for now, letting the discussion continue without the ring of her voice.

Aradia brings a hand up to rub the back of it against her nose as she chuckles and follows Saienne's glance around the deck. "It's a whole heck of a lot less fancy than what we came from when we left the Apollo but I let Max have at the deck here to keep him happy since it was his money he was throwin' around." Nodding over to the painting on the wall, she says, "That there was done by an art student from one o' the Universities out on Paquin. Talented bugger."

"Well, I don't know," Josephine considers, over another sip, "just because I haven't ever had a drink quite like this one, doesn't make it bad.. Besides, Kael went and made it just for me and that counts for something, right?" She smiles as she reflects upon their former ship. "The public areas of the Apollo are all marble and columns with the whole ceiling painted like the sky and these huge gorgeous tropical plants were all around.."

"Fancy?" asks Saienne, seriously. "Who needs fancy when it's home?" A beat. "An' she is your home, ain't she?" She shakes her head. "My granddaddy pulled our farmstead up out nothin' much but wood, mud an' attitude, but it meant more to him - an' it means more to me an' all - than all the palaces an' mansions I've set foot in ever could." She cranes to look over her shoulder at the mural and nods in appreciation. "That is indeed a fine piece of brushwork." Saienne looks intent at Josephine; then at the glass in her hands. "See. It's already affectin' your judgement. Think on Kael's kindness again in the mornin' an' see how you feel."

Laughing, Aradia says to Saienne as she lifts her glass in a toast, "Yes, Grace is home but if you're callin' on the style, that's one hundred percent square on Max's shoulders. I don't much care what it all looks like, although I do like that the couches are comfy enough to sleep on 'n they don't smell funny."

Josephine eyes her glass suspiciously. "So, Ara..I should probably have a bottle of water if I intend to finish this, right?" she says, learning from past mistakes. "And I've found so far," she says to Saienne, "in my own life, that home is the people you're with more than the place. I'd follow Aradia to a broken down ice cream truck, if that's where she wanted to work next...and if she still wanted to put up with me. Location doesn't matter to me much either, so long as we all manage to stay healthy and happy."

"Well, here's to your home, then," Saienne says, "Whether that be the folk you're travellin' with or the vessel you're travellin' in." She looks around to include all three other women in the gesture, although she has no glass of her own to lift. "Safe passage an' good flyin'." A beat. "Although the thought of flyin' in a broken down ice cream truck is fillin' me with a whole new kind of horror - even if Aradia were at the helm."

Aradia bites her lower lip to keep from laughing again before she says, "You got it right there, unless that truck's got wings 'n we can get to fixing it so's we'd have icecream every day, I figure you're pretty safe from that fate." Wriggling down a little more in her seat and laying her head back against the couch cushion behind her, she looks up toward the ceiling, a faint smile on her lips as she says, "Grace feels like home more 'n any other ship I've ever flown on."

Josephine carefully brings her partially empty glass back over to the couches so she can sit back down again. "Hey, you want a taste of Kael's Wierd Mix?" she offers to Aradia because she never knows when someone might accept and it seems like the polite thing to do.

"As long," says Saienne with a deadpan expression, "We din't have to go wingin' it through the Black with some gorram dreadful ice cream van music heraldin' our passage an' warnin' all an' sundry we were comin'. We'd be chased out of town every time by a horde of kids..." She shakes her head, banishing the disturbing vision. "An' that's enough of that, I reckon."

"Finn would love it," Aradia says, a quiet giggle escaping her despite her best efforts not to as she reaches for the drink in Josephine's, going to trade off with the scotch in her own hand. Taking a sip of the wicked brew, her nose wrinkles and she sits up, swallowing quite visibly before she coughs a little and holds the drink back out for Josephine. "I should really call Michael over," she says in her most diplomatic manner.

Lucinda had her gaze locked on the Persephone landscape, least what is visable from her current vantage point. "Would the said icecream truck play amusing music? I assume one of the engineers could see to it..." She seems slightly distracted, but what else is new. "Why don't you then?" She questions Aradia, coming back to the here and now.

Josephine happily exchanges her unusual bluish drink for a good solid taste of real scotch. She sighs happily in that brief moment of brilliant joy before she is once more looking down upon Kael's concoction. "It's..interesting, don't you think?" she inquires, diplomatically, watching the evil seed of her ice cream truck notion take root and grow.. She really had meant that to be a compliment.

"An' it was such a noble gesture on Kael's part, lookin' after you Josephine. Mayhap your Michael can give him some lessons or somesuch?" She grins at Lucinda as she pipes up, crowsfeet wrinkling deeply. "Don't encourage them! It is my experience that engineers can do pretty much anythin' once they set their mind to it, ain't it so?"

"Oh, I know!" Aradia says as she sits up straighter, elbow propped on the arm of the chair and the finger of her other hand raised in that universal 'idea' gesture which is unlike that universal 'sod off' gesture. "We could have Max play the music!" she says with a big grin, taking back her own glass to wash the taste...err take a sip of scotch from it. "Yes, quite interesting," she agrees with Josephine.

"Very noble," Josephine agrees, taking another sip of the drink she intends to finish for sentimental reasons alone. Very seriously, she announces, "Aradia, upon further reflection, I've decided that if you decided to transfer to a derelict ice cream truck, I might not follow you after all."

Lucinda swirls her glass lightly, letting the amber liquid splash the sides and dribble back to join the rest. "And I'm afraid there's no room for a doctor in one of those tiny trucks, so let's just stay on the Grace. I'd hate to pack again."

Aradia looks to Josephine with a mock pout and says, "Well at least now I know where the line is drawn." Slumping back in her seat, she slurps rather noisily at her drink and says, "Fine, we'll stay on Grace."

There is a burbling noise from deep within Saienne's pocket - her PDA chiming some little message at her. She frowns for a moment, and starts to dig it out. "'Scuse me," she says, absently, "Y'all mind if I step downstairs an' take this? I ain't been expectin' no calls, but..." she shrugs, "Ain't like me to waste what might be an opportunity." Directed by the increasing urgency of her PDA's burbling, she does not really wait for an answer from the assembled crew before she unfolds herself from the couch's embrace and lopes the short distance to the stairs to the lower deck. As she descends, her voice can be heard receding: "Ah. An' you need to get those documents to where? An' when?"

Josephine pouts right back at Aradia. "Fine! We will!" she definitively proclaims, saluting the woman with her atypical drink. "I don't suppose I could have another sip of that scotch..." she says, looking very endearing about it even as she waves to Sai as she leaves.