[Log] These boots were made for... dancing?

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Paquin, Spaceport
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Colorful banners, streamers, and flags snap in the wind on the tall poles that circle the Spaceport, adding a festive mood to this busy place. While simplistic, the Starport has been built with ease of access and comfort in mind. Paquin has long been the artistic center of the border worlds--some rather patriotic citizens claim it not only rivals but surpasses Sihnon. Since the government of Paquin recognizes that fact and strives to maintain that reputation, aesthetics are--and will likely remain--the most important consideration in their design of public works.

A myriad of ships can be found here at any time, mirroring the type of people that frequent this world. Rusty buckets of bolts that might just be held together solely by lengths of tape and epoxy are seen side by side with sleek, streamlined, state-of-the-art vessels. Paquin is nothing if not eclectic in its people... and all else.
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Early morning and the sun is putting on a display of one of its spectacular sunrises, even with the clouds that cover much of the sky and the slow drift of snow falling to the ground where a light dusting has built up. The temperature hovers right around that point of freezing but you can't help but think that it feels much too warm to be snowing. Aradia's neither bouncing or sitting as she emerges from the trade office on the far side of the spaceport, walking slowly with her hands shoved into her pockets and her shoulders hunched against what feels to her like 'entirely too cold.'


Josephine hops and skips to keep up the pace behind Hatch. Besides, she just likes to hop and skip, because it's fun. "Yay! Paquin!" she sighs, happily, looking at all the beautiful banners and streamers and flags and people and the absolutely beautiful sunrise and the snow... "SNOW!" Josephine proclaims and begins dancing around in circles with her hands out-stretched. "Snow!"

Well there is a moment of squinting as he spots Ara across the snow speckled landing grounds and raises a hand in her direction. "Snow.. well, haven't seen this in a while." It appears Jo's good cheer is infectious as the big fellow wanders down the ramp into the white stuff and looks upwards with a grin. "Huh.. hey, snowballs."

Saienne reaches into her pocket for a pair of fingerless gloves with one hand, and pulls her crimson scarf tigher around her neck with the other. She is wearing her coat, for the air, despite the sunshine, has that particular brand of chill to it that comes with snow. She smiles, stomping booted feet down the boarding ramp, as Josephine delights in the snow, and when she breathes her breath puffs in little vapour clouds. "Don't know," Sai replies to Hatch. "Reckon I saw me enough snow for a lifetime on Haven."

In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface.You take a step back as the Chaos Theory fires its drop rockets and lands before you.

Her head down and ducked against the light snowfall, Aradia scuffs her booted feet through what amounts to less than a few millimeters of snow on the ground, most of it melting under her feet as she traipses slowly back across the spaceport from the trade office toward where Grace is docked this morning.

Apparently it would take more than Haven to destroy the inherent beauty of snow in Josephine's eyes. Nevermind that she's cold, or that she almost slips once, despite her boots, because that's what happens when one twirls around aimlessly over a dusting of snow. "I wonder what snow looks like on a beach.." she muses, mostly to herself, probably envisioning snowy beaches in her mind, which must be why she looks so startled when she almost but not quite twirls right into Aradia. "Hi Captain," she says, trying to look as if she absolutely intended to be right here right now. "Everything go okay?"

Hatch drops down to a low crouch after his mention of snowballs, and spends a bit of time dragging the light powerdering of melting snow into what soon turns out to be a halfway decent snowball. He tosses it twice and with an appraising nod at the masterwork he's created, lobs it in the direction of Jose with the cry of, "Here catch!" Ohh.. and for once he seems to be relatively on target, sort of.

Snowballs or not, anything near freezing is a spot too cold for Sujiko. The ramp of the freshly landed Chaos Theory springs into action, lowering at it's usual casual pace, and revealing behind it a very well-bundled Sujiko. Once lowered into the small puddle of melted snow that the engines had caused, the captain trudges (relatively speaking) down it toward the cargo office, but changes direction when he spots a few familiar faces nearby.

Despite her apparently lacklustre response to the snow, it would appear that Saienne's thoughts are progressing along similar tracks to Hatch's. She appraises the existing snow with an expert's eye, but shakes her head. "Ain't goin' to get no kind of reasonable snowman out of that," she says, with a shrug.

"Oh, hey Jo," Aradia says, absently stepping out of the woman's way and replying, "Yeah," to her question before the snowball comes flying toward Josephine and she smirks, taking another step out and away from her before she continues on her way toward the ship. Seeing Sujiko heading toward them, she pauses long enough to say, "Hey Suji. Let Matty know I got a few contacts for her I'll wave over her way so she don't got to wait on me."

"Hell hardly got a snowball out of it." Hatch responds to Sai as he rubs the moisture from his hands into his jeans and shifts to shove his hands under his armpits, "Brrr.. .but it was worth it." He stamps his feet a couple of times before shifting his hands into his pockets, "You'd think after Haven we'd all be used to this kind of weather. Eesh."

Sujiko offers Aradia a small wave, replying with "Sure ya' don't wanna' go with 'er?" and breathing into his gloves in an attempt to warm them up. "Think it might be fun fer th' both o' ya'. We ain't got noplace specific t' be, so wait'n ain't no trobules," he adds, stopping not far from Hatch and looking around for a moment, eyes narrowing as if to threaten the cold away.

"I don't believe folk ever get used to this kind of weather, Hatch. Just get hardened to it, ain't it so?" She grins crookedly at him. "An' I don't count myself among them." She clenches her fists to get some warmth to her fingertips, but the good work is undone due to the fingerless nature of the gloves she is wearing. "Reckon I need to go shoppin'."

Josephine kind of makes a sound that is more or less a high-pitched "EeeeeeeeEEE!!" as the small, kind of lame, but nevetheless freezing cold snow ball-like creation comes flying in her direction and hits her in the head, falling neatly into the collar of her sweater. "Cold! Cold! Cold! COLD!" she chants while pulling off the sweater and shaking it out. (Yes, she has a shirt on underneath.) "HAAAATCH!" she hollers, shivering from head to toe. She doesn't even notice Sujiko straight away, such is the intensity of her cold-oriented experience.

"If she wants me to. Figured she'd prefer not havin' to," Aradia says with a chuckle to Sujiko before she turns her gaze to Saienne on her path back toward Grace's boarding ramp and says, "Don't go too far. Going to need you close by later this afternoon for a meeting." Turning as she steps up onto the base of the ramp, she says back to Sujiko, "Have her let me know either way," before she looks over to Hatch and says, "I'm goin' to make you clean my sweater by hand if you keep that up," and then continues on her way inside.

"Oooh." Hatch cringes as he spots where the would be snow ball struck, and winces as the snow slides down.. things get progresseively worse from there. Well in the least he walks over to assist her, "Sorry Hun that wasn't exactly where I was aiming.. was going for, lower."

Sujiko can't help but chuckle a little at Jose's reaction to the snowball, risking occasional sideways glances at Hatch lest he suffer a similar fate to his good friend. "Aye, will do," he calls after Aradia. "Soon's she wakes up, anyway," he adds, folding his arms tightly across his chest and bracing a little for the inevitable Jose-hug-tackle that's been known to send him crashing violently to the ground.

Saienne tips the brim of her hat to the Captain, a small dusting of snow drifting gently to the ground as she does so. "Right you are," she says, amiably. "Mayhap I'll wait until after that to go glove shoppin', then." She is distracted then by Hatch and Josephine, and the unfortunate final resting place of the snowball, and she grins broadly.

"Well, gee thanks," Josephine grumbles, brushing herself off as best she can before pulling Aradia's sweater back over her head and spending a moment trying to get her arms in the arm holes and her head in the head hole without having the garment on backwards. She pats Hatch's shoulder fondly, just before she grins knowingly at Sujiko. "You!" she proclaims, laughing as he braces himself. "You're asking for it this time," she warns him. Then she starts off at a run in his direction.

Hatch shakes his head and smiles, "And yah wonder why I love that woman." He comments as he walks up the ramp of grace to dip inside for a bit of something.

Well the bracing certainly helped this time. That and how she doesn't have the high-ground advantage, or the momentu bonus from running down the ramp, because Sujiko doesn't fall over this time when she runs into him with another of her super-hugs of doom. "Oof," he emits. "'ey Jose," he says with a chuckle, giving her a big hug back.

"'ey yourself," Josephine replies, imitating his accent rather well as she kisses both the man's cheeks to make him blush. "Are you stalking us?" she wonders, putting her hands on her hips and eyeing him thoughtfully, once she is released from the hug.

Hatch meanders on back out to settle himself upon a crate just inside the cargo bay as to stay out of the snow. He's still smiling as he plants a thermos next to his foot, his backside upon the crate and starts to open his guitar case. "No body in the snow yet, what fun is that!" He calls down from his current perch, where he starts to strum the strings. "It is lovely out." Muses the man as Jo realses him, and well he listens to a portion of the answer at least.

Sujiko nods. "Yep," he says simply. "I am." A smirk begins to grow across his face a little as he regards Josephine with mild amusement. "An' you like it," he adds, turning his attention up to Hatch and grinning a little as he begins to play. "Y'all seem t' be doin' a'ight," he comments to Jose, referring both to her and Hatch, and to the crew in general.

"Ah do like it," Josephine replies, with a solemn nod, still copying the man's accent in a sort of exagerated way. "We're doing just fine," she agrees, sending a smile to both Hatch and Saienne. "Except that I haven't seen Madison in ages. Did you lock her up somewhere? Dump her on a planet and flee? Do I have to go find her myself?" The interrogation goes on for a while, without giving Sujiko so much as half a second to reply.

"Were doing quite well for ourselves yes. Thanks Suji." Hatch answers in turn with a warm smile as his fingers start to drift across the strings, it appears he's been getting in quite alot of work on the strings. As the very flamenco sound dances from the guitar to the beat of his heel tapping on the deck. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHU-AJTn0I8)

"Stranded on a planet?" Sujiko repeats, looking a little put out. "Nah, that ain't no fun," he decides, looking back up to Hatch and listening to his guitarness. "Nah, she's tied t' th' bed fer later," he says evenly, glancing to Jose with an 'if you know what I mean' sort of expression before the grin finally breaks through his attempt at keeping a straight face.

Josephine blinks at Suji for a moment, entirely astounded. Then /she/ blushes. "Oh! Oh, I /see/," she says, patting Sujiko's arm. "Well then.. " She grins. "She'll be out when she's out then, I suppose." Now, to change the subject! "Wow..Hatch is getting really good with that guitar now, isn't he? He's been really into practising lately. I'd ask you if you wanted to dance, but we'd probably slip and fall in the snow and that would probably be bad."

Sujiko tests his Dance against a 40 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-14).

Hatch simply seems to be enjoying himself, perhaps not so true to the song but there is alot of heart to it that he's bringing out in each note. Grinning like a fool as he watches his own hands move over the strings to get the notes just where he wants them, though at the mention of his name he looks up and tilts his head to the side. "Want some thing a little slower eh?"

Sujiko pffts, grabing Jose's hand and taking a few steps closer to the ship and standing in the spot on the tarmac where Grace's drop thrusters had melted the snow, and procedes to make a bit of an ass of himself with a rather rediculous looking dance, but that doesn't stop him from having an awfully fun time anyway. "Nah," he says, doing something resembling a mix between a clumsy riverdance and a waltz... and how exactly that might work is likely best left to the imagination.

Josephine tests her Dance against a 40 difficulty. The result is successful (34).

Luckily for Sujiko, Joesphine's awesome coolness is enough even to make him look good, what with his waltz-riverdance innovative combo. Grinning from ear to ear, she dances like a pro these days..which is a far cry from her waltzing about Apollo and nearly running into things. Her feet move just so, her arms, even her hands and her whole body move in harmony with the cadence of Hatch's amazing guitar music...and she takes Suji with her!

The song slows to an end leaving Hatch in his feet with one boot resting atop the crate he'd selected to sit upon earlier, "Brought down some coffee too, but were not quite done yet me thinks. Hmmm one more good one..." He dips the neck of the guitar as he considers what to play.

Sujiko continues dancing until the end of the song, and even a little past, grinning widely and just having a grand 'ole time, especially since Jose's dancing seems to complement his in a way that masks a bit of how much of a doofus he looks, stepping a dance of his own improvisation. Without much of a suggestion of what to play, though, he shrugs a little, looking to Josephine and wondering if she'd know anything.