[Log] 50% less rat shit...

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Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
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Lawson is sitting at one of the tent cafes, sipping a beer as he watches the crowd amble past. (for Saienne)


Saienne ambles down the ramp of the Grace O'Malley looking a little bleary-eyed and none too happy. She squints upwards towards the city, where the eastern sides of buildings are bathed with the soft glow of dawnlight. "Good gorram," she mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose with long fingers. "What in the six hells did I do to warrant bein' awoken at this godforsaken hour?" She is muttering to herself, clearly, but the gruff sound of her voice carries across the dock's quiet morning bustle.

Lawson smirks just a bit, stifling a yawn himself and taking another swig of the little cup that sort of passes for coffee.


Strian takes his seat back on the crate by the Dragon as he reaches it. Leaning his back up against the Dragon, as he watches the Docks, and looks at the morning bustle. Saienne's voice and words, cause a soft smile to appear on his lips. His blue eyes find Hase returning towards the Dragon, and the light up, maybe he'll get to visit with the crew today.


Hase moving along as he is, he spots a few people about that makes him look in their direction Sainne as she comes off the Grace and Lawson, sitting and relaxing perhaps. Then he spots the one individual sitting by the Dragon, his face easily turns from a relaxed way to a stern and mean looking, still the alertness in his eyes are obvious as he starts to look around, he becomes very cautious. Then reaching a few step to the ramp of the Dragon he stands like a wall there and looks at the man. " Hello."


Saienne finds herself soon standing in the red dust at the foot of the ramp. She steps up to the console that marks the Grace's berth on the dock and taps at it a few times. Her frown intensifies, and the crowsfeet at the edges of her eyes wrinkle deeply. "Hell's bells," She murmurs, squinting at the text as it scrolls past. "That ain't..." She pulls a shiny silver-skinned PDA out of her coat pocket and begins to tap on it, ignoring now the reams of information passing on the larger screen. She pauses, waiting, the PDA casting an eerie blue light on her face. Finally, it burbles once - cheerfully - and she looks down into it. "Finnegan?" She asks the PDA, quietly. "You anywhere near Eavesdown today?" The activity near the Dragon does not catch her attention at present - she only has eyes for the face at the other end of her wave.


Lawson watches as much as he can. Especially business near the ships. Just as it looks like something might occur, Saienne's voice spilts the silence neatly. His eyes sweep towards her, listening in without meaning to. He takes stock of the woman quietly, then tosses his empty cup into the trash barrel.


Strian looks up at Hase, and grins just abit, his eyes their dancing light blue. "Cara gave me the same welcome yesterday.. you would think you all would remember Mrizen, the man you all helped when he was just about dead," he says with the grin still on his face as he nods. "Good ta see you again, Hase.. It is Mrizen," he adds.


Saienne is speaking loudly and incautiously enough that it would be pretty difficult for anyone near her not to hear. "Well, hell no, Finnegan." Saienne says, somewhat heatedly, as she answers the unheard half of the conversation. "I ain't forgiven you - but that don't mean I ain't got need of your services." She frowns down into the screen and takes a step back into the shadow of Grace's shining hull. A quick and furtive glance upwards infers that she is beginning to think that the openness of Eavesdown is not the best place for her to be conducting such business. "Look," she mutters, into the PDA. "Wave me when you've woken up an' drunk some coffee." She taps something on the screen and the eerie blue glow fades. Saienne slips her PDA back into her coat pocket and finally gives the rest of Eavesdown the attention it deserves.


Lawson inhales sharply and then turns away when the woman starts to look around. Somewhat caught in the act, he can only offer a single slow nod and then he glances away. His fingers tap on the makeshift table and he feigns interest in the wanderings of some barkers not too far off.


Hase looks to the man and raises a brow. " Your alive, now that I am impressed, what you been up to if I may ask?"


Strian nods and says with a chuckle, "Ya.. I'm still alive.. ain't from a lack of people trying to kill me either." He shrugs, before saying, "Nothing much lately.. found a ship to crew on, and just been making me some money, workin' on this and that." Looking at him, he says, "What about you, how've you been?"


Saienne takes in, for the first time, the presence of the Dark Dragon on Eavesdown. "Well, hell." She mutters again, following the ship's black-grey curves and the painted line of her name. "Ain't that somethin'." She tears her gaze away from the Dragon and sweeps the rest of Eavesdown - somewhat suspiciously, truth be told. Her cool, dark eyes alight on Lawson, settling there for a moment or two before moving on: "Startin' to feel we've been sittin' here too gorram long..." She mutters.


Lawson offers the woman a snigle polite nod. He watches her as she starts to walk away, pondering something. He decides to speak before she's completely out of reach though. "Problems? Maybe a free cup of alledged coffee will help." He also kicks a chair out opposite himself.


Hase looks to the man and chuckles, knowing the history of the man. " So a ship to you in, good to know, your a swell guy but trouble always found you. Juat be glad your not on the dragon."


Strian nods once, before raising an eyebrow, "Why? Whats up with the Dragon.. if you all need some kind of help.. I already told Sink, that I'd be more then happy to help out."


"Free coffee?" Saienne asks, pausing in her steps and turning around as the chair is pushed out for her. She looks down at Lawson, a lop-sided half-smile showing, but suspicion still present in her dark eyes. "Ain't no such thing as free nothin', ain't it so?" But, she has paused now, and made eye contact, and it appears that her curiosity has been piqued. "So, if there's a 'free' coffee - alleged, or otherwise - involved in this offer... Well, that causes me to wonder..." A pause, as the smile expands to a wholly crooked grin. She puts one long-fingered hand on the back of her chair. "What's the gorram catch?"


Lawson shakes his head and holds his hands up in surredner,"No catch at all. You just look like you could use a cup of coffee." He pauses and then offers a lopsided smile,"Ok, I might also ask if you need any hands on your ship, but come on, your in Eavesdown."


Hase chuckles and then nods. " Well the captain is very well in charge of things, we have a group of individuals who are after us, for some odd reason and all I can say it's going to be a rogh ride for a couple of months. We nearly got ourselves blown up alittle while ago, a sacrificial lamb as you may say came to us and exploded, nearly taking me and a few others out."


Strian nods and says, "Well.. I can understand that.. I've got a man after me.. a matter of my having a conscious, and him not." Shrugging, he says, "Well.. I would love to talk with Sink.. and see if I can't get into his mind, that I don't mind helping you all.. least I can do."


Saienne laughs a little, inclining her head in agreement. "Ain't that the truth," she says, the grin fading just the merest amount. She pulls the chair out a bit further, and then settles into it, legs thrust out parallel to the table and crossed at the ankles. She settles one hand on the tabletop and observes Lawson carefully. "An' what is it you do, exactly, Mister...?" As the waiter comes by - although waiter is rather a posh word for the man loitering near their table. "Black coffee, an' as strong as you can make it." She smiles lop-sidedly back at Lawson. "Been one of those nights."


Lawson nods in complete understanding. He lets her get settled before he answers her question. "I drink coffee and fail to find work. My last job involved flying skiffs and shooting at people. You'd think there'd be a call for that, wouldn't you?"


Hase chuckles and shakes his head. " You have a man after you, man...look at it this way. We have trouble already and if you bring more our way, we may not like it to much. This group is not small and they use slaves as bombs, I know..I felt it." looking around he looks to the two having coffee, he watches them for a moment, making sure they are no threat at the moment and then back to the man infront of him. " Well if the captain says is alright, then it is, he is the boss."


Strian looks at him, and says, "Ya.. well.. the man after me.. isn't all that smart.. keeps sending in his own men, barely equiped.. they got a lucky shot on me last time, but that was mostly because I was talking with the ship's medic as we waited on some food."


"On Eavesdown? Without a gorram doubt." She shrugs her shoulders, a fluid motion more like a roll than anything else. "But folk ain't entirely settled at present, what with the recent... " Another shrug, less effusive this time. "Ah well. Flyin' skiffs an' shootin' at people? Is that so? Sounds dangerous." She pauses, and frowns. "Mayhap you just ain't been askin' the right people, is all."


Lawson shrugs and says,"That might be it. I haven't really gotten philosophical about it." He sips his own coffee reload and says,"So, you know, not to be gauche, but, you know anyone looking for a trained stick?' His eyes take in small details now. Mannerisms, gear, expressions, trying to get a feel for the woman.


Hase shakes his head and then sighs. " Well obviously you have not learned, you have someone after you, you keep one eye on the person your talking to and then the others looks for trouble." looking about the area again he can't help but look in the direction of the coffee drinkers. He frowns and then shakes his head, t. " I best think of work." he mumbles and then looks back to the man. " So, do you remember Dora..if you do well me and her are going out..well sort of..hard to talk to her when she is not around."


Strian nods and says, "Aye.. I remember Dora, mostly because her and Dora, were the only females on that ship, who didn't look at me and yell at my stupidity.. 'course.. the only other woman I saw on that ship was Beckett.. and thats all she did." He chuckles, before nodding, "Aye.. well.. I got my own girl now as well.. she's the engineer on my ship.. thinking I need to scare Beckett.. by announcing to her that my girl's pregnant, last time I talked with her, the thought of little Mrizen's made her nasous."


"Well, there ain't no use dwellin', sure enough." She considers Lawson carefully. "I might do," she concedes. "You got references or anythin'?" A pause. "Or weren't they that kind of skiff?" She pulls her coffee towards her and lifts the chipped white cup to her lips. She blows on the dark liquid to cool it, and the scent of fairly fresh coffee rises around her. "This don't smell as bad as I was expectin'," she murmurs, too quiet for the waiter to hear. "Never can tell down here."


Lawson nods and notes, "They use fifty percent less rat shit than other tent cafes." He then gives a heavy sigh and says,"Yes I have references, but mostly they just seem to piss people off on these parts. My side of the war was dressed in Purple, see? But me and them don't get along so much anymore. Nothing criminal, just a disagreement of terms."


It's amazingly what a man would do to not look surprised and Hase tries very hard to do that when he hears him state he got a girl pregnant, he scratches his balls. " Well, thats a mighty feat there, I ani't so lucky..not yet..not until I marry her..if she allows that ." he shrugs and looks about again, always laert, always ready for anything, almost as if you can sense the tenseness on Hase.


Strian shakes his head, "No.. no.. I ain't got her pregnant yet.. was going to tell Beckett that when I saw here, just to play a bit of a practical joke on her. I don't think her and I are ready for anything more then going out, at the moment." He shrugs, before smiling and saying, "Ahh.. well.. Dora has a good heart.. I'm sure you and her will find happiness."


Saienne purses her lips. Her own tattered brown coat says more about her allegiances than any speech could. "Well," she says, pausing before sipping the hot coffee. "The War's been over..." She pauses, looking up the sky to calculate. "Ten years, ain't it? Ten years this May? Like I said - it really ain't no use dwellin'. Any folks that do just ain't livin'." A pause and a crooked grin. "An' I'm all for livin'." She turns somber. "Sounds like you ain't in an entirely happy place - caught between the long-livin' fury of the Feds an' them Browncoats who just ain't able to let go."


Lawson flashes a sad smile and nods,"That's probably a fair assessment." He brightens though, and says with a much more cheerful tone,"But the fact is, I can still handle a ship, and I can still make it dance on a good day. So, if you do ever find yuorself in need, well, I'll probably be right around here some place."


Hase raises a brow and then nods slowly. " Look man, don't go bothering Beckett like that. Just telling you she has had it rough as of late. She almost got killed with that suicide slave bomb. She was very hurt and in bed for a long time. " then he breaths in and out, his chest rising, showing he is not a small man. " This is my family andBecket is part of it, sure me and her do not see eye to eye but it's my job to protect my family. She is meaner now if to let you know, she rightly hit you over the head with her wrench now if she does not know you and to tell you the truth...I did not trust you when first I seen you." looking about and then turning to go. " Look, I hate to make enemies but if you harm any of the crew of the Dragon and this goes to anyone , they are going to have to deal with me...I ain't pretty when it comes to paying anyone back for what they done."


Strian looks at Hase, and just shakes his head. "I didn't know all that, Hase.. and it was just gonna be a harmless joke, but I won't know." Breathing in abit, and just sitting there, calmly, "I ain't about to hurt the crew of the Dragon.. only crews in this 'Verse that I would hurt, would be those who fly under that gorram pirate's flag." Shrugging he says, "It was nice seein' you.. was hoping to have abit of a fun reunion with the crew.. why I was sitting out here.. wanted to catch up on some old times.. visit.. and just have a fun time.."


Morning is well and truly broken, now, and the bustle of Eavesdown is both busier and louder. Saienne glances over her shoulder to where her ship is berthed. "Well an' good," she says, smiling - non-committal, but friendly enough. "An' what did you say your name was?" She leans forward... but the conversation over at the Dragon catches her attention and she turns, narrowing eyes, to get a better look at the two men. A frown forms, creasing her wrinkles. "Ain't that interestin'..." She murmurs, looking up to the dark hulk of the Dragon's hull again. Her PDA burbles cheerfully in her pocket, distracting her, and she pulls the shining thing out. Stabbing at it to answer the call, she says: "Finnegan! You had your coffee?" A pause. "Yeah, me an' all." She smiles up at Lawson. "Just got to take this wave..."


Hase stops and looks back to the man he has been speaking all this time. " I suggest not playing a joke man.......she is not that friendly no more...you take care of yourself and that little woman of yours." looking about one last time, making sure it is alright. He spots the woman having coffee and he can't help but look at her for a long time, eeying her for some odd reason or another and just before he turns he nods in her direction, then turns. " Take care man and be safe."