[Log] "Ship-shape an' Bristol fashion"

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Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
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Dolores enters the docks from the direction of the city, glancing around anxiously at the line up of ships. Her heart falls once as the ship she was hoping for is no where to be seen, and falls twice when one she never wants to see is open for buisness. Clearly steering AWAY from the raiders she tries to walk as casually across the pads as possible. But she stops and stares when she sees a young lady walking nearby in bandages. "..............................." she says softly, eyeing Cassie with professional interest.



Tyr is standing on the ramp of O'Malley, looking warily at the pirate vessel here. But when he hears someone comin' on down behind him, he turns, smiling. "Oh. Hey, Sai."


Cassie blinks at the voice and the unknown language near her, but she turns slightly and gives Dolores a smile, holding out her beer bottle. "Help a girl out please? This seems a difficult task minus one arm and I can't use my teeth.." She pauses and tilts her head a bit. "You speak English miss?"


Saienne steps down from the Grace, pausing to look out over Eavesdown and the ships assembled there. She says nothing, but her lips set in a thin line, indicating something of her mood. "Afternoon, Tyr." She says, good-natured but serious. "It nice an' quiet out here?" Her hat is tipped back on her head, and her face can be clearly seen in the brightness of the afternoon. She looks a little tired, maybe, but nothing more than that.


Kennedy sinks down further into her lawnchair, perhaps she's on guard duty for the Corsair. She brings a water bottle to her lips again, her throat undulating as she takes heavy gulps of the ice cold liquid. Persephone can get hot in these months, and today is proving to be no exception. She quietly waits for Jessa as the woman goes off to fetch her lunch.


Dolores smiles widely at Cassie as she asks for help, speaking english with a liquid latin accent to the girl. "Of course I'll help you." she says, though her eyes are wondering why she needs a Beer this early in the day. "Do you mind if I ask how you were injured? And how you were treated? I'm a medic myself..." she offers as she takes the beer from Cassie and opens it easily.


Tyr turns over to Saienne. "As quiet as Eavestown gets," he replies with a shrug of his shoulders, as if that explained the entire thing. "How are things with Grace?"


Jessa walks a bit away, looking over a few of the nearby vendors before finding one to her liking. Leaning in she whispers to the vendor, there are frowns, more whispers, a few well placed batted lash before finally a rather large portion is served up for the woman. Nodding faintly she turns with a satisfied smile and weaves her way back towards Kennedy, steaming food in hand.


Saienne nods to Tyr, and she slips her long-fingered hands into her pockets. "Ain't that always the way on Eavesdown?" Tyr's comment really does explain as much as needs explaining. "Well, don't go lingerin' if it gets too... noisy, an' all." She scuffs the dirt with her boot and rolls her shoulders in a fluid shrug of her own. "As well as they can be, I reckon. Gettin' my brain wrapped around the figures, slowly." She pauses. "It ain't so different from my own account books, truth be told. There's just... more." She smiles lop-sidedly at Tyr. "You doin' fine? Ain't too much of a bother to be trackin' us down somethin' to carry?"


Tyr shakes his head. "Not too much bother at all. I'll be sendin' a wave to hunt down that one contract I heard about, Sai," he promises. "And we'll be in ship-shake in no time at all."


By the time Jessa returns, Kennedy is idly twirling an empty water bottle on the flat of her palm. "Took you long enough." The piratical type woman grumbles, eyeing the plate of food that Jessa brings in offering. "Whaddya get, anyways?"


Cassie's smile is more of a one sided one, though her eyes do spark with life as the girl accepts her cry for help. "Oh thankyou! Stinkin doc.. Gave me some stuff for the pain an I couldn't drink!" She pauses to think about her answer.. "An how I got injured? well.. les'just say that well.. some people allways think someone is tryin to cheat them or some such. An I honestly weren't! But, no mattre.. I'll heal." A little shrug, and she takes back the beer with a sigh.. 'come to momma'. In one long drink, half of the bottle emptys, and she pulls it away from her lips with a sigh. "Oh bless ya. An Irish woman without beer is a good way to be startin a war." Another long sip, and the bottom half of the rich amber liquid quickly drains from the bottle, and in no time flat, it is dry as a bone. Another sigh, and she smacks her lips. "Breakfast." Chuckling a bit with a grimmace. "An well, Doc Tenson patched me up. As did the preecher Smith. Thought for sure my face was gunna scar.. but he assures me it will hardly be noticible."


Jessa smirks, handing the plate of noodles and meat to Kennedy. "Char Kway Teow, claimed it was real good meat... its dog by the way." The comment a bit off handed, as she holds the dish out. "Best eat it quick, dish like that you'll likely get jumped for it." There is a playful hint to her voice as she eyes Kennedy warily over the steaming plate.


Dolores is a small woman, and as such has to look up to inspect the bandages and work done on Cassie's face. Her own dark features take on an unmistakable look of professional intent, her hand rising gently to shade the sun's glare off the gel and more clearly see the cut. "Misunderstanding with a sharp object? Dear you should at least file charges." She sighs at the amount and speed of the woman's drinking. "Well they did a good job on you. And they're quite correct. Keep the gell fresh and you should be able to heal the scar too."


Kennedy wrinkles up her nose, but takes the plate anyways, propping it in her lap. "Well. Could be worse. Could be protein." She grumbles, using the plastic fork it came with to scoop up a hefty bite of the meal and shoving it into her mouth. Still chewing, she says, "You mean I better eat it quick, 'cuz it tastes ten times worse when its cold.."


Cassie grimmaces slightly, giving the medic a one sided smile. "Charges? Stars above I don't think so miss. Surest way to havein hunt me down. In m'book they just be sore losers is all. Can't help it if I'm lucky some. An mostly I'm not on the receivin end like this.. Just been a bit o'bad luck past couple days. Most times I am real lucky and kin find good players that don't easily take offense." But she does sigh a little. "yeah, an the doc is real nice.. good too. But, it means I won't be playin music for a good week or so easy. Stupid arm."


"Ship-shape an' Bristol fashion, ain't it?" Saienne muses, half to herself. "Never did have an inklin' as to what that actually meant..." She grins crookedly. "Well an' good, Tyr. Let me know when you hear back - an' if you need a hand an' all." She leans back against the Grace's shining hull, into the shade a little, and turns to look out on the rest of the dock, listening to the bustle going on there.


Kennedy wrinkles up her nose, but takes the plate anyways, propping it in her lap. "Well. Could be worse. Could be protein." She grumbles, using the plastic fork it came with to scoop up a hefty bite of the meal and shoving it into her mouth. Still chewing, she says, "You mean I better eat it quick, 'cuz it tastes ten times worse when its cold.."


Cassie grimmaces slightly, giving the medic a one sided smile. "Charges? Stars above I don't think so miss. Surest way to havein hunt me down. In m'book they just be sore losers is all. Can't help it if I'm lucky some. An mostly I'm not on the receivin end like this.. Just been a bit o'bad luck past couple days. Most times I am real lucky and kin find good players that don't easily take offense." But she does sigh a little. "yeah, an the doc is real nice.. good too. But, it means I won't be playin music for a good week or so easy. Stupid arm."


Jessa snickers softly, "Yeah that too.." Glancing up at the ship again she tilts her head. "Anything more? or best I be off along my business?" Oddly enough dispite her confident tone she keeps her eyes smartly on the ship or ground, or anything but Kennedy.

Dolores sighs, "...................................................................................." Tired, thats the best word for the dissapointment that shows on Doll's expressive face. 'If no one says anything against violence, we can all expect to suffer. And not just silence for a week.'


Kennedy snorts at that, then pauses to slurp up a noodle which smacks her soundly on the cheek. She chews, straightening away from the plate in her lap as she wipes a hand over her face to get the sauce off. "You ain't got no business. You're lost like the rest of these fuckin' sheep." She motions out towards the dock with her plastic utensil.


Cassie blinks as she goes and switches languages. "Say that again? I dunno what language that bein miss, but it's pretty."


Dolores blinks as well. "I'm sorry. It's spanish, the first language I learned. I.. I tend to forget sometimes."


Cassie ohs and tilts her head. "Well its pretty. I'm a musician you'see. An I like pretty sounds. It kinda flows. Even though I dunno what any of it means."


Jessa arches her brow again, taking a step back. "Not having a ship to fly is hardly sheep status, but thanks for your opinion.. though I don't recall asking for it." Sighing she tilts her head. "Besides, Not like your offering..." the last said with a bit of a laugh.


Kennedy gives a short laugh. "You don't have to ask. I give that shit out for free. No charge. You're a Flyboy, huh?" She lets her gaze drift over Jessa, for the first time really assessing the woman from the tips of her shoes to the top of her head. "Lookin' for work, are ya sheepie?"


Dolores chuckles softly, "Spanish is one of the Earth that was romance languages. It's the perfect language for singing, and poetry. Just... Just be sure you know what you're singing." She smiles, "I was once serenaded by a man who thought he was seducing me. He wasn't bad looking and it might have worked. If he hadn't been singing this horrible song about donkies to me."


Cassie blinks and can't help but laugh, before doing a quick wince, and tosses her beer bottle into the dumpster before holding the left side of her face gently. "Oh, now just that alone is good song material miss. Mind if I use that?" Her eyes twinkle merrily at the thought.


Jessa shakes her head, "Nah, not looking for work. Work is for people without mind enough to think. I'm looking for money, the more the better the sooner I get my own bird." Shrugging she doesn't give much away in facial expression.


Dolores lifts her head, thinking. "I might let you... But I'd want something in return I think. What do you have to offer?" There's a sparkle of mischief in the womans dark eyes, though no malice and certainly no danger.


Kennedy waves at Jessa impatiently with her fork. "Nevermind then. You're better off on a boat like that." She hooks a thumb towards the Invictus. Then the XO goes back to eating, not letting a little thing like conversation stop her.


Cassie hms and purses her head a little in thought. "Well, when th doc makes me my smoker.. I kin send you some of my ma's sekkrit recept smoked jerkey. That a fair trade?" Her eyes light up then. "But I'd need yer name an ship so I know where it needs sendin miss."


Dolores smiles, "I could easily show you. And if you don't mind I could look at your face again. It shouldn't be hurting you if you simple smile like that." Doll simply can't help but be concerned about the wounded.


Jessa smirks, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I'm sure, they likely have good cargo, regular runs and not a touch of trouble. Work like that I'll be in my own bird in a few years. Shame I won't be taking that sorta work." Turning she chuckles to herself, looking around the docks slowly.


Cassie grimmaces slightly. "Oh it only hurts caus of the gel keepin the stitchin closed. Makes it a tad painfull. Sorta like real tight youknow? That an well, I can't stand people pokin at me. I'm a real bad patient. The preecher will attest to that."


Hatch makes it about as far as the curve of Grace's loading ramp before he stops and plants his broad shoulders against the frame of the entrance. "Eavesdown." He mentions as his pale eyes drift over the flow of the crowds and the ramp before him in time. "Well, could be a worse rock to sit on."


Saienne is stood under the curve of the Grace's shining hull, looking absently out over Eavesdown. Her hat is crammed down on her head and she has her hands in her pockets. There's the barest suggestion of a slouch to her posture. Hatch's voice causes her to turn around. She smiles a crooked smile at him, although it is faint. The shadow from her hat brim falls across her face, drowning her eyes in darkness. "Ain't there, though." She says, softly. "An' ain't we seen a fair few of them an' all?"


"You know me." The big fella comments as his hands slide up along his hips to slip into his pockets as takes notice of Sai's words. "I'd rather be in the black." Hatch's smile warms as he responds to the lady but goes back to looking out across the crowd milling about, mostly people watching.


"An' that's where we should be lookin', ain't it? The Black. Ain't no use declarin' we'll keep on flyin' if we ain't." She shakes her head, and the pheasant feather bobs and ducks from the band. "Tyr's out lookin' for cargo, an' all, but... well, there's just so much to do, ain't there?" She turns fully then, out from the shadows to take a few steps back up the ramp towards Hatch.


"Welp, with everything else goin on I can't say I'm rightly settled on everything.. other then a couple things I know I can get taken care of for Grace. We kin wait on that, in talking it over at least I suppose." Hatch mentions as he rocks off his heals and back onto his feet to meander over to Sai as to not feel like he's yelling the converstation across the docks.


"I don't reckon we should wait too long, Hatch," Saienne says, seriously. "Flux is unsettlin' enough without uncertainty." She frowns. "But this ain't the place, I know." She closes the gap between them too. "An' I reckon we've all just been harin' about too hard these past few days to be able to stop an' take stock properly, ain't it so?" She turns to face Eavesdown again, then, watching the clusters of people talking and going about their business. "This really ain't the place."


Hatch 's fingers raise up to draw along the back of his neck, "Sai, I've been working on better understanding Grace's systems, she's a bit more complicated then what I'm used to working on but hell.. someones got to do the repairs while things are a bit under the weather, or in the least till we can get someone hired on who can do it better then me eh?" In time his hands drift back down to slip into his pockets, but not till he's checked the loadout on his pistols as Sai mentions again where they are. He's not terribly flashy about it, thats not his way.


Saienne nods as Hatch talks. "That's a real good idea, I reckon. I believe Bishop's got some skill in that area an' all, but it ain't like we can ask him to watch the engine an' fly the boat at the same time." She grins crookedly. "Or, we can ask, but I don't reckon he'll do it."


Saienne takes in Eavesdown in one sweeping gaze - noting Kennedy's attentions as she does so. "Well, this ain't gettin' the work done," Saienne says, with a bit of a sigh. "I reckon I'll step back aboard an' get myself back to my PDA." And, so saying, she steps back up the ramp and into the belly of the Grace.