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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================It's evening at the Eavesdown Docks, the sun rolling back over the sky, preparing to dip below the horizon. The slantways rays from the sun create blind spots and long shadows as the crowds move about. The business is somewhat slowed from midday, many propietors having gone

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Surrounded by slums on the edges of the city, the docks are chaotic and bustling. Ships are haphazardly lined up side by side, and vendor's stalls and carts are interspersed between them. Dust kicked up by ground traffic and engine exhausts billows through the air, coating near

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Surrounded by slums on the edges of the city, the docks are chaotic and bustling. Ships are haphazardly lined up side by side, and vendor's stalls and carts are interspersed between them. Dust kicked up by ground traffic and engine exhausts billows through the air, coating near

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Surrounded by slums on the edges of the city, the docks are chaotic and bustling. Ships are haphazardly lined up side by side, and vendor's stalls and carts are interspersed between them. Dust kicked up by ground traffic and engine exhausts billows through the air, coating near

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===============================================Double Cabin, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================To the careful listener the footsteps in the companionway outside the cabin might sound familar. Gentle they are, certainly, but falling with enough of a sound to indicate boots - heavy boots. They fall to silence just on the other side of the door and there is a

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===============================================The Scrapheap, Assam City, Boros===============================================Built into a towering, heaped mound of scrap, several narrow cargo containers converge on a central container. Doorways have been cut out with plasma torches and sheet metal has been welded to join one container to the next. The floors, walls and ceilings are rust-stained

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===============================================Windsor Weapons, Ezra===============================================The interior of this room, is something to cause awe in even the oldest of settlers. This is mainly cause, no matter how old they may be, they feel young against the oak counter and the weapon lockers complete with glass fronts and steel gratings. The same counts for the fellow

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Shadow]==============================================="Cap'n! Hey!" Tyr is sitting on a cargo container, hopping on off of it when Saienne comes down into the Hold. "How's it going?" he wonders. Mid afternoon and Saienne steps down from the decks above to the sound of voices in the hold. She smiles a lop-sided smile at Tyr

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Shadow]===============================================Morgaine has an almost unreadable expression on her face as she moves towards the exit ramp, heading out of the ship. She is dressed in her usual browncoat and scarf but there is more, she is wearing the rank insignia of a senior captain of the browncoats and her

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===============================================Dorsal Observation, Grace O'Malley [Sihnon]===============================================Early evening finds Saienne standing alone on Grace's observation deck. She has positioned herself at the port side of the dome and is looking down at the Sihnon docks - and whatever she can see beyond that. She is dressed simply - a pair of dark trousers,

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Beckett is hanging about outside the Dragon, doing her usual job of tinkering with, and adjusting the landing struts. But she's keeping a healthily paranoid eye out as well. Eavesdown is a place full of the healthily paranoid, and Saienne, disembarking from the Grace O'Malley,

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================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

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone==============================================="Well, I really don't know what we're supposed to do with a frog," Josephine is saying, conversationally, presumably to Saienne, as she walks down Grace's ramp. "I mean, the fruit is all kinds of wondrously useful, but..a frog. I already have a chicken. And a rat. And there's

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================Josephine has spent the better part of the day sorting out the galley and restocking whatever basic supplies are more interesting to purchase on Persephone. She is leaning over the counter now, bent to study a list on her PDA with a furrowed brow and the telltale

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================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

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================Lucinda is standing near the coffee urn, which seems to be the center of hub of life for people aboard the Grace at this hour. "Just the times, my dear, just the times." She responds just as quickly. Then Lucinda does something she's usually not given to, she

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Of course, Josephine does not refuse a hug from Sujiko. She even smiles a little as she gets wrapped up in his arms. "You never used to like hugs half so much," she muses, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "And I'm core world educated, myself, you know. Not so impressive,

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===============================================Island Clearing, Newhall===============================================Peeper is lounging a ways down the beach, far from sight of anyone else. She also tugs a lot at the swimsuit that she bought on a slick sale girl's recommendation. Tyr hops out of the O'Malley, his sleeves rolled up, but in his jeans and boots nonetheless. "I really gotta purchase

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===============================================Island Clearning, Newhall===============================================Dense tropical rainforest opens into a secluded clearing large enough for three or four ships. The ground is hard-packed with a thin layer of loose sand on top. A pathway has been cut into the undergrowth, narrow at the entrance but quickly widening into a well maintained walking

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===============================================Fortune's Favor, Santo===============================================The Fortune's Favor has no established theme, choosing to go with dirty and worn mediocrity over tattered and dusty frills and frippery. The machines are lined up in back to back rows, offering enough room in between for the passage of tourists and waitresses shuttling trays to and

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Santo?]===============================================For once, the cargo bay is conspicuously clean of even a stray chicken feather floating about or caught in the grooves of the metal deck plating. Bounding down the steps two at a time from above, Aradia pushes off from the side railing with one hand to jump the last four

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone - Ariel]===============================================Saienne lurches in from the quarters on the ship's port side even as the Grace lifts off from the dirt of Eavesdown and begins her swift ascent to the stars. "Good gorram," she mutters, speaking, she thinks, to thin air. She clings to the doorframe as the

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================At the base of the cargo ramp, Grace's captain sits basking in the warmth of the sun, her knees drawn up a little as she watches the crowds passing by. Yes, the sky is bright and clear and there's not a cloud in sight, yet somehow, Aradia seems to be soaking wet from head to

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Through the long shadows cast by the ships in the already darkened depths of Eavesdown, a lone figure wanders in and out between the ships, skirting the edges of the occasional pool of light until they reach the lowered boarding ramp of the Grace O'Malley and pause, looking up

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===============================================Spaceport, Ariel===============================================Located at the southern most tip of Ariel City, the Spaceport is a sectioned mass of landing pads and Alliance Overview. Customs officers and Alliance patrols are the main staple of the area, making their way about each new arrival as it lands or inspecting a ship on as it leaves. Central

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I thought it might be interesting (and useful for IC consistency for me) to compile a table of key events and dates in the life of Saienne Olaeno - so here it is. The format is IC date followed by IC age in brackets and then a short description of the event in question. I've put it all behind the cut in case some of you would rather find this information out through RP.09.05.2482 - [ 0] - Saienne

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===============================================Bridge, Grace O'Malley [Sihnon - Ariel]===============================================The bridge is a picture of sleek, efficient design, even if it is a bit worn and faded in places. A raised, semi-circular platform to the aft of the room contains a large, highbacked captain's chair of brushed steel and black patent leather that has faded more to a

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Sihnon]===============================================Despite the fact that there is a ball later this day, Josephine is presently in the galley, working hard. It seems she has decided to clean everything..and by everything, that is to say /everything/ that is in the galley, scrubbing, dusting, polishing, and rearranging

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===============================================Lobby, Lu'Weng Majestic Hotel, Sihnon=============================================== Architectural grace meets beauty aesthetics right here in the Lobby of the Lu'Weng Majestic. As the name suggests, majestic pillars of crystal rise from the marbled floor to the vaulted ceilings, which tower high above and are covered in mirrors to create the

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================A clatter of boots on metal and Saienne strides through into the Commons from the corridor down to the hold. She has a dirty rag in one hand and she is busily trying to clean her hands of whatever nastiness has got on to them. "Why we ain't ever able to acquire

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Maxwell reaches to poke Ara lightly in the side, answering to the question of pesterment, "I severely doubt that... even on that one particular subject." He glances sidelong at Lucinda and offers, "well you're screwed if you try and back out now--well, unless you pay. Anyhow,

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley===============================================Bishop nods a bit and after cracking the lid of his beer and taking a sip, he tilts his head then frowns. "Alright, I gotta ask and if I am crossing some sort of unwritten boundary or what not, just let me know. I really don't get insulted to often but I've always been curious

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Through the varied, colourful and often unscrupulous crowd comes the comparatively clean and spritely familiar form of Grace's beloved Galley Regent. She has a satchel over one shoulder and a pale wicker container (with lid) tucked under one arm. Deftly the little woman skirts

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===============================================Grace O'Malley - Dorsal Observation===============================================While the observation deck is commonly used on military and corporate vessels as a briefing room or executive lounge, here, it's been converted into something far more welcoming. Three soft, overstuffed couches and several armchairs of emerald green have been gathered

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===============================================Twin Oaks - Jiangyin===============================================A small town on a fairly scrub-brush planet, Twin Oaks is nestled between the junction of two small rivers to the Southeast, and a low, wide butte that serves as a landing field and Spaceport to the North. The town supplies more ranchers than spacers, as can be evidenced by the large

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley===============================================Saienne enters from the quarters on the vessel's port side. She is carrying her canvas satchel and rooting around inside it as she walks, not really paying attention to the position of the hatchway or the bulkhead. Which is why, as she lifts a foot to step into the Commons,

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===============================================Eavesdown Racetrack, Persephone===============================================The track is one of the more famous attractions to be found around Eavesdown. Ringed by a high, white wooden fence on the interior and a lower one on the outer edge, the dirt track surrounds a grassy, oval field in the center. Off to one side of the track is a preparation

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+--------------------------------+- SAIENNE OLAENO -o Interplanetary Courier o+--------------------------------+The screen flickers and a serious middle-aged woman appears behind the static. The picture settles quickly and the woman turns to address the camera in a confident voice:"This here message is an introduction to all you folks out there - an' I know there's a lot of you, an' all - lookin'

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley===============================================Bishop has since deserted the commons, and Lu is still lingering in the galley cleaning up her medical supply mess after a short break in which she apparently got herself a cup of coffee. The snowflake project remains as it was when everyone filtered off, looking sad and

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================Crew Commons----"Evenin', Ronnie," says Saienne cordially as she steps into the commons from the portside quarters. She is dressed even informally than is usual, a loose cream shirt and a pair of baggy crimson fishermen's trousers, and her feet are bare. "You

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=============================================== Single Cabin 1 - Portside - Grace O'Malley===============================================The cabin is mostly dark, the only light coming from a cluster of fairy lights clustered in a tangle by side of the bed. Everything smells of smoke and burning; an acrid smell, unpleasant and strong. Saienne, dressed in a pair of red Thai fishermen's trousers

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Darker, and rife with more filth than the city itself, Eavesdown is a hovel of slums inhabited by those that can't afford to live or play in the City itself. Ships are docked here, mostly those of the smaller transport classes, normally guarded by a member of the crew for fear

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Charley Wong is sitting on the ramp of the Pearl, cleaning her nails, thoughtfully. Tyr is stepping off of the O'Malley with Sai, chatting amiably with her. "So where is it you were looking to head, Sai?" he wonders. "You said there was some bar to go to or somethin'?" Saienne

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone?]===============================================Saienne enters the commons from her quarters on the vessel's port side, slipping quietly through the door and onto the muffling calico rugs that are strewn around. She strikes a course for the galley, snagging a favoured cup from one of the overhead cupboards,

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===============================================Dorsal Observatory, Grace O'Malley [Paquin]===============================================While the observation deck is commonly used on military and corporate vessels as a briefing room or executive lounge, here, it's been converted into something far more welcoming. Three soft, overstuffed couches and several armchairs of emerald green have been

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Eyes of a smudgy brown rimmed with dark eyeliner and webbed with fine crowsfeet; short black hair cropped close in to her skull; skin a deep and luxurious coffee-brown lined and worn by middle age: Saienne is a woman of earth and autumn tones and she is dressed accordingly.She wears a long dark dress, the skirt falling full to the ground from a high cinched waistline, flaring out very slightly

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Saint Albans]===============================================Finishing off the pancakes on her plate from where she sits on the couch with a blanket over her legs, feet up on the coffee table, Aradia licks the syrup from her fingers, dumping the plate on the table. "I should go shower," she says, even as she's turning to

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Paquin]===============================================Josephine shrugs, "If we have the time and occasion, I wouldn't mind if we could go out looking for just that..if only for the look on Hatch's face when I'm wearing them, you know?" She and Aradia are sitting on the couch eating their breakfast of blueberry-enhanced

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===============================================Paquin, Morty's Tent===============================================Somewhere not in the cargo office, quite a distance from the other gypsies, is a lone tent. Inside the tent is a person, back to the door, dressed in what appears to be an oriental rug, though chances are it's not, because that would be silly. Incense burns in the corner, and fills

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===============================================Paquin, Spaceport===============================================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

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Dearest Daniel,I cannot find it credible that it has been fifteen years to the day since we last laid eyes on you. I do not think that, had I known what I know now, I would have hustled you on your way quite so efficiently that morning. I know Maire is the one with the reputation for being the organiser in our family, but it was me, was it not, who fretted over you at breakfast and who carried

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Ariel]===============================================The smile on Aradia's lips never falters as she keeps her gaze on the man below her and says, "She does and she can but she won't." With a canting of her head to one side, her gaze slips briefly down to the man's hands and then back up to his face and then past him

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley []===============================================Lucinda is holding a cup of coffee, still lingering some where over near the urn as if afraid to drift too far from the life giving substance. "Well, they say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach.. I'm glad you two became close. It means a lot to him to have

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Saienne's tarnished silver PDA burbles cheerfully and she looks up from the book she is reading to dig the thing out from one of her pockets. As it is retrieved, Sai flips the book over to rest open pages down, and taps with one finger on the PDA's screen."Maire," she says, with some surprise and no little concern, as the screen resolves from eerie blue into full colour. "What you callin' for?

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Ariel]===============================================Sitting on a crate to one side of the cargo bay, Aradia has a gun balanced on one knee as she fiddles with something near the chamber. Perhaps to the observant, they will be relieved to see that the magazine is out and next to the gun itself. Furrowing her brow, she

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===============================================Spaceport, Beaumonde===============================================Saienne, somewhat weary-looking and covered in a good coating of travel grime and dust, doesn't look too at home here in Beaumonde's glitter. Her ragged hat is crammed down on top of her head shading her face almost completely, and she has her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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===============================================Mining Settlement, Haven===============================================Josephine experiences a serious bonding moment with Saienne as they struggle through the snow with the crate. Jo isn't really made for this kind of hardlabor, but what she lacks in strength and endurance, she makes up in sheerdetermination, following the lot of them to the rather

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===============================================Snowfield, Haven===============================================Aradia is crouched down with one knee on the ground as she pulls a hood up over Finnian's head, zippering him up all the way to under his chin after tucking a scarf wrapped around his neck under his coat. His arms are sticking out at odd angles and he looks like a fat, fluffy little

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Haven]===============================================Saienne is, not unusually, perched cross-legged on one of the benches around the dining table working from her battered silver PDA. Although Ronnie and Ymir - and everyone else - have been working double time to restore heat and light to the Grace, she obviously feels

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Haven]===============================================Wandering up into the commons as Aradia starts to shrug off her coat at last,wincing a little as she tugs it down over her strapped up arm. "You didn't get to hear it snap a second time," Aradia says mischievously to Josephine. "Of course I'm probably the only one that

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Haven]===============================================Saienne is sitting at the dining table, her legs crossed up underneath her as she perches on one of the benches. One elbow leans on the table, giving her whole frame a skewed look. She has her PDA beside her - but its screen is dark - and also a small leatherbound book

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===============================================Grace O'Malley, Cargo Bay [Haven]===============================================At the given moment a fellow in an armored space suit, with the helm sitting nearby is perched upon a crate overlooking the cargo bay. It's hard to tell who he is at first, with all the gear laden upon him, the goggles, and his head being dipped down. If not for the

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===============================================Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================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

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone?]===============================================Lucinda rests the water bottle on the table so she can concentrate on her PDA. She plucks out the stylus and begins tapping away at the screen, she pauses once to look up as the Captain leaves, giving a nod before she clicks one final button. The screen goes dark

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone?]===============================================Kael Bowen starts to snicker at that though, hiding his head for a moment before he regains his composure, "I was a little curious myself, to be honest. Are the medical supplies for them, or is it some other thing that we'll be helping them with?" He lets out a

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===============================================Grace O'Malley, Crew Commons [Persephone]===============================================Kael Bowen's mouth pulls into a grin, as he shakes his head from side to side. His feet start carrying his towards the bar and past Lu. As he gets there, his hand extends towards Bishop, "New guy, eh? Well.. that'll work.. Don't really care what it is, so long as

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================Katherine gives a little shrug. "I dunno, I tend ta try an' spend my time avoidin' productive things" Kat comments. "But really, I think I'd best be gettin' back ta lookin' inta ways not ta hafta pretend my name's Katherine anymore" she adds with a little sigh. "

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone==============================================="Well... different strengths for different folks 'n' all that." Kael responds to her, the smirk still upon his lips as his eyes look back to Dora. His feet shuffle to a stop again as he gets close, his right hand extending towards her, "Name's Kael, miss." His left hand's thumb

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================A man, namely Kael, was sprawled out on the couch, his boots were kicked up on the far arm rest. His left foot was rested upon it, while the right was crossed over, the right heel balancing on his left toes. He looks quite relaxed and in better spirits then he

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===============================================Eavesdown Docks, Persephone===============================================Mid afternoon and the sun is blasting down on ships and people alike, indiscriminate. Saienne finds herself again deep in the hustle and bustle of Eavesdown, and she navigates the filth and the crowds like she was born to it. Her hat is perched on the top of her head, and

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]===============================================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

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Boros]===============================================Josephine is sitting in what looks to be a meditative posture, except that clearly she is not meditating. "Alright," she says, with a small smile. "I think that could make the difference," she admits, her expression clearly one of great tenderness for the man who is

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===============================================Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [?]===============================================Hatch chuckles as he gathers himself together a cup, "I don't know about the handsome part, want anything else while I'm over here?" He offers as he slogs over into the kitchen sipping at the steaming mug carefully, and pulling the towel off the top of his head to hang

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===============================================Grace O'Malley, Crew Commons [Greenleaf]===============================================The common area of the Grace O'Malley is cozier than one might expect from a ship of its nature. The entire area has been decorated in light, warm hues of gold, trimmed in green and set with furniture crafted from oak and tanned leather. The galley is a sizeable

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===============================================Lake Edge, Verbena===============================================With a dark sanded beach surrounding it, and stretching almost two miles long, and nine hundred feet in width, Hopelight lake is named for the abundant natural springs beneath its surface that deny any polution from reducing the clarity. Light reflects off of natural quartz formations

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