Current location:	Persephone: Eavesdown Docks
Current mood:	injured
Entry tags:	ashlyn, beckett, brandon, delilah, hase, hayley, hoshino, keres, matty, patrice, peeper, rulls, sujiko, tehani, yinn

Still escaping medbay, I see, Ash.

Eavesdown Docks - Persephone =>Persephone<=
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This lesser kept portion of Persephone's port city is home to legions of disenfranchised entrepeneurs, each tent or stall vying with the next in line. Vendors shout their own particular brand of advertisements or allow the pyres of smoke from their grills to do the advertising for them. Practitioners of every walk of life fill the dirt-covered roads, buying and selling goods of every imaginable value. There are cargo containers stacked in high hills throughout the area creating a set of walls for the outdoor market with exits and entrances to each of the landing platforms that circumnavigate the area outside of the Market. Eavesdown is not well kept, as is a common Spaceport, and the lack of tarmac proves a disruptive force whenever a ship engages its powerful engines: kicking up the red dirt of the port relentlessly. To the Northeast, a section between two landing platforms begins the road to the Spacer's District, where those who are less restricted to Eavesdown may find additional business options.
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Ashlyn
Ashlyn stands only about five foot one, and weighs just over a hundred pounds. She wears her thick brown hair loose with thin braids wrapped in colorful beaded twine that hang at odd intervals, giving her a slightly disheveled appearance. Her eyes are the dark blue of deep water, and stare off into the distance dreamily as if her mind is miles away. Her skin has the tanned and freckled look of someone who enjoys being out in the sun. Her hands have suffered from a lifetime of constant abuse. Tiny white scars cover her palms and burns adorn most of her fingers. Graphite, ink, and dyes trapped under her skin make accidental tattoos up to her elbows.

Ashlyn is wearing a dark green tee shirt sporting a stylized orange tiger rearing up on his hind legs on a background of dense jungle. At least at first glance, this shirt seems unstained by paint, glue, and oil like the majority of her wardrobe, but close inspection might reveal tiny spots of unintentional color hidden in the printed pattern. Her tan pants have several more pockets than would seem necessary to most people, but they all seem to be filled to capacity. A heavy brown leather tool belt hangs at her waist, burdened with the larger tools that wouldn't fit into her pockets. Her work boots are heavy and worn in, scuffed along the sides. A thin necklace made of woven black, brown, and tan leather cord and tied to a thick red glass bead at her collar hangs about her neck. She wears no other jewelry.

Beckett
Robin Beckett is hardly the most impressive person around. In fact, it's easy enough to overlook her. Short and slight, she stands maybe 5'4" in boots, and tends to slouch a little. Her skin is lightly tanned, suggesting a vaguely-mixed heritage that's further represented by her dark eyes and coal-black hair, which she wears conveniently short. In the wrong light, or from the wrong angle, it's easy enough to question her gender for a moment. Her hands are rough and calloused, bearing any number of minor cuts, bruises, burns, and scars, suggesting she does a lot of physical work. She's not one to hide her emotions; when she's happy or mad, she lets people know with her transparent moods.

She's dressed in comfortable clothes: dark brown pants with numerous pockets, and a long-sleeved brown shirt to match. Toss in scuffed dark boots, and there you go. Simple, functional, and comfortable. The ensemble certainly looks like it's been through a lot, what with the stains, frayed cuffs, and so on. Unsurprisingly, she often wears a belt with tools clipped to it, and her pockets are usually filled with assorted junk and bits of wire and the like. The overall effect is fairly drab and nondescript, which may just be intentional.

Brandon
The man looks to be in his mid-twenties. His brown hair is cut short, but loose around his head and is wild in a somewhat rakish manner. His green eyes flash brightly and belie intelligence and a certain craftiness. His features are hard from the life he's lead, but rather than detract from his appearance, this seems to enhance it. He holds himself upright and walks with a bit of a swagger most of the time. His confidence is clear.

His shoes are broken in, but not worn. They are a pair of black leather work boots. Atop these, are a pair of very dark grey slacks. His belt is of black leather like his boots. Occasionally, a holster has been known to hang from this belt with a pistol in it. Above all of this, he wears a white dress shirt. Over his shirt, he wears a vest of the same dark grey as his pants, but with small black pin-stripes. At the collar, he wears a black bow-tie. When it is cold or rainy, he sometimes wears a black duster over everything.

Delilah
Delilah looks very innocent, with red hair framing her face, and huge blue eyes with long lashes. Her face is covered with freckles, and her nose tilts up a tiny bit at the end.

She typically wears a light summer dress, which is easy to move around in, or throw an apron over in the kitchen. No matter what she's doing or where she is, the locket her father gave her is fastened around her neck.

Hase
He is about 6 feet tall and weighs about a good 180 to about 200 lbs of mass. He has wide shoulders and his body mass is that of and average sort of man. Seeming to move easily here and there and his walk is almost agile in nature. He has a firm set jaw, brown eyes and short black hair that he tends to keep trim. He has the facial hair but more like a day old stubble.

He is wearing a Jet black jumpsuit which is heavily padded and made specifically to provide extra protection against assorted ammunition. The stitching has been constructed and made to appear like they were authentic golden dragon scales. It fits well on his body tight and showing his bulkiness on his upper body as well as his lower. Finalizing this outfit is a pair of military style black boots, which seem to match well with the armor.

Hayley
The woman you see before you appears to be standing at around five foot nine inches. Her serious face is crowned by long, flowing, glossy blonde hair with darker undertones. Her eyebrows are also a darker blonde, usually furrowed in some sort of concentration leaving deep lines in her forehead. Her ears appear to stick out slightly from the side of her head and sometimes become red when she is embarrassed. Her eyes are of a steel grey and appear cold and hardened to the world around her. Her light pink lips are mostly pursed into a thin line.

She is wearing a long-sleeve black casual jacket without a collar. The bottom of the jacket narrows towards the waist and ends a few inches below that, over a fashionable knit top. The knit top is a bronze and grey interwoven material which gives a dull shine, and the neckline is gently scooped so it does not ride on her neck. The top is tucked into a pair of grey slacks cut to the modern style, which are secured at the top by a black belt with a silver clasp. The gentle hem of the pants fall evenly across the top of a dull polished pair of black shoes.

Hoshino Aoi
This young Asian woman is hardly intimidating at five foot three inches tall, and ninety five pounds. She is however a feminine, attractive woman. She could be considered tomboyish if her body didn't lend to such a feminine shape. This woman has a full head of dark brown hair, kept lighter will highlights. Her hair has plenty of volume to it, being full and almost fluffy-seeming, giving an air of being light and fluffy. Her hair is short in the front, parted to the right side of her head. Bangs are kept short, no more than brow length. Hair frames the side of her head, being cut off at chin level. However, except for that which frames her face, the rest is left longer, pushed to the back most often, it falls to shoulder length. Her skin is toned and vibrant, full of life. Slim brows, which are neatly plucked and very short highlighted lashes, help to accentuate dark eyes. Her nose is present and smooth, and seems to flow out from the middle of her face. Her lips are full and almost pouty, pink and well-formed. Her body is one of being almost lithe. Slim arms, a slender, enviable waist, and a full bosom. Her chest is large for someone of her stature, however it doesn't dominate her form, instead lending subtle curves to her femininity. Her hips widen her form significantly, giving her the classic hourglass form of the classic woman. Her thighs are wider than the rest of her form, her legs however are slim and slender.

Aoi wears a bikini style top, supporting her breasts and holding them in place. The white top begins at mid waist and rises to over her breasts. Wrapping around her back, it leaves her neckline open. wearing over this is a simple satiny shirt with long sleeves. The shirt can button up, however is left wide open. The length ends around mid-hip, being quite long of a shirt on her. Also wearing a white skirt, a pair of solid white cotton bikini cut panties are worn underneath, as the skirt doesn't quite offer the solidity of white that would be appropriate for some situations. The skirt falls three-quarters of the way down her thighs, before it ends.

Keres
This woman stands just under five and a half feet tall, her compact frame athletic and graceful with corded muscles dancing beneath moon-pale flesh. Clear, intelligent eyes rest below messy black hair, thick and untamed. Glossy-black lipstick covers her full lips, matching the dark mascara and eyeliner applied in small amounts to her face.

Her clothing is far from expensive; worn jeans with holes in the knees are tucked into black leather boots. The arms of her black sweater, too large for her short stature, extend well past her hands. Holes have been pushed through to allow her thumbs to stick out. An olive-drab jacket partially covers the well-worn black-leather holster (currently empty of visible weapons) comfortably resting upon her full hips. Black fingerless gloves displaying delicate hands with long fingers, their short nails painted glossy black.

Matty
This woman's dark hair that comes down to just over shoulder-length has been pulled back in a tight braid, held together with a simple length of leather cord. Her dark grey eyes are surrounding with crows feet and thick brows and sits under a lined forehead, showing her to be somewhere in her mid-thirties. Her skin is tanned enough that it's clear that she spends whatever time she can outside and her thick lips, while showing no signs of lip-stick, are a deep tone of red. She's about 181 centimeters tall, has a well-trained body and strong-looking muscles in both arms and legs. There's a faded scar on her right cheek just underneath her high cheekbones and beside her strong nose.

A simple outfit clothes this woman. Black cargopants with several pockets sit loosely around the legs, a tight-fitting charcoal gray t-shirt cling to the curves of her torso and over that is an old and worn black leather jacket. Wrapped around her neck is a dark red silk scarf of the kind worn by browncoats and perched on her head is a jackaroo-style cowboy hat. Her scuffed black combat boots are laced up tight with black cords and around her waist is a broad belt, carrying a couple of sidearms and a long knife, along with a couple of packs of ammunitions.

Patrice
Patrice is a lovely girl, her beauty maybe not up to a thousand ships but certainly thousands of credits. She's a little on the short end at 5' 2", her build athletic and lithe. Her Irish heritage comes through strong in her pale as cream skin, accented by a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The young girl's hair comes in shoulder length unruly waves of her natural strawberry blond, the color leaning more towards the copper berry tones than blond. The delicate arched brows over her ice blue eyes are a slightly more fiery red. Patrice's nose is pert and slightly upturned, just a tad too perfect to be natural. The lush lips below have a natural glossy pink tint though, showing perfect pearly whites when ever she smiles.

Patrice lives on her looks, and takes great care of herself. Every inch of her body is firm and toned, down to buns of steel and chiseled abs. But in total contrast to her athleticism she's got breasts, lending what otherwise might have been a slender figure a ripe lusciousness. Her freckles extend down to her body as well, gentle sprays of little dots across her shoulders and decolletage line. The dark little spots provide the only contrast to an otherwise flawless expanse of cream pale skin. When she speaks it's in a almost childishly high pitched voice, her enunciation clipped in the proper Londinium manner. But in times of stress and emotion she sometimes falls back into her thick rim world brogue of childhood.

Patrice doesn't usually care to show off her body. While on the one hand she knows she's wearing clothes, the flimsy spaghetti strap top and tightly fitted jeans don't make her feel too much like it. Her hair's falling loose across her shoulders, rich copper waves bouncing with her every move. Around her neck is a thin band of white patent leather, a single small pearl set in a silver pendant in it's middle.

Her top is as light and airy as her choker. It's in the baby-doll style, very thin straps holding up the tight fitting chest portion. Her shoulders and upper back are bare, and a deep cleft in the front of her top showcases the soft curvature of her breasts. But below that it billows out loosely, all the more so for being split up the back all the way up to her shoulders. All over the front glittering sequins have been sewn on in bright floral patterns and colors. Those gaudy sequins sparkle along the legs and seat of her jeans as well, a matching swirl of color starting at her knee and ending in blossoms across her buttocks. The blue jeans emphasize the slender and pleasing shape of her legs, and those flowers mold to her rear when she does anything other than stand still.

Peeper
She stands all of 5 and half feet tall, with a thin frame that features long, lean limbs. Her skin is fair, with a scattering of freckles. Hazel eyes sit above a pert nose, framed by a slightly unkempt mass of chestnut hair that's almost always pulled back in a ponytail. Just as often, a few stray hairs seem to obsessively annoy her left eye, dangling just on the edge of her vision. She doesn't wear much makeup, and she isn't compulsively in shape. She's young, and willowy, and thin by nature. A slightly gangly girl burgeoning into womanhood.

She wears a gray sweatshirt, with a hood that she can pull tight to shield her from the world. The word "Infiniti" is written in black block letters down the right sleeve. She also wears a pair of olive cargo pants, with pockets all over the place, nad a pair of well-worn workboots.

Rulls
Blonde hair, blue eyes. If your gaze stops there, it will be hard to see the rest of this young man. Youth even, as he can't be older than fifteen. The aforementioned mop of unruly blonde hair hangs to shoulder length, bangs over his forehead shaped and held in check by old aviation style goggles. The rest of his face is unremarkable save for the jaw line. It is well defined, looking cultured and somewhat fragile. He stands at average height for his age.

Dressed for style and comfort, the teen has traded his usual space faring outfit for something at the same time less and more recognisable. From the bottom to the top, his feet first are encased in comfortable white and red sneakers. Flowing lightly over these are a pair of black cargo slacks, looking slightly baggy on the young man. His torso is adorned in a soft and obviously warm white woolen sweater. This sweater is rather distinct, in that it features a red cross on both sleeves and the mention 'EMT' across the shoulders at the back.

Sujiko Tokari
A tallish guy, not especially well built, but by no means scrawny. His posture is straight and confident, a sort of determined look in his eyes. His jet black hair is trimmed short, not much longer than a buzz cut. His dark brown eyes are a sharp contrast against his paleish skin, and express a thoughtful gaze. His face's shape seems to express an asian decent of some kind, though not for many generations, and certainly not in his accent.

Fit loosely to his torso is a navy blue polo shirt with a breast pocket occupied by his PDA. It's a loose fit, though he seems to fill it well. The shirt is tucked into a pair of tan courduroys, which are held up by a black belt with a gold buckle (though the chances of it being actual gold are very slim). The pants aren't really 'large', but they are baggy, and fall at least partway over his mildly worn sneakers.

Tehani
A young slim woman of Chinese descent with glossy jetblack hair that has been tied back into a ponytail and falls down her back to hip-length. Her eyes are almond-shaped but of a startling midnight blue and almost always look serious. Her soft lips don't seem to laugh often either. She is wearing tight black trousers with flat-soled sneakers and a tight-fitting black shirt that shows off her lean well-trained body. The dark appearance is softened by a wine-red silk shawl wrapped around her shoulders and a brown leather backpack she's carrying.

Yinn
The woman before you stands at an average 5'8", although she moves with an assuredness that suggests a strength lurking throughout her long limbs. The features of her face are defined angles including high, upswept cheekbones and thin, arched brows that curve over the dark, turmulant eyes of a dark midnight green hue. Lips of dark cherry are typically held in a slight smirk, advertising an air of constant tension that her prowling movements only amplify. The silky black hair rests loose around her face in wide, loose curls that fall to brush her hips, framed by two small braids on either side, small metallic threads of silver woven into the plaits.

**At the moment, the under part of her right eye, right cheekbone, and nose are tinted by brilliant shades of purple, green and yellow, as well as slightly swollen. Her upper lip is split on the right side, about two or three days old.**

She wears somewhat worn black bdu pants that fit snugly in all the right places and flare above the worn to comfortable black combat boots. A simple grey wife beater tank top covers the top half of her form, allowing the toned stomach to be seen, as well as the faint swell of golden tanned cleavage visible. She also wears armguards of black leather that encompass elbow to wrist, laced tightly, holding a dull sheen that show years of use and care. A scar is visible crossing the front of the right side of her rib cage, a harsh and jagged six inch welt, and a number of other minute scars pattern the visible areas of her body.

A worn and somewhat ragged bag is slung over her left shoulder, hung loose and ready to drop at a moment's notice. A bolt thrower is attached to a leather tie and draped around shoulder and chest, dropped usually to hang behind her right hip. A basic combat dagger is sheathed on the left side of her waist, horizontally along the belt, and a comm earpiece is visible clipped over her left ear.

Hoshino moves into the docks, standing with her hands on her hips at a random spot about mid-way through it. "Well, if I were the rough-and-tumble type, I wonder where I might find a ship. Seems everyone wants to be on a ship these days. From what I remember, it was nothing but recycled air and a whole lot of cold metal. Then again, I guess it's more the comeraderie of the fellows you travel with more than anything. Oh, curse my good fortune with the companion's guild." She takes a moment to raise her hands up, streching out her arms. "Well, what's a girl to do these days, with her time off?"

Its mid-morning. A small line/crowd has gathered around Patrice and her delicious cooking. Among them are Keres, hase and Brandon.

Yinn steps down off the ramp of the Dark Dragon into the flow of the space port, readjusting the bolt thrower and katana more snugly into place across her chest as she does, dark emerald eyes idly moving among the crowd attentively. Her hands fell to her sides, thumbs hooking languidly through belt loops, fingers drumming against the curve of her hips caught in the pants.


Poor Hase, all he really wanted was to get something to eat and buy a cuty a meal. He was close, very close and he could almost taste the meat already, he licks his lips as he see's them piled up nicely. So when Patrice seems to turn on him and touch his armor and bat her eyes, he was not prepared. His jaw literily drops and looks at Patrice and blinks several times. " I..am..yeah..boss.yeah captain..no boss..yeah boss got it." he gulps and blinks, trying , and trying so hard to stop the possible drooling that may be on it's way to his lips, it could be the smell or even Patrice.

Ashlyn kicks a large ratty looking throw pillow out from the cargo bay of the Chaos Theory to the top of the hatch and slowly sinks down against the side of the wall against it with a groan. She reaches back behind her and finds her remote controlled car and joystick, obviously intent on recreating yesterday's havoc as she scans the crowd. The little car is more a bundle of cicuit boards and wires held together with electrical tape on four wheels. She tests the joystick to see if the batteries are still charged before setting it on the ramp and aiming it at one of the children who she'd been chasing with it the day before.

Yinn tests her Spot against a 100 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-25).
Yinn tests her Spot against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (6).

Keres chuckles softly under her breath as she watches Hase's brain disengage the blood flow from 'Normal' to 'Teenaged Lust' mode. She reaches out with slender fingers to grab a couple sticks of teriyaki sticks, bringing one to glossly black lips for a nibble. "So you buy and sell armor? What other wares do you offer Miss...." She trails off, an open invitation for a name to be offered. As the Chaos Theory's cargo bay door opens, the woman turns her gaze that way, sweeping over the little car and its owner with an arched eyebrow. A bit of meat is eaten, lips licked. "Know anyone hiring security?" she asks of both Patrice and the flustered Hase.

Sujiko makes his way toward the Chaos Theory from the crowd gathered by the vendors. "'ey mei-mei," he greets as he hops onto the ramp, pausing to watch the car zip past him. He turns back with a smirk. "Goin' hunt'n?" he asks, reaching the top of the ramp and sitting himself down on the deck plating. "How ya' feelin'? Any better? Tenson' doin' a good job doin'..." he pauses. "Whate'r he does t' fix ya' up shiny?" All sorts of questions all at once.

It doesn't take long for Yinn to find the familiar form of the armor-clad Hase, and, as luck would have it, she caught sight of him just in time to watch the man apparently lose the power of speech... One brow raised slightly, curiosity causing her to alter her steps a bit more directly towards him, head tilting to get a better view of his area. As she near, her gaze finds Patrice as well, causing a small flash of understanding to dance across Yinn's face. It all seemed so clear now. Yinn glanced to the woman beside Keres, looking her over briefly before letting her eyes turn around the port once more, apparently intent on putting herself in the line by Patrice.

Patrice reaches for Hase a second time, taking his hand and tugging him a little closer. "So you're going to be nice and tell me where you got it? It makes you look so Handsome you know..." She puts the plate he paid for in his hands, then holds it steady there by curling her delicate fingers over his. She gives Keres a small bob of her head, indicating the last few skewers of meat she finished. They're hers to take, and Pattie whispers as much to her when she comes near enough. The petite redhead is grilling meat that smells heavenly and selling it on a stick. Come on! Meat on a stick! What's not to love? "I'm a merchant for the Phoenix. My name's Patrice, and I sell guns, armor, and anything else I can. And since I just opened the shop I do need guards..."

The remote controlled car shoots down the ramp and breezes past the kid's toes. The boy lets out a giggling shriek and takes off running, the car in hot pursuit. Ashlyn responds to her captain without looking up from her work. Some people in the docks don't need much of an excuse to start a fight, and tripping over a remote controlled car is likely to be a good enough excuse. "`Lo," she says tiredly. "Yeah, I feel a'ight. Just kinda sick an' sleepy most the time."

Hase is definitely out of his element. He can usualy handle women that throw themselves on him easily enough when he is fully awake and not hungry and of course with alcohol in him. Though now he is definitely un awares and the slight touch on his hand by Patrice simply makes him smile and nods towards Patrice, for some odd reason he is definitely not aware of his sorrounding at the moment. His eyes looking at Patrices and even down at her cleavage and he knows he is doing it and is not hiding the fact he is doing it. The plate in his handswit hthe meat is definitely something to think about but at the moment..nope. " Yeah, well boss got it, special...uhmm..we..hmm. I am not sure."

"Hmmm. I'll find you later when the rush for your meat has calmed. I'm in need of a few sidearms, amunition and leads on potential employers." Keres levels her gaze at Patrice and offers a wink. "I'd rather find work with a boat. Besides, wouldn't want to be mixing business with pleasure." She considers the flopping and twitching Hase for a moment and shrugs, deciding to let him hang a little more in the wind. A kiss is blown to Hase, another wink offered to Patrice, and her black boots carry her back to the employment bulletin board where she begins scrolling through various jobs while chewing thoughtfully on her teriyaki.

Sujiko gives a sort of sideways frown to Ashlyn. He watches the car blankly for a few moments, less interested in watching it run over the toes of the kids it's chasing, and seeming more interested in his own thoughts. "'m sorry ya' got shot," he says, looking back at her. "I mean... dunno' what I coulda' done.." he pauses. Of course, he knows full well it wasn't his fault, but that doesn't seem to be much help to him.

Matty exits the Chaos Theory, hands rummaging in her pockets for a moment, then comes out with a cigarette package. She frowns and shakes her head, then stuffs it back in the pocket and fishes out a pack of gum from another pocket. Better. Healthier, anyway. She removes a stick, unwraps it and puts in it her mouth as she stands at the top of the ramp, eyes scanning the docks. Finally, her eyes fall on Ashlyn and she gives a light shake of her head. "Still escaping medbay, I see, Ash."

Patrice nods in understanding to Hase, even if his babbling is particularly disjointed. "Ahhh... A custom job. I see. Well who ever made it did a wonderful job. You're very lucky." She gives him a gentle pat on the cheek and with that she's done with him. On the next customer in line. She gives Yinn a happy smile and nod of recognition as she enters the line, and starts grilling more yakitori in preperation for her order. She's a little sad to see Keres go, but at least she'll be seen again. "Hi Yinn! I'm charging now I'm afraid. Dollar each or a credit gets you a plate." Patties set up a make shift Yakitori stand to one side of the docks, and the smell is wafting everywhere to spread deliciousness.

Ashlyn smiles. "Ah, it weren't yer fault," she says to Sujiko. "An' I don't feel all that awful. It don't hurt much `less I'm movin.' I just feel like I got a bad flu from the antibiotics." The car zips through the crowd, circling past the running kid and then blasting off away from him when he turns to chase it, the little red flag pinned to it's antenna bouncing merrily and it bounds over the rough surface of the docks. Ashlyn grins sheepishly up at Matty. "Sorry, Matty," she says, quickly looking back down to make sure the car doesn't spin out of control. "You want I should head back?"

Delilah comes running out of the cargo bay, somehow perfectly balancing a tray with a teapot, two cups and two spoons on it during her mad dash. "Hi, everybody!" she calls out in her ever happy way. "Ashlyn, I found that mint tea you asked for last night, so I made you some and I went to the medbay to give it to you but you were't there so -" she cuts herself off when she realizes Matty is standing right there. "- so I figured you were in the bathroom and I yelled out for you to meet me out here cuz I thought you could use a bit of fresh air! I know you asked her to stay inside, Matty, but really, who could resist a day like today?" She grins the most innocent grin she can possibly conjure, and gestures with the try. "Tea?"

"Says th' pot t' the kettle," Sujiko retorts on Ashlyn's behalf, looking back and up to Matty with a wry grin. "You ain't done no better a job at stayin' there when you's laid up, an' you ain't none the worse for wear," he points out, turning back to watch the car zip around. "Tea?" he repeats as Delilah bounds through the cargo bay, going on about this that and the other thing. He grins. "'s a nice day," he agrees. "Better'n in the winter."

Yinn takes in the cluster of people filter down off the Chaos Theory briefly before turning her gaze back towards Patrice and Hase, a small hint of a smile still teasing at the corner of her unbruised lips. "I'll take a credit's worth," She replies without hesitation to the petite woman. "How's it hangin' Hase?" She asks, her glance flickering to him before focusing back again on Patrice. "Looks like you're doin' good." She says, long fingers tucking into her front pocket to pull a credit chit out.

For several moments the woman merely snacks on her meal while scrolling through the various want ads. Her coffee, long cold, is sipped with a scowl each time. Her hand unconsciously slides down to the empty holster slung against her hip as if seeking a long lost friend. A friend no longer there. She sighs, catching herself in the act after a bit and forcing the errant hand under her arm. Keres lifts her gaze from the job boards and scans the ships docked nearby, eyeing each one with obvious envy. At length she'll simply wander to a plastic crate and plop down cross-legged to watch and wait for a call from a potential employer.

"No, just.. Be careful, a'right?" Matty says and comes to sit next to the engineer at the top of the ramp. She glances sideways at Ashlyn, down to her side, then back to her face. "Don't reckon I have to tell you, but a wound in the side 's gonna take time to heal, coz of all the muscles you use in that area...." She stops lecturing and looks back over her shoulder at Delilah and grins crookedly at the new chef. "I did. But she didn' listen, did she?" She glances at Sujiko and sticks out her tongue at him, then looks back at Delilah with a slight shake of her head. "I prefer coffee, actually, but thanks all the same."

Ashlyn tilts her head a little toward the sound of Delilah's voice, but her eyes don't leave the car. "Ya don't need ta take the fall fer me, Delilah," she says with a grin. "But thank's fer the thought. An' fer the tea." The little car breaks off the chase and zips up the ramp back to Ashlyn's side so she can concentrate on reaching out to take the tea. The kid she'd been chasing stands looking around in confusion at the toys vanishing act.

Hase after a while seems to snap out of it and notices that kere has left and that Yinn is right there as well and Patrice has moved on. He blinks and then smells the plat in hand and smiles. Taking one of them in hand and starts to eat instantly and then looks to Yinn. " It'sf a goo' *chews* it'as still there and unused fer *chews8 the moment." then looks about the place, watching as people come out of the Chaos.

"Well, I jus' didn't want you ta get in trouble for wantin' fresh air," Delilah says sheepishly. She bends down and sets the tray on the floor in Ashlyn's clear reach. Glancing over at Sujiko, she straightens up and stands by his side, looking out at the bustle of the ships. "Hiya, Cap'n! What're we doin' today?"

Patrice smiles at Yinn and fixes her a plate. Though she doesn't give it over till a credit is in her hand. "Have you had anyone look at your eye yet? I mean... I'm no doctor or anything but that looks like it hurts..." Her pale eyes linger on that cruel mark, though the seriousness escapes and is replaced with giggles as Hase talks with his mouth full. And manages to sound more civilized for it.
Book has connected.

Yinn does pull out said credit, handing it over to Patrice in exchange for the plate of teriyaki-d chicken kabobs whose deliscious smell drifted through the market. "Aye, I did. And it does." She says with a shrug. "But it'll be fine in another day or two." She replies. "So, decided to bring the business to the people?" She asks, a small snort given at Hase's response.

Sujiko shrugs to Delilah from his spot seated on the deck plating of the top of the Theory's ramp. "Whate'r we feel like?" he proposes with a wry grin, taking some tea himself (provided there's enough for everyone, of course). His attention wanders over toward the employment board where he spots Keres, but it's just for a moment. "Dunno actually," he ammends. "But I don' wanna' hang 'round in one place fer too long." He glances toward Delilah, noting that she probably doesn't know why. "Long story," he says to her simply.

Even though seated with crew and friends, Matty continues scanning the crowd, pausing for a moment at each vendor along the Docks, at people lounging around on crate - perhaps giving extra attention to those - and people passing by. She glances over at Sujiko as he speaks and gives him a nod of agreement. "We ought ta stock up on ammo 'fore we go anywhere," she notes and continues watching the crowd with an attentive expression.

Ashlyn just hates being stuck in one place, no matter where it is. Well, that is unless... She looks around as if expecting to see someone in the crowd, though with a totally different expression than Matty. "Ya, know, Bish said the Grace was grounded fer repairs, an' now he's wanderin' about Persephone. We ain't maybe got room fer him on board do we? Maybe just fer a little while or somethin'? I mean, ain't seen the pilots in some while..."

There's a certain look that comes over Keres face as she sits alone watching the crew of the Chaos Theory as they interact with one another. Its the look of an outsider peeking in from the cold. A war of emotions rages across her features until a black-nailed fist slams down hard on the plastic. She grumbles, seeming angry with herself and hops off the crate. A deep breath is taken as if to steel her nerves and she...simply walks up to the folks gathered at the Theory's ramp. "Mornin'. You good folks hiring?" Her eyes scan the faces there as a hand slides down unconsciously to the empty gun holster at her side.
Yinn pays Patrice 1 credit.

Patrice nods to Yinn and pauses to chat with her. "Sure did. Aside from this one creepy guy that sleeps in the shooting range the store doesn't draw near so many folks as this place does. I figured I'd try and make myself familiar, you know? Make it worth walking the extra blocks to quench a persons ammunition and general supplies needs." She holds up the single credit Yinn just gave her, "Plus this doesn't hurt a bit!"

"Had a lotta ships like that come by Lilac," she agrees, nodding. "Jus' stopped long enough ta get themselves and the ship patched up, an' off they'd go again. They always said they was born t'be in the Black, but..." at this she leans in and whispers as if sharing a confidence, "...I think they jus' needed some women." Delilah giggles out loud, a genuine-sounding laugh, and stretches her arms behind her back. "Say, Cap'n you think there'd be any places 'round here that'd sell sheet music? Kinda wanted to check if I could find some old Earth-that-was songs that I ain't already got." As she waits for a reply, the new woman walks up, asking if they're hiring. Delilah calls out, "Hi, I'm Delilah!" completely unaware if there's a protocol for somethin' like this.

"I'd imagine not." Yinn says towards the reference of the credit. "'S a good plan, I think." She adds, her gaze drifting around the port again idly, balancing the plate carefully and pulling off one of the sticks, tearing off a small chunk of meat and tucking it in her mouth. "Just 's good 's yesterday." She says agreeably.

Ashlyn looks up at Keres as she lifts the mug of tea to her lips, looking tired and a little ill as she leans against the overstuffed throw pillow at the top of the hatch. She smiles and waves with her free hand, looking to Sujiko and Matty to take charge of the conversation. She's feeling well enough to meet new people today, just not well enough to be instantly sociable.

Matty gives a glance over at Ashlyn as she asks about Bishop. Unable to stop herself, she glances over at Sujiko and swallows a lump. "Uh..." she starts, then notices movement out of the corner of her eye and shifts her weight as Keres approaches. Even if the woman has an empty gunholster, it's obvious that she makes Matty a little nervous. Her eyes narrow at the way the woman reaches for the missing gun and she tilts her head a little. "Maybe. Do I need t' ask what sort o' work yer lookin' fer?"

Hase has definitely been very quiet and who can blame him as he is definitely left alone with a plate full od meat to eat. So all the while he has been eating and listening and taking in the view of the woman and the ships. yes women first and ships next though close, real close of a choice. " Hey lass (speaking to patrice) you got somethign to drink there, I am plain out of coffee." as he simply has eaten most of the plate given to him.

Sujiko hrms quietly. "I dunno, but they must have it somewheres 'round Persephone," he reasons to Delilah before looking back up at Keres. "'eya there," he says with a wave, frowning a little as he spots her hand creeping toward her holster, even if it is empty. "Might be," he says ambiguously, glancing toward Matty and providing a nod in agreement. Ash gets a momentary frown, but that's a conversation for a later date, so he looks back at Keres again, waiting for her response.

Patrice blushes lightly across her freckled cheeks, beaming at Yinn and then looking down at her feet when Hase asks for something to drink. "Thank you very much Yinn. It means a lot to me when people tell me I'm good at something for a change." Her flush of pride shifts to one of embarrassment when she turns to Hase though, "I'm sorry, but I don't. I didn't think to bring anything to drink..." She'd just hoped the smell of her yakitori would be enough....

Various responses to her presence yet all are met with a curt nod and tight smile from her full, glossy-black lips. That errant hand is noticed and shoved into a pocket. Old habit evidently. Her eyes wander between Matty and Sujiko, identifying them as the decesion makers. "Name's Keres. I handle...trouble. Looking to sign on with a boat as security." Those eyes slide away from the people present to take in the ship, following its lines and curves. Her face softens and for a moment theres the ghost of a facinated little girl there. Only a moment. Realitiy crashes back into her as her gaze returns to the crew. "Be glad to sign on for a short run to see if we all click." She looks to Sujiko then and adds, "IF you're hiring."

Yinn drops the skewer back on the plate, licking her fingers clean and then reaches into her backpack, digging around for a minute before coming out with a bottle of water she extends out towards Hase. "Help yourself." She says, before picking up the skewer again. "I try to mak a habit o'being truthful." She says, letting her body lean back against a nearby crate, one leg crossing loosely over the other as she settles.

Matty gets up in a fluent motion, feet shifting under her body, then her knees flex and she's standing at her full height, her hands settling on the weapons at her hips. Not much different from what Keres is doing, in fact. She gives a look out over the woman's head, checking the crowd behind, in case this one is just a distraction, then gives a glance at Sujiko, letting a shrug roll over her shoulder, then whispers something to him.
Matty whispers to Sujiko.

Ashlyn gives Matty and Sujiko a curious look over why they're giving her such curious looks, but drops the subject when they do. She just sits quietly where she is, or lays quietly more rather, listening to the discussion and slowly drinking her tea.

Sujiko nods slowly to Keres, looking toward Matty and seeming to agree with whatever she said. "Well," he says, looking back to the potential new crewmember. "Tha's her department," he says, tipping his head in the direction of his XO. "Ye'll have t' talk with her 'bout it, but if'n ya' don't got too much on yer record what's gonna' come back t' bite us later, I don' see no problem with it," he says with a shrug. "Or, if'n ya' do, so long's we know 'bout it so it ain't no surprise when it does."

Delilah raises her eyebrows in excitement, and turns to Suji. "She's gonna be crew?" She turns back to Keres and makes to hug her. "Oh, I'm so excited! Are you allergic to anything?"

"Nothin to write home ab..." Her reply is interrupted by Delilah's outburst and attempted huggery. A half-step backwards is taken before the affection captures her. A pained look crosses her face. "I'm, errr. No." Those eyes shift to Matty, almost pleading for her to challenge her to a duel as a test. Or to shoot her. Or both.

Lights flicker on the Boudica as its reactor comes online.

"HOLD IT!" Matty yells at Delilah, stepping forward to try and intercept the woman's hug, holding out an arm to stop her, then gives her a withering /look/ with a pair of cool eyes. "We really need ta have a talk about this huggin' of yers." She gives a glance over at Keres and lifts a brow, then the corner of her mouth just a fraction. "So.. Why don't we start with yer full name, yer ident and then you can tell me 'bout yer skills?" She takes out her PDA and holds it out to Keres, indicating the slot that she can swipe her ident through.

Patrice heads through the exit labeled Spacers District onto Spacers District - Persephone.
Patrice has left.

Sujiko remains quiet for the time being as he lets Matty handle the hiring process. He stands up as well, but it doesn't appear to be for any purpose beyond the fact that he usually feels awkward sitting when others are standing. Slowly, he meanders around, working his way around the conversation until he's standing near Ash. For what purpose.. well, there doesn't seem to be any, as he just stands there and leans against the wall of the hatchway.

Delilah's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes sad and remorseful. "Oh, are ya hurt? I hugged Ash afore and caught her sore spot, too. We have tea iff'n it'll make ya -" Stopping at Matty's outburst, she bites her bottom lip *hard* and looks down at her feet, her voice trembling with the effort to hold back tears. "I'm sorry, Matty. I jus'...I just wanted ta make her feel welcome, is all."

Flames spurt intermittently from the lift rockets of the Boudica ...
The wind suddenly picks up as the Boudica fires its lift rockets and begins its climb upward.
The Boudica disappears in the sky above as it continues its climb into orbit.

Ashlyn frowns and braces her hand against the wall as she heaves herself to her feet with a groan. "Already told ya," she says as she catches her breath from the effort. "Didn't hurt me none when ya ambushed me with that hug. Just surprised me is all. Don't get hugged a whole lot `less a course I'm back at my parents'." She looks like she may want to say something more to console her when Delilah looks like she might cry, but isn't sure what.

The stony face Keres allowed to slip in breaks as Delilah's lip begins to tremble and a tenative hand pats her shoulder ackwardly. "Its alright. Just wasn't expecting that." The hand lifts to scratch behind her head for a minute and she adds, "Got any strong coffee?" The bone's tossed out there, the best she can do for the moment before turning her full attention to Matty. "Rifles and handguns, full and single shot. Armed and unarmed, both traditional and untraditional. Security systems. Cannon and Missle gunnery. I've got references too if ya need them."

The hatch on one of the larger ships on the docks opens and with a hydraulic hiss lowers to the ground. The hatch on the refitted cargo liner is unlocked and Rulls greets the daylight and fresh air. Ambling down the ramp, the young man heads for the umbilical that connects the ship to docking facilities.

Still keeping the PDA out for Keres to swipe her card, Matty turns to Delilah and tilt her head a little, her eyes flashing something between concern and anger. "You keep huggin' strangers round these parts, Delilah, yer likely t' get stabbed sooner or later. I'm jus' warnin' you to be a little more careful, a'right?" she says, then turns back to Keres to pay attention to her, waving the PDA a bit as no ident has made its appearance. "Well, we ain't got no cannons on the Theory, but we might have a free bunk fer someone who can handle a weapon..." She pauses, looking like she's just tasted something awful. "You know how to follow orders?"

Beckett emerges from the Dragon, wandering lazily down the ramp and taking a moment at the bottom to peer at all the folks already assembled. "Christ. It's like a clown car exploded. Or just the 'Theory. Hey, folks."

Sujiko perks up a little at that last bit. "Security systems?" he asks. "Like that sort o' thing?" he adds, pointing at a small box bolted firmly in the upper corner of the Theory's hatchway as his face works its way into a slight grin. His grin broadens at Matty's last comment, and he even chuckles a little to himself, but he doesn't add anything to it. It's an important point, after all.

Ashlyn turns her head at the familiar voice. "Robin!" she says, though weather or not her tired voice carries over the distance is questionable. Ashlyn looks rather worn as she leans against the wall where the cargo bay meets the loading ramp. She seems to realize that she's not particularly loud today and raises her arm a little stiffly in greeting.

Peeper slips into eavesdown with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her cap is pulled low, down to her eyebrows almost. She watches people move past warily, most often moving her own self to avoid the hustle and bustle. She moves to the rows of ships, past the vendors, and begins to examine each in turn. Her eyes drawn to conversations taking place near each ship almost like a moth to the flame.

Yinn is settled on a crate off to the side of the space port, a plate of teriyaki-glazed-bits-on-a-stick set next to her. Her legs were crossed beneath her, elbows resting easily on her knees, long fingers tearing small bits off one said stick held in her hand and tucking them occasionally into the uninjured side of her mouth. She was watching the port with her dark forest green gaze with only a mild amount of interest, though her head shifted towards the Dragon as the mechanic traipsed down.

Perking up hopefully at the mention of a desire for coffee, Delilah nods enthusiastically. "Oh, I have coffee! Do ya want some sugar, or cream with it? It's fresh, too, I jus' made it afore I came out!" When Matty replies to her, she almost cowers, and nods silently, as if in apology. She moves over to Ashlyn's side, bending down to pick up the tray and whispering to Ashlyn while she's down there.
Delilah whispers: She doesn't like me very much, does she?

Ashlyn whispers something back to Delilah, a quirk of a smile playing on her lips.
You whisper, "Sure she likes ya just fine. I were terrified a her first few weeks on board." to Delilah.

Keres tests her Security_systems against a 40 difficulty. The result is successful (6).

Beckett catches the motion, and waves towards Ashlyn, cheerfully, "Hey, Ash!" she calls. She has no trouble projecting her voice to carry, as any regular around these parts has learned to their chagrin. She glances around some more, taking better stock of who's present, available, and harassable, and finally spots Yinn, who immediately becomes her new destination, wandering in that direction.

Rulls disconnects the water hose from the Guan-yin and drags it back to the docking station. A small trickle of water escapes the intake before drying up. Confident that the tank is yet again full, the owner of the ship decides to start to mingle in the gathered crowds, certain that his designation as a medic will keep him from coming to any serious harm.

A hand reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and retreives an ident card, which is promptly passed over to the waiting Matty. "I can follow orders or work independently if need be. Whatever the boss needs." Her attention is focued on the box Sujiko points out, squinting as she give it consideration. "Without knowing more, I'd assume its the forward compartment IDS. Probably set for infra, ultra and motion. Doubt its rigged for sound detection in such a noisy section of the hull." Her eyebrow arches to Sujiko for verification.

Yinn's eyes follow the call of Beckett's name as well, taking a moment to survey the cluster of people gathering at the ramp of the Chaos Theory, studying them for a moment. However, her gaze soon drew back towards the mechanic, a half smile given her way, scooping up the plate beside her and offering the kebobs out towards Robin as she approaches. "Heya." She says around a mouthful of chicken. Yeah, reallll talkative, this one.

Matty gives a glance over at Beckett as she disembarks the Dragon and gives her a nod, then turns back to Keres, more or less ignoring Delilah's enthusiasm. She watches the woman carefully, then takes the offered card and swipes it before handing it back. She punches a couple of buttons and scans through the text for a few quiet minutes (she's a slow reader!), then gives a nod. "Alright. Looks fairly clean..." she says, then pauses and tilts her head as she looks over the full name again.
Looking over at Keres, she lifts her brows. ".................................................."

Almost as an afterthought, Keres replies soflty to Delilah. "Black is fine hun."

Beckett beams at Yinn, and takes one of the kebobs. "You're so smart," she declares. "If you hadn't shared, I was gonna help myself to one anyway. Mmm, meat onna stick. One of the most awesome inventions ever." She leans against the crate Yinn's sitting on, making herself at home.

Tehani enters the docks and walks around with an expression that first looks like expectation, then puzzlement and finally despair. And so she keeps walking and looking.

Sujiko gives an impressed nod to Matty. "Not bad," he says approvingly. "Actually does do sound though. They got noise filtering down t' a science nowadays," he says. "Ain't perfect, but it'd take a right lot t' get by it I'll tell you what." He shoves his hands in his pockets and props a foot up against the wall he's leaning against.

Keres's eyebrow arches and she nods. "..............................................................." Her gaze shifts back to Sukiko then...
"Very nice. I'm no expect. Just know enough to be dangerous." She offers a smile and a wink. "What sort of work can I expect if you take me on as crew?"

Yinn tests her Listen against a 50 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-31).

Ashlyn sighs an lets herself slide back down the wall, standing for so long being a little too hard on her at the present time it seems. Not as anyone's going to have an issue with the person with a gunshot wound sitting (alright, so she's pretty much lying down again, but anyone who complains can just shove off) wile everyone else is standing. She continues listening silently for the most part.

"Don't hear that one often." Yinn says with dry amusement in response to Beckett's first comment. She pauses mid-tear of a chunk, and shifted slightly, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a worn bandana and holding it out towards Beckett. "You got a little..." She lets the sentence trail off, motioning to Beckett's jawline. "Yeah, figure it's gotta be a good invention 'siderin' it's been 'round since like... " She shrugs. "Forever."

Delilah laughs in response to Ashlyn's whisper, and stands up with the serving tray. "Ya want anythin' else? Ain't had no food but that bit'o soup yesterday." She turns to Keres and nods with a quick smile, then makes her way inside, assuming Ashlyn will call out if she has a request.

Rulls returns to the ship with several bags full of vegetables and fruits. Quite the shopping spree... Makes one wonder what the Goddess' kitchen is like.
Tehani gives up her fruitless search and ventures shyly towards the group. "Have you seen the Boudica Ship?"

Matty gives a quiet nod, the look in her eyes guarded, though a slight smile curls at the corner of her mouth. She glances over at Sujiko and stuffs her PDA back in her pocket, pursing her lips a little. "Well, just the general brawny stuff. Shoot the bullets, take the bullets. That sort of stuff," she says and ambles over to Sujiko to lean in on him to whisper.

Matty whispers to Sujiko.

"Whatever me'n Matty tell ya'," Sujiko answers wryly. "Mostly jus' keepin' watch now'n then, hangin' out, an' bein' an extra gun when we need it," he says. "'cept bein' crew here's bein' part o' the family. The Theory might not be nothin' pretty t' look at, but she's home an' jus' as much a part o' the family's any o' the crew," he explains. It might be he sounds like a hippy for it, but it's no secret the captain's quite fond of his ship. He pauses and listens to Matty, offering her a quiet nod with nothing more to say than that. "So welcome aboard I 'spose."

Beckett blinks at Yinn and the bandanna, and takes it to eip at her face. "Hrmph, thanks. But yeah, you're smart enough to anticipate my demands and appease me. This puts you above and beyond most folks," she declares. "So what's goin' on? I miss anything good?" She takes an indelicate bite from her kebob.

Tough girls all have a soft spot. Evidently the notion of 'family' is this tough girl's. Her eyes close briefly as her face ticks a little. A deep breath is taken and she nods with a lopsided grin. "I can take a few bullets. Or dish em out. Glad to be aboard." Her hand reaches back to the backpack over her shoulder. "This is all I got. You got guns and ammo for me or do I need to go huntin?"
Peeper pauses to dig something from the corner of her eyes, blinking over and over to make sure it's really gone. Closer to the crowds than she generally cares to be, she waves to Tehani. The only face she's recognized in a good while now.

Tehani looks quite relieved when she spots Peeper, also the only face she knows here. She moves over to her. "Hello... Pepper, wasn't it? Have you seen the Boudica Ship? They gone...", she explains, pointing vaguely at the ships (and the meaningful empty space between them).

Yinn drops the plate back on the crate between them, tearing another chunk off herself. "Learned a long time ago it's real hard to be cranky-like when you're full up on food. 'Specially when it's good food." She says, watching the scene at the base of the Chaos Theory for a pause before moving on. "Think it was 'round here yesterday." Yinn calls towards Tehani before shrugging to Beckett. "Didn't miss much o' nothin', actually." She replies. "Been pretty gorram quiet."

Matty stuffs her hands into her pockets and shifts her weight from one leg to the other as she studies Keres some more. "We've got some shotguns 'n a couple of non-leathals. But if you prefer a sidearm, I'm sure we can fix you up with that..." She pauses and gives a look over at Sujiko, then back to Keres. "That sound okay?" she asks, then lifts her eyes to scan the crowd again, watching for watchers, perhaps.

Peeper shakes her head and frowns,"I'm sorry," she offers quietly,"I haven't seen any ship by that name all day." She may want to say more, but doesn't really seem to know what. So s he just stands awkwardly, shifting her weight and the back pack on her shoulder.

Tehani catches Yinn's remark and then Peeper's and puts them together. "They left without me.", she realizes and tears begin to fill her eyes, "They just go... and Johnny go with them... All alone here..." She looks completely lost.

Beckett tests her Spot against a 60 difficulty. The result is successful (11).

Rulls happens to pass by the scene, when the Boudica is mentioned. "You looking for Charley's ship?"

Beckett nods to Yinn. "Yeah, offerings of food and beer always do mellow me somethin'. I see it's the same old same, here. People comin' and goin' and hirin' and lost." She takes a look at Tehani, brow furrowing. "Aw, hell," she states, "she's gonna cry. I can't stand cryin' chicks, they make me wanna help them, and you know I ain't the helpin' kind."

Peeper widens her eyes and starts to fidget nervously. She reaches out, but withdraws her hand just as fast. "Um, they'll come back? I mean, i got left 2 or 3 times. They never noticed me is all, I'm sure they'll be back."

"I'll take a look at your inventory, see what you have aboard and then make some recommendations. We can talk pay and whatnot later. Want to show me my quarters so I can stow my gear?" She takes a few hesitant steps up the ramp, a grin plastered onto her face.

"Charley Wong Ship, yes.", Tehani confirms and swallows hard, trying -not- to cry in front of all these people. "They gone, Johnny gone... I have no idea what to do...", she informs Peeper in a very wobbly voice and sniffs.

Peeper finally pat pats the girls' back and says,"Well, I told you before, I'm a wiz on the Cortex. I'll send a wave to a few of their favcorite stops and let them know you were left back. They'll send an swer, I'm sure, ok?"

Rulls gives Tehani a smile. "C'mon then. Any friend of Charley's is a friend of mine. We'll see if we can't get a hold of them and in the meantime I'm offering you the hospitality of the Guan-yin. Whaddya say?"

"Yeah, same old." Yinn says, a flicker of a cringe sliding over her face before her expression drops back into it's typical neutral state, though half-lidded eyes did slide back over towards Tehani again, a small tic appearing on her jawline for a moment if anyone was looking close enough. "Well, I sure as hell ain't no guardian angel." She grumbles. A long pause, and then a near silent sigh of relief as a handful of others cluster around and offer their support to the youngster.

"Thank you, that is very nice.", Tehani smiles at Peeper, "Tell Johnny I miss him... and that I..." She looks at Rulls and then back at Peeper, "I will stay on Guan-Yin."
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