Current location:	Persephone: Eavesdown Docks
Current mood:	mischievous
Entry tags:	ashlyn, bishop

Just know everytime I say it, I mean it... and stop stealing my lines.
IC Time: September 02, 2518

===========[Eavesdown Docks]==================[Eavesdown - 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 anything that manages to
remain still long enough with a film of grime.

Single voices vie to be heard over the cacophany of crowds from across the
'Verse, and are lost altogether amongst the grind of machinery and roaring of
engines. Exotic scents mingle with that of the unwashed and sweaty, while
there's an undercurrent of less easily defined odors in the air. Unless you're
looking for clean and shiny, there's a little something for everyone to be
found here on Eavesdown's docks.
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Ashlyn
Standing only five foot one and barely clearing a hundred pounds, Ashlyn sketches a rather unintimidating figure. She looks barely out of her teens and could be no older than her very early twenties. Round blue eyes the color of deep water gaze out from a heart-shaped face with the deeply tanned and freckled tint of someone who loves the sun. Her hands have suffered from a lifetime of constant abuse, and one looking closely might see fine white scars and old burns on her fingers and palms. Graphite, ink, and dyes trapped beneath her skin make impromptu tattoos up to her elbows. Another, less innocent looking scar adorns the right side of her face, a pale crescent moon neatly bisecting her eyebrow.

Her thick brown hair, only a few shades darker than her tanned skin, falls midway down her back, shot through with fine braids wrapped in colorful twine and hung with glass and plastic beads that click softly when she moves her head. Another, somewhat thicker, braid falls over her left shoulder, also wrapped through with string and beads. These haphazard decorations give her hair an overall slightly disheveled look.

A light pink shirt with a dragonfly emblazoned across the front, the Chinese symbol 'fly' screened below it's outstretched wings, fits snugly beneath Ashlyn's white-trimmed blue hooded jacket. The shirt ends just at her navel, revealing a two inch band of paler skin and a round white scar in her left side. Highly stylized angel's wings are printed on the back of her jacket, partially obscured by the white faux fur lining the jacket's hood. Black cargo pants with pockets and loops running down both legs all the way to the cuffs fall over worn brown boots with heavy treads. A cloth belt is secured about her waist, and a tan holster hangs about her hips. 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, and two rings adorn her left ring finger, one a simple gold band, the other gold and rose and set with a black diamond.

Bishop
The man you are looking at has rather simplistic features save for a few. The first of which is the oddish purple highlights in his mussed up hair. Blue eyes look out upon the world from an otherwise relatively unnoteworthy face. Small dimples hint at the corners of his mouths and a scruff of a beard or lack of shaving align his jaw.

Currently, he is dressed in rather casual looking clothing. First is the shirt that he is wearing. A sleeveless shirt that looks more like it should be an undershirt. White in color it looks relatively clean although a bit well worn. This is not the sole article of clothing he wears however. Over this shirt is another shirt, button up down the front of it which is left unbuttoned. Dark Blue as it's primary color, silver and off-white lines turn the shirt into a plaid design that looks very casual. The shirt is a bit to big for the man to be wearing. It is short sleeved and worn loosely about him causing it to flow with movement. Silver buttons make their way up the shirt and a couple of chest pockets are present but look unused. Upon his legs are a pair of khaki pants of a loose cargo fit hang.

The docks are as busy as they always are, crowded with dockworkers, merchants, and locals, and dotted through with stands selling food of not entirely identifiable origin, and shops selling various cheap wares. Ashlyn adjusts the strap of her bag as she edges through the crowds deeper into the docks. Pulling herself up onto a low crate that sits stoically amidst the rush like a stone in a river, she holds up her hand to shade her eyes. Not far off is the very familiar shape of a firefly, shining dully in the late afternoon sun. A grin spreads across Ashlyn's features. "I do believe that's home up ahead," she says.

Jason, lugging around the baggage that is with them, pauses and tilts his head then frowns a bit, "Are you sure? I mean... I'm sort of concerned about the fact we had to get 'er moved here and someone else flew 'er and what not.."

"I'd know her blindfolded," Ashlyn says, turning back to Bishop, still smiling. She hops down off the crate with a soft 'oof!' and hurries back over to him, taking up her place beside him. "But if it ain't I s'pose we can turn `round an' go right back on vacation again," she ads.

"Hmm, iunno if we want to go on any more vacation. Where did we go again, I don't particularly remember seeing too many sights." Bishop comments before coughing softly and starting to walk towards the ship.

"Well that was kinda the point," Ashlyn says, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek, trying to do it at the same time as moving forward. "Lets go see if the ship's still in one piece, bein' as I know Suji, Lu, an' Del are such troublemakers what without our supervision." Her eyes sparkle a little as she says it, and she giggles slightly.

"Lead the way Captain." Bishop responds still grinning. It's still technically the honeymoon, he can grin. "And if any of our stuff is covered with foam, we're getting revenge.. vicious revenge."

"An' if it ain't, that means that /we/ should cover /their/ stuff in foam," Ashlyn laughs, reaching out to catch his hand in hers. She looks up as they approach the firefly, her eyes casting over the familliar painted compass on the side. "Yep. There's my baby," she notes, sounding very satisfied. She reaches out with her other hand to pat the ship's side, her bag slipping slightly down her arm. "You miss us?" she asks the Compass with a smile.

"Engineers." Bishop comments dryly with still that grin on his lips before patting the ship himself as he moves to board it.

Ashlyn smirks at Bishop as he moves past her, then hurries after him up the ramp, stopping short just as her toes reach the threshold, nearly stumbling over it from the momentum before catching herself. "Waitwaitwait," she says, throwing her arms out first to catch her balance then to keep Bishop from passing her into the ship. "First step onta the ship since we got married." She drops her bag, giving it a little toss so it skids lightly inside then turns to Bishop and holds out her arms so he can pick her up for the obligatory carrying over the threshold.

"You have got to be kidding me." Bishop responds with a shake of his head. Sighing, all good naturedly, he tosses his bags into the ship and moves to pick up Ashlyn. Taking two steps, getting the last one over the threshold, he starts to teeter on the verge of toppling over.

Ashlyn giggles as Bishop picks her up and trows her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. And all is going well until he stumbles. "I ain't /that/ heavy!" she gasps, her arms around him tightening. But she's still giggling even in the face of impending doom.


"You're not that heavy, but I am that weak!" Bishop responds, twirling, thudding his back against a wall and finally setting her down. "There, see? I'm manly ... or something. Sort of."

"You're not that heavy, but I am that weak!" Bishop responds, twirling, thudding his back against a wall and finally setting her down. "There, see? I'm manly ... or something. Sort of."

Ashlyn laughs as she gets her feet under her. "Well, I love ya anyways," she says, lifting up on her toes again to kiss Bishop lightly on the nose, her hands on the bulkhead to either side of him so she can lean forward without losing her balance. "I mean that, too."

Jason pauses and tilts his head, "You remember the first time I told you that?" He asks biting his lower lip as the memories of that time come back to him. "And when I followed it up with that I mean that too?"

Ashlyn nods, still not moving from where she is up on her toes. "I `member both times. The first time, I fell down," she states. She smiles. "I remember every time ya said it, Boa Bai. I always will." She leans close to kiss him again, this time on the lips unless she's stopped.

Oh he stops her.. wait, no he doesn't. But after he kisses her, Jason speaks softly, "Just know every time I say it, I mean it... and stop stealing my lines... because otherwise how am I going to make you fall down each time?"

Ashlyn rests her forehead against his, looking up into his eyes for a moment. "I know that," she says with a smile that can be heard in her voice. "Well, we just got back from a tropical vacation, we're back home, you know what would make this evenin' entirely perfect?" she asks, her grin turning mischievous.

"Short sheeting Lucinda's bed and replacing all of Delilah's personal effects with toothpaste?" Bishop asks in his most innocent tone.

Ashlyn's eyes light up. "Yes!" she says. "An' puttin' garlic powder in the coffee filter! This is why I love you! I bet we can do it b'fore anyone realizes we're back!"

Reaching out to take Ashlyn's hand, Bishop nods, "Let's stash our stuff quickly then go pull the pranks... then we'll act like we just got back and make a big hoopla so they don't suspect us and we turn them on each other." Then, he laughs... evilly.

Ashlyn practically drags Bishop with her as she snags her bag off the floor, laughing somewhat less evilly than him. "What are we gonna do ta Suji, though? It has ta be good! We didn't get him at /all/ in the last prank war!"

"I'm not sure, what do you think he is deserving of?" Bishop asks tilting his head with a smile.

Ashlyn considers as she tries to bound up the stairs, but seeing as she's still anchored to Bishop's hand, that venture fails entirely and she's forced to continue at a reasonable kind of pace. "Lets put his tools in jello molds!" she suggests excitedly. "A dif'rnt flavor fer every one."

"Do we have enough jello?" He asks, pausing and looking at the door, "Cause I can run out and get some if I need to."

Ashlyn stops to think for a moment. "No, real jello won't do. That would take too long ta set. We'll have ta use instant gelatin an' food colorin'. An' throw in some fruit wedges fer effect. Tell ya what, We stash our stuff under the bed, an' you pick up the gelatin an' fruit, while I fill Delilah's room with toothpaste."

Bishop pauses halfway up the stairs, listens, then nods, "Alright. I'll hurry back... ready? Break." Giggling, yes, he giggled, he turns and makes his way back down the stairs to raid the nearest market area.

Ashlyn is giggling, too, as she scoops up their stuff and, laughing the whole time, races to their cabin. Yep. It's good to be home.