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Old 09-06-2010, 01:49 PM
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Hival takes another good look at the case, searching for antennas, trackers, anything of the sort. Even with his thoroughness and experience, Hival can't find anything of the sort. The case, it appears, is clean.
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Old 09-06-2010, 02:53 PM
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"Clean." It was all he typed out in response to Hu Li in regards to the case. He started to walk off, but he decided that it was best she be informed of what was still needed on the ship. A mad flurry of button pushing commenced, and then the not at all warm voice from his band droned out a list of parts. It was everything they didn't get already, plus a couple items he just then decided to add on, while mulling over the rough landing.

Hival then gave adequate time for response, to learn whether or not one of them would be going shopping, before tapping his next statement. "Changing. Suits. Going To. Town." Once he was dismissed, whether formally or casually, he went back to his room, and proceeded to get out one of his fancy suits to wear for the evening.

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Old 09-08-2010, 11:29 AM
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Hival's announcement he's going to put on a suit and head into town earns an eyebrow lifted in surprise from Hu Li. She'd expected if anyone chose to stay behind, it would be the mute mechanic. For a minute, she ponders whether she should make sure someone's left to guard the ship, but dismisses the idea with a shrug. Considering the state this firefly's in, not likely anyone will bother poking around.

"Relief to hear she's clean," she says. "Go get yourself all gussified and such and we'll see you there."

Once Hival leaves, she takes another long, hard look at the mysterious case, then picks it up and carries it over to the bulkhead. With a couple of kicks, the loose panel comes free, revealing a spot big enough to hold the thing. She stows it inside, then wrestles the panel back into place.

After taking a look and a sniff at her shirt, she decides it's time to change, peeling off the white one she's been wearing that's smeared with grease and grime and God knows what else and putting on a red tank in its place. Pulling her hair free, she pauses long enough to take a look in the mirror, studying her reflection, looking close into her own eyes.

"Chuan zung," she says with a shake of her head. "Damnedest thing that. Don't know I got it in me. Better off staying a neu lao chien. Ain't like there be a whole mess of choice layin' here at my feet." She picks up her synthetic leather jacket and slides it back on, only to have it almost immediately slip off one shoulder again, like it always seemed determined to do. "Shao gai," she tells herself with a final look in the mirror. "Don't go get all stupid-like. Don't go lei sh’un da yui dian shao like that damn fool Blackmon. Fly true and like to make something of this."

Slipping her pistol back into the holster on her thigh, she turns and walks out of her quarters, making her way back to the cargo ramp where she keys the comm again.

"Headin' out for the jo diang," she announces. "Anyone walks to walk with, come on down. Anyone comes later, lock her up on your way out." She'll wait a few minutes for any of the others, then start down the ramp.

It's a short walk to the saloon, though Hu Li keeps her eyes open and alert as she goes, scanning the spaceport for anything that looks like it might be a problem or an opportunity.

"Place like this, could be some of those unpleasant sorts might be of use to us findin' what else we need, just in case Tab's contact don't come through or carves us off a piece of trouble too big to swallow. Ain't sayin' no to nothin' right now, not till we got a ship can hold her breath in the Black."

With that, she pushes open the doors to the 8-Ball and walks inside, stopping for a minute just as she steps in, to get a look at the place and let those already inside get a look at her.
 
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Old 09-08-2010, 01:38 PM
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It took Deacon a little while to find just the right clothes. This was the first time he had been out in some time with all the work that the ship had needed. It was nice to have a break, and a break meant finding just the right thing to wear out. After several minutes of digging and tossing, Deacon finally came upon just the right thing. After a few minutes, he stood up and checked himself out in the mirror. “Ta Ma Duh, I look good.” A smile came across his face, white teeth sparking in the dim light of the cabin.

Walking out almost too late to meet the new captain, Deacon gave them all a minute to admire his work. A blue, faded ‘Fruity-Oaty Bar’ t-shirt was somewhat hidden under a green military-type blouse. The shirt was tucked into his green, brown, and red camo cargo pants, leaving his flashy miniature display belt buckle showing various horribly provocative statements in a rainbow of colors. The camo pants were baggily tucked into his black combat boots, and a black beanie topped it all off. Deacon was strutting like a fool with a big grin on his face. “So, we ready to go?”

It was mostly silent as they made their way to the 8-Ball. Wasn’t a long walk, but with everyone being more mindful of the new surroundings, it was hard to make much of a conversation. Deacon wasn’t worried too much about it though, he was just happy to be breathing fresh air again. A man can only breathe so much dry, recycled air before he’s longing for true atmo. Once at the bar, Hu Li’s little talk about looking for other options was answered with a smile and a goofy salut, “Aye, aye, cap’ain!” he proclaimed before rushing off into the 8-Ball.
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Old 09-08-2010, 02:25 PM
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Hival washed up and put on his best suit, shirt and shoes as quickly as he could. The ensemble cost him more than enough credits, and was somehow very flattering while being composed of three dark shades of gray. His only attempt at polychromatization was to wear a fancy, red necktie. Larger than the kind people would wear to formal weddings or awards ceremonies, but neccessary to cover the never-fully-healed burn mark on his throat. Rather than give himself time to wonder how many people on board had noticed it, he simply pocketed a few of his tools and a towel, made sure he had a few credits on him, and left his now more spacious room.

He left the ship with Hu Li, giving a gracious nod that she waited long enough for him to accompany her. Seconds after they exited, Hival found himself wanting to blurt out any number of things. He wanted to be able to have a genuine conversation, one that didn't involve repairs. But with no voice, and a damaged ship now parked behind him, he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. A simple communique would have to do before they made it into what passes for civilization. "Need. More parts. Will look for. Acquaintances."

Hival gave another nod and let Hu Li, and any other member of the crew, walk ahead of him. He mulled about the street outside the 8-Ball for a bit, so that they didn't enter at the same time. He didn't want to interfere with whatever she had planned.

And then he just about bumped into her as he entered the establishment. He gave a slight nod and bow in apology, walked off without giving any hint of recognizing her, and just made his way through the place. He didn't go to the bar, but rather went looking around for whatever version this bar had of what they would've called a jukebox on Earth That Was.
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Old 09-08-2010, 08:16 PM
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Devon is awake enough by the time Hu Li and the crew are finished dressing for town. Sniffing slightly, eyes slightly unfocused and half closed with sleep, Devon licks his lips. Something

"Why's everyone dressed up like cake? Did someone die while I wasn't lookin'?"
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Old 09-09-2010, 04:12 AM
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Wandering through town ahead of all the others Tab made her way to the 8-ball. A seedy backwater tavern like any other catering both to the salt and the scum of the earth. The woman made her way in and sat down at the bar. Smiling at the bartender she ordered.

One Blue Sun Yummy Happytime Cola, please.

Not waiting for an answer Tabitha spun around on the barstool to inspect the patrons in detail.
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Old 09-10-2010, 08:13 PM
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Declerq is a small town, made up of little more than the flat, dirt-packed land that makes up the miniature spaceport and the warehouses and grain silos. The few non-shipping buildings that exists are lights in the falling dark. The train station, currently empty. The 8-Ball Tavern, its glowing sign standing out above the main street. And the warm, flickering lights of homes above shops. This alone makes it easy to locate the drinking establishment.

The interior of the bar isn't anything to brag about. It consists of a dark room with a long bar on the far side and a few ill-worn tables and chairs scattered about the floor. Three men, probably stevedores, sit over at the bar, drinking and chatting like regulars, all built like men who have no activity in their lives save heavy lifting. The bartender quickly notices the sudden influx of new customers and takes up a pad and pencil to take down orders. Over above one side of the bar, a pict-caster is playing some generic family comedy, probably on one of the state-run frequencies. As Tabitha order her drink, he quickly snatches one from a cooler under the bar, unhooks the top and sets it on a bar-knapkin, even though the wood looks like they never see any use. ”Evening miss, anything else I can do to help you or your friends?” he says, running a swarthy hand over his hair in an attempt to make it look orderly.
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Old 09-11-2010, 11:40 AM
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A little surprised to see the place so empty, Hu Li shrugs and walks over to the bar to join Tab. "Give me one of whatever folks are partial to drinking these parts," she says, sliding onto a bar stool and pulling a cigarette from the pack in her jacket pocket, snapping her fingers on her lighter to ignite it, taking a long drag, then turning to once more observe the bar through the blue-white cloud of smoke.
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Deacon was happy just to get out, so given that now seemed like a miniature vacation he was going to enjoy it. He walked up to the bar and addressed the bartender, “Let me get two beers, two sake, two whiskeys, and a double of brandy.” The bartender rushed around for a moment given the volume of the order. Most would think that Deacon was ordering for a few, but the man proudly took his tray of alcohol and went the sit at a dusty table himself with a smile on his face. He wasn’t going to be flying anywhere in the immediate future.
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Tab raised an eyebrow listening to Deacon order.

"Somebody's planning on waking up buck naked chained to a bed with a rubber chicken stuffed... hey can i get some nuts here please?" she changed subject abruptly, turning back to the bartender with a serene but distant smile.
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Hival could not find what he was looking for. He ordered nothing, and simply sat down in a chair by the unoccupied table that was nearest the heavy lifting trio. To any casual observer, Hival likely appeared as a man who was obviously waiting for someone, and not just the waitress.
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Tabitha Cooke

Taking a bowl of mixed nuts behind the bar by herself and lifting it so the bartender would see it Tab picked up the cola with her free hand and sat down next to Hival.

Not a big drinker, sweetie? she said, picking up several cashews and nibbling at them.
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Devon walks through the door. He's still wearing his coveralls, the arms slacked off his shoulders and tied around his waist. His shoulder rig and pistol are in no way hidden. Looking around he sees where everyone is, makes his way to the bar and orders a beer. Paying for the drink in cash he slides down the bar to Hu Li. Taking a drink he sets it down on the bar next to hers. Riffling through his pockets he pulls out a slender 100s cigarello. Placing it between his lips he fishes around in his pockets a little more. Coming out empty handed he gingerly slides Hu Li's cigarette from between her fingers, uses the end to light his own, then carefully re-inserts the cigarette to the exact spot he found it. Taking a long pull he allows the smoke to roll about his tongue, blowing it out gently. He taps the ash off into his drink before taking a second sip.

"So much for meeting new people."
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He thought about ignoring her, but immediately decided to use her question to his advantage, and casually tapped an answer. "Alcohol. Repairs. Do not. Mix." Hival then scratched his shoulder, and then looked to Tabitha, thinking she would respond.
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