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Post by Argon on Apr 14, 2015 9:14:10 GMT -5
"I'll be back in a few hours" Argon called out as he walked down the corridor and towards the ship exit. It seemed some of the others might have already ventured out. No matter, he was sure they would wait for him before setting off, and he might find something valuable or perhaps even useful while he was out. It might do to get some extra communication equipment in case they had to separate again in the future.
"I'll see if I can find some radios" Argon said to himself absentmindedly as he walked toward the exit hatch. To his surprise, everyone was standing near the bottom of the exit ramp. He knew he had dawdled checking his surroundings but he didn't think it had been that long.
"Hello again, long time no see" He said to his crewmates, trying to be jovial. "I was just off to fetch a few small necessities."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 14, 2015 14:14:39 GMT -5
Silas looked up, testing the zipper of her high-collared vest (she has a certain style, what can you say?). "You're not going anywhere on your own, not until this is wrapped up," she said dryly, staring at Argon with an equally dry expression. The last thing she was going to do was let the Aether wander off after just getting out of his handcuffs. "I'd rather get all this said and done sooner rather than later. Once we're done schmoozing we can burn sky until we see lines."
While she may have never admitted it, Tychus was one of Silas' least favorite industrial worlds. Too many jobs had gone sour for her here. Maybe not in New Constantine, but neighboring cities and spaceports had proven to be very unfriendly to the gunslinger. Plenty of bad luck, as far as she was concerned.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 16, 2015 16:22:42 GMT -5
"What sorta necessities?" Cate asked, curiously. Her medication was quick acting enough and she seemed largely comfortable to be standing sans cane. Of course quick-acting also meant quick fading and the young woman shared Silas' desire to leave the dirtball behind.
"I'm sure we can all grab 'em on the way. Or you know. On another world. Far away. After a few days travelin' nice an' right up in space. I wanna finish this an' get outta here. I can't stand bein' cooped up on the ground like this so long."
"An' my baby." The pilot wailed, a dramatic gesture toward the ship accompanying the outburst. "I miss her! Let's just call up that contact person or whatever an' get this done."
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 17, 2015 1:51:35 GMT -5
"I'd much prefer keeping moving myself - as a group." He emphasizes that, eyeing argon like an escaped convict. Which he is.
He looks at Cate. "Did Soline give us any directions, or a name, or anything?" His hands twitch at his coat pockets idly, eventually pulling out a multi-tool. He plays with it while he talks, apparently completely oblivious to doing so. It's got a small axehead, a knife, a set of wire cutters, three different sized bottle openers, a corkscrew, a flash-welder, and a spoon.
"Sooner we get this done, sooner I can get your engines purring."
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Post by Argon on Apr 17, 2015 23:31:24 GMT -5
"Well, for starters, Soline doesn't seem to have placed any undergarments in my cuffs, and I doubt there is any food fit for an Aether already stocked on your ship, unless transporting my people is a hobby of yours. If you must come along, so be it, but I assure you it will be excessively boring." If they did follow him, Argon was sure it would indeed be boring. No fancy trinkets, nothing valuable to pawn off should he need to go his own way... Still, he did need the basic necessities he mentioned.
"In any case, I don't need much. We passed a few shops on the way to the hanger where I can get what I need. If it's truly a rush, I can be back in 20 minutes, but I imagine the repairs will take longer than that considering the... state of the ship." Argon said and with a little hop he started to stroll towards the hanger exit. "Come along if you will!" He considered trying to lose them in the streets, but decided it would be better to play along. He didn't want to anger Soline after all. If they followed, he would behave.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 19, 2015 21:44:46 GMT -5
"We're not leaving in the ship until this job gets done, anyway," replied Silas, moving in to intercept Argon's path. "You can do your shopping after you've earned your place. So far I have little reason to trust you." She was very specific in saying I, and not we. "Unless it's absolutely necessary to getting this mission accomplished, we're not getting it until we've secured the trade, or favor, or whatever it is we're doing for this engine. Thing."
She scratched at her injured arm, her grump face on a big bright display for all to see.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 20, 2015 9:29:12 GMT -5
"Uh... I think there was a thing in the datapad message we got." Cate answered, patting at her own pockets. "Who had that again? I don't remember who ended up with it when we left." She looked over the other three, giving Argon a small shrug as she did.
"You'll get food when we eat while we're here, an' we'll get stocked up when the job's done. That's how it works. We're on Soline's time now an' you should know that we don't wanna waste that."
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Post by Argon on Apr 22, 2015 1:44:41 GMT -5
Argon stopped and looked around at the group, some light bubbling under his skin. "As far as the mission, I assure you that having something a little nicer to wear than these battered rags will go miles when we are meeting with important dignitaries, and in fact if we dressed a little more like a group and less like a band of misfits it will do a number of wonders for us. Appearance is everything when it comes to diplomacy, especially when dealing with Aether.
I know I was introduced to you in cuffs, but I am not your prisoner, we are working together on this. Were you planning to lock me in a cabinet with no sustenance then drag me out before the people we are going to meet and magically expect them to give you what you want because you have a pet Aether?" There was visible bubbling beneath his translucent skin and a reddish fringing near the top of his head.
"We're looking for a man called Jomuth. I don't know him myself but I have a place in mind where he will be known. And, luckily for us all, they happen to sell decent clothes at very modest prices. They fell off the back of a transport. I don't know if you've been here before..." Argon glanced at Si, who seemed to be quite tense when not on the ship. Bad memories here, or just general moodiness? "but I have friends here. Well, at least people who find me useful and a little amusing, and don't try to leave me naked when I'm not helping them." The bubbling had subsided, and now Argon was trying to lighten the mood a little. He was frustrated with his current situation, but it wouldn't be wise to make enemies of these people before they accomplished anything together. Once they saw his usefulness, they'd treat him with some decency. That's how it always worked, even with Soline.
"Also, the blonde has the datapad under his jacket. He put it there after we all had a chance to read it and you can still see the outline of one or two pads against the fabric. You asked if I was useful - I can protect our things as well as I can relieve others of theirs. That skill will be quite handy as we're on this planet, I assure you, as I'm not the only one who will notice valuable technology carelessly strewn about your persons. Now, shall we find Jomuth?"
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 23, 2015 3:13:07 GMT -5
Ash pulls out the datapad from his coat, extending it to Cate. "I've got it." He looks at Argon. "I'm of the same opinion as these two both, gasbag, so you'll get no help from me. We've got a job; you can do it without underthings to brown. Hell, once I had to spot weld thirteen meters of hull on with no shirt. That was a fun day."
He steps away from Cate once she has the datapad, putting his multi-tool back absent-mindedly.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 23, 2015 3:51:41 GMT -5
There was a pregnant silence from the gunslinger as she listened to Argon weave his explanation, an intricate tale of excuses and unnecessary requests. "We get it," she said at last, grimacing as she forced her arms into a crossed position. "You're not our prisoner, and as far as getting this done right goes, you're the expert." She paused for another moment, though not as long as before. "If you can't make a good impression in that," she started, gesturing to the Aether's . . . everything, "which looks perfectly fine to me," she added, "then we'll get you outfitted, but we're not trying on clothes. Find a suit or a feathered cap or something."
She shifted her gaze onto Cate, tilting her head to the side, then overextending the gesture and cracking her neck, then towards the other direction. Kr-krck, krck-krk! "Do we want to get fancy with him, or should we go on faith that this is going to work out? I'm not about to force you out if your comfy clothes. Are you sure you won't melt if you wear a dress?" She cracked a small grin.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 23, 2015 10:43:31 GMT -5
Cate listened to Argon air out his grievances before glancing down at herself, "...Ain't nothin' wrong with my clothes." She muttered, one hand moving to rub at a small stain on her hoodie.
Her other hand reached out for the offered datapad from Ash, though her attention was drawn over to Silas' comment. "Dresses are so..." She trailed off, waving her hand out as she searched for the word. "Proper." She settled on the word, wielding it like it was a bad thing to be. "Why'd we gotta go bein' diplomats here. It's ridiculous is what it is. Ain't ever been asked to do proper 'til the gasbag showed up."
Her attention finally lowered to the datapad, tapping at it as she continued muttering. "Well if Argon there wants to be such an expert why don't we let him lead. Easy to keep an eye on the head, right?" She glanced to Silas, "He says he's got an idea. Let's see what it is. If it's a waste o' time we still have the cuffs or whatever, right?"
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Post by Argon on Apr 23, 2015 12:57:20 GMT -5
"The sensible one, that is what you are" Argon said cheerily to Cate. "And the two of you are practical as ever. I think we can make this work. As I said, I know a place we can go to - an underground market. The whereabouts of anyone worth knowing can be learned there, and perhaps some going-ons as well. Though if the datapad has any other information we can check that as well." He looked at Cate, who was probing the datapad's contents.
"Best of all, the market has enough feathered caps for us all." He said with a cock of his head.
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 23, 2015 23:54:34 GMT -5
"I don't wear feathered caps. They get welded onto things too easily." Ash runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He looks at Cate, then Silas. "You two are in charge. You say he's up front, he's up front. You'll receive no objections from me. Complaints, sure. But no objections."
He crosses his arms, waiting to follow along. This isn't his area of expertise.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 23, 2015 23:58:04 GMT -5
"Lead on then, monsieur gas man," said Silas as she bowed, dipping low and holding her arm out to her side. "But let's not waste much time on getting fancy. The sooner we're off this rock, the sooner we're getting paid and onto finer jobs, jobs where seventy five percent of the crew aren't left useless." She imitated Ash's gesture, cringing as the gesture irritated something in her easily irritable flesh.
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Post by Argon on Apr 26, 2015 6:33:38 GMT -5
A bit uneasy but trying to display confidence, Argon walked out of the hanger and onto the streets. "We're going to your fairly typical underground market. It's not literally underground, but it is how you say... shady." Argon cocked his head to the side, hoping his attempt at humor might add some levity.
"Once we arrive, there are a few general merchants I've worked with before who know the general comings and goings of the area, and one of them will surely be able to tell us where to find our target and perhaps some useful information on what to do or not do when we meet him."
Almost as an afterthought, Argon added "Keep a close eye on your things and do your best to look grumpy, but not too eager for a fight. Too much in either direction and you're likely to find yourself on the wrong end of a club."
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