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Post by Cate Baxter on May 14, 2014 18:09:26 GMT -5
"So we just sit tight in the hangar an' wait to here from the Finch-lady? Ain't exactly the most proactive plan I've heard." Cate turned a grinning face across the way to Finn. "Hey, why don't you go an' give her a ring? Been a bit since she ducked out. Maybe we can hear what was so important she was willin' to just ignore Anders. She did leave you in charge an' all. 'Captain' Finnigan." She ended with a tease.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on May 15, 2014 15:16:51 GMT -5
Finn turned his head to Cate, giving her a dead pan stare for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Fine, I will... bu' knock off th' Captain stuff!" he said, pointing at the pilot with a fry threateningly. He then popped the curly delight in his mouth and swallowed, before working his way out of the booth and heading for the nearest payphone to call up the captain.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on May 18, 2014 3:21:00 GMT -5
Silas shrugged calmly as everyone replied in turn. "All right, all right, we're sitting tight until Finch prods us. I'm not happy to hear that, but you won't hear me kicking and screaming . . . " She seemed less than thrilled to have to remain on Ferrum, but then again, Silas seemed to always dislike coming to the planet, though she never once opted to remain aboard the ship if it sat so poorly with her.
"Dom and I might be able to string up some nice cargo runs. Fill the bird up and fly her a straight line from here to Fu-Sang." She paused to look over her shoulder, staring at the passing twins for a moment before looking back at the crew sans Finn.
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Post by Dominica Garza on May 19, 2014 11:25:36 GMT -5
Dom nodded and swallowed her mouthful of food. "I know some people." She swiped her curly fry in ketchup. "Not the most reputable but they always pay."
She peers around Silas to Finn in the booth. "Hey, tell Cap to hurry it up!" She then munched on her fry and turned back to the others. "I'm happy with anythin as long as it's not alive. Ever ship a load of cattle? The smell will drive you crazy."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on May 19, 2014 15:52:44 GMT -5
Finn walked back to the booth, rolling his shoulder a bit. He took his seat again, then began to finish off his meal, speaking between bites.
"Alrigh', Finch says she's go' a big, urgen' job for us. An' tha' she'll mee' us on the Paragon once we're done 'ere." he says, wolfing his burger down.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on May 20, 2014 0:25:15 GMT -5
Keani gets the second portion of meatloaf served to her, slathering it with a generous helping of ketchup. "Fu-Sang? Really?" she asks, digging into the extended meal. "What kinds of cargo you think we'd be taking on for now?" She quickly finishes off the plate before starting on the remains of the second helping of fries.
She looks to Finn once the engy returns to the booth, nibbling on a waffle fry. "Did she say what the job was? It doesn't much matter to me, long as it's on the level."
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Post by Cate Baxter on May 20, 2014 21:10:50 GMT -5
Cate groans, sinking back in her seat. "Big and urgent? That's just Finch's way of saying it's gonna be a lot of work. Is the pay at least worth it? Whatever it is... I was lookin' forward to some restin' after that last job too."
Her mood did a rather rapid 180 as the slice of cake arrived, chocolate with vanilla frosting. "I mean when else can I get to enjoy a dessert like this? Not like we have anythin' like it on the ship."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on May 21, 2014 1:53:22 GMT -5
Silas perked a brow at Finn's return, head tilting and everything as he sat down. "She could have, you know, called one of us something, so we wouldn't have to worry or wonder," she grumbled, her mask cracking and showing the sour mood beneath bit by impatient bit. "But . . . I guess it's better than nothing," she shrugged.
"If it keeps our pockets padded, there's no real reason to complain about things being a little tough. Besides, not like we ask you to do much heavy liftin'," joked the Narid enthusiast, flashing Cate a quick grin.
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Post by Dominica Garza on May 22, 2014 1:18:51 GMT -5
Dom shrugged and pushed her now-empty plate aside. "Yeah, it seems like I do most of the heavy liftin. But I don't mind as long as the money keeps on comin." She looks over at Finn "She didn't say anythin else? No clues or nothin?"
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on May 23, 2014 4:48:52 GMT -5
Finn shook his head as he popped the last fry into his mouth, swallowing and licking he last trace of ketchup from his lips.
" Ya'll know 'ow she is. She'd wait until 'alf the Paragon was vented to let us know there was a problem if she fel' it was need t'know."
He then looked up and lifted a hand, trying to flag the waitress down. "If'n there aren't any objections, I'll settle up an' cover this meal till we ge' the las' jobs pay all sorted?"
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on May 24, 2014 8:00:03 GMT -5
"None here, Finn. But you sure you don't want us to chip in anything? I'd feel bad leaving you in a lurch like that." Keani finishes off what remains of her fries, dabbing her finger in the remnants of the ketchup on the plate. She licks her fingers clean before grabbing a napkin, wiping her hands and tossing it onto the plate. "I guess while we're waiting for the new job, that gives us the important question. What now?"
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Post by Cate Baxter on May 24, 2014 10:53:44 GMT -5
Cate shook her head as she polished off her cake slice. "Ain't gonna here any complaint from me if you wanna play the gentleman type Finn." Pushing the plate away, Cate leaned back in her seat. "I'm sure the Finch-lady's got her reasons for her quiet. Usually does. I guess this means we're all headin' back to the Paragon then? Ain't nothin' like a good half-day o' shore-leave, now is there?"
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on May 24, 2014 12:23:00 GMT -5
Silas swiveled in her chair once. "I really hope we're being sent somewhere cold now. Hot cocoa sounds wonderful . . . " She gave a little pause, glancing towards one of the large windows to look outside at the hustle and bustle of Ferrum's skywalks.
"Yeah, heading back to the ship sounds good to me." She swiveled one last time before hopping to her feet, both hands coming up to slick her hair back and make sure her collar was properly popped. She was the first to stand by the door, her impatience clear as day.
Silas is not happy today.
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Post by The Tired God on May 24, 2014 12:27:21 GMT -5
The waitress--one of them at least--swung by shortly, holding a single stub as the check. "Heard you folks were gettin' ready to skedaddle, so I thought I'd drop this off here. If you need anything else, you just let me know, mm?" Her eyes lingered on Finn, then his lips, then she gave him a sly wink.
She waited until she had a card to swipe before going off to charge the group, returning in short time with it and the total stub, with a line for a tip and someone's signature.
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Post by Dominica Garza on May 25, 2014 13:42:16 GMT -5
"Thanks Finn, you're such a gentleman." Dom pushed back from the table with a smile and stood up. "I'm going to grab a few quick supplies on the way back to the ship but I shouldn't be behind you more than a few minutes." She gave her lips a little lick as she remembers passing a vending machine that sold those new spicy chips the net was buzzing about.
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