<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>,<em>Potential Pilot </em><br/>2519, Present Day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Open, Astrid, Stranger.<br/>Location - Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10555544#msg10555544">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 02-10-2014, 04:08:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sidney's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM Post</span><br/>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Sidney<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img538/845/Az0Jt8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img837/8563/xi8i.jpg)</div>The redhead blinked back the light, and looked around the docks. Sidney seemed willing to introduce himself, so she took her time in talking with him as well. Her expression was curious and just a little hopeful. "So you're the pilot. I should've guessed, but the world is full of surprises, isn't it? <br/><br/>I saw on the cortex earlier today that you were advertising for crew. I'm travelling through these parts," a smile very slightly touched on her lips, "and I'm hoping to find work as a cook on a ship like this one. They'd be among the best meals you've ever tasted and I know how to keep a ship clean. Would you know if such a role might be available? If your Captain is here, perhaps I could speak wth him myself?"<br/><br/>She looked over the ship, walking over closer to it in the hope that might be possible. It was when she noticed the image of the redhead painted on the hull, and an amused smile played over her lips. Samson always did have a sense of humour.<br/><br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sydney didn't quite know how to take the comment about him obviously being the pilot. But decided that there were more trouble in the 'verse than getting upset at an off hand comment. "Why I do try to keep my high society and good breeding in check..." he said with a sniff, trying to parody some of the hoity-toity stuffy shirt types he'd met. "..I'm just new on the crew fer now." he said with a slight shrug "kinda on probation, so to speak"<br/>Sydney looked at her as she mentioned that she noticed the crew wanted posting. He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned being a cook. A good cook was invaluable on a ship. Especially if it were a long trip. And SYdney hadn't experienced a good cook in a<em>long</em>time. In fact the last "cook" he had, had trouble boiling eggs. "While I'm sure you'd be welcome. The Cap'n aint here right now. He's out sortin some business out down town.'  Sydney looked at his watch noticing that it'd been a few hours since the captain had left. "He left orders sayin, not no-one's allowed on board whilst he's gone. Besides, he should be back soon. Didn't seem the like to want to spend too long in fancy company. "