(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Firefly_RPG_Hope.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Hope Diamond, Scoundrel</span></span><br/>Plot points: 2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attributes:<br/>Mental D8<br/>Physical D6<br/>Social D10<br/><br/>Skills (Specialties):<br/>Craft D6<br/>Fly D6<br/>Focus D6<br/>Know D8 (Streetwise)<br/>Influence D10<br/>Notice D8<br/>Operate D6<br/>Perform D10 (Showmanship)<br/>Sneak D8<br/>Trick D12 (Fast Talk, Sleight of Hand)<br/><br/>Distinctions:<br/>Alluring D8<br/>Forked Tongue D8<br/>Things Don't Go Smooth D8<br/><br/>Signature Assets:<br/>Spartacus the Parrot D6<br/>Trick Playing Cards D6<br/></div></div><br/><br/>[Social/Notice roll (with forked tongue?) to see how legit this offer is, please.  And note that some of this is based entirely on Hope's own cynicism.]<br/><br/>Hope wasn't terribly impressed by the mark or the job, and by the time Mason finished her introduction Hope was glad she'd made some money while she could, because obviously this jaunt wasn't going to net the big take.  She absently ordered another chai - the first had been surprisingly well made - and played with her cards while she listened.  Milk run meant trouble; she started a row with a two of clubs on the table in front of her.  Nobody went out of their way to reassure you the job they wanted you to do wasn't risky unless it was.  And she wouldn't lie about it unless she thought the crew didn't know, and wouldn't put a real friend in danger - not that it surprised her to see old pals turn on one another when money came into play.  It would be interesting to see what sort of 'medical supplies' were delivered to the ship.<br/><br/>She munched the rest while Serena fleeced the woman then asked her about whoring and slaves.  She laughed silently as the companion airily offended Mason.  Having an apprentice sex toy on board could be interesting, though.  Hope would keep her eye out for a prospect to deliver into Serena's hands - for a small commission.  Etienne sounded intriguing as well.  She could move a laser pistol pretty easily.  As for money and class, all it meant was Mason didn't have have enough of either.<br/><br/>Hope focused on the important part, though, asking because Clay was clearly too infatuated with his leather faced old flame to even consider haggling.  "A long run, then, to some pissant world with no likely employment waiting."  She danced the three of clubs along her fingers, then dropped it next to the two.  "No payment until delivery.  We'd be out a lot of creds for fuel, time and supplies if your person doesn't show."  She shuffled the cards, seemingly drawing one at random, and dropped the four into place.   "And what materials are we talking about, here, and how much?  That needs time and shipping as well, and we won't get anywhere near market value without an established buyer."  She set the deck down, then reached up to flip a lock of Michal's hair aside and pull out the five in an amusingly cliched trick, tossing the card next to the rest.  "I really appreciate the chai, but unless there's something we're not seeing about this job..." she shifted the five slightly to the side on the table, revealing the six hidden beneath it.  "...it's not really worth our time.  We've already been wired two jobs for short hops and hard cash."<br/><br/>[Negotiation with Social/Influence/Forked Tongue/Trick Cards]