<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Santiago, Samson<br/>Location - On Man's Ruin<br/><hr/><br/>"Regret doing what, not crashinnggg-?" One moment she feared their landing, the next Santiago was kissing her.<em>Oh gods, we're going to die,</em>she realised, not really thinking the most clearly as he pulled her on to his lap. He felt good, but she was trying not to notice.<em>You can't do that,</em>she thought at him real hard.<em>I get to decide if I want to climb on your lap!</em>but it wasn't lost on her that she was still kissing him. She was caught between outrage, outright fear at their possibly-impending demise, and the fact she kind of liked it. Goddamnit, she was going to kill him later. There was no way at all he was getting away with this, she decided, if she happened to survive. For reasons of the crash, and only that, she held on to him as the ship plummeted like a stone toward the runway. Everything shook as it collided with Bay 51, and they were practically deafened by screeching, grinding metal. For her part in things, she wasn't injured at all.<br/><br/>When their lips parted from the force of the collision, she looked him over to ensure he was alright, then punched him in the arm as punishment. The Captain's comment caused her to stare at him blankly, before he made his exit. "You don't just kiss a girl like that!" she said to Santiago. "Why did you?" Then she kissed him back, fast, and climbed off his lap, her expression a curious mix of 'what the hell just happened?', 'I'm alive' and 'you're tempting me, goddamnit'. She turned to look at the controls when she heard the Captain's voice over the comm. A few days to spend off ship and stretch her legs. That was something to look forward to, though being stranded on Persephone for the time being wasn't a good thing. The ship could cost a lot to fix.<br/><br/>"That was very bold," she said softly, her expression coy.. enough that he could tell she enjoyed it, before she stretched and decided it was time to go pack.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone</strong><br/>Tagging: All<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img822/157/dh1g.jpg)</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img853/812/feuu.jpg)</div>Once off the ship, Persephone was hot, dusty and crowded. In fact, Eavesdown didn't look so different to how it always did, with many folks from all over the galaxy gathered in one place. Most of them were passing through or killing time until they were off someplace else, but there were stalls selling food, passengers looking for ships and crew looking for passengers. What was apparent was that the patrols had been ramped up. These weren't purple-bellies, they wore the plain gear of the dockyard security, but you could pick them a mile off by the batons and sense of focus. They were keeping the peace and looking out for trouble.<br/><br/>The crowd thinned out a bit once Samson was past the docks, though he continued to draw a few cautious glances on account of his weapons. There were plenty of pubs here. The Last Stand was a more run-down saloon than The Silent Knife, which sat beside it. Knowing Persephone, it's name was probably less coincidental than it sounded. It wasn't hard to find someone to kill anybody you wanted dead, out this way. Money talked and some people would do anything for cold, hard cash. That including kill the owner of it.<br/><br/>It was morning on the planet and for that reason, it looked like he'd caught the pub at a quiet time. A few heads turned Samson's way when he entered through the door, but they soon went back to minding their own business. All but the bartender's, that is. An older man with a bushy moustache, he sat there polishing glasses with a rag that looked more likely to dirty them than clean them.<br/><br/>"What can I git ya?"