Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)
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				Title: <strong>Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 23:24:24</strong>
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				<strong>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone ~ 26th April, 2519 (the next evening, around 6.30pm)</strong><br><br>Man's Ruin sat on the tarmac of Eavesdown Docks. She looked in much better shape than she had just a day before. Aaron had come through with his supplies and most of the new ceramic plates and steel bars he'd got had already replaced the broken shards and twisted supports on the outer hull. As Astrid had discovered, the main engine was running, but grinding and spluttering in ways an engine shouldn't. It had to be a problem with the compression coil or damage to wiring connecting its housing to the relay panel. The crash had obviously done more than bump it around and if they were going to be sure the ship would stay afloat, it had to be right. That said, the physical damage was minimal and even the outer VTOL engines had avoided the brunt of the harsh landing. One of the shuttles was acting up but the other (Shey's shuttle) hadn't taken any damage at all.<br><br>Sidney arrived to find the ship's controls were a bit different from what he was expecting, but not so different he couldn't fly her. She might just take a bit of getting used to and getting to know. He didn't see any signs of damage, at least on first glance, but chances were some of the sensors would need re-calibrating, and he couldn't really take her up and fly her until Astrid got the engines running.<br><br>Samson had told Santiago and Thalia about Mason Kincaid's party when they got back to the ship the night before. He wanted Santiago to work on her the next day, as he did himself, getting her fixed and ready to fly. Thalia knew very little about the electrics or mechanics.. or anything of ships, including this one, but once she was sure the med bay was in order, she took up a paintbrush and helped return the ship to its former decorated glory. Paint had been knocked off here and there, and the ceramic plates were different colours, so she helped put them right. There was only so much she could do as repairs weren't finished, so in the afternoon she set off for Shey's apartment (with an agreement to meet Samson and Santiago later).<br><br>There was the (not small) matter of sorting out a job, and that was where Mason Kincaid's party came into the equation. That and the poker tournament he was planning at his home in the Southdown Hills. It was where a lot of the richer folk lived on Persephone - it even had its own spaceport, which was the more expensive, Alliance-heavy alternative to Eavesdown. Mason said to be at his home around 8, and Shey had a date with her client around the same time at the party. Babs also had her invitation, though she might not have spoken to anybody else about that. The time to leave was approaching and the whole night lay before you.<br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img840/6769/9t68.jpg)<br><br>OOC: Astrid, I found this useful link:<br>http://firefly.wikia.com/wiki/03-K64-Firefly<br>This one's a series 3?<br><br><hr>Thread Index: <br><br>Game Thread - Current (Chapter 2 - The Gamble): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.0<br>Game Thread (Chapter 1 - Crossroads): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206036.0<br>Background Prologue Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205912.0<br>OOC Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205809.0<br>Shey's Cortex: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208072.0<br><br><hr>Finalised Characters: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205814.0<br>NPC List: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=206008.0<br>World Building Thread (Preliminary sheets shown on this thread): https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=204953.0<br>Group Roleplays Wanted Thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205765.0<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 00:04:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Babette Lafayette, Aaron Shaw<br>Location - <em>Man's Ruin</em><br><hr><br>Worked all day on the ship.&nbsp; I kept myself in good shape, but I done much more than usual.&nbsp; I was really exhausted, tired enough that I wouldn't usually go to this high brow poker party, but Thalia was going, and Shey was going to be there too, and I didn't want to miss the sight of that.&nbsp; <br><br>Was surprised Samson invited me to come along.&nbsp; Figured he would want me to stay with the ship, but he probably knew I could use more time on land.&nbsp; Reckon he wanted me to watch his back, too, make sure he didn't have to cut off a head again.<br><br>I wasn't sore at the moment, but I could feel that I was going to be all an-aching and a-paining tomorrow.<br><br>After a shower and a nap, I got dressed for the party.&nbsp; Wore my suit.&nbsp; Fancy, but not too fancy, just enough to fit in, not enough to stand out.&nbsp; <br><br>I looked in the mirror, facing forward at first, turning to the side second, and then spinning around, crouching, pointing my finger like a gun at my reflection.&nbsp; <br><br>I straightened up, twisted my neck to work out the cracks, and talked at myself.<br><br>"Shiny."<br><br>Only under bright light would anyone be able to notice the black thread on the black sleeve of my suit jacket where I got slashed last month while at the dance club with Thalia.<br><br>I put my pistol, hand cannon more like, into the shoulder rig I had under my suit on one side.&nbsp; <br><br>Usually I'd feel better bringing a knife and grenades, too, but I settled for a single throwing knife.&nbsp; Always felt better knowing I had something with a sharp edge on my person if not in my hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Chances are there would be security and scanners.&nbsp; Giving up a pistol, even a large caliber one, along with a small blade wouldn't raise too many eyebrows.&nbsp; Traveling with an arsenal I would prefer wouldn't get me in at all.<br><br>Still had my bare hands though.&nbsp; And feet.&nbsp; And knees.&nbsp; And elbows.&nbsp; And whatever I could grab and improvise into a club.<br><br>I climbed up the ladder out of my bunk and kicked at Samson's door.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ready when you are, I'll be in the cockpit."<br><br>I brought up a map on a screen to see how far we was from Southdown Hills, which was near some monastery called Southdown Abbey.&nbsp; Heard of that place, some way some how.<br><br>Specifically, in one story I heard, there was some former Browncoat legendary spy posing as an Alliance ship captain, who then found God and became a preacher.&nbsp; <br><br>Also, supposedly there was a preacher from Southdown Abbey who was on <em>Serenity</em>, whose crew exposed the Alliance for the incident on Miranda and the creation of the Reavers.<br><br>I wondered how we would get to Southdown from Eavesdown.&nbsp; Driving the mule wouldn't be very stylish and the dust may ruin our outfits.&nbsp; At least the shuttle was going to work.<br><br>Wasn't sure how I felt having Samson fly again, though.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 02:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Preparing for the party, Arriving at the party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicola<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br><br><hr><br>Overall it had been a quiet day for Shey. Unlike those involved in the repair of the ship, she knew she was of most use simply staying out of the way. She was completely content to do this as she preferred to relax before getting ready for a client anyway. She liked to go to her clients well rested and relaxed. They were paying for her best and she owed to them, and herself, to put her best foot forward for them. Mostly she simply remained quiet. Reading, answering waves, and writing a couple of actual letters to friends still back at House Madrassa took up most of her day while she also found time to meditate and for a long, soothing, soak in the large tub that her rooms provided her. <br><br>Finally, a glance at the clock told her, it was time to get ready. Her thick mane of hair was drawn up and back, coiled almost carelessly with a few tendrils left free, almost as if to tease or dare Nicola to reach up and touch the fiery locks. Make-up was light and minimal, just a touch of color to enhance her lips and a sweep of shadow to make her eyes appear even more vibrant. Her soft, pale, skin needed no adornment once her gown was slipped into place along her flesh and she skipped any accessories but the sharp heels she slid her feet into. Spinning, slowly, in front of the mirror she smiled at her own reflection, chose a small clutch purse for the evening and grabbed the handles of a small valise that held such things as her toiletries and a dress for the morning that she would have one of Nicola's people hang to air appropriately once they arrived at her home for the evening. <br><br>At precisely 7:00 she was waiting outside her hotel as Nicola's car pulled up to pick her up. Smiling she handed the driver her valise and asked if he could have someone at Nicola's house hang her dress after he'd dropped her off. With assurances that he would, she slid into the sleek vehicle and simply enjoyed the ride. Oh part of her wanted to quiz him about his employer but that would be both rude, and spoil the game of getting to know, and thoroughly charming, her client herself.<br><br>Stepping from teh car at 7:30, on the dot, she let an enigmatic smile lift the corners of her lips as her eyes began to scan the line of people entering the house before her. Another red head shouldn't be hard to find even with this many people around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 04:04:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Full Crew (esp. Santiago and Samson)<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Man's Ruin, Thalia's quarters walking toward cockpit<br><br><hr><br>Thalia didn't often dress up anymore, which made those opportunities when she did kind of special. She'd carried one dress with her from her time on Sihnon, which happened to be the same gown she'd worn to that masquerade party so long ago, when Samson duelled her date. It was a dress that felt to her like it had 'too much history', never mind the fact it didn't look so perfect as it once had. She'd bought another the last time she was on a core world, namely Londinium, and she easily made the choice to wear it to the party.<br><br>She liked cheongsams and other dresses in the Chinese style. There was something about them, elegance or femininity, that won her over. This dress - oh, where to begin? It was a floral cheongsam of cream silk with prominent lotus lowers that climbed from the hem to the neck of the gown. She enjoyed the play of colours - the pinks, golds and greens, but it was the split in the dress, which revealed lush, purple satin beneath it, that she liked best. It reminded her of the gowns women wore in times past, when a swirl of their skirts on the dancefloor would show a flash of colour beneath, whether daring or simply romantic. She had cream heels to match and a small bag that would carry those few possessions she should need.<br><br>Thoughts turning to that party long ago - the masquerade, she was reminded of her medical kit. She would go one evening without carrying it with her, unless someone anticipated being shot or stabbed! These thoughts tumbled through her mind as she brushed her blue hair, securing it at the back with a small silver comb. It settled just past her shoulders, sticking out of its own accord, but with a gentle curl to her locks. Her dress had a high collar so a necklace would've been out of place, but she slipped a thin, gold bracelet around her wrist and wore purple and gold earrings to match, each with small lotus flowers in bloom.<br><br>She tidied her quarters before venturing out into the corridor and climbing the stairs to the upper level, where she assumed she would find Santiago and Samson.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 02:10:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span> <em>Shey's Client</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br>Location - Outside Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br><br><hr><br>Shey's driver helped her from the car and directed her to follow the arriving guests through the gate of the Kincaid residence. "Nicola asked if you might wait at the gazebo in the garden. She will meet you there." Directions given, he gave her a stiff bow, then left to park the vehicle in a garage beside the house. He had shared few details of himself on the way there, other than the fact his name was Brian. <br><br>There were a lot of well-dressed guests - most men in tuxedos or dark suits and the women in every colour of dress imaginable. Few, if any, compared to the beauty or quality of Shey's own. The waiting guests talked among themselves, some patient and others not, but overall there was a lot of laughter and a buzz of conversation among what was likely Persephone's elite. There was a wait to enter the house, but a steady stream of guests filtered through, likely passing through the gun scanners one at a time.<br><br>The gazebo was just beside the house in the garden. Only a few guests mingled here, whereas it was more crowded nearer the house. Shey's gaze was drawn by movement, as a young red-haired woman in a green bare-backed dress walked toward the gazebo and climbed its stairs.<br><br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img912/6707/800ab1.jpg) (http://imageshack.com/a/img633/6553/f0863a.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 06:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - those heading for the party, whoever else is nearby <br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> <br>"Engine just shouldn't sound like that..." Astrid muttered to herself and shook her head. She had stopped for a smack and to see the others off to their party. Or whatever it was. Astrid was never one for such things. Sure she had been to a nice party or two in her time. But what was the point really unless she had something pretty to wear? <br><br>All in all, the work on the ship had gone smoothly, and there wasn't quite as much damage as she initially expected. But there was still that major grinding with the engine. Nothing she couldn't fix with the right party and tool. She just had to get in there and figure out what part and tool she needed. In the meantime however, she was walking through the ship with some water and with engine grease smeared on her face.<br><br>She took a drink of water as she walked up to the hall by the crew quarters leading up to the cockpit. There she saw Thalia and some of the others looking all dolled up. "Y'all off to that fancy party?" She asked them perkily. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 03:14:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Astrid Zachrison<br>Location - <em>Man's Ruin</em><br><hr><br>"Was hoping you was going to wear that."<br><br>I walked up to Thalia, looked her up and down, and took a hand of hers so I could lift it up above her head and twirl it around to make her spin in place.<br><br>Sure did enjoy making them purple slits open up.<br><br>After she stood straight and still, I crossed my legs at the ankle and executed a spin of my own.<br><br>"Sure hope there's some dancing at this party.&nbsp; Then again, it sure would be nice to play some poker with you again."<br><br>Been a long time since we played poker.&nbsp; Felt like a lifetime ago, back before we was on <em>Man's Ruin</em>.&nbsp; I wasn't much of a card player, but I knew some tricks of the more underhanded variety.&nbsp; When the drinks was flowing and the opponents was less observant, I could get a better card to end up in my hand if I was careful.&nbsp; Was even better at passing off a better card to a partner in crime, like Thalia.&nbsp; <br><br>Stakes was low, but entertainment was high.&nbsp; Working a table together, me and Thalia managed to scrounge up some money for drinks or get out of chores.<br><br>The new mechanic/engineer came to join us.<br><br><em>"Y'all off to that fancy party?"</em><br><br>Working on <em>Man's Ruin</em> all day with her, mostly moving around heavy stuff and handing her tools and such, I got to know Astrid some.&nbsp; <br><br>For one, she sure could work a ship.&nbsp; For another, she somehow always made do with whatever was on hand, no matter how seemingly mundane.&nbsp; <br><br>And she wasn't just good with her hands, but with all of her body.&nbsp; Caught myself getting an eyeful of her as she managed to manuever her own self with power and grace.&nbsp; And she was able to fit her flexible figure into all sorts of tight spaces.<br><br>All that and she was a looker, too.&nbsp; Couldn't help imagining what it would be like.<br><br>"It's a party, Astrid, but we're there on business.&nbsp; 'Got to keep work and play separate,' someone once said to me."&nbsp; I winked at Thalia.&nbsp; "Samson's got a lead on getting us a job, and the poker party is the meeting place.&nbsp; Course, if our ship ain't space-worthy, won't mean nothing."<br><br>I lay a big meaty hand on Astrid's shoulder.<br><br>"But I have the utmost faith in you and your abilities, Astrid."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 00:05:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Astrid.<br>Location-Man's Ruin (Cockpit)<hr><br>&nbsp;Laying on his back under the main console of Man's Ruin Sidney peered into the open access hatch, a small hand lamp grasped between his teeth illuminating the inside. He was quietly impressed at the ship. A firefly no less! He was still riding high on the fact that he was on board one of these few remaining ships.&nbsp; It looked to him that the wiring was in pretty good condition, though most of it looked like most was even older than him. <br>&nbsp;He'd used his experience and found some redundant systems either already replaced by something better or doing nothing much more than slowing the reaction time of the console. He'd created a few shortcuts and was confident that the ship&nbsp; would respond quicker and fly that much smoother. He slid out from under the console, sitting himself up and taking the torch out of his mouth. Satisfied he'd done as much as he could with the tools at hand, he climbed into the main pilots seat. <br>&nbsp;Taking a deep breath, he flicked open the internal coms to the engine room. "Asrid. I'm gunna start up a cold start to see how she's feelin'" he said. Starting the preliminary start up sequence avoiding anything to do with the engines as Astrid might not be finished with them yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 14:25:28</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;present day<br>Location - ready to head off<br>Tagging those waiting to head off the party and those about in the day.<br><br>There was no getting away from the fact, Babs was a little Kooky and that was putting it mildly, though one had to sometimes wonder how much was an act so she would be left alone or it was real, whatever it was the war had affected her in some ways yet it went deeper a lot deeper, and this was not something she was at liberty to tell anyone. Well it was not something she actually wished to discuss with most folks, after all it was not something one brought in polite company or in fact any company at all.<br><br>Was she bitter…well frankly on some levels yes she bloody well was, but for the most Babs just survived and got on with stuff, and preferred if folks left her too it. At least that was what she told herself most of the time. Of course no one would be aware of where the reader stayed that night or what she did, or indeed who it was she met. Perhaps it was some fancy place, or some doorway or anything inbetween.<br><br>During the night and early in the morning the small short haired girl, started to work her magic. Damn but she was good at it. She could find the elusive needle in a haystack and requisition it for better uses if necessary. For all that this gal was careful and never took too much and was somewhat discerning as to who she acquired items from and how she obtained them.&nbsp; <br><br>During the day the veteran was likely barely even noticed that was certainly one of her little knacks, occasionally she sang a little ditty to herself<em> Them that ask no questions, never get told lies, So watch the wall my darling, while the gentlmen go by.”</em> Thus much of her day was taken, up then and it was during that time her own invitation arrived in her pocket, it had been lucky that the messenger had been well warned about the said delivery and how to approach it Babs, which was very carefully, sometimes one could imagine she had eyes in the back of her head. <br><br>So as time was getting on Babs knew that it was going to be time to play dress up, though the party was intriguing and who knew the type of work she might find, the girl was never comfortable in them, for one they were sure as hell not practical, and when one was supposed to wear high heels it was damn stupid, though the only upside was one could use them as a weapon. Thus the rest of the day was left to getting dressed and she was not going to embarrass her' friend' that had invited her, yet she could not go all out show, not only for the sake of finance but also because she often enjoyed just taking in social interaction from the side lines.<br><br>It seemed as everyone arrived, so did she, luckily a friend of a friend knew someone that owned a rather lovely dress shop, and there was money owed along the way, so with a little wrangling and a minor job Babs was able to borrow, and only borrow an extremely fetching attire including a little jewellery , the style very in keeping with her rather boyish figure. She had tried to hide some of the scars with a fetching lacy stole in a soft green.<br><br><strong>“Y’all mind if I catch a ride, I gots me a fancy invitation, if not I’ll get masel thare.”</strong> Her voice was a little softer, Babs was shutting down a little, this was as much work as anything else, she knew the rules... Straitening herself a little and with a wonderful and beguiling smile upon her lips, it was hard to notice anything save a lady.<br><br>Her Dress<br><br>It is silks and hand made lace.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTedZSkYqy-fAgS4-OlUH34Vv5S3tPwf2zb2Xtbu9xSl_cZM0lnLQ)</div></div><br><em><br>A song and why her stole is green. It might show another side to her.</em><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcuL2lTFp34</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 19:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Preparing for the party, Arriving at the party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicola<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br><br><hr><br>Gun scanners. Shey hated them. Oh she understood the necessity of course, but she hated being lined up and shuffled through them as if she were nothing more than part of a herd of cattle! Besides, it's not like there would be many places to hide, or quickly retrieve, a gun under the gown she was wearing. Perhaps a small derringer type pistol could fit into her clutch but a quick glance at that would reveal how slim it was and make that scenario seem unlikely. Still she waited for her clearance and managed not to scowl at the men how were, after all, simply doing their jobs. <br><br>Looking about, it wasn't hard to find the gazebo and she stepped into it's confines with a small smile on her lips. It really was quite charming and a lovely place to meet a client. There before Nicola she allowed herself to sit, crossing her legs lightly so that the, seeming, lace construction of them (and how it matched her gown) was shown off by one, lightly, bouncing foot.<br><br>And then she arrived. Even if all she'd had was a description, Shey would have spotted her client quickly enough. There weren't likely to be a bevy of redheads tonight and this one looked slightly nervous and as if she were looking for someone as well. Taking just a moment, Shey allowed herself to look the woman over. It wasn't often she took female clients, so when she did she was rather picky. The more she watched Nicola, the more convinced she was that taking her contract had been a good idea.<br><br>Still the actually meeting might prove that first impression wrong, from either of their ends, which was why there was always an out clause in any contract. <br><br>Rising from her seat she advanced on the woman, her steps smooth and graceful and the smile on her lips warm and inviting, <strong>"You must be Nicola. I'm Sheydran, your Companion for the evening,"</strong> she said, making actual introduction and slightly emphasizing <em>Companion</em> to make it mean clearly more than a simple friend or company for the night. She also held out her hand for the woman to shake, or to allow her to pull her in closer for the, slightly, more intimate kissing of both cheeks that some people preferred. She would leave that choice to Nicola however. <strong>"And allow me to be the first,&nbsp; of many I am sure, to say just how lovely you look this evening. That particular shade of green suits you quite well,"</strong> she added with a small chuckle, knowing well how hard it could be at times to find colors that would suit a red heads coloring!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 00:25:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Man's Ruin, Samsons's quarters walking toward cockpit and departing with those attending the party <br>Tagging - Crew on ship<hr><br>"I'm going, I'm going..." Samson yelled back at Santiago as the first mate kicked his door. The captain of the ship was not one to go primping about, in fact he hate those damn parties. As he pulled on his jacket and buttoned it up, he climbed out of his quarters and walked towards the common room. Finding everyone gathering in the cockpit, he approached. He was not one to really take notice of things, instead he got to the point right away. "Alright, let's get going. Mason sent us a carriage but don't think too high of the son of a bitch, you can't trust him." He shared with his crew. This was a man Samson called a friend, just think what he said of his enemies. <br><br>"You three go on out and get in, I'll be there in a moment. Want to talk to Sydney and Astrid here." He waited till he was left alone with the two new crewmates. Once they were alone, Samson tapped his cane on the floor. "The only one else allowed on this ship is Aaron, no one else. Don't be fooled by anyone. I don't owe anyone no money, no favors and if they are looking to preach the word of the lord just shoot at the sky until they run away...if that don't work, one slug to the knee should do it. You guys have a good night, I'd rather be here than there." The man confessed as he fidgeted in the clothes he was obviously uncomfortable in. <br><br>Samson exited the ship out the back, joining Thalia, Babs and Santiago in the very nice car his "friend" had sent to pick them up. The captain reached for the best bottle he could get his hands on and poured himself a drink. "Let's get this night over with..." He took a drink, unaware a familiar pair of eyes had following is every move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 23:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - those heading for the party, Sydney<br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> Astrid didn't half know what to make of some of them. The short haired woman was nice enough and knew how to work connections, but extremely odd. The other two women seemed more quiet. Santiago was a little off putting and seemed to stare at her a little too much. But also seemed to be involved with the doctor. The captain and Sydney were laid back though, and she hadn't seen much of Aaron. All in all, there seemed to be no one there she couldn't work with. <br><br>Santiago came and put his hand on her shoulder and said something about having faith in her. "Er. Thanks." She replied somewhat awkwardly before Sydney's voice came on. "You don't be gunning the engine or nothin'." She replied to the pilot before shifting her focus to Samson who had just marched in ans sent the others out. <br><br>"Sure thing, Captain." She told him happily. "We all goes well and I get the parts Babs got fitted in nicely, I might just have her running by the time you get back. Maybe. Then it'll be up to Sydney to prove he knows what he's doing." She giggled 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 02:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span> <em>Shey's Client</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br>Location - Outside Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br><br><hr><br>Nicola was shy - there was no denying it, but once she'd made the decision to meet up with Shey, it all became so much easier. Shey's client was just as she'd appeared in the picture and on the video wave. If there was any difference at all, it was that she was lovelier. Her nerves had settled into a steadier calm from the moment she set eyes on Shey, as if seeing the Companion before her made things feel more real. <br><br>Nicola looked Shey over with an avid curiousity, noting details from her choice of dress and the way the sheer material flowed over her legs to the way she'd styled her hair. Each was a unique detail that was Shey's alone, and no other Companion or woman for that matter would share that detail in quite the same way. It charmed and intrigued her, and perhaps it was that same quality that showed in her hazel eyes.<br><br>"I am," she said, in response to Shey's question. "It's good to meet you, Shey." Her shyness shone through, just a little, but it was enough to lighten the tension by a measure. "I would've recognised you from quite a way off. The red hair," she said, explaining with a gesture of her hand, "and because I've seen your picture." Nicola glanced down at her dress at Shey's compliment about it. "What, this old thing? Heh, I'm just kidding. I bought it especially for the party. It can be hard choosing colours to match a redhead's colouring," she said, her thoughts mirroring Sheydran's own.<br><br>"Yours is simply one of the most beautiful dresses I've seen, but that doesn't surprise me at all." Her gaze took in the sight of the lantern-lit gardens and the partygoers filing into the house. "I know many of the people here tonight. Some, like my family, are moneyed individuals or they have power in one form or another. I don't really care. I am very much looking forward to dancing with you, if you would like to." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 03:32:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Full Crew (esp. Santiago, Samson &amp; Babs)<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Leaving Man's Ruin/Heading to the Party<br><br><hr><br>The first person Thalia encountered as she made her way to the cockpit was Astrid. It looked like the mechanic was settling in well and had already been working on the engines. "Yes, I'm going along to the party," she said. She was going to reply further, when she spied Santiago. He explained things well, so Thalia nodded her assent. "I'm hoping to get in some dancing, as well as lining up that job." <br><br>She was pleased to see Santiago recognised her dress - the one she'd worn out to Silverlight 'that night'. The night when someone had seen fit to stab him. She hoped it didn't bring back bad memories. "You approve then?" she asked with a smile, giving her dress a twirl, so the skirt flared. "Poker - oh yeah, it's been so long. Are you going to enter the tournament? It would be a shame not to, since we're there. I guess it might be hard to watch the Captain's back that way, but when he's playing as well-" <br><br>She glanced curiously between Santiago and Astrid as they spoke, and when they crossed paths with Samson, she did as he asked and made her way out to the waiting car with Santiago and Babs. "Wow, Babs you look so different. I love your dress. It's... the good kind of different. Do you know this Mason Kincaid as well?" <br><br>Thalia settled back in her seat, sharing a soft smile with Santiago, before the driver got them moving. OOC: Feel free to continue talking before going to the car, if you'd like to. I trust you'll get there eventually. The journey took around half an hour, so it neither long nor particularly short. The driver was in an enclosed cabin of the car up front, a dark window separating the two sections. There was privacy to talk, but whether it was illusory or the real thing was anyone's guess. "So your friend is going to make the introductions, Captain? What do you need me to do at the party?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 03:47:50</strong>
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				(GM Post)<br><br>Once Samson, Santiago, Babs and Thalia had left, and with Shey already gone (to the same party), the ship was surprisingly quiet. Astrid, Aaron and Sidney found themselves alone.<br><br>Outside, the (Eavesdown) docks appeared deserted but there were always regular patrols. On this night, unbeknownst to the crew, not every watcher wore a uniform and only the one noticed the car receding into the distance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 16:22:33</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;present day<br>Location - ready to head off<br>Tagging those&nbsp; to heading off the party and those about in the day.<br><br>Babs smiled at Astrid with a don’t mention it look, for the most it was candy from a baby job, she didn’t mind helping out a Firefly and it was Nomads ship, well not technically but it was because something like that belonged to everyone that flew in it. Both before and after, there was always hiding places too. Ships like that always had them. The veteran liked them it was almost as if they were living...<br><br>She was half aware of the uniform poking there noses in but that was it, it was a kind of background noise she had become used to over time, it was more irritating than a skeeter but it was there. So after scratching her head there was another half smile at the rather lovely medic, instinctively she tried to cover up those scars and even those on her legs underneath the silk stockings. <strong>“Ya seem ta ‘ave got ya the catch a’ tha&nbsp; night darling.” </strong>Fiddling a little with her dress there was another shrug, it was pretty obvious that she rarely dressed up, but the female scrubbed up pretty well.<br><br><strong>“Ma dress is a loan, ya’ know friend owed on’ of ma friends a favour, and gorram it friends is pushin’ tha’ description.” </strong>It was then almost without thinking as the word poker was mentioned she tried to take those in the car in, she was not reading minds or doing anything quite so frightening&nbsp; as obviously that was not something&nbsp; readers could do whatever the press was, all she did was watch for a tell or two but that would happen more at a table and even then it was not an exact science. The fact she was pretty good at maths helped too, well better than pretty good but who was Babs to boast.<br><br>For some time looking out of the window just watching the skies and getting her self ready she tried to remain calm. sometimes parties could be a little overwhelming. Still like everything else she could just make her excuses and go. <strong>“Errrrna, ‘t’iaint ‘im, I only met’im long time ‘go, its ‘is kid brother, I’ve been knowed ta do some work…ya’ll know what I mean.” </strong>She didn't go too much further in detail but anyone that knew her or had an inklin’ of things not quite legal was likely aware of her activities.<br><br>However tonight she looked so Purdy, if she was carrying weapons they were not visible. Bbs had not had a drink tonight, nor during the day tonight did she want to alert. She did not completely trust her ‘friend’ so erred on the side of caution.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 00:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Samson Castle, Babette Lafayette<br>Location - In the car heading to the poker tournament/party<br><hr><br>Me and Samson did some partaking in a few drinks during the half hour ride to the party.&nbsp; Had Thalia at my side and I was taking peeks at her in that pretty dress out of the corner of my eye or off the reflection of some part or another.&nbsp; Felt a whole lot of body contact between us, too, with our arms and thighs pressed up against each other.&nbsp; Wish I had Thalia to myself in the back of that car.<br><br>At some point, she addressed Samson.<br><br><em>"So your friend is going to make the introductions, Captain?&nbsp; What do you need me to do at the party?"</em><br><br>"Imagine he don't need you doing nothing except having your own self a good old time, Thalia.&nbsp; Then again, it would help if you could size up the man, give us an idea of your impression of him."<br><br>I nodded to the other woman with us.<br><br>"Same goes for you, too, Babs.&nbsp; Get a feel for the area, and the people.&nbsp; Find places to hide out in or sneak out of in case trouble brews.&nbsp; Don't conjure imminent violence, what with us and everyone getting disarmed on the way in.&nbsp; Ain't looking for no trouble.&nbsp; Then again, it does have a way of finding us."<br><br>When we arrived at the party, we was greeted with a man in a fancy uniform opening the doors for us to disembark.&nbsp; I got out first, then Samson.&nbsp; Thalia made her exit next and I offered my elbow for her to hang onto.<br><br>As we walked on a red carpet up to the house of Mason Kincaid, there was plenty of people already arrived, but the tournament hadn't started yet.&nbsp; I checked my gun and knife in at the entrance, and picked up a couple of glasses of champagne for Thalia and me.<br><br>"Okay, we've established ourselves to anyone watching as a couple.&nbsp; I'm sure that makes some bachelors of the more eligible type, as well as adulterers and philanderers, along with anyone with a pair of functioning eyes, have even more of a hankering for you.&nbsp; Which could be something we use to our advantage somehow.&nbsp; Particularly against more distractable individuals with bigger wallets."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 21:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Man's Ruin, Samsons's quarters walking toward cockpit and departing with those attending the party <br>Tagging - Crew on ship<hr><br>"Santiago is right, just have a good time and keep your wits to ya. Kincaid is an old friend of mine and I am just here to catch up and maybe beat the old sap out of some credits." Samson nodded in between drinks from the honey colored liquor in his glass. He really didn't say much, no point in doing do if he had nothing to say. His attention shifted to the outside, watching the lights pass until the driver announced their stop. <br><br>Once they were all off, Samson led the party up through the lavish doors into the hall itself. He whistled lowly. "Everytime I see him, his house gets bigger and bigger..." Samson commented to no one in particular as he walked past the que of people waiting to be announced. "Ya'll can stay in line if you want. See you all at the tournament later." Samson departed from the group to do as they pleased. <br><br>Security was tight, but he had nothing to check nor concealed. He was a schooled gentlemen, the sword in his cane was his right. "Lord Edgar White...with his wife Stella and....Samson Castle..." The announcer happened to know Samson from back when he was just a smuggler. Lord Edgar and Stella looked at Samson with annoyance, the man had interrupted their entrance. Samson was already climbing up the stairs to find Mason in his parlor and get all the boring part of the night over with. Maybe if he finished early enough, he could find a decent bar instead of this peacock show. <br><br><div align="center"><em>(Samson has pulled away from the group!) </em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 05:29:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Samson &amp; Babs<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - In the car/Arriving at the Kincaid estate<br><br><hr><br>Thalia found Babs interesting and quite fun to talk to. It was more than her accent, though it was intriguing, the way the words rolled off her tongue. Mostly it was because she was such a colourful character and had been through so much during the war (or so Thalia had heard and could tell from her scars). The fact she had come out of that mostly unscathed suggested that she was a singular woman, and seeing the change in her from yesterday to today, suggested that Babs had a strong capacity for unpredictability. "Mason Kincaid's kid brother?" she asked, not quite sure if it was who Babs was speaking of. <br><br>She traded more than a few glances with Santiago and enjoyed a drink on the way. She was sure he was touching his leg against hers on purpose, but maybe that was a little her own doing as well. Thalia listened to Santiago's suggestion of what she should do at the party, and then Samson's. <em>Just enjoy myself. I'm sure I can do that, and by wits, limit the drink most-like. That's a shame. A rich party like this one, I bet they have champagne. The good stuff, mmm.</em> "Understood, Captain. If anyone asks enough that I need to explain, I know they're prying."<br><br>When the car reached the party, she took Santiago's arm and climbed from the vehicle. She saw no reason to let it go once she was out in the open. Even though night was falling, it was still balmy and warm. Thalia had no weapons to check, in part because she assumed the men and Babs possibly had brought enough to arm a small army. She smiled up at Santiago as he handed her the glass of champagne. Just what she wanted!<br><br>"You have quite a way with words," Thalia said, having enjoyed Santiago's compliments. "So you're saying you want me to be distracting?" she asked, one of her eyebrows raising teasingly, as she gave him a rare, mischievous smile, full of promise. "I can make them hanker more.. just give the word." Her lips touched to the rim of the champagne glass and she took a sip. <br><br>She watched Samson go to meet his friend, and hung back in the queue with Santiago. It made sense to stay close in case there was trouble, but if there were shouts, screams or bloody murder, she was sure they'd know of it quickly. Besides, it wasn't like the Captain couldn't defend himself. What could she do? First aid enemies to death? No, she'd mingle and socialise, and flirt outrageously. It was what she wanted to do, anyway. She leaned in close against his body, just so party guests would get the right idea.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 23:56:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mason Kincaid,</span> <em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson<br>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg) <br>Location - In his parlour<br><br><hr><br>Samson was one of the few people at the party who looked to be going somewhere. Most stood around talking and mingling or had made their way over to the registration table for the poker competition. He saw two large tables and a multitude of smaller ones in a large side-room, each laid out with green velvet covers in preparation for the night's entertainment. He could see, from among the guests, that not all looked like rich folk. He could be pretty sure that friends had been invited from Mason's smuggling days, while some gave the appearance of professional card-players, some of which had likely travelled from off-world for this very competition.<br><br>No one blocked Samson's way as he climbed the stairs. Mason's parlour was on the upper floor, and the door opened before Samson reached it. A man exited the room - tuxedo, cowboy hat and one of those dressy swords strapped to his hip. Not the strong combat kind but the type noblemen wore and those who wanted to make an impression. He was an older man - hair lightly greying and he gave Samson a wary look as he turned his head to say something through the gap in the door, before he continued down and past the ship captain. <br><br>He'd obviously alerted Mason and the other men in the room, because the door opened fully before he made it there. Mason was standing behind a desk, pouring himself a whiskey. Two other men - one dressed in a suit, another in the more casual clothes of a bodyguard, sat at chairs on the opposite side of the room. He couldn't be sure which had opened the door. All eyes were on him before Mason spoke. "I think we're done here, gentlemen. I've got some business to attend to." The bodyguard responded, "you sure about that Mason?" to which he received nothing but a cold look. The men cleared the room, leaving Samson alone with Mason. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 00:24:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Babs &amp; Thalia<br><br><hr><br>The party for the moment seemed to be on the lower floor of the house, with a large room set aside for the tournament to the left of the building. Stairs swept up to the next floor, but for the time being few people were up there. Music played subtly in the background, guests drank and mingled. There were two main types here - those with the look of nobility about them, and those who looked like they mightn't have belonged here if it had been all rich folk. An alarm sounded out front as the gun scanner picked up on someone trying to smuggle a weapon through, and several men in plain suits moved to intercept them. <br><br>Nearby, an elder man laughed. He was clad in brown, shirt and trousers, with a coat that could be called black if you were generous, but was more like a darker brown. "Man's got less than half a brain to think he could just bring a pistol through that scanner. There are windows, doors behind the house, there are null holsters, for fuck sake. If I wanted one, that's what I would do. Of course, a man like me's got no need of one," he said with a look that said, 'and if you believe that, you're as thick as that fool who walked through the door'. <br><br>"Chester Burton," he said, extending a hand to Santiago, then tipping his hat at Thalia and Babs. "My suggestion, if ya be listening to it, is to steer clear of that group over there," he said, nodding back over his shoulder. Four men stood around talking, all with suits of a similar type to Chester's but much darker. Grey and black, not even a flash of brown. "Mason shouldn't have brought some of this crowd together. There's gonna be trouble, most like. Blood before the dawn."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid, Aaron, Sidney<br><br><hr><br>The engines hummed to life as Sidney started up the ship. One by one the systems came on as Man's Ruin finally woke up. The navigation flickered several times, before the program settled into place on the screen. He could see the verse from here. Plot courses, access Man's Ruin's flightpath going back months, if not years. Next to it, the sensor console lit up showing passive and active sensors. The ship was always scanning passively while her engines turned, on alert for debris, meteorites, weapons targeted at her hull, or other objects or vehicles if they drew too near. There was something, a blip on the radar that shouldn't have been there. It was coming from the ship itself. The lower half on the port side, but it was hard to tell what it was. <br><br>As the engines ran, Astrid began to notice a small buildup of power in the port engine. It was strange because that didn't usually happen. It could actually be dangerous if it continued like this... potentially explosive, but it seemed strange. Unlikely. Engines were built to generate and channel tremendous amounts of power. <br><br>Aaron meanwhile had the strangest sense that something wasn't right but what it was, he couldn't say. (OOC: I still need a starting post from Aaron. I've dropped him a PM).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 10:09:18</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;present day<br>Location - ready to head off<br>Tagging Thalia, Nomad, Chester, and open.<br><br>Babs was almost calm save for the occasional fiddling with the lace on her dress and the way she intermittently ran a coin across and under her long fingers. It seemed the dark eyed female was deep in though.&nbsp; Looking briefly to Nomad when he addressed her, <strong>“I ain’t intendin’ on any trouble,” </strong>she likely needed no weapons, and was known for her improvisation, yet there was likely truth in the matter she really was no looking to create any problems. She had come to chat with a contact and play some poker, nothing else.<br><br><strong>“I’ll looks ma darlin’don’worryon that one. For me own 'ide too</strong>The fact was she was a bloody chameleon. Some times a shadow, the downside there were only a few in the know that passed her off as not the loony veteran, so one had to be particular. Babs hid in plain sight.<br><br>Thus with that in mind and a nod to the others Babs entered and oh but yes she walked like a queen, her whole body language changed well it did after a short time as she watched for moment taking in just how t behave. Her eyes were open to everything, and most of all exits, but ones that might be trouble too, as well as the ones to avoid. The elderly gentleman was offered a polite nod and a smile, and that smile was charming.&nbsp; It was then after listening to his words Babs kept more than a passing glance on that group however not exclusively, even this Mister Burton was not going to be ignored.<br><br>Pulling out her compact Babs after a short put on some lipstick and looked at maters from another angle. Like everything else she did is would be mostly unnoticed. The reader for the moment just looked ‘purdy’ and stayed quiet, occasionally smiling at the a passing guest or two. She was sure that Mason’s brother would contact her if he needed her, or had work.&nbsp; <br><br>Babs appeared to fit in, damn she was a chameleon when it was necessary, it was called survival. This young woman was well trained.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2014, 05:03:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Babs &amp; Thalia<br><br><hr><br>"Ma'am," he said to Babs by way of greeting. Chester was no gentleman, but the least he was going to do was respect the lady. "Fear not, lass. If trouble's gonna be then trouble will. Yer got ya head's up now to know its comin', so if ya gotta skidoot, ya know ta." He looked a bit uncomfortable after saying that, because he didn't want to be riling up old Mason's party guests. "Most like they'll keep out of ya way. They ain't got no issues with a lady, I'm sure. Trouble's more with each other. Aye." His attention roamed over to a nearby beer keg. There was a plentiful supply of drinks in this house and as a betting man, he'd say not one was watered down that oughtn't be!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 00:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Babette Lafayette<br>Location - Talking to Chester at poker tournament/party<br><hr><br><em>"Chester Burton.&nbsp; My suggestion, if ya be listening to it, is to steer clear of that group over there.&nbsp; Mason shouldn't have brought some of this crowd together. There's gonna be trouble, most like. Blood before the dawn."</em><br><br>"Pleased to meet you, Chester Burton.&nbsp; Nomad Santiago.&nbsp; Much obliged for the warning, sir.&nbsp; I'll most certainly consider your advice for me and mine."<br><br>Thalia had her hand on my elbow, near where a blade slashed my suit not long ago, and I placed mine on top of hers, as a sign of possessiveness to Chester and as a way to comfort her if she was feeling threated or intimidated by the situation.<br><br>Chester moved on.&nbsp; I spoke in whispers to the two ladies, smiling as if I was having a normal conversation.&nbsp; I kept a glass in front of my lips, in case anyone tried to read them.<br><br>"Babs, how about you go around and behind them folks Chester was referring to?&nbsp; I have the perfect distraction for them while you do some eavesdropping or pickpocketing."<br><br>Taking fresh glasses in hand, I walked with Thalia until we was in the line of sight of the group of men.&nbsp; Figured they would be checking Thalia out while Babs was doing her thing.&nbsp; With me there, they was unlikely to accost her.&nbsp; Then again, if they was feeling ballsy, I'd be ready to take them out with choice words or my bare hands.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 03:10:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Mason's parlour<br>Tagging - Mason and his goon<hr><br>Samson took note of the men in the room, scanning his own memory for any familiarity in the faces. Some of the ones downstairs looked familiar, these, not so much. Something was afoot, that much he felt in his gut, but what? As Mason dismissed his guard he smiled at the man as he departed. "Don't worry, if I wanted him dead it would have happened years ago." He joked dryly as he moved and took a seat across from Mason, helping himself to the whiskey. <br><br>"Well at least your taste in whiskey became more expensive, not better, synthetic aged can't trump a barrel Kincaid." He shared his thoughts as he downed the drink and looked at the man. "So what are you planning, surely you didn't miss me so much you threw me a party." Samson asked, not a man to bother with the small talk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>17-08-2014, 03:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> Preparing for the party, Arriving at the party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicola<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br><br><hr><br>Shey smiled while Nicola spoke. The girl was a refreshing blend of confidence and shyness that made Shey think it likely that in her chosen field she was used to leading in some fashion, but in the interpersonal arena she was less confident. It was a charming combination and one that never failed to draw Shey in. It was part of what had drawn her to accepting the woman's offer in the first place when she was very much not the type of woman that Shey was, typically, drawn to on her own. <br><br>Turning slightly she offered her arm to Nicola so that they could head toward the mansion, and the party itself, "If you'd like, I can give you the contact information for the woman who makes all of my dresses for me. She does excellent work and has an eye for what will work well with her clients coloring and will be suitable within their social spheres. I can't promise she'll have any client openings, but a referral from an established client never hurts," she added with a small grin as she made the offer. Her seamstress was an amazing woman and she was always happy to send more work her way.<br><br>The woman more than deserved the commissions!<br><br>"As for dancing, I'd be honored, though you'll have to tell me if you prefer to lead, or follow. With men it's always obvious but women...women tend to be more flexible and are often the ones to surprise me," she admitted easily.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>18-08-2014, 05:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mason Kincaid,</span> <em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson<br>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg) <br>Location - In his parlour<br><br><hr><br>None of the men were familiar - at least on first glance, but as Samson paid more attention it became apparent the bodyguard looked like a teenager who had once served on Mason's ship, 'The Lying Bastard', only a good 10 years had passed since then. The ship had originally been called something else - The Lightning Strike, or some such name, but he renamed it after the third crash in honour of the conman who sold it to him and because of the ship's tendency to give him the wrong data at inopportune moments. Kirrick, that was the bodyguard's name, if he wasn't wrong. It implied that the bodyguard may be more senior in his operations than appearances suggested.<br><br>The man gave Samson a cold stare at his joke, then a slight turning up at the corner of his mouth suggested that might work both ways. He said nothing more as he slipped from the room, quietly closing the door once the other man had also left. Mason rubbed his chin as he watched Samson sit down opposite him and help himself to the whiskey. "I buy what I enjoy. I see no reason to drink anything else. There's no reason to buy synthetic when you can afford something better, unless you have a taste for it." He raised his glass, then took a sip. "Heh, no. If I was throwing a party on your account, it sure as hell wouldn't be a cocktail party. I'm not planning anything - well, that isn't true. I'm always planning, I'm a business man. You might even say respectable, which is as much as a surprise to me as it is to you, I can assure you.<br><br>I know someone who is looking for a job to be done - as I mentioned in my note, which I presume you got, since you're here. He's looking to acquire a piece of technology, off-world. He can tell you more, but you should know that once he starts launching into the details, he'll assume your agreement. It seems your kind of thing - and I saw you were on Persephone, that's why I contacted you. You're the type of man who has a reputation for getting a job done and one of the few who has the resources to do it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 03:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span> <em>Shey's Client</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br>Location - Outside Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br><br><hr><br>Nicola could tell she was nervous by the way her words ran away from her. She wasn't normally such a chatterbox, but it was hard not to be around Shey. There was every chance she'd say something wrong and put her foot in it, but she didn't think it would be so difficult to relax in Shey's company. A drink might help, Nicola decided.<br><br>The nervous redhead smiled when Shey extended her arm, and Nicola took it easily, without much thought, wondering if perhaps she should've been the first to think of that. She didn't think it mattered. "I would be interested in talking with your seamstress, sure. She's off-world I assume? I think if she was on Persephone,&nbsp; I would already know about her. I've been here my whole life," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. What she wasn't saying was that most of the people with money or prestige knew each other already and an excellent dressmaker who made Companions' dresses would be known to the ladies already.<br><br>"I would prefer to lead in the dance unless you have a preference otherwise? When I dance with men, they always lead, but when I dance with women, I've only led. I think I could do either.. without too much trouble." She walked with Shey toward the house, her mood a little shy, but there was a sense of strong will beneath the surface as well. "Which do you prefer?" she asked, gazing up into Shey's eyes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 15:57:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago &amp; Babs<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Cocktail Party, Ground Floor<br><br><hr><br>There was something about Chester Burton that set Thalia on edge, no matter how friendly or helpful he seemed. It wasn't so much that he was rough around the edges - that had the opposite effect, but he had an edge of ruthlessness to him. He seemed like the sort of man you might come to trust, but Thalia didn't know him and prior run-ins with trouble had set her on her guard. As a core-world woman, sometimes you got some odd reactions from people out here, including browncoats. It may have been unnecessary, but it was why she stuck with her crew. She knew them, and a certain beheading aside, she trusted them.<br><br>That wasn't to say there wasn't truth in what Chester was saying, of course. He seemed to know what he was talking about. <em>Blood before the dawn.</em> Ironic, that those words hardly disturbed her as they might've done. Her hand tightened slightly on Santiago's arm, but the look she gave him was more cautious than worried.<br><br>Thalia took a sip of drink, inclining her head in farewell to Chester as he stepped away, then listening in to what Santiago and Babs would do. So Babs was a pickpocket - or at least, she could pickpocket? And what would Thalia do? She was still figuring that out. Look, listen and try not to get hurt? A distraction sounded like an intriguing notion, and she was going to ask when she received a fresh glass of wine from Santiago. "What kind of distraction are you planning? Want me to slap you across the face?" she asked with a slightly evil smile, certain it would draw some looks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 21:29:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago, Babs &amp; Thalia<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10340924#msg10340924">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 04-08-2014, 00:24:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Four men stood around talking, all with suits of a similar type to Chester's but much darker. Grey and black, not even a flash of brown. "Mason shouldn't have brought some of this crowd together. There's gonna be trouble, most like. Blood before the dawn."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10342867#msg10342867">Quote from: Senti on 04-08-2014, 10:09:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was then after listening to his words Babs kept more than a passing glance on that group however not exclusively, even this Mister Burton was not going to be ignored.<br><br>Pulling out her compact Babs after a short put on some lipstick and looked at maters from another angle. Like everything else she did is would be mostly unnoticed.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10387456#msg10387456">Quote from: vin26m on 17-08-2014, 00:25:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Babs, how about you go around and behind them folks Chester was referring to?&nbsp; I have the perfect distraction for them while you do some eavesdropping or pickpocketing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The more Santiago, Babs and Thalia studied the group of four men, the more it became apparent they weren't among the richer, more elite guests of Kincaid's. Rough around the edges, just like Chester, it didn't seem far fetched at all that he knew them. Whereas he dressed like a Browncoat, these men had the look of prosperous ranchers. They probably spent a considerable amount of time on land, because they were tanned. It wasn't that their clothing was poor - they were well-dressed for the party, but they wore their clothes differently. Loosely. Casually. And somehow they looked like fighting men.<br><br>They stood talking between themselves, a very noticeable sense of annoyance in the expressions of two, quiet contemplation on the others. Somehow, the quieter, more peaceable of the men seemed the more dangerous. Yes, they were looking Chester's way, and they were observing Santiago and the ladies, as he spoke to them. If Chester was aiming to do so privately, he'd gone about it wrong. One, who wore silver cufflinks approached the blonde woman serving drinks, spoke to her quietly, kissed her cheek and took a drink from her tray. The appearance was that they already knew each other. One of the four, who appeared angered, then left the room, passing by Babs on his way toward the entrance of Kincaid's home.<br><br>Chester meanwhile had gravitated toward the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 07:22:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sydney, GM<br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> Astrid was immediately cheerful when the ship fired up seemingly smoothly. She was glancing around at all the controls in the engine room, then her bubble popped as quickly as it blew. "That ain't right..." she muttered to herself as she hurriedly double checked everything. That couldn't be right. Ships just didn't do that unless something really bad was going on, and she had checked everything. There was nothing obvious. Though, in her experience, it was usually the simplest things that caused the biggest problems, like a gasket being off or something. It could practically kill an engine. <br><br>She frowned and hit the comm bottom to talk to the pilot. "Sydney, you might wanna cut her off right now. The engine is runnin' hot and keepin' it goin' is gonna make it hotter, dangerously so." She told him then ducked under a couple of pipes and headed off in search of the problem. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 12:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea, Babette Lafayette<br>Location - With Thalia and maybe Babs, greeting Shey and Nicola<br><hr><br><em>"What kind of distraction are you planning? Want me to slap you across the face?"</em><br><br>"Why, Thalia, didn't have an inkling that you was into the rough stuff.&nbsp; Making me see you in a whole new light."<br><br>I smiled back at her, with an intense look in my eyes and a flash of villainy on my lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"Actually, a slap in the face ain't a bad idea, followed by a splash from a drink, of course.&nbsp; Gives us a reason to split up for a bit, too.&nbsp; And gives <em>me</em> an excuse for me to do this..."<br><br>I got closer to her and put my hand at the small of her back, then slid it down to the curve of her bottom to give one cheek a squeeze and a spank.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 13:42:17</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;present day<br>Location – card game etc<br>Tagging Thalia, Nomad, Chester, mention, and ‘dodgy bloke.<br><br>Babs smiled at Thalia, <strong>“Mai, Mai I think I am fair fit fer burstin’ and need ta powder ma nose,”</strong> It was not said too loudly in fact it was more of an embarrassed whisper.&nbsp; This was not&nbsp; anything that would cause attention other than someone might hear in passing. Babs was merely giving herself an out that was reasonable. Nomad got the slightest of nod it was almost imperceptible except to those that knew her. Her eyes took in a little more information, and she sure as hell hoped Chester would be alright; still he could always be a low down sell out too. However a person really did have to start trusting somewhere down the line, as the black could be one hell of a lonely place.<br><br>So Bab’s went to ‘look for the lavatory’ though of course she was following the said gentleman, but if needed had a back up plan, or three. The girl was smart and cunning, and if the worst came to the worse, no one ever noticed staff. For the moment though it was not necessary. As well as this little rekkie Babs wanted to make sure she was getting a table.<br><br>Thus off she went unnoticed through the various gamers and gamblers. Hoping there was not going to be any trouble …<br><br>Goodness me I need the loo please excuse my rudeness yes I need to powder my nose.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 20:11:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Astrid.<br>Location-Man's Ruin (Cockpit)<hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The engines hummed to life as Sidney started up the ship. One by one the systems came on as Man's Ruin finally woke up. The navigation flickered several times, before the program settled into place on the screen. He could see the verse from here. Plot courses, access Man's Ruin's flightpath going back months, if not years. Next to it, the sensor console lit up showing passive and active sensors. The ship was always scanning passively while her engines turned, on alert for debris, meteorites, weapons targeted at her hull, or other objects or vehicles if they drew too near. There was something, a blip on the radar that shouldn't have been there. It was coming from the ship itself. The lower half on the port side, but it was hard to tell what it was. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Sydney let out a small sigh of relief as the engines started up smoothly, and allowed himself a small smile. His smile faded as he noticed something being picked up on the sensors that looked like it was coming from possibly inside the ship. Befor he could think on it any more, Astrid came on the intercom. "Sydney, you might wanna cut her off right now. The engine is runnin' hot and keepin' it goin' is gonna make it hotter, dangerously so.". Sydney reached over and pressed the com button. "Sure thing Astrid" He said moving twin sliders on the console down and slowly powering down the engines. "Hey Astrid, It's just the three of us on here right? I picked up a funny blip on the lower port side that I wann check out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 16:19:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago &amp; Babs<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Cocktail Party, Ground Floor<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10409459#msg10409459">Quote from: vin26m on 23-08-2014, 12:53:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"What kind of distraction are you planning? Want me to slap you across the face?"</em><br>"Why, Thalia, didn't have an inkling that you was into the rough stuff.&nbsp; Making me see you in a whole new light."<br>I smiled back at her, with an intense look in my eyes and a flash of villainy on my lips.&nbsp; <br>"Actually, a slap in the face ain't a bad idea, followed by a splash from a drink, of course.&nbsp; Gives us a reason to split up for a bit, too.&nbsp; And gives <em>me</em> an excuse for me to do this..."<br>I got closer to her and put my hand at the small of her back, then slid it down to the curve of her bottom to give one cheek a squeeze and a spank.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Thalia smiled just a bit more slyly at Babs than the situation may have warranted, if she really was leaving to 'powder her nose'. "It may take a little searching to find it." <br><br>Santiago's comment about 'rough stuff' drew an impish smile from Thalia. "I guess there are still some things you don't know about me." She was surprised that he went for her 'slap in the face' idea, and the truth was - she was rather amused at the notion and looking forward to it, but she didn't want to ruin his suit.. and what a waste of excellent champagne! Maybe that was why the idea would work so well.<br><br>That flash of villainy. Thalia should've been ready to hit him right away, but it all happened so fast. She was caught unawares as one moment he stepped up to her, and the next she felt him squeeze and spank her in the middle of the goddamn crowd! Her eyes flashed - maybe it was an act or maybe he really had pissed her off, but there was a real sense of annoyance in those eyes. Her hand hit him first, knocking his head to the side with a hard slap across the face. "Mmmm, how does that feel?" she asked, holding her glass up for him to see and tipping it down over the front of his suit.<br><br>"Don't tell me you didn't have it coming!" She had the perfect expression - calm and utterly vindictive. There were gasps and several shouts in the crowd, followed by a woman's nervous laughter. A whole lot of heads turned in their direction, including the men Chester suggested they keep an eye on. Thalia handed Santiago the glass, winked at a random man in the crowd, and strode from the room with a manner that suggested she owned it. <br><br>No one paid attention to Babs as she slipped away in pursuit of 'the bathroom'.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 23:49:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Mason's parlour<br>Tagging - Mason <hr><br>"Some?" He asked with a slight chuckle. "How many of your new rich friends know the true Mason Kincaid?" He added as he helped himself to another finger (or three) of whiskey. Samson was just poking a little fun, he was sure everyone around him was just an overpaid 'yesman' nowadays. <br><br>The kidding was set aside as word of a job came up. For all the liquor routes he held on some planets it was never enough. Sure some of the money was set aside for his retirement but for the most part he lived job to job. With the Man's Ruin falling apart and the new crew, he needed a pay day to stay afloat or end up grounded. "So you are subcontracting now? Smart way to keep your&nbsp; hands from getting dirty." He said before he listened to the details. <br><br>New tech, that normally meant weapon. People always were looking for new ways to kill one another, no one ever hired a smuggler to steal a new plow to harvest a world. There was no room for morality on jobs, most of the time. Off course if Mason's contact was truly vile then he would not be calling Samson. While he was no law, he also was not cold blooded like other smugglers on the rim. "Do I need to find him? Or are you doing the introductions?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 00:34:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img912/6707/800ab1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img673/7898/ebGtLD.jpg)</div>The man Babs was following strode out through the party, passing through the entrance hall and down the front steps of the house. It was dark outside and people were filing in after clearing the gunscanners. The man lit a cigar, paying little attention to the arriving guests and walked out into the garden, avoiding the bright lights in favour of the shadows.<br><br>He made his way along outside the housefront, passing the room where the poker tournament was starting, and around the side into the darker garden beyond. Babs' senses kicked in and somehow she knew there were others behind the house. There were no sounds, and no voices carried as the tall man in the grey suit made his way through the carefully-manicured garden and past palm trees. He made no attempt to hide his footsteps or destination, seemingly out for some fresh air or a stroll while the party went on indoors, all the while smoking his lit cigar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 00:56:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid, Aaron, Sidney<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10405864#msg10405864">Quote from: Ember Star on 22-08-2014, 07:22:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Astrid was immediately cheerful when the ship fired up seemingly smoothly. She was glancing around at all the controls in the engine room, then her bubble popped as quickly as it blew. "That ain't right..." she muttered to herself as she hurriedly double checked everything. That couldn't be right. Ships just didn't do that unless something really bad was going on, and she had checked everything. There was nothing obvious. Though, in her experience, it was usually the simplest things that caused the biggest problems, like a gasket being off or something. It could practically kill an engine. <br><br>She frowned and hit the comm bottom to talk to the pilot. "Sydney, you might wanna cut her off right now. The engine is runnin' hot and keepin' it goin' is gonna make it hotter, dangerously so." She told him then ducked under a couple of pipes and headed off in search of the problem.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10414560#msg10414560">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 24-08-2014, 20:11:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sydney let out a small sigh of relief as the engines started up smoothly, and allowed himself a small smile. His smile faded as he noticed something being picked up on the sensors that looked like it was coming from possibly inside the ship. Befor he could think on it any more, Astrid came on the intercom. "Sydney, you might wanna cut her off right now. The engine is runnin' hot and keepin' it goin' is gonna make it hotter, dangerously so.". Sydney reached over and pressed the com button. "Sure thing Astrid" He said moving twin sliders on the console down and slowly powering down the engines. "Hey Astrid, It's just the three of us on here right? I picked up a funny blip on the lower port side that I wann check out."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Astrid would've known at once that the engine oughtn't have been causing that sensor blip Sydney told her about. For a start, it wasn't where the engine was located, and engines didn't show up on external sensors on account of being inside the ship. Sensors were programmed with limitations for their scanning range. It was integral to their function. It had to be something on the outside of the ship. <br><br>The engine room had begun to fill with smoke.. no - steam, which began to disperse when Sydney turned off the engine. That in itself linked it to the turbine casement of the engine, and suggested a leak. The steam oughtn't have got out otherwise.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 02:16:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicola<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br><br><hr><br>Shey nodded and appreciated that Nicola showed that she knew how to use the mind behind those pretty eyes of hers. So many people didn't bother to think through the simple things, but Nicola had come to the correct conclusion, that Shey's dressmaker wasn't on Persephone, within in just a few seconds. The woman actually <em>thought</em> instead of asking other people to do her thinking for her and that was a characteristic that Shey always appreciated. So often women of money, especially on Core planets, were raised to simply be pretty baubles, not people with thoughts and desires of their own.<br><br>"She is indeed off world. In fact she's on Sihnon but she's not hard to contact and will be very forward about whether she has time for new clients or not. Partly it will depend on what you need from her. A couple of party dresses takes far less time than something like a full bridal wardrobe, for example," she said with a small grin. She had to admit to being curious why a woman like Nicola - monied, intelligent, lovely - wasn't married, but she wasn't going to be rude enough to ask outright.<br><br>Letting her thoughts turn to dancing, while guiding her, slightly nervous, partner toward the house where she could get a glass of wine to calm her nerves, she chuckled softly at Nicola's answer to her question and gave her a slight nod, "Then you shall lead. Companions are taught to dance as both the lead and the follower so I don't mind taking either role. The truly tricky position is one must actually lead...while not letting their partner realize they're doing it! Not everyone can dance well, and yet most believe they have some skill...keeping up the illusion can be a challenge at times," she admitted without actually saying she'd ever had such a client. She could simply have been musing on her training. It was one of those comments that she would never answer outright, no client had the right to know anything about another.<br><br>"Before we dance, why don't we get something to drink, I'd never say so in front of others but you seem just a touch nervous and perhaps a glass of wine might calm your nerves," she offered as she stepped away just slightly to open the door to the house for Nicola and allow the other redhead to precede her inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>27-08-2014, 04:49:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mason Kincaid,</span> <em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson<br>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg) <br>Location - In his parlour<br><br><hr><br>"That would depend on whether you equate 'the smuggler' with the real Mason Kincaid. Rich doesn't mean honourable, but in this part of the world it means status and manpower, both of which are very useful in the right hands." Mason was pleased to see Samson drinking his whiskey. It was as it should've been, especially with the quantity of whiskey his own family supplied.<br><br>"Sometimes I sub-contract, sometimes I just make the connections. The problem with sub-contracting is you've always got to find the folk to do a job... now finding people, that ain't hard at all, especially on a world like Persephone. So many people passing through, but if you take on a job - even if you ain't doing it yourself, you're taking responsibility for that job. It needs to be done right, and that means you don't want green, untested people. You want people who aren't going to shoot through and burn your reputation in the process, so I am very careful in the contracts I accept. A man like me's got to be.<br><br>A couple of dozen troops couldn't do this job, going in the front door. You'll need stealth, someone who's good with security and the balls to do it. Your contact is downstairs at the party. A man by the name of Dale Rocheson. Not his real name, as you might expect. I'll introduce ya." He rose from his chair, downing his drink in the process.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>30-08-2014, 17:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br><em>Man's Ruin</em>, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - With Thalia<br><hr><br><em>"I guess there are still some things you don't know about me."</em><br><br>"Oh, I <em>know</em> there's a-plenty I don't know about you, Thalia, just... I didn't know what I didn't know, you know?"<br><br>Then I made my move.&nbsp; And she made hers, too!<br><br>She didn't hold back one iota with that hard slap across my face.&nbsp; I was ready for it, but it still put on a mite bit of hurt on me!<br><br>Then the insult to the injury.&nbsp; She emptied her champagne right down the front of my suit.<br><br><em>"Don't tell me you didn't have it coming!"</em><br><br>"Uh, uh, I'm sorry, ma'am, my apologies..."&nbsp; Her reaction was perfect.&nbsp; So perfect that even though I may have caught her a bit by surprise at the timing, she knew what the plan was.&nbsp; Whether her word and actions was an act or genuine, I couldn't tell the difference, and I wasn't acting all apologetic, I was <em>being</em> ashamed at my behavior!<br><br>She handed me the glass and went on her way, and I was standing there, holding my glass and hers, eyes on me and words being exchanged about me.<br><br>I finished my glass and set them both on the tray of a passing server, then walked toward nearby bar to get some napkins to dry my own self off a bit.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>01-09-2014, 07:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sydney, GM<br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> Astrid came to a hault as the room filled with steam. "Oh no's..." she muttered as she tried in vain to fan it away with her hands. Luckily, Sydney did as he was told and turned the engine off. Astrid simply sighed as it began to stink back and fade away. At least she knew what it was now. <br><br>She turned her head as Sydney's voice came again. Of course, it could just be somebody outside around the ship. But who the hell would be lurking outside. Or, it could be something different. Something not alive, possibly something electronic. She had a bad feeling about it, whatever it was. "Something's outside the ship. Be careful, Sydney. Cap'pin said nobody and nothin' was allowed 'cept us." <br><br>With that she made her way over to the turbine casement and began checking it out. "Hope I have what I need to patch this..." She muttered to herself as she looked for the exact place and cause of the leak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 04:06:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span> <em>Shey's Client</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br>Location - Entering Mason Kincaid's Home (Party/Poker Tournament)<br><br><hr><br>Nicola took Shey's information on board, not volunteering any relationship information beyond what she'd already told her - that she was currently unattached. If she saw any potential difficulties in attending the party with Shey, then she didn't speak of them. Given the young woman's mood, it seemed more that they weren't a concern for her. Aside from some nervousness, she appeared quite at ease. She was interested in learning about Shey and attending the party with her.<br><br>"I shouldn't have expected anything less, that you could lead and follow with the dance. Companions learn at a training house, don't they?" Nicola and Shey passed through the gunscanner without incident (OOC: Unless Shey has weapons on her?), and as they moved toward the door, Shey would've seen Babs slink around the side of the house and disappear into the shadows. Nicola seemed not to notice, climbing the stairs that led up into Mason Kincaid's home.<br><br>"I'm impressed that you can, dance with such diplomacy. I was trained by a dance instructor from Londinium, back when I was a teenager. He was a marvellous dancer. My father wouldn't stand for us not knowing how to dance well, but not everything turned out as he envisioned, you might say. Yes, drinks are a great idea." Now that they were in the entrance hall of Mason's home, Nicola summoned over a waiter with a tray of drinks, giving him a teasing grin. She singled out a glass of chardonnay and let Shey decide whether she wished a drink, and if so, what type.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2014, 22:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Exiting Mason's parlour<br>Tagging - Mason <hr><br>Samson hated lying, good thing Mason didn't ask about his new crew. Thalia and Santiago had cut their teeth on the Man's Ruin but everyone else? Well they would have to pick it up quick or get the boot as far as he was concerned. He stood with Mason, not giving the name much thought as it was very unlikely to be his real one. Samson didn't mind, the man could be named "the contact" as long as his payment was real. <br><br>"Lead the way." He motioned for Mason to take point and show him to this person. Whether or not Mason would have a say in their discussion would be determined. Samson wouldn't care as long as the cut he was asking for was reasonable depending on the risk of the job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>04-09-2014, 10:10:12</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;present day<br>Location – card game etc<br>Tagging those outside...rather hoping not to tag anyone<br><br>Babs was a careful one, she was clever and a survivor, and mostly the small and slight hellcat knew her place and her job. Of course she had not been hired, but this might be the way, and if not then at least she had made some contacts and met up with an old comrade so it was all good. In the long run it was just another fork in the road, one that would like any other end in the black somewhere. One, which could even find one to a pot of gold…that or an early grave, those were always the questions. <br><br>However there really was a job to be done and this was a favour to an old friend, whether he came up with the goods or no. Babs was not one to come a beggin’ or to sell her soul. For all her faults this gal still had something of the farmer’s daughter there, something pure, if could take a time to find it&nbsp; yes she was there. <br><br><br>Watching the man for a spot of time, he was certainly rather easy on the eyes, if a bit of a pretty boy, however the reader was not here for sightseeing. Thusshe gradually moved around to the others doing her best to keep both the lone gentleman and those on the other sides in her sights. Or at least in her senses.&nbsp; Wanting to try and catch exactly what was being planned and if they were friend or foe, or indeed what their intentions might be. Babs was all but silent, as she slipped through the shadows at a slow pace, remaining alert to signs of danger. Slowing her breathing and almost her heart, so that she might remain even calmer as situations such as this required it. <br><br>If she was caught Babs had a few small plans up her sleeve, to make sure she did not get into too much trouble. However as long as she had not lost the knack she should pretty much be able to pass unnoticed, a walk in a garden was certainly easier and a hell of a lot safer than some of the missions she had done back in the day.<br><br>Babs for now was nothing more than a shadow.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 03:40:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Cocktail Party, Ground Floor<br><br><hr><br>Thalia got as far as the entrance hall maintaining her act, then she stepped around behind the door and burst into a fit of giggles. First it was quiet, then she broken down in uncontrollable fits of laughter, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She noticed a lone bodyguard looking her way, and he couldn't help but smile when she grinned at him. He'd probably think she had too much champagne. It was only when she'd regained her composure that she rubbed her hand on the side of her dress. <em>Oww... that hurt.</em> Poor Santiago must have felt it more. She grimaced at the thought. <em>I may have got into the act a little too accurately.</em> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Okay, so now what do I do?"</span><br><br>Back at the bar, Santiago found the bartender less sympathetic but there was a bar towel, which seemed almost to have been placed there for such an eventuality (or spilled drinks). Chester was nearby with a pint of dark ale, which was more his style than fine champagne. The man drifted over to stand beside Santiago. "I haf'ta say I'm surprised. She seemed like a good lass, but with 'er nose stuck in the air a bit. Now that she's out of the way, we can talk business if you're of an interest to? I've got a job that needs doing and I'm looking for some men to do it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 04:06:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mason Kincaid,</span> <em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson<br>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg) <br>Location - Heading downstairs<br><br><hr><br>Once he was sure Samson was following, Mason led the way downstairs, back the way he'd come. Down through that same room where the card tournament had started - there were around a dozen men playing poker now, and out through the entrance hall where Thalia stood leaning against the wall with an amused expression on her face.<br><br>There was no sign of Babs or Santiago, at least out here.<br><br>(OOC: He'll continue on unless you stop him, and will head on into the party). <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 04:34:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>Like a shadow, Babs followed the lone party guest without being seen. It may have come as a surprise, but there was a large open garden like a field behind the house, sectioned off by a row of trees at its end, which served almost like a fence. He looked definitively like he knew where he was going, and he crossed that grassy expanse and into the wooded area beyond it. It was hard to say with certainty what lay back there, especially at night, but then she heard talk.<br><br>"Max, is that you?" A man's gruff voice carried a note of wariness. "Yeah, who else is it gonna be," the suited man spoke, presumably the one Babs had been following. "Could be anyone. We weren't expecting you back so quickly." The suited man spoke again, "yeah well, we've got trouble. The question is how much. It could be competition." The voices quietened after that, and it became apparent that Babs would need to slink closer to get a better look at what was back there or have a real chance of overhearing anything else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 04:50:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid, Aaron, Sidney<br><br><hr><br>(OOC: I want to give Sidney a chance to reply, but if he hasn't within a couple of days, I will narrate his character forward).<br><br>Astrid was able to narrow down the source of the leak. It would be a bit awkward to fix, but necessary. It would take a bit of creative welding to fix it, but she had the gear. Potentially a new control board as well, but time would tell and there might be one among the salvaged gear.<br><br>Outside, there was a discernable clunk as another ship landed nearby. It was hardly noticeable inside the ship, but it was a familiar enough sound to know.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>09-09-2014, 15:51:43</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fn0hy-8vTeE</div></div>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging some folks the shadows<br><br><br><br>Babs listened carefully to the voices in the darkness, and remained amidst the shadows, still trying to catch more details of what exactly might be going on, and of course the reader was aware she may have to fill in the blanks and make sense of it somehow, yet this was not overly difficult, for one with her training. Well at least one of her expertise. <br><br>The fact was it did not matter if the Captain was going to give her a place on the ship, Nomad was involved and she’d learned one helped out old comrades, even after a few years. Of course some might see her as idealistic, but hell it had got her thus far, why change the ethics of a lifetime.&nbsp; Her breath was so slow now and her eyes sharp, her hearing honed. <br><br>Like some feline Babs moved slowly and with a sinuous feline grace, within&nbsp; the shadows and through the trees, as well as ornaments and other parts of the gardens. She really knew how to remain unseen.<br><br><br><em>Just a little closer…<br><br>Just a little…</em><br><br>One step one paddy paw and another step.<br><br>With her mind sharp and her body tuned Babs was ready for almost any eventuality, she blinked a number&nbsp; of times playing various scenario’s over in her mind, just so she would be ready.<br><br><em>One two buckle my shoe<br>Three four knock at the door…</em><br><br>Babs waited until she could pass on that which was needed or at least as much as she could gather. Still&nbsp; this one&nbsp; knew she needed to be fast, but yet a few more moments might add more to the puzzle. All that mattered now was to keep an ear open for those that might not be expected before her return. Also to keep certain folks safe...<br><br>This Veteran was the Ghost and the Darkness…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 21:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Sidney Leon</span></span></strong>, <em>Potential Pilot </em><br>2519, Present Day<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone <br>Tagging - Open, Astrid.<br>Location-Man's Ruin (Cockpit)<hr><br>&nbsp;Sidney chewed his lip as he sat looking at the screen and the mysterious "blip". He couldn't quite get a true reading on its size or what it, in fact was. It was just...there. He looked up as light was reflected into the cockpit from a ship coming in to land. The lights from the port reflecting off its hull. He looked over to where Sha-li was perched on one of the consoles. "Looks like we're popin' outside" he said with a wink. <br>&nbsp;He reached over and flicked the switch to the intercom. "Hey Astrid, I just steppin' out to see if I can find out what this blip is.....So er, Keep an ear out for me. Kay?" He said as he got up. Experience told him to never fully trust docks and he looked for something that could help in a pinch. Picking up a hefty wrench and large torch (which incidently had some heft to it).&nbsp; He also picked up a small portable com unit, switching to talking into it as opposed to the main coms. "I've got a portable coms with me so I'll let you know when I'm coming back in. If you hear the hatch without me calling. Call me to be sure."&nbsp; He collected his things and left the cockpit, making his way through the ship until he was stood in front of the hatch. He stopped as he heard a flapping noise from behind him. He turned as Sha-li flew down and landed on his shoulder. "Decided to come with me then? he said to her. "Zài yīqǐ" she chirped in response.<br>&nbsp;Sidney made his way outside and round to the port side where the blip was coming from. Playing the light of his torch across the engine and hull. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-09-2014, 12:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Santiago,</span> <em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br>Location - Cocktail Party, Ground Floor, with Chester Burton<br><hr><br>As I wiped at the champagne that Thalia poured on my jacket - with all the mending and stain removal this suit has seen, I figured it was time for some new formalwear - the man from earlier who warned me about the group of men joined me.<br><br><em>"I haf'ta say I'm surprised. She seemed like a good lass, but with 'er nose stuck in the air a bit..."</em><br><br><strong>"Well I ain't surprised one iota at what she done, Mr. Burton.&nbsp; And it's <em>because</em> she's a good lass."</strong><br><br>I looked over in her direction.<br><br><strong>"The finest I ever known, actually."</strong><br><br>But he didn't seem interested in more small talk.&nbsp; Which was good, because I wasn't neither.&nbsp; I looked back at Chester.<br><br><em>"Now that she's out of the way, we can talk business if you're of an interest to? I've got a job that needs doing and I'm looking for some men to do it."</em><br><br><strong>"Well, consider me a man who gets things done.&nbsp; Of course, you may have to wait in line.&nbsp; Got me and my crew - my <em>captain's</em> crew - and <em>his</em> ship - set to take on a job.&nbsp; Then again, depending on the details and nature of the work <em>you</em> have, we <em>might</em> be able to jump you to the head of the line.&nbsp; So, what's this business you mean to discuss?&nbsp; What's the job, and what's the payment?"</strong><br><br>I still felt the burn on my cheek from when Thalia's hand landed on it.&nbsp; Have to say, it was worth it to get a squeeze at her rear.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, that just made me wonder how her bare bottom would look over my knee, my own hand reigning spanks on her pale, firm roundness.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 03:55:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sydney, GM<br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> "Wha...what?" Astrid mumbled as she looked up with surprise. She has been so absorbed into her diagnostic task that she had flat forgotten about Sydney and the 'blip'. "Er, sure. Okay." She muttered back. She would have argued that he should stay on the ship and not open and shut hatches. If there was someone out there they couldn't get in without them letting them in... at least not easily. Besides, it was probably just some drunk or something wandering about. However, experience had taught her not to argue with a man and that letting them walk into a situation would teach them better. <br><br>She went and dug out some tools and parts and laid them out to set in on repairs. The damage wasn't good, but it wasn't awful. She needed only to patch and weld. Although, after she did that it was often something fresh would show. Control board looked a little iffy, but her focus was the leak. <br><br>She half jumped as Sydney's voice came over again. "Sydney, I'm fixin' to weld sumthin' so I may not hear nothin' even if it did happen. I'll try and keep my ears peeled though. However, it may well just be Aaron out there or sumethin'. Where'd the bugger go, anyhow?" It was rather strange that Aaron wasn't around, but she didn't think much of it, and instead started in on patching the leak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 04:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10471834#msg10471834">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 09-09-2014, 04:34:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>Like a shadow, Babs followed the lone party guest without being seen. It may have come as a surprise, but there was a large open garden like a field behind the house, sectioned off by a row of trees at its end, which served almost like a fence. He looked definitively like he knew where he was going, and he crossed that grassy expanse and into the wooded area beyond it. It was hard to say with certainty what lay back there, especially at night, but then she heard talk.<br><br>"Max, is that you?" A man's gruff voice carried a note of wariness. "Yeah, who else is it gonna be," the suited man spoke, presumably the one Babs had been following. "Could be anyone. We weren't expecting you back so quickly." The suited man spoke again, "yeah well, we've got trouble. The question is how much. It could be competition." The voices quietened after that, and it became apparent that Babs would need to slink closer to get a better look at what was back there or have a real chance of overhearing anything else.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Babs Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10473115#msg10473115">Quote from: Senti on 09-09-2014, 15:51:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fn0hy-8vTeE</div></div>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging some folks the shadows<br><br><br><br>Babs listened carefully to the voices in the darkness, and remained amidst the shadows, still trying to catch more details of what exactly might be going on, and of course the reader was aware she may have to fill in the blanks and make sense of it somehow, yet this was not overly difficult, for one with her training. Well at least one of her expertise. <br><br>The fact was it did not matter if the Captain was going to give her a place on the ship, Nomad was involved and she’d learned one helped out old comrades, even after a few years. Of course some might see her as idealistic, but hell it had got her thus far, why change the ethics of a lifetime.&nbsp; Her breath was so slow now and her eyes sharp, her hearing honed. <br><br>Like some feline Babs moved slowly and with a sinuous feline grace, within&nbsp; the shadows and through the trees, as well as ornaments and other parts of the gardens. She really knew how to remain unseen.<br><br><br><em>Just a little closer…<br><br>Just a little…</em><br><br>One step one paddy paw and another step.<br><br>With her mind sharp and her body tuned Babs was ready for almost any eventuality, she blinked a number&nbsp; of times playing various scenario’s over in her mind, just so she would be ready.<br><br><em>One two buckle my shoe<br>Three four knock at the door…</em><br><br>Babs waited until she could pass on that which was needed or at least as much as she could gather. Still&nbsp; this one&nbsp; knew she needed to be fast, but yet a few more moments might add more to the puzzle. All that mattered now was to keep an ear open for those that might not be expected before her return. Also to keep certain folks safe...<br><br>This Veteran was the Ghost and the Darkness…<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img673/7898/ebGtLD.jpg)</div> <br>Babs made it to the line of trees without being noticed, as far as she could tell. There were no shouts, shady figures in the darkness nor anyone trying to kill her. All of that war-time practise had leant her a great deal of stealth. Once she got a look through that treeline, she knew there was a ship back there, landed and powered down. It was a bit bigger than Man's Ruin but it had a more sleek profile, suggesting it was probably newer and built with a greater emphasis on speed than cargo. That said, it was hard to make out the specifics of it in the darkness. She could tell that the bay door was open, with one man standing on the ramp while 'Max' sat on the side of it, puffing on a cigar. <br><br>No, they didn't know she was there. There was some clattering inside the ship, suggesting another person in there, but she got no line of sight on the cause. The men were silent, then the man Max had spoken to - he was tall with a beard, and had firearms holstered on each hip - expressed his misgivings. "There's always gonna be someone tryin'a get the better of us. It just so happens that we know who it is this time. They attack us, we put them down like the dogs they are. It ain't gonna stop the job gettin' done, and I doubt that's their care. They want the asset and that ain't gonna happen." <br><br>Max sighed. "I wish they would just attack us and be done with it. Then we'd know they ain't gonna be following us or we don't need to deal with their shit later. All I need is the Captain's say so and I'd put a bullet in 'em right now." The man on he ramp answered. "That's not the plan. We stick to the plan til we hear otherwise." Max grunted, then stubbed out his cigar on the ground, and walked up into the ship leaving the bearded man on guard duty alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>20-09-2014, 03:40:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Santiago<br><br><hr><br>Chester merely grunted at Santiago's assertion Thalia was all that great. It might've been his imagination, but he thought from the outset that the woman was judging him. Then again, half the people in the room were probably doing that self-same thing.<br><br>"I got the impression you were that sort. Eh?" he asked, when Santiago said he'd have to wait in line. He nodded when Santiago explained about the job he had lined up, but there was a sense of something in it, like it rang a bell with him. "Here's not the place to talk about it. Outside, maybe or up them stairs. Somewhere there's not all these people round."&nbsp; <br><br>He caught a small glimpse out of the corner of his eye of that group of men in the room - the ones he was on poor terms with, so chances were the job - whatever it might be, mightn't be entirely unrelated to their presence. Either that, or he didn't want them learning of it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 10:30:32</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fn0hy-8vTeE</div></div>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging those that need to know<br><br><br>Babs watched and listened for a littlie longer but not too long, though in the past she had been very much a lone wolf, Nomad had asked for her help, and passing on information might just be that ticket to ride. Whatever it was even if it was just for old times sake, it was time to pass on what she already knew before she returned. The the large man with the beard was of little consequence and would be and easy silent kill, she was still not altogether sure who was who in this possible three way game of chess.<br><br>This time the slight young woman was quicker but no less silent on her return to Nomad, this would be nothing more than a word in his ear before she returned to play the snooping game, as yet there would be no violence. So suing all her little trick and her brainpan Babs returned she slipped in and mingled grabbing a drink that was not drunk and then padded towards her old army buddy. With little more than a whisper, <strong>“Darlin’there is a somthin’ goin’ on outside, shiny ship and talk. Only seed a big guy and one called Max.Goin’back, now, warn tha boss o’ yours.”</strong> She passed on anything else he needed to know&nbsp; With that Babs was off again simple as, well simple. If he remembered her right she always did a job fight and there was no messing about, and if anyone needed offing they were heading to the black, make no mistake.<br><br>Yes Babs returned to the shadows and continued to look on carefully, damn all this way and rather than a good game of cards she was in the gardens watching a bruiser. This at the moment was not her time to make the calls she was just the eyes and ears. <br><br><em>I know Vim is leaving (sorry to see you go.) But I thought she would pass that message on.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 23:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia<hr><br>"This takes me back." Samson commented with a little smile as they passed the poker parlour while they made it back to the entrance hall. Lots of people watching, that was what the Captain of the Man's Ruin was doing. One person in particular came into sight and he halted Mason for a moment. "Mason Kincaid, may I introduce you to Thalia Linnea, Thalia this is our host tonight. Mason Kincaid." He made the proper introductions, something Thalia would not have seen him. Even back when he killed her date, it was rare for Samson to act with proper etiquette as they didn't attend parties often. <br><br>"Where did the others get off too? Staying out of trouble I hope." He asked about the other members of his crew. Whether or not Mason would ask Thalia to come along was up to him, Samson had no say either way in the matter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 04:38:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sidney<br><br><hr><br>It was hard to get a good look at the ship in the darkness, even with the torch and nearby lights set at intervals along the side of the landing bays. Man's Ruin was big, but Sidney's persistence paid off. There was a thin, disc-like shape on the lower port side in around the area the sensor scans had indicated, about a hand-span across. It wasn't set too far from the engine and it was just about.. yes, within reach. Sidney had only recently signed on to the ship, but this was an oddity of the intentional kind. The question was 'did it belong there?' because on a ship, the answer would ordinarily be 'no'.<br><br>Eavesdown weren't exactly silent, but sha-li bristled her feathers moments before Sidney heard approaching footsteps. If he turned around to look, he would be met with the sight of a young woman approaching. "Hello there," she said with a girlish smile. "My, what a big ship you have. A Firefly class?" She moved more easily into his field of vision, blinking slightly at the light's brightness. The tarmac seemed very quiet, but for the two of them talking. A casually-dressed redhead in a chocolate brown dress and beige leather jacket, she seemed at ease. Quite harmless looking, really. "I was wondering if you could help me with something? If this isn't a bad time."<br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img538/845/Az0Jt8.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 04:52:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid<br><br><hr><br>The welding was slow going, but she was getting the leak nicely sealed. The problem wasn't just in getting to the exact area to weld it correctly, it was to avoid showering the delicate electronics in sparks at the same time. As she got nearer the control interface it became that much more awkward, but she was getting there.<br><br>Aaron didn't suddenly materialise and Astrid had no way of hearing the conversation outside the ship, at least until she and Sidney spoke again. Bit by bit, the job was getting done. When she did turn down the flame, there was a distant sound of footsteps on the ship, which suggested Aaron was still getting around.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 16:30:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sheydran Corsei</span>, <em>Companion</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> At the party<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicola<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=128466547)<br><br><hr><br><strong>"We do indeed,"</strong> Shey said lightly in answer to Nicola's question about Shey's training. <strong>"We train for years before we're allowed to test to Register and have to learn both sides of many arts. Dancing, conversation, music, riding..."</strong> said and let her voice trail off just slightly on the last word, giving it just the slightest edge to make it seem far more suggestive than it normally would in the small list she'd given. She didn't punctuate it with the sidelong look many would have however, leaving Nicola to wonder if Shey had meant it in the suggestive manner it had sounded, or if it was merely the other woman's hopes and expectations coloring that simple statement.<br><br><strong>"Londinium produces a fair number of well trained instructors,"</strong> Shey continued after the briefest of pauses. <strong>"I'm not at all surprised that your father ensured you could dance well. It seems to be the expectation once a daughter becomes a part of a certain socio-economic class, that she'll achieve the ability to perform well at certain things, dancing being one of them. I think between your skills and mine, we'll be the envy of the floor,"</strong> she added with a playful grin as she watched Nicola choose a glass of chardonnay while she chose a dark merlot for herself to sip at. Most of the night she would drink water - it wouldn't do for a Companion to become intoxicated! - but one glass of wine with her client wouldn't harm anything, especially if it helped to put Nicola at ease.<br><br>Wanting to give the other woman a chance to speak and shine she requested, <strong>"These are your people, why don't you show me around and tell me who is worth knowing, and who you would be amused to make jealous this evening?"</strong><br><br>If she saw any of the crew of the ship she'd just signed on with, no one would know it. Her attention seemed firmly fixed on her partner, though she was actually well aware of those she knew when she passed through their sphere's of attention. Thalia would understand why Shey ignored them all, she just hoped the rest wouldn't disturb her at her work as well!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 04:51:22</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samson's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10521839#msg10521839">Quote from: Aiden on 22-09-2014, 23:41:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia<hr><br>"This takes me back." Samson commented with a little smile as they passed the poker parlour while they made it back to the entrance hall. Lots of people watching, that was what the Captain of the Man's Ruin was doing. One person in particular came into sight and he halted Mason for a moment. "Mason Kincaid, may I introduce you to Thalia Linnea, Thalia this is our host tonight. Mason Kincaid." He made the proper introductions, something Thalia would not have seen him. Even back when he killed her date, it was rare for Samson to act with proper etiquette as they didn't attend parties often. <br><br>"Where did the others get off too? Staying out of trouble I hope." He asked about the other members of his crew. Whether or not Mason would ask Thalia to come along was up to him, Samson had no say either way in the matter.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em> (and Mason Kincaid)<br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Shey, Santiago, Mason, Babs (mentioned)<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - Entrance Halls, near the doors opening on to the party.<br><br><hr><br>Thalia took a peek around the corner of the doors to see if it was time to return to the cocktail party yet. It took a moment's searching to find Santiago over by the bar, where he was talking to Chester. Both men had serious looks on their faces and she wondered what it was they might be talking about. When she turned back around, she saw Samson and another man walk in through the opposite doorway, from the direction of the poker tournament. "Samson," she said, id-ing him at once. She nodded to Mason in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for.. well, for inviting Samson but I'm very much enjoying your party." <em>Santiago and I timed the face slapping well. If I'd hit Santiago right as he walked in, that may have been harder to live down.</em><br><br>As it was, she hoped this wouldn't mean she had to walk back in now and pretend everything was shiny. Everything other than Santiago's face. But then what was a face slapping by comparison to a beheading? "Santiago's in there," she indicated the room beyond to Samson, where the party was back in full swing, "talking to a fellow named Chester. He's-" Mason answered, "-A Browncoat friend of mine." She considered telling him about the ill feeling between Chester and the suited men, but decided to leave it. What did she even know of Mason? Besides, she didn't want to jump into saying anything she couldn't take back when a job was on the line. "Babs stepped out for a few minutes to.. er.. powder her nose." The look she gave Samson seemed to add the meaning 'or do whatever it is that Babs does'.<br><br>"Shey, I haven't seen.. actually, there she is over there." She must have come in through one of the other doors, but she was in the party now, accompanied by her client. Both were lovely in their dresses, especially Shey. Her client had a slightly shy look about her, but she appeared quite thrilled to be in Shey's company. "Well well," Mason said, "it looks like young Nicola's getting more daring. What would her father think?" This seemed to amuse him greatly. "I'll introduce you to Dale," he said to Samson. "I'd suggest you only bring the girl along if she's going to be a part of this." That was all he said, before he nodded respectfully to Thalia and walked in through the doors, pointing out one of the men among the group Chester had indicated.<br><br>He caught his gaze, gesturing with his head to the side and the man stepped away from the group to talk with them alone.<br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/6795/qtPsJf.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 19:17:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">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.msg10522894#msg10522894">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 23-09-2014, 04:38:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sidney<br><br><hr><br>It was hard to get a good look at the ship in the darkness, even with the torch and nearby lights set at intervals along the side of the landing bays. Man's Ruin was big, but Sidney's persistence paid off. There was a thin, disc-like shape on the lower port side in around the area the sensor scans had indicated, about a hand-span across. It wasn't set too far from the engine and it was just about.. yes, within reach. Sidney had only recently signed on to the ship, but this was an oddity of the intentional kind. The question was 'did it belong there?' because on a ship, the answer would ordinarily be 'no'.<br><br>Eavesdown weren't exactly silent, but sha-li bristled her feathers moments before Sidney heard approaching footsteps. If he turned around to look, he would be met with the sight of a young woman approaching. "Hello there," she said with a girlish smile. "My, what a big ship you have. A Firefly class?" She moved more easily into his field of vision, blinking slightly at the light's brightness. The tarmac seemed very quiet, but for the two of them talking. A casually-dressed redhead in a chocolate brown dress and beige leather jacket, she seemed at ease. Quite harmless looking, really. "I was wondering if you could help me with something? If this isn't a bad time."<br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img538/845/Az0Jt8.jpg)<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Sidney turned with a start at the voice behind him. Turning to face a woman, who to refer to as stunning would be an insult. Sidney quickly composed himself or at least hoped he looked like he had. Before smiling back at her with a lopsided smile. "Er, Hi." he said by way of greeting "My, what a big ship you have. A Firefly class?" Despite himself, Sidney gulped slightly. Something seemed off at just how disarming she was. "Don't be stupid man" Sidney thought to himself. "Aye she's a fine ship" he said looking up at Man's Ruin before looking back at the woman. "But shent mine. I'm just the one who's gunna be flyin' her" <br>&nbsp;He cocked his head slightly when she mentioned that she needed help with something. "Well. She's playin' up a bit" he said looking back up at the ship. "But dependin' on what it is, I might be able to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 10:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia<hr><br>Samson only nodded once as Thallia gave him the details on the crew. No altercations, he should be happy about that, especially when Santiago was involved. With the introductions done, he turned and offered his arm to Thalia. Protocol was to be heeded for these type of shindigs. "Quite a charmer isn't he." Samson commented on Mason's behavior. <br><br>"Is it me, or does he look a little angry to you?" He whispered to Thalia, in regard to the man "named" Dale, as they followed after Mason to meet with the man pulling off on his own. It was then it dawned on him, was this job exclusive or was they on the cusp of a bidding war? Samson would not put it past Mason, despite all his talk for the "right man", an argument could be made for the "right and cheapest" man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 22:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bab's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10520054#msg10520054">Quote from: Senti on 22-09-2014, 10:30:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fn0hy-8vTeE</div></div>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging those that need to know<br><br><br>Babs watched and listened for a littlie longer but not too long, though in the past she had been very much a lone wolf, Nomad had asked for her help, and passing on information might just be that ticket to ride. Whatever it was even if it was just for old times sake, it was time to pass on what she already knew before she returned. The the large man with the beard was of little consequence and would be and easy silent kill, she was still not altogether sure who was who in this possible three way game of chess.<br><br>This time the slight young woman was quicker but no less silent on her return to Nomad, this would be nothing more than a word in his ear before she returned to play the snooping game, as yet there would be no violence. So suing all her little trick and her brainpan Babs returned she slipped in and mingled grabbing a drink that was not drunk and then padded towards her old army buddy. With little more than a whisper, <strong>“Darlin’there is a somthin’ goin’ on outside, shiny ship and talk. Only seed a big guy and one called Max.Goin’back, now, warn tha boss o’ yours.”</strong> She passed on anything else he needed to know&nbsp; With that Babs was off again simple as, well simple. If he remembered her right she always did a job fight and there was no messing about, and if anyone needed offing they were heading to the black, make no mistake.<br><br>Yes Babs returned to the shadows and continued to look on carefully, damn all this way and rather than a good game of cards she was in the gardens watching a bruiser. This at the moment was not her time to make the calls she was just the eyes and ears. <br><br><em>I know Vim is leaving (sorry to see you go.) But I thought she would pass that message on.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>While the others hadn't yet noticed her presence, Babs was back in the ballroom before Samson &amp; Co. caught up with their client. Santiago was real focused, talking with Chester when Babs made her way over, so he took a step away and turned his head with the intent she'd tell him quiet-like what she had to say. "Hmmmh," he said, looking around to see if the 'climate' in the room had changed. One or two people observed Chester, but no one was paying Babs or himself much attention.<br><br>"I will when I get the chance." He was interested in the information, but he was also careful not to show anything out of the ordinary was going on when Babs was talking to him. "Keep an eye out but don't get seen. If trouble's headed our way directly, you come back and tell us. Watch out for Chester's lot." He watched her go, then moved back over to talk to Chester. Babs' information cleared up one detail for him. There was definitely a ship out there, which meant Chester might be telling the truth.<br><br>Babs made her way back outside without encountering the others from Man's Ruin. Once in the shadows, she found the ship guarded by the bruiser, with the cargo bay door still open. There was the slight rustle of trees, the distant thrum of music, but no sign of anyone else.. until a branch snapped, not too far off to the west of her position. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 00:25:31</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">From Thalia's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div>... "Shey, I haven't seen.. actually, there she is over there." She must have come in through one of the other doors, but she was in the party now, accompanied by her client. Both were lovely in their dresses, especially Shey. Her client had a slightly shy look about her, but she appeared quite thrilled to be in Shey's company. "Well well," Mason said, "it looks like young Nicola's getting more daring. What would her father think?" This seemed to amuse him greatly. "I'll introduce you to Dale," he said to Samson. "I'd suggest you only bring the girl along if she's going to be a part of this." That was all he said, before he nodded respectfully to Thalia and walked in through the doors, pointing out one of the men among the group Chester had indicated.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img540/4059/b7514d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nicola Livia Douglas,</span> <em>Shey's Client</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Tagging - Shey<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/8895/11e726.jpg).<br>Location - At the Party<br><br><hr><br>Nicola's eyes glittered beneath the bright lights of the ballroom and she was clearly enjoying herself, just being in Shey's company. She tried to be those things she thought a client should be - confident and attentive, but her own shyness and naivety showed through a little. "It doesn't surprise me that you would learn so much from um.. different sides." She didn't miss Shey's suggestive reference. "I didn't know until recently that Companions were trained in so many things. I did some research before I made the decision to contact you. You are advisors - yes, as well? I am wondering, what kinds of matters do you advise about?" <br><br>She had smiled brightly at Shey's talk of the dancing. It was clearly something she enjoyed. "It feels to me like.. a creative.. escape. Like the whole world gets put on hold for a while, while you dance and sometimes it is one of the few socially-acceptable ways to spend time with someone that you like. I think that's why I tried to learn to dance well - not just the colour, and the flow, and the movement, and the music, but because for a little while I feel like I'm free. Only I am, just sometimes.. it doesn't seem like it. My father is a difficult man, but I think I've talked of him enough for one night."<br><br>She sipped at her chardonnay, at the same pace as Shey. "I think you may be right, we may be the envy of the crowd. I suspect some of the men may think, 'well that's just not fair' when they see us dancing together." She grinned at this, and nodded at Shey's request. "I would be happy to introduce you and tell you who to make jealous, though there might not be much point in that." She didn't say why, but a slight sadness entered her eyes. <em>Hmm, so who now shall I introduce you to? Sir Alderidge? Too boring. Atherton Wing? Too interesting, not to mention mean.</em> <br><br>"There are some important people about. Sir Alderidge and Sir Harrow - they are Lords, which may already be apparent by their names and the red sashes. Dan Xadian, he runs a transport ship out of Londinium, which may not be that interesting to you. He always has interesting stories, though. Lucy and Megan Veros, the blondes over there. They're sisters but rumours have it, not just sisters, if you know what I mean? They're quite friendly to talk to and both look to inherit their mother's ranch. <br><br>Melissa Keneer," she indicated a rather quiet looking brunette in a deep blue dress, who was talking with a grandfatherly figure. "She was my girlfriend, until she met someone else. I guess she is one of the ones to make jealous." She said this with a hesitant shrug of her shoulders. "The man in the brown coat is Chester Burton. I know he was some kind of war hero for the Independents." And he was talking with Santiago. "I'd say maybe half of the people in this room are ship-folk, the same way Mason is."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 04:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sidney's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10546431#msg10546431">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 29-09-2014, 19:17:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">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>&nbsp;Sidney turned with a start at the voice behind him. Turning to face a woman, who to refer to as stunning would be an insult. Sidney quickly composed himself or at least hoped he looked like he had. Before smiling back at her with a lopsided smile. "Er, Hi." he said by way of greeting "My, what a big ship you have. A Firefly class?" Despite himself, Sidney gulped slightly. Something seemed off at just how disarming she was. "Don't be stupid man" Sidney thought to himself. "Aye she's a fine ship" he said looking up at Man's Ruin before looking back at the woman. "But shent mine. I'm just the one who's gunna be flyin' her" <br>&nbsp;He cocked his head slightly when she mentioned that she needed help with something. "Well. She's playin' up a bit" he said looking back up at the ship. "But dependin' on what it is, I might be able to help.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 21:19:23</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging some folks the shadows<br><br><br>Babs knew that the message would be passed on some way, just as long as those that needed to know did know the small amount of information she had found out. Hopefully it would be of some help. If Nomad had thought she had talent back in the day then now she had truly honed her skills. Unnoticed as far as she was aware, the way the reader moved was as if she was a part of the foliage, using its actions seemed to mirror it; this was how she passed padding through the night like some unseen presence. <br><br>Her nostrils flared a little and it was almost as if Bab’s ears twitched a little, trying to catch any noise, which might be unusual. She did an almost start on hearing the branch crack, but was able to remain calm, reminding herself a&nbsp; branch was often just a branch, and nothing to worry about, yet it was a warning not to be too complacent.<br><br>With that in mind but being yet more careful and occasionally glancing up, with caution as well as no little trepidation, Babs moved slowly… closer, always alert. She would be ready for attacks, still her heart rate was still slow for now and her breath even. With weapons Babs might have felt safer, but the slight young woman had shocked more than a few larger males in her time.<br><br><em>Tick Tock Tick Tock,</em> the time passed slow slowly or seemed to as the slight young woman focused all her senses in the area about her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 03:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thalia Linnea,</span> <em>Medic</em> (and Mason Kincaid)<br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Mason &amp; Santiago<br>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg). <br>Location - At the party/In the ballroom<br><br><hr><br>"That's one way to put it." Thalia smiled as she said it, her expression lending itself to a touch of sarcasm. She took Samson's arm, thoughts of the masquerade party long ago put aside as she wondered just who this client was and what he had in store for the crew. Her companion training found its way to the fore as she entered the room with him and Mason, a little sheepish after her earlier slap. They drew a few looks for that reason. Their contact - hmm, how would she describe a man like that? "I think you're right. He looks a bit irritated but also very serious. He doesn't look like a 'Dale', does he?"<br><br>Samson and Thalia soon caught up with Mason. "I would suggest we talk alone privately," Dale said. He spoke in English but with a strong Chinese accent. "There is a room off to the side. I locked the door, so it wouldn't be used by the guests," Mason replied. He indicated the side of the ballroom nearby. "Does that meet with your approval?" Mason asked, not just of Dale but Samson as well. Thalia seemed fairly invisible to him. Dale nodded, and waited for him to lead the way. That was if Samson had no protest. Nearby, Santiago noticed that Samson and Thalia had returned. He was starting to make his way over.<br><br>As far as appearances went, Dale was a very well-dressed man. More than that, he seemed refined and rather dangerous, in a way that was hard to justify considering he had hardly spoken a word. It was in how he stood, how he looked and in how he moved, as if he possessed the heart of a predator but was perfectly controlled, and more than that, at ease. He had no reason .. presently, to be anything other than civil, so he was being civil. However, there was something about him that gave the distinct impression that he was capable of more. He was choosing not to exercise that capability. As a fighting man, Samson would've seen that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 10:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr><br>"You can feel the tension in the room, good thing they took away everyone's guns." Samson joked as they followed after Dale and Mason. He had no qualms on the meeting place, the parlor was no place for such matters. Anyone could eavesdrop or be looking to snag the job, Samson was not a fan of the time and place for jobs but it was out of his hands. <br><br>Santiago joined them, the core members of the group. Time would tell if the others made the cut. Once they were all in, Samson motioned for Santiago to cover the door. "Dale was it? We going to make formal introductions or the less you know the better?" Samson decided to get to the point. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 22:31:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10522953#msg10522953">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 23-09-2014, 04:52:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid<br><br><hr><br>The welding was slow going, but she was getting the leak nicely sealed. The problem wasn't just in getting to the exact area to weld it correctly, it was to avoid showering the delicate electronics in sparks at the same time. As she got nearer the control interface it became that much more awkward, but she was getting there.<br><br>Aaron didn't suddenly materialise and Astrid had no way of hearing the conversation outside the ship, at least until she and Sidney spoke again. Bit by bit, the job was getting done. When she did turn down the flame, there was a distant sound of footsteps on the ship, which suggested Aaron was still getting around.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>, <em>Mechanic</em><br>2519, present evening<br>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Sydney, GM<br>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br>Location - Man's Ruin <br><hr> Astrid assumed Sydney would stay out of trouble and became thoroughly absorbed in her work. One could hardly deny that she was good at her what she did. She was the best in some parts. Though that didn't mean that bits of it weren't tedious. Like welding for example, one wrong move or lost of focus, and you could either melt the wrong thing, or burn the flesh off your bones. Especially when trying to do tight corners and avoid delicate things, like control panels. <br><br>She finally lowered the flame and inspected her work. Making sure she got it good and sealed so it wouldn't leak again, before moving on to inspect the control panel. Goggles off and flame off, her ears cleared as she scooted a seat closer to look. However, she was distracted off her inspection by the distance clang of footsteps on the ship. She turned her head and craned her heck to look towards the entrance of the engine room. "Sydney? Aarron? That one of y'all stomping around?" She called, assuming it was one of the two, since the others probably weren't back from the party yet. It didn't occur to her somebody different might be on the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 21:18:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">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 onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sidney's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">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>&nbsp;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>&nbsp;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.' &nbsp;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. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 02:54:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>As Babs moved closer, which was also nearer to where she'd heard the twig snap, the source of the noise was elusive. It seemed to be nothing, but her reader ability began to nag at her, unwilling to believe that truth. Then she saw it, a patch of leaf matter on the ground that didn't look quite right. It would've been so easy to mistake, if it wasn't for that sixth sense that told her someone.. or something was there.<br><br>There was a distinct shape on the ground, like a flat boulder that lay beneath a large tree, while smaller, skinnier trees characterised the treeline. The question was - had she already been noticed and what was she going to do about it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 03:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samson's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10575861#msg10575861">Quote from: Aiden on 08-10-2014, 10:31:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr><br>"You can feel the tension in the room, good thing they took away everyone's guns." Samson joked as they followed after Dale and Mason. He had no qualms on the meeting place, the parlor was no place for such matters. Anyone could eavesdrop or be looking to snag the job, Samson was not a fan of the time and place for jobs but it was out of his hands. <br><br>Santiago joined them, the core members of the group. Time would tell if the others made the cut. Once they were all in, Samson motioned for Santiago to cover the door. "Dale was it? We going to make formal introductions or the less you know the better?" Samson decided to get to the point.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Meeting Room, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Thalia, Santiago, (Mason &amp; Dale)<br><br><hr><br>Mason nodded matter-of-factly. "Yes, I'm all too aware some of the guests don't like each other. The point is they're equally welcome and I'm not choosing one side over another. They can get along for one night." He looked to Santiago when the man caught up, then when the First Mate fell into step beside Samson, he walked on into the room. Once all were in the door was closed. 'Dale' set up a small, circular device in the centre of the table and switched it on. "White noise generator," Mason said, before there were concerned questions. "Standard protocol." In centuries past, secrets were shared near running water, because it made conversation harder to overhear. This just carried a more modern twist, so listening devices in the vicinity would be rendered useless. It may have been noted that the room also had no windows. The only door in or out had a cocktail party on the other side.<br><br>The room itself contained an oval wooden table, like a board room. Dale's men waited outside, so it was just himself, Samson, Mason, Thalia and Santiago. There was a bottle of brandy and glasses nearby, but the Chinese businessman paid these no attention. "I like to know who is working for me, but my name is all I can give you. I trust you understand this." He straightened his coat, and left the crew to their introductions. "I can tell you very little about the job, until you commit to carrying it out. It involves the retrieval of a piece of technology from a compound off-world. Payment is 30,000 credits. 10,000 upfront, and 20,000 on delivery of the item. What do you need to know to make your decision?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 03:35:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Man's Ruin, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br>Tagging - Astrid, Aaron (NPC)<br><br><hr><br>At first there was silence, and then Aaron called back. "It's just me, getting a protein bar." A door slammed shut as he went out to the mess hall, leaving at least one mystery solved. He had been laying low since he'd arrived, but then he was a computer hacker and they weren't always known for being the most social of individuals.<br><br>There was another mystery. One thing became apparent to Astrid during the process of her intricate welding, and it was this. The crash shouldn't have caused this much damage. This section of the engine was too well-protected. It had taken a concerted effort just to reach it, to weld it back into shape. Someone must have tampered with it to keep Man's Ruin grounded. The question was who.. and when? There had been many temporary workers on the ship while the repairs were being carried out. It seemed that someone had taken a chance and gone to a lot of trouble. Someone with a solid working knowledge of engines.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 03:57:53</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sidney's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10582963#msg10582963">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 10-10-2014, 21:18:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/1934868-3x2-940x627.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">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>&nbsp;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>&nbsp;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.' &nbsp;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. "<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">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>"Oh I didn't mean it that way," she said with a soft laugh, which from her smiling lips was undeniably alluring. "What I mean is, I took you for a long-term crew member. I'm sure it must take a lot of skill, and the Captain must trust in yours, to let you fly his ship. So probation or not, I wouldn't underestimate that at all." As much as she put a positive spin on it, Lilith felt she spoke the truth.<br><br>A breeze over the tarmac smelled feintly of fuel, but it also carried the scent of jasmine. That floral scent could have come from nowhere else but her perfume. "It's a shame he isn't here, but it's a pleasure to talk with you.. I.. I don't think I got your name?" She gave him a playful smile that practically begged him to tell her who he was. "I would love to come on board but I don't want to get you in trouble, especially when you're a new pilot. Besides, if he's angry then he might not want to hire me. I guess I'll have to see if I'm not too busy later and see if the Captain's around."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-10-2014, 19:56:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr><br>"Straight to business, I like that." Samson nodded, listening to the few details about the job. <br><br>"Define retrieval." He asked, the word could mean many thing. "Some sort of "retrievals" are more expensive than the other kinds if you get my drift." Samson hinted that something transported might be cheaper than something he would need to "acquire on site" (Steal).<br><br>"As for my credentials, if you really need them, then you can't afford me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 19:24:48</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging some folks the shadows<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEQNAZGoZrw</div></div><br>Babs let her nose twitch her nostrils flared again, she could smell the scent of oil, but that could have been from the ship, this was curious. She felt that tingling, of course it might be a smidgen of paranoia. Still it was always better to be safe than sorry. It was unlikely she had been seen but it was always a possibility there was another pause careful…silent… ghost…<br><br>Two ways, stay hidden perhaps even climb or stay hidden in plain sight. After all she was nothing more than a bimbo in a dress that might have lost her way. Just a moment and Babs was ready, she moved quietly to the tree and looked briefly at the depression in the ground. Everything now was on more than alert, but was not quite fight or flight. Still if attacked she was ready, more than ready, it had been some time since Babs had actually had a challenge.<br><br>If there had been chop sticks the slight ‘delicate’ killer had them in her clothing they were not weapons were they. Also they were no even metal, but needs must when the inner demons drived. So still aware there might be someone about and even worse there might be someone that had seen her Babs moved in the shadows and in the end used the tree as a vantage point, it was only when she felt safe did she climb it to perhaps see a little more.<br><br>Everything was almost in slow motion, for her now, it was as if her eyes could even follow the briefest moments of the trees, of the earth. For just now she was just gathering information. But Woe betide if someone got violent.<br><br>It was a waiting game…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 03:38:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Samson's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10600686#msg10600686">Quote from: Aiden on 16-10-2014, 19:56:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr><br>"Straight to business, I like that." Samson nodded, listening to the few details about the job. <br><br>"Define retrieval." He asked, the word could mean many thing. "Some sort of "retrievals" are more expensive than the other kinds if you get my drift." Samson hinted that something transported might be cheaper than something he would need to "acquire on site" (Steal).<br><br>"As for my credentials, if you really need them, then you can't afford me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Meeting Room, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Thalia, Santiago, (Mason &amp; Dale)<br><br><hr><br>"It is merely what we are here to discuss," Dale said.<br><br>"The compound is protected by between 20 and 30 security personnel, though only a third may be working at a given time. The item I require is small enough for one man to carry, poses no danger in or of itself, and is primarily metallic in nature. You or your people would need to penetrate the compound and retrieve the item, then meet us at a rendezvous point we would provide.<br><br>"I will tell you upfront that this is not an Alliance facility and does not have the same level of resources as one."<br><br>The man looked unimpressed that Samson was not forthcoming with his credentials but he didn't push the issue.<br><br>Thalia ventured a question. "You say only a third of the men would be working. What about the others? Do they come and go or would they be in the compound too?" He answered in a straightforward manner. "They would be in the compound."<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Firefly Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imageshack.com/a/img834/6186/wr8uv.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">(Click on map to view larger)</span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>24-10-2014, 04:03:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>There was no movement from the figure hiding on the ground as Babs made her way around and began to climb the tree. She may not have been seen - if he was facing the direction she thought, it would've compromised his attempts at camoflage.<br><br>(OOC: He is either wearing one of these (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghillie_suit) or something like it.)<br><br>The tree trunk creaked alarmingly as she began to climb, and the rustle of leaves was anything but silent. At first the figure on the ground was perfectly still, then it swiftly rose, turned around and pointed a pistol of some sort right at her.<br><br>Obviously a man, he said in a calm, steady voice. "Get down from the tree."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 14:27:26</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging Mister Frottage.<br><br>Best use of the accent also kind of fitted as a song.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg69R4xTcnE</div></div><br>Babs tilted her head, <strong>“Well rut I ‘ave ‘ad some odd customers in ma time I thought climbin’ a tree was a might weird, but I aint one fer costumes... guns…that aint real is it sir, I was telled no guns here.</strong>”&nbsp; She gave her best smile, and it was rather cute, yes she was starting to play a part really rather well. “Look I know ya’all likely got me on the cheap, and I am no yah know companion style…but I aint up fer some tricks” It was then the reader gave a wide eyed look that was most convincing, and shuddered a little.<br><br><strong>“Really I was just telled to come ‘ere and wait fer a guest…yah know a friend…fer the night. But no gun’s and yer costume is a might creepy. They said there were no guns’ allowed ‘ere that’s pretend right?”</strong> Still shaking a little Babs looked altogether the part of some innocent cheap knock off of a companion. <strong>“Ya’ll are A Mister Frottage Johnson Smyth the third…Oh my if not I am so embarrassed…yer making me real nervous, Mister Frottage…I can call you that or would ye’all rather I called yah that special name?”</strong><br><br>Babs was talking up a storm with that sweet little southern, white trash style. All the while she was with the other part of her brain working out exactly how to kill him with as little noise as possible, but of course that was a last ditch event. She did have some more awkward and somewhat uncomfortable little additives to the rouse too.<br><br>The girl certainly did not look like any sort of assassin and her common tongue was no put on accent it was real. The reality was there really were some people with ‘unusual’ tastes, and they usually did end up at parties like this. She was hoping that she looked the part. The point was Babs had been in worse binds than this, the fact that the tree was noise almost helped to her story. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-10-2014, 21:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br>2519, present day<br>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr><br>"Thirty heads and an extraction with rendezvous, you are looking at 30,000 down and another 30,000 on completion. That is if you go with me, there are plenty of greenhorns looking to cut their teeth but I guess it depends on how badly you want this Mr. Dale. You send in one crew who doesn't get it on the first try, you now have fifty heads and my price goes up to 100,000. Ohh...and you pay for Mason's cut out of your own pocket." He glanced towards his old friend with a grin. <br><br>Samson was pretty firm on the price,with a new crew he needed more to divvy up the earnings with them and keep the risk to his own ship. 60k was a fair number, especially with the danger of the job itself. Compound, Samson wouldn't underestimate just what they would find. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 03:53:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br>Tagging - Babs<br><br><hr><br>"I assure you, the gun is quite real." It was dark, but the sleekness of the pistol coupled with a somewhat posh accent confirmed he was either a coreworlder or one of the rich sort on this border world. "You can talk all you want, but as I told you, get down from the tree now. No reaching for any weapons or I will shoot you. So you're saying what, you're a party guest or a whore?" Even within his ghillie suit, his eyebrows rose at being called Mr Frottage. How could they not? It was a very strange sight, like an armed, man-sized ent, come to life.<br><br>"If you're really a whore, then you can climb down and take your clothes off - nice and slow. All of them." Either he was a perve or he was testing her honesty and resolve.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 04:14:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Meeting Room, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Thalia, Santiago, (Mason &amp; Dale)<br><br><hr><br>Dale looked somewhat taken aback when Samson demanded double the payment he was offering. It was a facade of course. This was how business was done, but there was no way under Persephone's white sun he would be meeting that price.<br><br>"My arrangement was made with Mister Kincaid. Greenhorns would not be part of the deal, regardless of whether I hire you for this job or not. I am telling you what I can offer you, and that is all." He turned to look Mason's way, noticing the man's stoic expression in response. "There will be no extra cuts paid in addition to the payment. That is the payment in its entirity," Dale added. Mason eventually nodded at this.<br><br>A heartbeat passed, and a slight annoyance registered in Dale's eyes. "40,000 and I will go no higher. If this doesn't meet your needs, then Mister Kincaid will have to find another crew who would accept such a generous payment for the retrieval of this item. That is 15,000 down and 25,000 on completion." He waited to see if Samson would accept his offer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmberStarfire</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 17:30:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM Post</span><br>Mason Kincaid's Party, Meeting Room, Persephone<br>Tagging - Samson, Thalia, Santiago, (Mason &amp; Dale) *Following Mumble Discussion<br><br><hr><br>When it became clear that Dale would not budge further on the amount and had already discussed financial arrangements with Mason, the price was set at 40,000 credits. 15,000 of that upfront, which could be accessed from an anonymous credit account and transferred to another account of Samson's choosing or withdrawn from one of the currency exchanges on-planet. "The payment details are on this disc." He handed it over; it was the usual kind of small data disc that could be read by a databook or Samson's own tablet.<br><br>"You'll also find basic details of the job and item we require, and schematics for the compound on there. We realise a job of this scale requires some preparation so we're setting the deadline at 3 months. The tech is to be retrieved from Vesta, Aberdeen's moon in the Kalidasa system. If it's taken off-world, we expect you to track it down and supply it as agreed. The rendezvous will be at the set of coordinates given on Salisbury. This may be changed in the interim, but if it is we will contact you first. Please provide a means of doing so to Mason.<br><br>Best of luck, and I needn't say 'don't fail us or run with our money'." He smiled at this, but was inwardly pleased to see the job agreed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Firefly: From the Ashes (Episode 2: The Gamble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 13:26:42</strong>
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				(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br><br>&nbsp;Present day<br>Location the gardens<br>Tagging Mister Frottage<br><br>Babs was calm and collect, well as much as ‘Crazy Babs could be, the fact was it was all a matter of perspective was it not, sanity was just a state of mind. Pouting just a little she then half smiled, the young woman in a strange way was attractive, her large eyes seemed to be gentle pools one could easily fall into, and though not voluptuous there was a certain athletic quality to her. She walked with grace, or at least with a fluid almost watery motion, as if her feet barely touched the ground. All the time Babs was completely silent.<br><br>Letting her hands to show no weapons the reader shrugged her shoulders and let the fine straps slip from them, a few scars were visible in the moonlight still those dark eyes held the man, for but a moment she was little more than a child and the next moment a woman, whatever she was Babs was distant now.<br><br><em>Moonlight and death were in the narrow Black.<br>Starlight and death were too on the planet.<br>Blindfold the lamps of home…”</em><br><br>Once more there was that soft smile as Babs closed her eyes, letting her dress fall a little lower but remaining with some modesty, she really was no whore, but if it became essential, she could be but he would die afterwards. Her long lashes remained as curtains as the reader walked so slowly.<strong> “Sir A am a thinkin’we are on the same side, Ah jus came to look is all nothen’bad. “ </strong>Babs was closer now and ready if something might happen, aware that he had similar intentions but not aware of whom he worked for.<br><br><strong>“Well ma’sweetpea it lookslike we are getting’to a stalemate, A’ just want a game a cards,an meet ma man but was checkin’ things out, seems you had somthin’ else in yer mind.”</strong> She slowly moved again so soft like some kitten. All the time Babs was getting some measure of the man and his moves. <strong>“Thing isya’ll can kill me, I ain’t armed, but that’s real kinda messy, ya can rut mebut that gun needs ta go I aint that pervy Mister Frottage. So A am’ real quiet,ya’ll want the check this outso... A can play some cards an the rest and get the rut off this rock. If ya want ta stay on yer own A am sayin’ nothin’ me A jus'wanna make me sum creds.” </strong><br><br>Babs adjusted her dress and her hands whilst just removing her shoes Right now the reader was ready for all eventualities. All the time she had been soft as sugar candy and more than that her voice was barely audible.<br>
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