| Day One |
[15 Jun 2009|05:27pm] |
Who: Cap'n Elysa and Mahir
When: Mid Morning
Where: Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
It was not normally something a Captain would do. Taking on passengers was a common occurence with small crewed ships, and selecting the passengers was a job fit for someone lower than her. But this wasn't any ordinary ship, and Elysa wasn't an ordinary captain. She had elected to do the task herself, leaving Jonah in charge of preparing for their departure, which was planned as soon as they had paying passengers.
Only problem was, a captain standing outside the cargo doors was generally off-putting. Elysa was a tall woman, who's once open face was these days set in a more permanent scowl. Her nervous habit of clicking and unclicking her holster strap was more than a little disconcerting. So far she hadn't had a single potential passenger give the Huria more than a second glance. It was begining to get her down.
She turned to scrutinize her ship. Sure it wasn't much to look at, more bulky and practical than the streamline models that shared the docking bay. There was something distinctly 'outer rim' about her, but to Elysa this was just part of her charm. She sighed and kicked gently at the hull, as if encouraging the ship to look more appealing.
If she didn't get someone soon, she was going to throw in the towel and just get Jonah to do it. Patience was not one of the captains strong suits. Not of late at least.
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| Day Two |
[15 Jun 2009|11:29pm] |
Who: Aurora Kaye and Capt. Elysa Masson
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Kitchen, Huria
Aurora's parents had imparted many lessons to their only daughter--from how to repair a malfunctioning turbine in 10 minutes flat to how to spot an easy mark on any planet in the system. Frugality, however, had not been one of them. Aurora sat at the kitchen table aboard the Huria, one knee drawn up just below her chin, surveying the day's purchases spread out before her with glowing satisfaction. Bolts of fabric, mysterious mechanical parts, and small luxuries in every size and shape of container lay in a riot of color atop the table.
As she reached for her newest acquisition, some distant part of her thought guiltily about the disappearing nature of her savings. The majority of her attention, however, was focused on a contended contemplation of her spoils.
She sighed happily as she poured the newly purchased tea out into a dainty mug, breathing in the enticing aroma. The mixture of lavender and black root was one of her favorites, but only first-rate planets like Persephone managed to grow the stuff to her satisfaction. She raised the rim slowly to her lips, pausing to savor the moment, when the sound of footfall behind her announced the presence of an onlooker to her little ritual of consumerism.
"Try some, Captain?" She asked with a smile, gesturing with her free hand to the teapot. "You've never had anything like it, I swear. It's practically ambrosia."
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