Huria

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Who: Elysa and Bryce
When: Evening, Day Two
Where: Cargo Bay

Elysa was checking over the cargo. Everything had been delivered the day before; over 30 crates of silk they were delivering to Athens. Though it had all been squared away the moment it arrived, she still wanted to be sure. Nothing could go wrong on this run. Nothing could go wrong on any run. There was just too much at stake, especially this early in the game. She had kept the Huria in the air for just over three months - but it didn't mean anything if she lost her step.

She held a beaten sheet in her hand, as she bent down to examine each number she would mentally tick it off the sheet. So far everything was in order. Elysa paused at one of the boxes, suddenly feeling very tired. She turned and rested her back against the crate, determined to take just one moment for herself. If she didn't she knew that it would all get too much for her.

Her peace was broken by the sound of footfalls. Without standing up she called out: "No passengers aloud in here." Listening carefully she waited for a response.

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Thursday, June 25th, 2009

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Who: Aurora Kaye, Jonah Bryce
When: Late Afternoon
What: A market near the Eavesdown Docks

The noise and bustle of the market place seemed unending as the pair maneuvered through the busy stalls. Despite her shopping trip of the day before, Aurora found her gaze again lingering longingly on items displayed from all reaches of the system. Today's venture into commercial exchange was all about the ship, but that fact didn't stop her from coveting the things she spotted for herself. She paused to enjoy the smell of spices at one stand, wishing that she hadn't wasted the bulk of her spendings the previous day.

"Isn't this fun?" Aurora asked her companion in her mission, glancing up at Bryce with a wide smile. From her tone it was clear that this was less a question than a confident assertion of fact. The captain had given her permission the other day to whisk her second-in-command off in the name of getting a good bargain, and Aurora was intending to make good use of his presence.

"I think I spy him over there," she added, pointing at a large man who stood somewhat to the side of the chaos of buying and selling. Flat metal objects littered the makeshift table in front of him, glittering in the afternoon sun. These were clearly his wares on display, items Aurora was determined to secure for the Huria.

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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Day Two

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Who: Eli Gray, Jonah Bryce
What: Booking Passage
When: Day Two, afternoon
Where: Eavesdown Docks
Rating: PG-13
Status: Ongoing

Eavesdown Docks was almost always busy, a mix of people who regularly did business, ships' crews, and people looking to book passage. Eli was one of the latter, and slipped in and out of the crowd, looking at docked ships.

Nothing too fancy--while he had the funds and liked his luxuries, the quality ships tended to be higher-profile and more interested in proper papers and identification. While his ID was as perfect as the best forgers could make it, Eli wasn't interested in the high profile aspect of traveling those kinds of ships. He didn't want to run the risk of someone remembering his face and raising holy hell. He'd rather avoid Alliance interest.

He dismissed the lower class of ships immediately; he'd like to actually get to his destination, thanks. So that left the middling ones, and those were the ships he looked at now. He strolled from one to the next, his hands in the pockets of his long black coat, eyes running over their lines, trying to judge space-worthiness. Actual mechanical work was beyond him, but he liked to think that he could at least pick one that wouldn't fall apart before next planetfall.

Eli stopped at the next-to-last ship at the dock and studied it. Not bad. Clean lines--not fancy or built for show, but utilitarian, practical. The cargo ramp was down, showing the inside--the shadowed interior looked fairly neat and tidy from what he could see. He could do worse. He schooled his face into mild, slightly curious lines, softened his body language.

Stepping up to the ramp, he spied someone moving inside. He shuffled through the accents he could use, and picked one that would proclaim him a middle-class Greenleaf citizen. "Hello? Is anyone around?"

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Day Two

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Who: Tico Moreno and Jonah Bryce
When: Morning
Where: Kitchen, Huria

The idle hours following the drowsy breakfast found Huria’s kitchen nearly deserted. Tico alone was seated at the table and immersed in a rather curious activity.

Holding a fork between his thumb and forefinger he pinched two of its tines and then, swiftly but gently, pressed its end against the table’s worn surface. A soft humming noise filled the air and his mouth twitched, curving into a smile. There was a pile of mismatched forks lying on the chair next to his, apparently waiting for their turn.

This was Tico Moreno, having fun.

He couldn’t use chopsticks, not even if his life depended on it. They hadn’t been that wide-spread on St. Albans and so there had never been any real need to practice – not at least before he left for Collegium, and then there had been a thousand other things to see and learn, and eating had seemed too mundane a chore to waste much time and energy on. So, when joining Huria’s crew, he had been delighted to find that whoever had equipped its kitchen had remembered those who just couldn’t make their food stay between two measly sticks long enough for it to reach their mouth. How most of the galaxy managed with such an illogical mode of eating was beyond Tico’s understanding.

Placing the fork on the table in front of him Tico picked up the next one in random and repeated the procedure. This time the produced sound was less clear, and so the smile transformed into a frown and the second utensil was placed to the left of the first one. Then he grabbed the third one, and the cycle began again.

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