Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to The Verse Online. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Episode 6: Back in Business; Pacquin
Topic Started: Jun 14 2017, 10:48 AM (1,588 Views)
Reno Carson
Member Avatar

The landing on Pacquin was less than optimal. NOt because of Amber's skill, but because that in their haste to vacate Mycroft, a number of issues reared their ugly heads. Darren had been busy before Mycroft and he had done what he could before the accident, but a lot needed done. Like a complete overhaul of the engine. It had sat for far too long before they heated her up and did a full burn right away from both the Albright and then again at Mycroft. Ian had done his best and actually made it suitable to at least land outside of a small town named Trust. Not crashing when you are having engine issues is a distinct plus.

Ian was a busy man too. In between getting through engine issues, he was reorganizing the med bay after "Jennings" had trashed it when he broke free from the restraints and "attacked" Reno. No one knew how he had managed to get to a weapon, but maybe they didn't quite pat him down well enough. Maybe he had one hidden. After all, Ari had one hidden on her when she went to town, so it wasn't like it was unheard of. Everyone seemed to accept the story and at least one of them was openly quite happy that the man had met his end.

So now he needed to set up for a show, which he hoped would go off without a hitch, and do some promoting. That was a normal thing to do, so why did he feel so bad?

So he grabbed some free tickets and waited for everyone who wanted to go to town to come downstairs.

Plus he had to keep an eye out for another person who he was supposed to meet up with briefly. He had to get rid of the datastick. It had only brought him trouble and he couldn't quite get rid of it. He copied some information from it, though, just in case of emergency.

Like needing the cash to fix an engine.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Ariel Duquesne
Member Avatar
Aerial Artist with 'tude
She and Hicks had talked a lot during their trip from Mycroft to Pacquin. He stressed that she needed to take back her life. It would be hard and it wouldn't be easy, but she needed to start the long road to healing.

He also said she needed to work on letting people in. Her family on the Gypsy Traveler would be a great start, especially Amber since they already had a budding friendship there. She didn't need to be an island to get through life. She just needed to connect with someone.

So Ari thought that she should jump into it completely. She thought that going back to the way things were before was a good place to start. She didn't know if Hicks thought that was a good place to head towards, but she didn't care. She was going to let someone in. She was going to make that connection. She just thought that starting with a stranger would be easier and that since her old ways seemed to work for her before, she would start there.

So she dressed to kill. Not her usual style, but she needed an edge. So leather was her choice. It felt powerful to her. So a mini skirt, a top and a super cute pair of nearly thigh high boots were just what she wanted. So she traveled down to the cargo bay, barely stepped off the stairs before she ran into her first crewmate.

She hoped that they would just let her be.

There will be an aside started for the local tavern. If you are crew, you should post here first, then either stay around the ship or head to the tavern. Be sure to note when you leave and attach a link. Anyone staying on the ship needs to continue posting in this thread.



OOC: Ari is wearing this:
Posted Image
Edited by Ariel Duquesne, Jun 14 2017, 11:15 AM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Naniko Meissner
Member Avatar
🎶 ABCDEFG 🎶
Nani was still huffy and bitter about not getting to stay for the Mycroft festival, which she saw as something of a musician milestone or rite of passage, and she tried to say so to Reno, even though they still had to scramble out of there to Paquin. As such, she had mostly holed up in her room and pouted (and cried afew times), making new batches of cards.... and throwing judging and disappointed looks at Reno afew times behind his back, when she was down near her little DJ corner booth, sort-of next to Clarence. Ultimately, however, she understood that it was a thing that had to be done.

Nani was only half-surprised as to the sudden escape and disappearance of The Engine Man, Agent Jennings Ward. She all but knew for certain that she had fallen in with a crew who was into some Serious Business... The kind of Serious Business that she might not be able to handle. She could not, however, bring herself to leave the crew, especially when and because the rest of her actual family had ousted her, despite her squaring their debt with the local crime boss and saving their restaurant from any more 'unsavory visitors'.

The new cards were double layered, being thicker and stiffer than the batches before then. This time, in addition to having her stage name and her descriptor on the front, there was her real name on the back, which was above her descriptor, and below that, the name of the ship; Naniko Meissner, The One Between Worlds, Vessel; Gypsy Traveler. She ultimately decided to keep the stack of 60 in a little paper bag, marked 'Mycroft Festival'.

In the way of medical stuff, Nani told Ian about her medications, and showed the bottles and the pill organizer to him, and that she typically got refills (and blood test checks) every 3 months using a rather popular drugstore/clinic chain on most decently developed worlds, but not why.

o ~ = ~ o ~ = ~ o ~ = ~ o
Currently, she was wandering to and fro around the arena and back yard, staring at the floor and composing songs in her head, waiting for them to go as a group to the town. She was also thinking on why her music's seem to hurt Ari. She was a weird one to Nani.... Actually, they were All weird to her. Every last one of the crew. Especially Oberon, even though he was alot like her, but not.

Almost as if someone mumbled 'speak of the devil', Nani jumped abit at noticing The Ari, who was all dressed up in metal and leather, looking rather very much like a biker chick punk. Nani was unsure of how to react .... "Om.... Moto-cycles the much ?" she nervously said, not sure of how Ari would respond. The Bard Between Worlds had no idea of Ariel's ..... Planet-side Proclivities.

Nani herself was wearing patchy blue jeans of various shades of blue, and a fancy knee length and long sleeve tunic-dress that looked like it used to be embroidered paisley curtains....and of course, her usual clunky boots.

Posted Image

Edited by Naniko Meissner, Mar 24 2018, 03:04 PM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Amber Kynes
Member Avatar

Amber's mood was... an odd one. She was miffed at having a less than perfect landing, despite knowing she had done her best with it and the bad landing was none of her doing. In the hands of someone less skilled, they might not have survived the landing. She knew that, and she knew everyone else knew it too. So there was that, at least. Reno's story about Jennings was plausible, but knowing him the way she did, Amber suspected there was a lot more to it than that if it wasn't made up entirely. Her only comment on the matter aside from expressing her happiness that Jennings was dead was to tell Reno he should have let her have the pleasure of being the one to dispose of the body. Honestly, there was a part of her that... thanks to not actually seeing the corpse for herself... would always wonder if the man really was dead, or if he had gotten away and was alive somewhere waiting to strike again. She knew it was unlikely, but after everything that had happened lately she couldn't help being somewhat suspicious.

Even so, she was doing her best not to let it impact her interactions with the rest of the crew. Nor was she going to let it impact her life. Well... not much, anyway. The incident on Mycroft had left her feeling not quite ready to go out and about in public yet. She didn't want to venture too far from the ship right now. Part of it... and what she would tell anyone who asked... was that she just needed to practice. She hadn't had much chance for that lately, and she didn't want to lose her skills. The other part of it was that she was afraid she would end up making another mistake like she had back there so she had no intention of taking any chances. She supposed if anyone pressed the matter, she wouldn't have much choice but to change and go out and about too. But she would really rather not.

Dressed in one of her practice outfits... hot pink iridescent form-fitting leggings, black cotton and lace cropped tank top, black satin pointe shoes, and purple shimmery Isis wings... Amber made her way down to the gathering area. Just because she intended to stay on board didn't mean she couldn't say goodbye to those that were going out. "Hey, everyone" she said as she entered, putting up her usual cheerful front despite not feeling anywhere near as cheerful as she usually was. The wings flared behind her like a long cape as she walked, attached to her with straps around her neck, around her upper arms just above the elbows, and around each wrist. The sticks inserted in each one to help them keep their shape and flow properly when in use acted as weights of a sort, but weren't heavy enough to cause damage to her or the fabric.

"Reno" she said, giving the man a brief nod. She still hadn't entirely forgiven him, but she wasn't ready to beat the tar out of him either. "Cute outfit, Nani." It wasn't an outfit that suited Amber's style or figure, but it looked good on Nani. "Holy gose, Ari. You look like you're about to go off and kick someone's pigu. Good on you!" she said when she saw her get-up. Amber suspected what Ari might be up to with that outfit, but it wasn't really her place to criticize. Ari was a grown woman and it wasn't anyone's place to tell her what to do or what not to do in her personal time. As long as it didn't get her killed her bring harm to anyone, it was all good as far as Amber was concerned.



Amber's Outfit: CLICK HERE
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Brandon Hicks
Member Avatar

Hicks was focused on hitting the town today. After his eventful arrival back on the Gypsy as well as the rough ride they had upon landing here he decided he'd hit the tavern first and wet his whistle a bit before further exploring. He wasn't much of a drinker, but given recent events he needed something to kick start his day.

After having showered, shaved, and dressed, Hicks headed on down to the cargo bay, not meeting anyone along the way until he arrived. "Good morning, everyone!" He called out merrily as he descended the stairs, the cane he had in hand clicking rhythmically with his steps. He smiled to both Nani and Amber, but failed to notice Ari until he rounded closer to the very large woman in front of her. He was surprised by her attire, yet expertly hid his disproval, quickly assuming Ar's intent. "You're all dressed to impress," he commented happily, upholding his smile. "All you ladies headed to town as well?"

Wearing:
Posted Image
Edited by Brandon Hicks, Jun 19 2017, 11:18 AM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Oberon
Member Avatar
Ye Olde Hacksmithe
Oberon had been in a fitful state since the day they found Jennings Ward missing.

Friend Reno had told him that the intruder had gotten loose, and that there had been a struggle. How Jennings had come to escape was unknown, only that he had. Reno had been forced to kill him, and sent him from the airlock.

He had no reason to disbelieve what he was being told, yet he had seen the restraints himself. If there was a way to get away from them, he wasn't himself sure what it was. Perhaps he was an escapist by trade? Or perhaps Miss Nani had been closer to the truth than she had been given credit for. Either way, his quest to learn the truth of Jennings Ward would continue unabated.

As it stood, they had arrived on Pacquin, and it was time to set up for the show. His first show. For the moment, he wasn't entirely sure what was expected of him in that regard. So, while others on the crew were preparing to head into town, Oberon's plans were to remain aboard the Traveler.

He descended from his quarters to the lower level, where many of the crew was already gathering. The ladies were all dressed up, but not as up as the one called Hicks, who was wearing top-and-tails. He grinned at the man widely, giving him a nod. "Good sir, thou art dandily dressed! Good to make a first impression worth remembering, for the apparel of proclaims the man, eh?" Oberon himself was dressed rather simply - a brown leather jerkin over a roughspun tunic, a green sash tied about his waist. His trousers were comfortable, a maroon color, tucked into knee-high leather boots with shining silver buckles. Atop his head: a slouchy, soft-crowned cap. He placed a hand to his chest. "I, for instance, am but a humble servant. You, friend, are a prince." He doffed his cap and bowed to Hicks, and then to the ladies, each in turn. "Well met, ladies, well met! And I am at your service!"

He rose again, and spotted Miss Nani wandering about, lost in her own world as usual. She had not yet retrieved her swatchy poncho, though he did not mind the colorful presence of the garment, slung over the back of a chair in the corner of his chamber. He would allow her to fetch it in her own time. He knew that he himself was not keen on being reminded of tasks. All things in good time...

Then to Reno was his attention focused, and he approached the man. There was a slight uneasiness to his voice that he simply could not hide, but he tried to remain friendly with his friend and employer.

"Friend Reno, good day! The weather here on Pacquin is quite lovely today, and the ladies here lovlier. I was hoping that you would be so kind as to tell me that which you would require of me. I assume I am to participate in your shows... as what, may I ask? I do no tricks, I play no song. I cannot tie myself into a pretzel-knot. Tell me what you require, Friend Reno, and I shall execute it to my fullest!"

Wearing:
Posted Image
Posted Image

We are the music-makers, and We are the dreamers of dreams.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sergei Romanov
Member Avatar

Sergei was outside pulling out the machine that ran the expansion of their big top tent. It was a large metal shaft, which telescoped out until it reached the height needed for the main tent and then had arms that branched out to support the rest of the tent. He had set it up right and now, he was looking at it as it groaned about halfway up and then stopped working altogether. The only thing that made it even better was the snap and crackle of sparks and smoke that then decided to appear. He flinched and reached in to switch it off so that unit didn't catch fire rendering it completely ruined.

But they had no tent. Performing in any kind of fashion would be greatly hindered without a stage.

So he sighed and headed to see Reno who he was glad to see at the doors of the cargo bay.

"Reno! We have a problem!" he announced as he came up to him. It was then that he caught sight of Ari and the fact that she looked like she was ready to go the prowl. He frowned, but the state of the tent needed to addressed. "The main tent boom is broke. Managed to get it halfway extended then got a fireworks of sparks and bit of smoke. Turned it off right away, but as it stands, we don't have a tent. It isn't lost on me that we need to get a mechanic, even if it is short term until we can get Darren back."

He watched as Nani addressed Ari.

"Om.... Moto-cycles the much?"

Sergei doubted that motorcycles had anything to do with Ari's outfit. He saw it as a much, much darker sign.

Then he was distracted by Amber coming down. She was apparently going to practice. Mmmm... She looked delectable. It made him smile.

"Hey, everyone"

Well, she seemed to be in a better mood.

"Reno"

Except she seemed a bit stiff when talking to Reno. She still felt hurt by what she felt was his betrayal, but Sergei understood what Reno was up against. He just hoped that Amber would forgive him in time.

"Cute outfit, Nani." "Holy gose, Ari. You look like you're about to go off and kick someone's pigu. Good on you!"

Nani did look cute, but his expression went pensive when he got back with Ari's outfit. He was about to say something when Hicks arrived in a suit complete with a top hat.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Everyone was going for the dramatic, weren't they? Reno might just use their flamboyant dress to pass out playbills and hang up posters. It would make things a lot easier.

"You're all dressed to impress,"

Sergei wanted to know what Hicks thought about Ari's get up.

"All you ladies headed to town as well?"

Ah... The man wanted to know if anyone was going to town. He wondered if he was fishing for information on Ari's intent.

"Good sir, thou art dandily dressed! Good to make a first impression worth remembering, for the apparel of proclaims the man, eh?"

First impressions indeed. Oberon was too dressed peculiarly. But it fit his personality completely.

"I, for instance, am but a humble servant. You, friend, are a prince." "Well met, ladies, well met! And I am at your service!"

He couldn't help but to smile as Oberon approached them.

"Friend Reno, good day! The weather here on Pacquin is quite lovely today, and the ladies here lovlier. I was hoping that you would be so kind as to tell me that which you would require of me. I assume I am to participate in your shows... as what, may I ask? I do no tricks, I play no song. I cannot tie myself into a pretzel-knot. Tell me what you require, Friend Reno, and I shall execute it to my fullest!"

Sergei slapped a hand on Oberon's shoulder.

"What do you think Reno? Perhaps he could help drum up business? All you've got to do is be friendly and chat with folks, pass out some playbills and hang a few posters?" he suggested. "I think you'd be perfect for helping Reno with that. Maybe Hicks too?"

He then leaned in a little and motioned a bit with his head at Ari.

"Maybe help keep on eye on her too?" he looked over at Reno. "You don't think she's going on the prowl, do you?"

God he hoped not. That path she was on was doing damage even before Kerry. Random hook-ups weren't the way to happiness.

"Is she even ready for that?" he asked in a whisper.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Ian Dugan
Member Avatar
Death's Toy Boy
Ian's week had been a hell of one. It wasn't all bad. He did get to spend a lot of time with Michaiah. He had arrived in the engine room still wearing his white lab coat and blood covered jeans. He looked around and thought back to the Glory.
He shook his head and took off the coat.
"Time to get this place in order."
The engine room was mostly clean and organized. Some systems needed maintenance done and Ian concentrated on those.
As he worked, he asked Michaiah about herself and did his best to listen to what she had to say.
When they were done for the day he went back up to change and saw the condition of the Med Bay and that Jennings was missing.
He listened to Reno's story and apologized for not making sure that the man had been more secure.
It took Ian several hours for three days to get the Med Bay and the Engine room back in order.
He was glad they were dirtside.
Since there was still work to do, he opted to stay aboard. He came out of the Med Bay when the pole stopped working. He was back in his basic black attire and nodded at the ladies in admiration of their beauty.
He had filed away the information Nani had given him on her meds. He had done his own research on them to know why she needed them. He saw the the reasons were private and he kept them that way.
He had also spent as much time with Michaiah as he could. He really enjoyed her company.
He also spoke with Clarence as well. They would be working together soon.
"Reno, you want me to get my tools and see what I can do?"

Edited by Ian Dugan, Jun 23 2017, 09:30 AM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Michaiah
Member Avatar
aka Mickey the Cook
It had been quite busy on their trek to Pacquin, but no less enjoyable. In between cooking meals for the crew (dear God, they needed to get some food - she could only do so much with protein), she was at Ian's side, helping him keep the ship running as best they could. It was laborious work. Hot... Sweaty... Glorious work.

If she could have somehow fit into some of Ari's skimpy clothes, she would have. Both because it was cooler, but also because showing some skin around a guy you liked was most likely very effective in distracting him.

She also helped out with the med bay too. But she knew a staged scene when she saw one. Jennings most definitely did NOT get free on his own. If there was a skirmish here, it was because he was let go. She only wondered how it was that Jennings finally ended up getting spaced. Was he alive or dead when it happened? She knew what she would have done and she would have been quick about it as well.

But she got to know him and he asked a lot of questions about her life as well. Creating a persona on the fly like that was difficult, especially if you want to remember the details, but she did. It was not like she could tell him what she actually did before escaping the Constable and sneaking aboard the Gypsy Traveler.

So once they lived through that dreadful landing (kudos to Amber for being able to wrestle the ship to the ground in one piece), she went looking for Ian. She found him in the cargo bay with just about every other member of the crew. Seems as though she was the last one down. Everyone was dressed in the most peculiar way. Top hats, minstrel type wear, leather skirts and a wonderful costume were among the fanciful treats for the eye. Everyone else looked as they were normally, but she looked down at herself wondering if she should have on something different. She seemed dull by the colorful or dramatic of the others. She just had on boots, tan pants and a white button up shirt.

Maybe she should expand her wardrobe one of these days, but she needed to make an "honest" living first. Coin was always helpful in the purchase of items and she wasn't able to scurry away much before she left.

She frowned when she heard Sergei talk to Reno.

"Reno! We have a problem!" "The main tent boom is broke. Managed to get it halfway extended then got a fireworks of sparks and bit of smoke. Turned it off right away, but as it stands, we don't have a tent. It isn't lost on me that we need to get a mechanic, even if it is short term until we can get Darren back."

She glanced over at Ari to see if she heard him, but the girl didn't seem to acknowledge it having registered with her. She listened to them converse about normal everyday things. Things that didn't include mission briefings, strategy sessions and assassination targets. It was... nice.

"What do you think Reno? Perhaps he could help drum up business? All you've got to do is be friendly and chat with folks, pass out some playbills and hang a few posters?" "I think you'd be perfect for helping Reno with that. Maybe Hicks too?"

She looked back at Hick and Oberon and figured that he was probably right. And somehow, she thought that Oberon would quite enjoy it.

Then Sergei got quiet and she was glad she was close enough to hear.

"Maybe help keep on eye on her too?" "You don't think she's going on the prowl, do you?"

Prowl? Michaiah had only observed Ari after they left the Albright. There was no prowling around. None at all. Unless you count Darren sneaking into her room at night. But she wouldn't necessarily call that prowling.

"Is she even ready for that?"

Sergei was concerned and as she turned a little to look back at Ari, he caught on to what he meant. That girl was bent on getting out, tracking someone down and getting her some. Michaiah didn't know if that would be good or not, but the girl did seem stable enough.

"Reno, you want me to get my tools and see what I can do?"

Her attention was then drawn back to Ian as she waited to hear what Reno thought.

"I can help him if he needs it," she chirped with a smile. "I don't know much, but I've been doing my best all this week."

Then she looked at Ian and smiled softly.

"If you want me to, that is."
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Reno Carson
Member Avatar

Reno saw Ari when she came down and what she was wearing, but he also saw her face. She was determined. He knew he wouldn't be able to easily talk her out of what she was going to do, so he didn't let on that she knew what she had planned.

Although it did seem to concern Nani a whole lot.

"Om.... Moto-cycles the much?"

Ari didn't answer, she was all up in her head, planning, plotting and steeling herself for what was to come.

Amber arrived, obviously dressed to practice. He had known she hadn't practiced a lot. It was probably a good idea since they had shows imminently. He didn't worry about the quality of her performance; she would do well. He just knew she would be a perfectionist. He liked that work ethic.

"Hey, everyone"

Her mood was better and he was also glad of that. She deserved some happy, since it hadn't been around there much as of late.

"Reno"

It did seem that she hadn't yet forgiven him, but he had been in touch with the hospital. Darren was out of the woods, but he had a long, road to recovery ahead. He wouldn't be back in a long while. He just hadn't shared that as of yet. He gave her a brief chin lift in acknowledgement. He didn't want to push it; she'd come along on her own. She just needed her space right now and he was going to give it to her.

"Cute outfit, Nani." "Holy gose, Ari. You look like you're about to go off and kick someone's pigu. Good on you!"

Nani did have a nice colorful outfit and he was sure that she knew what Ari had in mind that evening. At least she did look like she could kick some ass. He hoped that would keep her safe.

"Good morning, everyone!"

He raised his eyebrows at Hicks. He looked quite spiffy, if not in an odd way, but it worked for the man. Somehow he seemed to pull it off. Reno also knew that Hicks was in the know about Ari's plan. It was obvious. He just hoped that was not part of what Hicks had been counseling her on. If so, he would have to have words with him. Might anyway, just to get her progress.

Everyone was going for the dramatic, weren't they? Reno might just use their flamboyant dress to pass out playbills and hang up posters. It would make things a lot easier.

"You're all dressed to impress," "All you ladies headed to town as well?"

Yes. The man was definitely fishing for information. Good.

Then Oberon arrived and he was dressed in some sort of costume, but it also fit him. My he had a motley crew didn't he?

"Good sir, thou art dandily dressed! Good to make a first impression worth remembering, for the apparel of proclaims the man, eh?" "I, for instance, am but a humble servant. You, friend, are a prince." "Well met, ladies, well met! And I am at your service!"

He smiled at the greeting. Did they guy ever go out of character? Or was that just how he was? He needed to spend some time with his new crew.

"Friend Reno, good day! The weather here on Pacquin is quite lovely today, and the ladies here lovlier. I was hoping that you would be so kind as to tell me that which you would require of me. I assume I am to participate in your shows... as what, may I ask? I do no tricks, I play no song. I cannot tie myself into a pretzel-knot. Tell me what you require, Friend Reno, and I shall execute it to my fullest!"

That was true. It is not like hacking was a skill you could use in a show such as their's. He would have to put some thought into it.

The Sergei arrived to deliver some more bad news.

"Reno! We have a problem!" "The main tent boom is broke. Managed to get it halfway extended then got a fireworks of sparks and bit of smoke. Turned it off right away, but as it stands, we don't have a tent. It isn't lost on me that we need to get a mechanic, even if it is short term until we can get Darren back."

Now he was going to have to share about Darren. He just didn't know how some of them would take it. He was hoping to get more information about his condition, but he was going to have to lay it on the line sooner, rather than later.

"What do you think Reno? Perhaps he could help drum up business? All you've got to do is be friendly and chat with folks, pass out some playbills and hang a few posters?" "I think you'd be perfect for helping Reno with that. Maybe Hicks too?"

That was a great idea. Reno nodded.

"I think that would be delightful," he said clapping Oberon on the shoulder softly. "What do you think? You could be our promoter. Our ringmaster. And the person to get the word out both in speech and in media of when we would arrive and our show dates. I think you would be perfect for the job."

Then Sergei mentioned Ari.

"Maybe help keep on eye on her too?" "You don't think she's going on the prowl, do you?"

Sergei picked upon it too.

"Is she even ready for that?"

"I think she will do what she wants and we just have to hope for the best," Reno responded quietly. "You know her. She won't be dissuaded."

Then Ian arrived.

"Reno, you want me to get my tools and see what I can do?"

Ian had stepped in and did what was needed to get them on the ground. Darren had been working away in their trek to Mycroft. It was almost like the Alliance was nice enough to muck with their systems as a big extra fuck you to everything that had gone on. But he also knew that going full burn twice after a ship had sat for so long was not good on the engine.

"I can help him if he needs it," "I don't know much, but I've been doing my best all this week."

Mickey really like Ian and he had to say that the feeling was mutual. If another set of his crew hooked up, at least it wasn't so much like the Love Boat now with the new folks and Darren gone.

"If you want me to, that is."So to break it to them all...

"I have an announcement!" he yelled out to get everyone's attention. He crossed his arms over his chest. "While we are here, we will be looking for a mechanic to take on board."

He knew this would not set well with some of the crew.

"I have been in touch with the medical staff on Mycroft about Darren. He is doing well, but the knife... When he was stabbed, it went through several nerves. His one arm is immobile at the time. He is probably in for a couple of surgeries in the next couple of months. He has a long road to go before he was like he was before. They think he'll make a full recovery, but it is going to take time."

He hoped that the man would want to come back afterwards.

"And I know it is not lost on you that we have some mechanical issues that none of us are equipped to fully handle. So as much as we don't want it. we have to get someone in the meantime. No way around it."

He handed Oberon and Hicks a stack of flyers and playbills.

"For those of you who have jobs, let's get to them. Anyone who wants to stay on the ship can. Anyone wants to go into town can do that too,"
He looked directly at Ari. "Everyone be safe, yeah?"

That was meant for everyone.

Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Ariel Duquesne
Member Avatar
Aerial Artist with 'tude
Ari saw Reno giving her the once over when she had come down, but luckily, he didn't try to talk her out of it. She knew what she needed to do.

Nani's voice brought her out of her thinking

"Om.... Moto-cycles the much?"

Motorcycles? Well I guess she was wearing a bit of leather, but it fit her mood. She was about to say something when the whole rest of the crew seemed to descend upon them. She couldn't help but retreat a little.

"Hey, everyone" "Reno"

Ari didn't really notice the tension between the two, but she had stuff on her mind. What kind of guy would she look for? Cute and strong? Or someone more ordinary that was "safe."

"Cute outfit, Nani." "Holy gose, Ari. You look like you're about to go off and kick someone's pigu. Good on you!"

At least she can count on Amber to be on her side. They had shared quite a lot over the past weeks. She smiled just a bit.

"Good morning, everyone!" "You're all dressed to impress," "All you ladies headed to town as well?"

She didn't seem to notice his dress so much as the question about who was going to town. Was he trying to find out if she was.

"I am," she said softly. "Got things to see to."

She wasn't sure if anyone heard her, but she didn't really care. Oberon came and took the attention off her.

"Good sir, thou art dandily dressed! Good to make a first impression worth remembering, for the apparel of proclaims the man, eh?" "I, for instance, am but a humble servant. You, friend, are a prince." "Well met, ladies, well met! And I am at your service!"

It was then she noticed the dress that Hicks and Oberon had on. She couldn't help but smile a bit too at them. But she shut it down and began to formulate a plan for this evening.

"Friend Reno, good day! The weather here on Pacquin is quite lovely today, and the ladies here lovlier. I was hoping that you would be so kind as to tell me that which you would require of me. I assume I am to participate in your shows... as what, may I ask? I do no tricks, I play no song. I cannot tie myself into a pretzel-knot. Tell me what you require, Friend Reno, and I shall execute it to my fullest!"

She didn't really listen much as the conversation went on. She tried to think about the right guy. Wondered what the layout of the tavern was so she could find a good location. Plus she hoped that no one tried to step on her plans.

She heard something said about the tent boom not working. Darren could have fixed that. Plus the ship. Darren...

She shook her head and went back to thinking about that evening. She didn't need to have Darren in her headspace now.

But Reno had something to say and he spoke loud enough to catch her attention.

"I have an announcement!" "While we are here, we will be looking for a mechanic to take on board."

That got her attention. What? He was going to hire a new mechanic and replace Darren? Her eyes narrowed on him.

"I have been in touch with the medical staff on Mycroft about Darren. He is doing well, but the knife... When he was stabbed, it went through several nerves. His one arm is immobile at the time. He is probably in for a couple of surgeries in the next couple of months. He has a long road to go before he was like he was before. They think he'll make a full recovery, but it is going to take time."

Her face fell. It had come true again. Darren had promised not to leave her and he did anyway. Liar. He was a gorram liar. She decided she didn't need anyone like that in her life.

Good riddance, she supposed.

"And I know it is not lost on you that we have some mechanical issues that none of us are equipped to fully handle. So as much as we don't want it. we have to get someone in the meantime. No way around it."

Her face lost all emotion at all. She shut down completely.

"For those of you who have jobs, let's get to them. Anyone who wants to stay on the ship can. Anyone wants to go into town can do that too,"

It was then she noticed Reno talking to what seemed like just her.

"Everyone be safe, yeah?"

Whatever.

She walked towards the ramp and stopped by his side for a moment.

"Going to town," she said with a growl. "Do what you need to do."

Then she left without another word.

OOC: Ari is heading to town. See the Aside here.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Naniko Meissner
Member Avatar
🎶 ABCDEFG 🎶
"Cute outfit, Nani." the Goth woman said to her, currently dressed in a pink and purple pixie dance costume. Nani smiled, proud of her own accomplishment with only a needle and scrap threads.

"I have an announcement!" he yelled out to get everyone's attention. He crossed his arms over his chest. "While we are here, we will be looking for a mechanic to take on board." Nani made a mental note to ask around for any fixer people to join their crew.

"I have been in touch with the medical staff on Mycroft about Darren. He is doing well, but the knife... When he was stabbed, it went through several nerves. His one arm is immobile at the time. He is probably in for a couple of surgeries in the next couple of months. He has a long road to go before he was like he was before. They think he'll make a full recovery, but it is going to take time." She smiled abit, thankful that fixer-man didn't die.

"And I know it is not lost on you that we have some mechanical issues that none of us are equipped to fully handle. So as much as we don't want it. we have to get someone in the meantime. No way around it."

He handed Oberon and Hicks a stack of flyers and playbills.

"For those of you who have jobs, let's get to them. Anyone who wants to stay on the ship can. Anyone wants to go into town can do that too" Nani would go into town, and see what kind of an audience she would have for her musics.

He looked directly at Ari. "Everyone be safe, yeah?" Unseen, Nani had her Nailer stowed away on her person. She shot a long-held glance towards Ari, trying to read the brunette. No such luck.

Nani wanders after the rest of the group, and goes here http://theverseonline.com/topic/10226399/1/?x=0#post10014419
Edited by Naniko Meissner, Jun 27 2017, 09:48 PM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Brandon Hicks
Member Avatar

Hicks didn't get a chance to hear from the women, or specifically, Ari, as everyone in that moment began arriving in succession. Oberon, being the first to arrive following Hicks, greeted him with a grin and some kind words.

"Good sir, thou art dandily dressed! Good to make a first impression worth remembering, for the apparel of proclaims the man, eh?" "I, for instance, am but a humble servant. You, friend, are a prince."

Hicks returned the smile genuinely, a humored glint in his eye as he did so. He immediately liked the man, and removed his top hat to bow in equal showmanship, leaning on his cane a slight as he did so. "I am charmed, my good sir. You humble me greatly."

Oberon went on to greet the women as well, and Hicks' smile broadened.

"Well met, ladies, well met! And I am at your service!"

Hicks subtly collected a glimpse of Ari's appearance. As he suspected, she was off in her own thoughts, rather than being interested in the social gathering of her crew. Though not surprising, Hicks had to expertly hide his concern, and quickly followed Oberon's gaze to the Captain. He remained thoughtful while still managing to focus on the conversations at hand.

"Friend Reno, good day! The weather here on Pacquin is quite lovely today, and the ladies here lovlier. I was hoping that you would be so kind as to tell me that which you would require of me. I assume I am to participate in your shows... as what, may I ask? I do no tricks, I play no song. I cannot tie myself into a pretzel-knot. Tell me what you require, Friend Reno, and I shall execute it to my fullest!"

Hicks had an idea and wanted to interject, but Sergei's presence had already been noted, having formerly arrived to discuss the ship's status with Captain Reno. At this point the large man had now beaten him to Oberon's inquiry.

"What do you think Reno? Perhaps he could help drum up business? All you've got to do is be friendly and chat with folks, pass out some playbills and hang a few posters?" he suggested. "I think you'd be perfect for helping Reno with that. Maybe Hicks too?"

Hicks remained silent a moment longer to let the Captain speak on the matter.

"I think that would be delightful," "What do you think? You could be our promoter. Our ringmaster. And the person to get the word out both in speech and in media of when we would arrive and our show dates. I think you would be perfect for the job."

"As it happens, I am in need of an assistant of sorts," Hicks said to Oberon, upholding a delighted grin to the man. "Perhaps we could discuss it on the way through town?"

As he spoke, Hicks noted from the corner of his eye Sergei lean in secretively toward the Captain. The two were discussing something that involved Ari, given Sergei's motion toward her. Hicks wanted to drop his cane and smack his palms to his face in disbelief. He really hoped Ari was not privy to it as well, and dared not look her direction to find out, for fear of exasperating the issue. In any case, he was glad he did not, for he would have missed spotting Michaiah. He could not be sure, but it appeared as though she were listening in on the two men. If that were the case, she was expertly nonchalant about it, and Hicks could not logically confirm his suspicion.

Ian arrived next and spoke.

"Reno, you want me to get my tools and see what I can do?"

Thoughtful eyes still upon Michaiah, Hicks watched her reply.

"I can help him if he needs it," "I don't know much, but I've been doing my best all this week." "If you want me to, that is."

There's something about you, thought Hicks.

Reno spoke up, and Hicks pondered no longer.

"I have an announcement!" "While we are here, we will be looking for a mechanic to take on board."

Hicks used the sudden, loud distraction to steal another subtle glance at Ari. She now appeared rather uneasy, and barely present despite the Captain's booming voice. He looked back to Reno.

"I have been in touch with the medical staff on Mycroft about Darren. He is doing well, but the knife... When he was stabbed, it went through several nerves. His one arm is immobile at the time. He is probably in for a couple of surgeries in the next couple of months. He has a long road to go before he was like he was before. They think he'll make a full recovery, but it is going to take time."

Happy news... Sort of. He didn't know Darren all that well, but even so Hicks could tell he was a good man, and hoped he pulled through all right. He looked forward to having him back, for Ari's sake if for anything.

"And I know it is not lost on you that we have some mechanical issues that none of us are equipped to fully handle. So as much as we don't want it. we have to get someone in the meantime. No way around it."

Hicks wasn't the most thrilled about being one chosen to walk about and hang up fliers, not exactly being what he had in mind when he woke up and began his day with the intent of venturing in new territory, but never the less he took them. He watched as Oberon received some too, and decided there wasn't much to be disappointed in. It probably wouldn't take that long anyway...

"For those of you who have jobs, let's get to them. Anyone who wants to stay on the ship can. Anyone wants to go into town can do that too," "Everyone be safe, yeah?"

Hicks closed his eyes and gave an outward sigh while Reno noticeably singled out Ari with a direct glance following the end of his speech. Something had to be said about the way they communicated regarding her. His feelings on the matter intensified as Ari responded with an attitude that did not surprise him in the slightest.

"Going to town," "Do what you need to do."

Ari promptly left, and Nani soon followed. Hicks lingered long enough to ensure Ari was well gone and out of ear shot. He rounded on Reno and Sergei, not bothering to hide his disproval. "Gentlemen," he said calmly, yet assertively, "as charge of Ari's current mental state, I must take it upon myself to implore you," he made a point of glancing about to those still around, "to all of you, not to single her out or speak of her while she is present without including her directly. I understand we're all concerned for her, but it is absolutely imperative we don't add to her tension, make her feel alienated, different, or sick. As such, I ask you all to take that under consideration next time you feel the need to whisper or lash out in frustration."

Hicks settled his gaze on Reno as he neared the end of his plea. "She needs to feel at home, and perpetuating the idea to her that she needs to be 'fixed' will negate any hope of maintaining the way she perceives things, most importantly herself." He fell silent for a moment to allow his words to process, finalizing with a firm, "thank you."
Edited by Brandon Hicks, Jun 26 2017, 05:04 PM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Amber Kynes
Member Avatar

Amber was glad Reno didn't make a big deal out of things, and just left her be for now. She would... probably... forgive him over time, but right now everything was still too fresh and raw. The best thing for him to do was just not push her at all. She didn't respond well to that sort of thing. She had to come to such things in her own time, not have someone force her into them or try to force her into them.

She grinned back at both Nani and Ari as they reacted to her compliments. As far as Ari's clothing choices and actions... whether or not Amber 'approved' didn't matter. It wasn't her body, and it wasn't her life. It was Ari's. Amber would prefer to see her friend handle things in a healthier way, but it beat having Ari locking herself away in her room or deliberately risking her life. In her opinion, Ari was a grown woman capable of making her own choices. No way was Amber going to even think about taking that right away from her, and she would happily defend Ari to others in exercising that right if anyone else tried to take it from her. It was no more than she would do for anyone else in the same position. Amber's belief in personal autonomy was one of the many reasons she had thrown in with the browncoats when the war came to her doorstep.

Her attention was drawn briefly by the entrance of Mickey and Ian. She gave them both a nod of greeting, but she wasn't sure if they even saw it since neither seemed to be paying any attention to her. Sergei clearly was though... and she could pretty much tell what he was thinking when he looked at her. Amber tossed a playful wink at him, and flashed the sort of smile only he got from her. It sucked about the tent boom, but things sometimes broke down on occasion. They would get it fixed or replaced eventually, and in the meantime would make do as best they could with what they had.

"Nope. I'm staying here. I need to practice my routines" she answered Hicks's question. Besides, the last two times she had gone into town she had ended up in a bad way. Getting captured twice and unknowingly bringing a psychopath on board tended to make a woman wary of leaving the confines of her home. Amber would have thought her attire made her intention to stay on the ship obvious, but then again given what Hicks and Oberon were wearing it might not be so obvious after all. She thought Hicks looked like he'd stepped out of the pages of a steampunk novel, and Oberon looked like he was a cast member at a Renaissance Faire. She wasn't judging, just observing. Circus folk tended to dress in all manner of wacky ways, so most of them didn't tend to judge others' attire. At least not in her experience.

Oberon's flowery wording made her smile. She was pretty sure he was actually like that, and wasn't just playing a role. But he was growing on her. Had she not been with Sergei already, she might have even considered flirting a bit. "Hi, Oberon" she said, chuckling a bit in amusement. It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest ringmaster or public relations of some sort, but Reno spoke before she could even open her mouth... and said pretty much the same thing she was going to. Amber kept her mouth shut instead. Reno's comment about replacing Darren brought a faint scowl to her face. She knew it was necessary to get a proper mechanic on board but that didn't mean she had to like it. "They better bring their own tools, because they don't get to use Darren's" she stated. Not in a snippy way, but definitely in a firm one.

While she was happy to hear that Darren was doing as well as could be under the circumstances, she was not happy that his recovery would take so long. She couldn't help the pang of guilt she felt when she thought about it, and she couldn't help believing that had she not brought Jennings on board in the first place there might have been a different outcome. Her decision had put the crew at risk, and had resulted in the injury and near death of at least one of them. She said nothing further on the matter, and once the conversation seemed to be at an end and people began going their separate ways, she decided to start working on her routines.

Amber slipped away and walked over to her practice locker, wings once again billowing behind her like a cape. At the locker, she pulled out her music player, a scimitar-like sword and a piece of gauzy fabric that had been folded over a couple of times to represent a blindfold but which she could still see perfectly through, a pair of fan veils, and a velvet-lined case that contained a set of perfectly round crystal balls about the size of tangerines. Everything was arranged on a shelf attached to the wall where she could access everything as needed. The wings routine would be first, followed by the sword routine, then the fan veils, and her contact juggling routine last. That was just for the first run-through for today. The order might or might not change later and it might or might not change for the actual performance. She would have to see what worked best for her. She inspected each item she had laid out for her routines, making sure none of her props were damaged before she began. Satisfied all was in order, she selected her music for the session, hit the 'play' button, and in the seconds before the music started she stepped away and took up a starting stance. When the music started, she allowed it and the motions of her routines to fill her consciousness. As she moved her body and limbs in time with the music, the tension she had been feeling the vast majority of the time slowly started melting away. At least temporarily.




------------------------
Amber's Routines:
Wings - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkI51NJusdU
Sword - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XGIRLwcw4o
Fan veils - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ-dOA2ve2o
Contact juggling - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rqeR-iLKYA
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Ian Dugan
Member Avatar
Death's Toy Boy
Ian watched the proceedings around him. The crew milled about and listened to to what Reno had to say on the subject of crew needs and wants. He watched Ari as she, to him anyway, sashayed out of the ship for a night on the town. Based on what she was wearing he figured she was on the prowl and looking for a certain type of company. He hoped that she would be alright.

Then he looked to see who was going and who was staying. Oberon and Hicks took up pamphlets and seemed to want to follow Reno's suggestion. He could see Oberon as the MC.

He saw that Amber was still mad at the situation but still seemed to blame Reno. He had seen her nod in his direction but noticed the smoke from the pole motor. He also heard her comment that the next mechanic had better have his or her own tools, and wondered how she would feel that he and Michaiah were using them. Between the two of them they made sure to clean the tools after each days use. He hoped Amber wouldn't mind.

He had nodded at Michaiah when she asked if she could help and if he wanted her too.

He found that he really enjoyed her company but there was still a little something about her that tickled a nerve. She was an enigma. A puzzle and a beautiful woman all rolled into one.

In all the holovids, that usually spelt Danger with a capital D. He smiled his crooked smile at the thought.

He snapped his fingers.

"I've got an idea. It will be a temporary fix but it will work for the time being."

He was in motion, thinking and speaking as he moved.

"One of the bed motors will work. It's small enough to fit in the pole and replace the bad motor. We'Verse have to order two motors instead of one, but the Big Top will be at it's full height.

Once he got the go ahead from Reno, he ran and got the tools they needed and he and Michaiah tore apart one of the back beds in the Med Bay and brought it to the pole. As they worked he saw Amber doing her routines. He looked at Michaiah.

"She should add fire spinning to her act. She'd be good at it."

As they worked, he and Michaiah talked more.
As much as he liked her, Ian still had to report back to Reno on what he found. Reno had told him to watch her after all.
Edited by Ian Dugan, Jul 11 2017, 10:57 AM.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Free Forums with no limits on posts or members.
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Episode 6: Back in Business · Next Topic »
Add Reply

Top RP Sites
Finding Serenity The Vow
ALL Firefly, Serenity material including characters, Firefly/Serenity photos & graphics belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, and Universal Studios. The 'Verse Online is NOT affiliated with any of the above. We make no profit, nor do we ever intend to.
Created by Vocal. of Zathyus Networks