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IC Time: Mar 25, 2523 - 05:51:18
Pain. Lots of pain. As she is bumped into someone in passing, a rather distorted yelp is heard from the half drunk pilot and the pain of the impact makes her stagger backwards. "Shit!" Yelping out the word before she eyes her precious flask, her bicep and the flask once more. Gritting her teeth, she takes the flask and slowly pours it over the fresh tatto, trying her hardest not to scream aloud. <English>
At the yelp, the pirate turns his single, contact concealed eye towards the woman. "Heh." is all that comes from Frost's mouth as he continues towards his primary destination. He was a man with a mission... and that mission was likely alcohol related.
Across and a couple businesses down from the Dregs, a set of concrete steps runs alongside a smoke 'n' gifts shop to its four feet elevated entrance. There Lee sits with his knees jutting out from the edge, the iron double railing keeping him from pitching over the side. His two-handed grip on the top bar tightens reflexively at the sounds of acute discomfort splitting the hazy air of the district, and he leans his head out through the horizontal gap, checking up the road towards the docks.
"You!" Comes the single word as she lands right in front of the kid. "You were with him last night.. your friend. Hell if I know his name but I gota bone to pick with him. Now where is he?" The words rattled out, Celise stops right in front of Lee, as her non hurting arm bends and her hand makes a fist as it comes up to rest on her hip.
He should really pay more attentions to his surroundings, Lee should. First he completely misses THE Admiral Frost ducking into the very eatery he'd been surveillancing. And now he's left himself open to being waylaid by an irate young woman. The sudden proximity of her face looking up into his causes the boy to draw instinctively up and away, and the back of his head smacks glancingly into the top railing. The pain! It's contagious! "Ouwh!" he barks, head rebounding forward again at Celise just short of a tragic meeting of the minds. He does manage to gain control of his movements in time, however, and merely lifts his watering gaze to give her a right proper staring. "The General..?" he mumbles in confusion.
Celise grunts. "Nono.. the other one. Aw hellsbells. I don't remember his name. I got drunk and forgot. But I got /this/ as a momento!" Twisting so he can get a good look and she pops open her flask downing another good drink only to scowl as she finds it empty save a drop. "And now Im outa rum! So who was that other one you were with? something about a shuttle. I remember that."
Lee gives the tender-looking tatt a blank look for a moment or two. It's a strangely masculine bird. He takes an extra second to read the words. Ahh, his brows perk. He gets it. "That's the General. Von Dyetrich. Vondye. Von. Any of those sound right to ya?" The boy sorts himself out, drawing his head back more carefully through the railing gap, and easing his body back for good measure, seat of his trousers whsshing briefly along blastcrete. "What'd he do?"
Von.. Vondye.. "Von! That's it. Now where's he at?" She winces slightly as a breeze rustles across her arm and sucks in her breath. "Pain.. Lot of pain! All I remember bout last night and into today. Pain. Did I /mention/ pain?" Peering up at Lee, she squints a bit. "A bit rough about the edges, but you are kinda cute."
"Hmn. Thanks." Lee takes the backhanded compliment distractedly. "'N'you're cute around the edges, but kinda rough. Why pain? He wasn't... he didn't knife you or anything like that? Vondye's a bit of a blade-o-phile." He trips his intent glance up and down the length of her body. Looking for cuts. Yeah, that's the ticket. Cuts.
Celise looks back up at him and blinks a bit. "I am not rough. Only when the need calls for it. Hrmp. No.. if my fuzzy memory serves /he/ talked me into this. He did! Wait.. Wait.. I remember him leavin.. wait. Dammit. Now its all fuzzy again."
Lee does understand the fuzzies. He was pretty much drifting along hazily for much of that morning, himself. However: "Twenty creds. Someone not Vondye bet with you that you'd flake. But you didn't," he reminds. At that summoned recollection, all the pieces begin to fall together for him. "Celise Porter," he says suddenly with a dazed blink.
Celise's brows lift and then she laughs. "Oh yeah! I get twenty creds now!" She grins up to him then... the credits make the pain all better. "Wanna drink The Dregs looks fun. I need to refill my flask." Pausing, her head tilts.. "Whats your name again?"
He pauses before answering, partly because he's still looking back over that particular sequence in his memory. Hmph. He'd said 'pain in the bum', hadn't he. That little quip'd been inspired by the sight of... oh hah hah. Nevermind! "Lee. I know, it's short. Lee Corsuca, then," he rambles, while raising his eyes to peer over at the Bar and Grill. "Well. It's alright in there. But..." he pauses reluctantly. "Sure. I'll pop in for a quick nip with ya." He grips the lower railing in both hands and prepares to dismount from the stairs when Celise gives him enough clearance.
Celise slips through the door and squints befoe glancing about with a grin. "Well the big ugly man is gone at least." Her tone dry as she makes her way towards the bar. "Hey Gus! Fill this for me would ya? And get this one his drink too on my bill." Sliding onto a stool she yawns a bit and sighs. "I should find my boat. I just... well not sure exactly what planet they are on at the present."
Lee pauses just inside the entrance to give the length of the wetbar, and then the tables, a thorough check. It doesn't take long to analyze the existing patronage. Still a while to go before the noon rush. He doesn't seem to find anything noteworthy himself, although his gaze narrows briefly at the reference to big and ugly. Rejoining Celise barside, Lee chooses to stand, not really trusting the existence of seating. Sometimes the stools are there, sometimes they ain't. It's just too weird. "Really..?" he suddenly peers directly at her. "How's that work. It shoved off without you?"
Celise tosses some credits onto the bar and rubs her neck a bit. "Well.. I don't quite remember what planet it's on. Last I really remember I got here on the shuttle. I'm working with the Phoenix crew." Shrugging, she lifts her flask for a long drink after its filled and sighs. "Ah thats better." Leaning against the bar she studdies the boy. "So what do you do besides bein cute?" <English>
Lee deadpans, "Ain't that enough?" He quietly orders a bottle of draft when the bartender turns his way, then resumes eyeing Celise, and steering the subject right back onto her situation when he speaks again. "What's her name? Your ship. You could check for it over the Cortex," he points out.
Celise's head tilts as she studdies him. "Well sure. If yer a companion. Are ya?" The question is a serious one before she ponders. "The er.. uhmmm... Res.. Resolute! Yeah, the Resolute. Thats it."
He stares at her, then asks evenly, "Are you sure..? You don't sound sure." The comment/question about the Companion gets shoved to the back burner in favour of this mysterious case. The Case of the Absentminded Captain. Captain...? But she's just a wee young thing still. Best make certain. "You're the Captain of the Resolute?"
"Sure? Of course I'm sure.. I mean bein pretty only goes so far. And if thats what you /do/ then why no.. Oh wait. Sure about the ship? Course I am. The Resolute." And then.. blinking again she starts to snicker. "Captain? Oh feck no. Just a pilot in trainin. Really gunna be helping with cargo runnin." She can't help but laugh a bit more at that.. "Captain.. Me.."
Lee settles into a bit more of a lean against the bar's edge, offering a mock-eyeroll in the face of her amusement. "Didn't really think so," he smiles in protest. "But it ain't impossible, 'n'you would've had another bone t'pick if you were the Cap an' I called you crew straight off, right? Any rate... don't believe I've seen or heard of this Resolute. Passengered in plenty boats in my time," he explains sagely, as though he were some old dude dispensing an equally old story. "But, the Resolute crew. Ain't /they/ tryin' to find you as urgent as /you're/ seekin' them?"
Celise ponders that as she studdies him and promply gets side tracked. "How'd you get so pretty? I mean.. I bet your hands don't have a single callus." But his question draws her attention once more. "Well, they might not know I am gone. "I am sorta adapt at sneakin off the Boat when I like."
His mouth falls open a little when it starts to sink in that the gal's not as torn up about her missing vessel as he'd naturally assumed. It takes a few seconds' pause while he shifts some mental gears to account for that factor, meanwhile meeting her eyes more obliquely as he becomes self-conscious under the weight of her gaze. "I've heard of sneaking /on/ to ships that don't particularly want ya. Done that myself a few times. Not so much call for sneaking /off/ them's that /do/ want ya, though," is the last he says on the subject for now. His hands come up into view then, solemnly offered palms up towards her to let her inspect the work-hardening that's sculpted them. All in all, the evidence points to the bare minimum of scrapes and chapped redness, although the tips of his fingers on both hands are toughened. A typist/hacker of sorts? Or a musician.
Celise chuckles at his comment. "Oh I like flyin in the deep black. Don't get me wrong.. Just some times, well some times you just want to answer to noone but you." She shrugs a little and grins, looking at his palms with a chuckle. "Fine fine, so you know a little work. Have ya /thought/ about bein a companion? I bet you wouldn't want for clients youknow." Her tone is a mix of teasing and serious as she leans in slightly and winks. "If I were that kind of pretty /I/ might consider it. Granted i am cute, that I know.. but I know for certain I am no companion beauty."
Lee wears an amused and slightly cautious expression while she plays up to him, then looks at her quietly for a moment after her latter admission, searching for that certain something in her delivery that means she is expecting a strong denial against that last statement. "The Companion breed is about more than pretty faces," he states, resting one hand over the neck of his lager bottle. "With enough muckin' about under a scalpel, an' after a master paintjob, /any/ face can be forced pretty. /You/ don't need none of that." He brings his drink up and tips back for a quick pull at the foamy amber, partly to take the edge off his thirst, partly to cover for the unbidden warmth that's tinged his jaw from making that honest remark, as roundabout as it was. "I never gave Companion work much thought, no. I'm the 'answer to no one but you' type, too." He toasts her briefly with the bottle.
Celise shrugs lightly, taking a swig of her flask before pondering him curiously. "Wanderin aimlessly has its uses. I should know. But personally I crave a little stability for a time. I do." Her gaze falls down to the tattoo on her arm and she grimmaces.. "Why couldn't I have gotten a /little/ bird." Stated more then asked, she simply grins as she looks up. "Well it's been fun chattin but I should really try and figure out what planet I left that ship on.. Mebbe the shuttle will triggure a memory or somethin. So I suppose if Perse is your base planet, I am sure I'll bump into you again."
Lee settles his drink back on the counter for now, relaxing somewhat as she seems to distance herself. "You just might," he agrees, "'specially if you plan on huntin' down the General, even despite us workin' out that he ain't the cause of your pains. I bunk at his shuttle, the Ming Yunn." He clearly retains some curiosity over her ship dilemma, but reins it in so that he only casually comments, "Nice to be able to forget things, at least, I guess. Best of luck with that, Celise. 'N'thanks for the drink, right?"
Celise smiles and hops up, offering a tip of her head. "You too Lee. Mebbe we can get drunk one night and spend the whole rest of the day trying to figure out how we got ourselves in such a compramising position." And with those cheeky words, she flashes him a charming dimpled smile and darts on out of the bar.
Celise is heading up from the direction of the docks. On her right bicep is the shiny new tattoo. And poor Celise doesn't look pleased.. More accurate.. pain. Lots of pain echos across her features. She is helping to combat said pain by sipping frequently from a flask and cursing under her breath as she goes.
Moving easily through a crowd that is more then willing to get the hell out of his way, is a man recognizable to anyone up to date on the Most Wanted people in the Verse. It's Admiral Frost.. and oddly enough the notorious pirate is alone, minus the retinue of killers that normally accompany him. As he makes his way through the Spacer's District he slurps back on a half-empty (or full, depending on viewpoint) bottle of rum. His apparent destination? The Dreggs.Pain. Lots of pain. As she is bumped into someone in passing, a rather distorted yelp is heard from the half drunk pilot and the pain of the impact makes her stagger backwards. "Shit!" Yelping out the word before she eyes her precious flask, her bicep and the flask once more. Gritting her teeth, she takes the flask and slowly pours it over the fresh tatto, trying her hardest not to scream aloud. <English>
At the yelp, the pirate turns his single, contact concealed eye towards the woman. "Heh." is all that comes from Frost's mouth as he continues towards his primary destination. He was a man with a mission... and that mission was likely alcohol related.
Across and a couple businesses down from the Dregs, a set of concrete steps runs alongside a smoke 'n' gifts shop to its four feet elevated entrance. There Lee sits with his knees jutting out from the edge, the iron double railing keeping him from pitching over the side. His two-handed grip on the top bar tightens reflexively at the sounds of acute discomfort splitting the hazy air of the district, and he leans his head out through the horizontal gap, checking up the road towards the docks.
"You!" Comes the single word as she lands right in front of the kid. "You were with him last night.. your friend. Hell if I know his name but I gota bone to pick with him. Now where is he?" The words rattled out, Celise stops right in front of Lee, as her non hurting arm bends and her hand makes a fist as it comes up to rest on her hip.
He should really pay more attentions to his surroundings, Lee should. First he completely misses THE Admiral Frost ducking into the very eatery he'd been surveillancing. And now he's left himself open to being waylaid by an irate young woman. The sudden proximity of her face looking up into his causes the boy to draw instinctively up and away, and the back of his head smacks glancingly into the top railing. The pain! It's contagious! "Ouwh!" he barks, head rebounding forward again at Celise just short of a tragic meeting of the minds. He does manage to gain control of his movements in time, however, and merely lifts his watering gaze to give her a right proper staring. "The General..?" he mumbles in confusion.
Celise grunts. "Nono.. the other one. Aw hellsbells. I don't remember his name. I got drunk and forgot. But I got /this/ as a momento!" Twisting so he can get a good look and she pops open her flask downing another good drink only to scowl as she finds it empty save a drop. "And now Im outa rum! So who was that other one you were with? something about a shuttle. I remember that."
Lee gives the tender-looking tatt a blank look for a moment or two. It's a strangely masculine bird. He takes an extra second to read the words. Ahh, his brows perk. He gets it. "That's the General. Von Dyetrich. Vondye. Von. Any of those sound right to ya?" The boy sorts himself out, drawing his head back more carefully through the railing gap, and easing his body back for good measure, seat of his trousers whsshing briefly along blastcrete. "What'd he do?"
Von.. Vondye.. "Von! That's it. Now where's he at?" She winces slightly as a breeze rustles across her arm and sucks in her breath. "Pain.. Lot of pain! All I remember bout last night and into today. Pain. Did I /mention/ pain?" Peering up at Lee, she squints a bit. "A bit rough about the edges, but you are kinda cute."
"Hmn. Thanks." Lee takes the backhanded compliment distractedly. "'N'you're cute around the edges, but kinda rough. Why pain? He wasn't... he didn't knife you or anything like that? Vondye's a bit of a blade-o-phile." He trips his intent glance up and down the length of her body. Looking for cuts. Yeah, that's the ticket. Cuts.
Celise looks back up at him and blinks a bit. "I am not rough. Only when the need calls for it. Hrmp. No.. if my fuzzy memory serves /he/ talked me into this. He did! Wait.. Wait.. I remember him leavin.. wait. Dammit. Now its all fuzzy again."
Lee does understand the fuzzies. He was pretty much drifting along hazily for much of that morning, himself. However: "Twenty creds. Someone not Vondye bet with you that you'd flake. But you didn't," he reminds. At that summoned recollection, all the pieces begin to fall together for him. "Celise Porter," he says suddenly with a dazed blink.
Celise's brows lift and then she laughs. "Oh yeah! I get twenty creds now!" She grins up to him then... the credits make the pain all better. "Wanna drink The Dregs looks fun. I need to refill my flask." Pausing, her head tilts.. "Whats your name again?"
He pauses before answering, partly because he's still looking back over that particular sequence in his memory. Hmph. He'd said 'pain in the bum', hadn't he. That little quip'd been inspired by the sight of... oh hah hah. Nevermind! "Lee. I know, it's short. Lee Corsuca, then," he rambles, while raising his eyes to peer over at the Bar and Grill. "Well. It's alright in there. But..." he pauses reluctantly. "Sure. I'll pop in for a quick nip with ya." He grips the lower railing in both hands and prepares to dismount from the stairs when Celise gives him enough clearance.
Celise slips through the door and squints befoe glancing about with a grin. "Well the big ugly man is gone at least." Her tone dry as she makes her way towards the bar. "Hey Gus! Fill this for me would ya? And get this one his drink too on my bill." Sliding onto a stool she yawns a bit and sighs. "I should find my boat. I just... well not sure exactly what planet they are on at the present."
Lee pauses just inside the entrance to give the length of the wetbar, and then the tables, a thorough check. It doesn't take long to analyze the existing patronage. Still a while to go before the noon rush. He doesn't seem to find anything noteworthy himself, although his gaze narrows briefly at the reference to big and ugly. Rejoining Celise barside, Lee chooses to stand, not really trusting the existence of seating. Sometimes the stools are there, sometimes they ain't. It's just too weird. "Really..?" he suddenly peers directly at her. "How's that work. It shoved off without you?"
Celise tosses some credits onto the bar and rubs her neck a bit. "Well.. I don't quite remember what planet it's on. Last I really remember I got here on the shuttle. I'm working with the Phoenix crew." Shrugging, she lifts her flask for a long drink after its filled and sighs. "Ah thats better." Leaning against the bar she studdies the boy. "So what do you do besides bein cute?" <English>
Lee deadpans, "Ain't that enough?" He quietly orders a bottle of draft when the bartender turns his way, then resumes eyeing Celise, and steering the subject right back onto her situation when he speaks again. "What's her name? Your ship. You could check for it over the Cortex," he points out.
Celise's head tilts as she studdies him. "Well sure. If yer a companion. Are ya?" The question is a serious one before she ponders. "The er.. uhmmm... Res.. Resolute! Yeah, the Resolute. Thats it."
He stares at her, then asks evenly, "Are you sure..? You don't sound sure." The comment/question about the Companion gets shoved to the back burner in favour of this mysterious case. The Case of the Absentminded Captain. Captain...? But she's just a wee young thing still. Best make certain. "You're the Captain of the Resolute?"
"Sure? Of course I'm sure.. I mean bein pretty only goes so far. And if thats what you /do/ then why no.. Oh wait. Sure about the ship? Course I am. The Resolute." And then.. blinking again she starts to snicker. "Captain? Oh feck no. Just a pilot in trainin. Really gunna be helping with cargo runnin." She can't help but laugh a bit more at that.. "Captain.. Me.."
Lee settles into a bit more of a lean against the bar's edge, offering a mock-eyeroll in the face of her amusement. "Didn't really think so," he smiles in protest. "But it ain't impossible, 'n'you would've had another bone t'pick if you were the Cap an' I called you crew straight off, right? Any rate... don't believe I've seen or heard of this Resolute. Passengered in plenty boats in my time," he explains sagely, as though he were some old dude dispensing an equally old story. "But, the Resolute crew. Ain't /they/ tryin' to find you as urgent as /you're/ seekin' them?"
Celise ponders that as she studdies him and promply gets side tracked. "How'd you get so pretty? I mean.. I bet your hands don't have a single callus." But his question draws her attention once more. "Well, they might not know I am gone. "I am sorta adapt at sneakin off the Boat when I like."
His mouth falls open a little when it starts to sink in that the gal's not as torn up about her missing vessel as he'd naturally assumed. It takes a few seconds' pause while he shifts some mental gears to account for that factor, meanwhile meeting her eyes more obliquely as he becomes self-conscious under the weight of her gaze. "I've heard of sneaking /on/ to ships that don't particularly want ya. Done that myself a few times. Not so much call for sneaking /off/ them's that /do/ want ya, though," is the last he says on the subject for now. His hands come up into view then, solemnly offered palms up towards her to let her inspect the work-hardening that's sculpted them. All in all, the evidence points to the bare minimum of scrapes and chapped redness, although the tips of his fingers on both hands are toughened. A typist/hacker of sorts? Or a musician.
Celise chuckles at his comment. "Oh I like flyin in the deep black. Don't get me wrong.. Just some times, well some times you just want to answer to noone but you." She shrugs a little and grins, looking at his palms with a chuckle. "Fine fine, so you know a little work. Have ya /thought/ about bein a companion? I bet you wouldn't want for clients youknow." Her tone is a mix of teasing and serious as she leans in slightly and winks. "If I were that kind of pretty /I/ might consider it. Granted i am cute, that I know.. but I know for certain I am no companion beauty."
Lee wears an amused and slightly cautious expression while she plays up to him, then looks at her quietly for a moment after her latter admission, searching for that certain something in her delivery that means she is expecting a strong denial against that last statement. "The Companion breed is about more than pretty faces," he states, resting one hand over the neck of his lager bottle. "With enough muckin' about under a scalpel, an' after a master paintjob, /any/ face can be forced pretty. /You/ don't need none of that." He brings his drink up and tips back for a quick pull at the foamy amber, partly to take the edge off his thirst, partly to cover for the unbidden warmth that's tinged his jaw from making that honest remark, as roundabout as it was. "I never gave Companion work much thought, no. I'm the 'answer to no one but you' type, too." He toasts her briefly with the bottle.
Celise shrugs lightly, taking a swig of her flask before pondering him curiously. "Wanderin aimlessly has its uses. I should know. But personally I crave a little stability for a time. I do." Her gaze falls down to the tattoo on her arm and she grimmaces.. "Why couldn't I have gotten a /little/ bird." Stated more then asked, she simply grins as she looks up. "Well it's been fun chattin but I should really try and figure out what planet I left that ship on.. Mebbe the shuttle will triggure a memory or somethin. So I suppose if Perse is your base planet, I am sure I'll bump into you again."
Lee settles his drink back on the counter for now, relaxing somewhat as she seems to distance herself. "You just might," he agrees, "'specially if you plan on huntin' down the General, even despite us workin' out that he ain't the cause of your pains. I bunk at his shuttle, the Ming Yunn." He clearly retains some curiosity over her ship dilemma, but reins it in so that he only casually comments, "Nice to be able to forget things, at least, I guess. Best of luck with that, Celise. 'N'thanks for the drink, right?"
Celise smiles and hops up, offering a tip of her head. "You too Lee. Mebbe we can get drunk one night and spend the whole rest of the day trying to figure out how we got ourselves in such a compramising position." And with those cheeky words, she flashes him a charming dimpled smile and darts on out of the bar.
