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Yiski:
*Yiski chuckles at Ny*
Good grief... if I didn't know any better I'd have to assume you're a female version of Roland. Always tryin' be to kind, courteous, and helpful... not that I'm sayin' that's a bad thing, it's really the opposite. Need more people like the two of you.

*Yiski fixed himself a mug of Frost Fire Ale and takes a large swig*
To add on what I said before, I'm not gonna let a lady go out into that hell and it extends to I'm not gonna let ya sleep on the couch.

*Yiski surveys the saloon and still notices Tim sitting in the corner, still with his drink from the morning*
I swear I'm never gonna understand his obsession with cloud whales.

RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks-

*Zill and Jun'ko both smirk. Jun'ko is quick with a remark*

Serves you right with all that nonsense. *She vanishes for a few seconds and then emerges from the hull* Looks to be all done oh captain.

*Zill takes a final check, and gets all the guns on her.*

Finally battle ready. Its been awhile since ive made a run in However we died. Good times.

*The storm outside still raging, Zill realizes going anywhere is probably a terrible idea for anyone.*

Alright. Looks like this is our home tonight. And I wont have any complaints out of either of yea. Jun'ko you can take the bed in the back. BdrLine we get to figure out our own arrangements.

*He walks over and pours a mug for himself, taking a long swig.*

*Jun'ko seems pleased with her work today.*

Well that was a lot more than i expected to get done today. Im so lazy when youre not around Zill. Too bad no big surprise today though. Im looking forward to it!

*He beckons with the mug.*

It will be a grand sight for sure. Especially for all these dockworkers.

BdrLineAzn:
--Docks--
*Rubbing his head*

Oh haha, At least i still i can engineer better than other people

*hears the storm*

Yeah i agree about that storm, even i won't go out in that. But there was that one time i went out with a prototype tesla coil, bad time that was.

*looks around the warehouse for a place to sleep*

Hmm i dont mind sleeping on those crates, my times traveling, i got used to it.

-Saloon--
*Ny-Lee to Yiski*

Well I remember Zill telling me a few days back to keep some of my feminine side around, Still doesn't mean i can't take care of myself. But thanks again for your room

Lord Dick Tim:
-Saloon-

Tim kept his counsels to himself, bearing the glances and whispers with an ease that comes with the stigma of being a mad man.  He'd enjoyed his first draw of the proffered drink, the usual thick syrup that coated and burned the throat on its passage, numbing the constant companion of paint that dwells deep within his chest.

Among the coming and goings of the saloons patrons a skinny man in a heavy oil storm coat soaked in rain with the blazon of a dancing lion on his left breast came in with a short yet wide darkly lacquered box and placed it on the table Tim occupied before snapping his feet together with a loud clap and offering a crisp salute, the tips of his fingers just at his brow, before turning about on a toe when his captain gave him the slightest nod of acknowledgment.

Tim regarded the box with a fowl glare, his mouth twisted in disgust before working the simple lever locks and exposing the contents, crisp white papers with official looking seals accompanied by trays containing an archaic metal fountain pen and ink well.

Setting his serum/poison/liquor aside Tim set about examining the stack of documents, which quickly took the form of a ledger and customs regulations.  With a few broad strokes of his pen with a flourish of form that betrays an education that is not apparent by his appearance,  he signs the documents before looking into the box for what should be a small sponge of pressed material to set his signet in.  Not seeing one in the box he turns to look up at the last place he thought he saw somebody attending the saloon,

"I need a clean rag.  Clean".

RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks-

*Zill stares at BdrLine*

Works for me. I'll probably sleep on the Squid somewhere. Always could find comfy places on ships.

*He turns to Jun'ko*

Get your tail in there and get some rest. You'll want it after todays work. I know i do.

*Jun'ko heads for the room and teases them*

Yea yea. Just dont go peering though the windows. These wrenches of mine have a tendency to break things as well as fix them when needed. *Wiggles her butt out the door and closes it.*

*Zill sighs.*

Like that would ever work.

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