[Interim One] Bivona

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Arbles mumbled quietly. "I'm not a tool, please don't try to use me as one... I don't think I can stay that hot for that long anyways. That's like..." She yawned, as if to emphasize her point, "A loooooot of energy..." The tiny pilot blinked a few times, looking across the room to another redheaded small person. "Heyyyyy.... Who are you? You're new..."
 
The fellow small red head tilted her head in suprise- mostly at how somone could sleep when somone was just sitting there talking and talking... No, actually that made sense now that she thought about it. Wait, what was that about her staying hot? She doesn't look that... Maybe time to think of a different topic. "Ah, hello! I'm Rhea. I... May or may not be staying here tonight. And maybe a little longer who knows... Did I say that before? I feel like i did. I need a new opening line..."

The redhead waved at the kid that just woke up in the apperent mad scientist pfofesser's room that may or may not have mystic powers, clad in a slightly burned jacket, and slightly ratty clothing. It was probably time for a proper change in wardrobe soon...
 
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Plaza


"That's not always a good thing." Dahlia said as she rolled her neck to look at Mikodimus, eyeing the metal flask being offered. She pulled a hand off her hip, motioning the drink away. "Maybe later. Let's... just get back before someone blows up the ship."

Quite frankly, it was a real possibility. The scholar motioned for Cognis to follow along, heading back down the narrow and curved alleyways towards the southern side of the colony.

Lot 21
ISS Downrider

Dahlia heaved on the cold handle attached to the side door of the Downrider. The door was once used purely as an escape method, but when the ship was re-purposed, it was turned into a grade-A sealed entrance. Still though, it was not enough to keep the door from obtaining a thin layer of ice in the persistent sleet falling onto the lot.

After another attempt, the door cracked open, sending a thin sheet of ice flying back onto Dahlia and company. The scholar grumbled it off, wiping away the flakes of ice as she stepped into the main commons of the ship. She wiped her boots off several times at the mat that had been haphazardly thrown below the entrance, letting the others shuffle in before all the heat vented away from the area.

The door closed behind her, she squinted and looked around the dim interior. It seemed most people we're either out of the ship, or huddled away in the cargo bay. The only activity in the main room appeared to be some misplaced stacks of papers, a few dormant Pixy units, and a very bent piece of furniture. There was, however, an unfamiliar voice from down the hall. Might as well make use of them while they're here. "Osco, what all happened while I was gone?" Dahlia asked, to no response.

The scholar squinted further and pulled one corner of her mouth in at the unusual amount of silence to the question. She then took a few steps into the commons area, noticing the bundle of blankets wearing a pair of fox-like ears sitting on the couch. Before she asked though, she reminded herself of the new recruits following suit. The scholar turned around, shedding the grey and purple cloak and letting it hang on a wooden pole sticking out of the rafters. "So, welcome to our little expeditionary home on wings."

She smiled, somewhat falsely as she looked over at Caesar who had followed in. "We are looking for some new recruits, after a few of our last pull ditched. Sssomething about workers compensation not being good enough."

Workers comp generally didn't cover the probability of hostile glaives on-site. "But, tell me what you have to offer in return."

After a moment, she leaned a little over towards Deimos, talking quietly. "Cognis broke out and said something happened. Have you seen the other robot?"
 
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Mikodimus took the flask and placed it back into his overcoat. He gave her a nod and smile at the dismissal of the drink. He could not help but grin as she teased the idea of having a drink later. He could not help but wonder if this drink would be with others or just the two of them. Had the hand holding gone too far, was this going another level.

Lot 21
ISS Downrider

His mind was a mess of confusion as he walked back to the ship with the team. As he neared his confused thoughts cleared as something felt off about the ship. It seemed too still, too quite knowing how rowdy the crew tends to be. He tailed behind the team as they went into the ship. "Home sweet home, where the booze flows free and the treasure is ever happening." He said with a smile as he walked into the common area. "Don't mind the robots, they are friendly." He said using air quotes on the word "friend".
 
ISS Downrider, the glorious cozy piece of junk

Arbles stifled a yawn successfully this time. He's.... He's weird. NNot as weird as uh... That Juryrig guy... Though. She thought to herself. "M'name's... Arbles, is what most people call me usually... Full name is Arb-ih-tra-tid though. You should probably change, your jacket looks kinda... Burnt. And uh, try to not blow up the ship please..." The just, general fatigue oozed out of the smol's voice like toxic waste from a hyper-corner-cutting business's drainage system.

She did, however, hear the voice of Dahlia emanating through the ship. "Oh, cool, Dahlia's back..." A sleepy, kinda-shout, "Hiiii Dahlia!"
 
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"By the tone of your voice, you say that as if I’m not acquainted with on-site hazards.” Caesar said, noticing something moving in his peripheral vision, taking cover behind his ship. Within a second, he whips out a strange looking gun, and points it to where the shadow went, behind his ship, without even looking at the target. He uttered “For example-”, then went on to a louder tone of voice, retaining his aura of aloofness and confidence; “How long have you been following us?

Yvonne hesitated, realizing she’d been caught. “Since you stopped at the town not too far from here” she stuttered “ I thought maybe I could join you guys?”. She looked around nervously and then continued “I have a few good skills and make excellent clothes” she attempted a friendly smile “Can you please stop pointing that at me? It’s really intimidating.

Caesar, showing restraint, spins the gun in his hand before putting it back in the holster, idly turning around to face the girl cowering beneath his ship. “Do you have a few exemplary models to show us? Or some sort of catalog?

A very wide smile flashed across Yvonne’s face, she was ready for this sort of question, she whipped the large bag off her back and pulled out several neatly folded articles of clothing, displaying them in the air and then quickly folding them back up and moving to the next one “oh and while I do love the whole ‘dangerous adventure look that you have going on right now I think the shirt you’re wearing could use a bit of love and you would look sooooooo much better in boots I have so many possible solutions to such an incomplete look” she paused. “I hope I didn't just offend you that would be awful

Not in the slightest. In fact, I’m looking for something to replace my shirt. I found it in some backwater station, and bought it to match my coat, but I’m not sure.” He said, curious but pensive as to make sure that this could work out in favor of him getting into his target locale.

Hmmmm. I personally think the shirt is fine but the pants need something different….OH! I know! How about…” she dug through her bag and found a pair of black, baggy army fatigues and a pair of mountain climbing boots. “Do you think this would work?”

Depends, The jacket stays though.” Caesar said, shortly followed by him examining the boots, and putting one on. “Have any white or off-white suit shirts on you? I have to maintain my appearances.

Yvonne looked almost offended “But of course! White suit shirts are like the most popular article of clothing for men!” She grabbed one out of her bag and tossed to him, then paused and looked at him with a slight grin “those can all be on the house by the way, you know, for not shooting me.

Nonsense, Good work deserves good compensation.” He reached in his suit pocket and grabbed out a small little gemstone made of fine emerald, and handed it to her. “Traded this from a ‘toll booth’ a few miles from here.” He turned back toward dahlia, satisfied in his display of both offensive capability, and reasoning skills, secure in the notion that he made a potential bad situation into one advantageous for his means. He replied only with; “What do you think?” to dahlia, as he in the background, handed the horned one his business card.
 
ISS Downride-

"HALLOOOOOOOO!" Juryrig suddenly appeared with his signature, mile-wide smile and his eye-popping cherry red duster, as if Arbitrated's own thoughts and Marie mentioning his name are what summoned the madman to spontaneously meet and greet Rhea with a rather intrusive handshake; from behind him, a hellish pillar of blazing flames and ethereal runes burst from behind him, greatly over-dramatizing the moment.

"I am so, SO sorry, I was just so distracted with my work - Oh yeah, here's your work -" He said quickly as he gave Marie the blueprints that he 'borrowed'. " - with my work on my own personal, um... I mean, I'm calling it an Anime Power Belt for now, but that'll change by the time I really narrow down the aesthetic and functionality of the tool. ANIME BUDDIES!" Juryrig cackled madly, further confirming whatever Rhea's thoughts are about him. Just... Whatever thoughts they might have had, they're true, all true.

"Nooooow.... I heard about something having to do with reinforcement on a subatomic level... But most importantly, my name! Of course I'd be glad to apply a wee bit of alchemy into your life, it's.... PART, of why I'm still around, and not splitting off to do my own spin-off series."

"Now who's the new small fry?" Juryrig, the madman, turned his abyss-colored eyes to Rhea, and put both hands on his hips as he stooped down to meet their level.
 
The vulpine boy looked to Dahlia with a raised eyebrow. He blinked a couple times in bewilderment, surprised that Cognis is functional once more. It was then that he realized that he may have been what Osco was referring to beforehand in regards to a "Malfunctioning robot." He made note that it might be in his best interests to find her and apologize for the comment.

Deimos hummed. His ear twitched and he tapped his chin, then whispered "Cargo bay." to the woman. He jammed his thumb over his shoulder before turning his attention to the people seeking to join the crew. He raised his gauntlet in a curt wave and curled his lips into a slight smile. He tried to ignore the raving madman who was busy reminding everyone that he is indeed a madman. "You can call me Deimos."
 
ISS Downride

"Good lord Jury, didn't anyone teach you about personal space." Miko said as he let out a small laugh. He had got to know him well enough to know this was completely normal and hoped it would not scare the smalls. In fact Miko thought for a moment and wondered why so many new faces had decided to show up. They must of heard about all the treasure they brought back and wanted in on the action.

Miko let a smile cross his face as he leaned down to speak with Rhea. He reached out and gave her a pat on the head. "Hey girl, welcome to the crew. Try not to let the big guy do any experiments on you." He commented as his smile turned to a grin. He leaned back up and walked over to find a place to sit.
 
ISS Downrider

"Hey its not my fault my clothes are like this... Also Osco gave me this jacke-"

Rhea blinked at the sudden arrival, and stayed very still, lest she wander into that ridiculous fire behind him, or knock a machine over, or touch that still piping hot thing that popped out of whatever that other piping hot thing is. OR trip over the girl asleep in here. The crazy, creepy uncle looking guy has returned. "Uhhh- I uhh-" How to get out of this one.. If only there was a conveniently arriving- oh. There was one now. Though... He seemed weird too.

"... Rhea." She finally said, in response to juryrig's question on 'who was the small fry', and to the red head as well. Crew? Her? apart of it? ... Maybe. It seems weird, and possibly not that safe judging from what all she'd seen so far, but man did it look fun at least. But... She would still have to talk to the captian about that, huh? "And uhh, Not, really a crew member... Yet? And Uh, I'll keep that in mind about the... experiment thing?" She of course, quickly brushed off the uninvited patting as she thought about having to talk to the captain... And leeannedd out the door to see if this dhalia that the other red head mentioned was said captain. That would sure be conveninet, or a quick way to get kicked off the ship. Definetely one of those things. Also perhaps she shouldn't show off anythign too out of the ordinary around the strange creepy guy, lest he use is as anexcuse to try and push for experiments.
 
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ISS Downrider

"Yeah," Marie stated, quite used to Juryrig's mess now. "Can you do it?"

She would be angry at him stealing her notes, but honestly, she had other, more pressing matters to deal with as of the current date as she pressed the driver into the mad alchemist's hands, not even bothering with his answer as she predicted insanity to spew from his mouth anyway. Like building the next driver. And probably calming down the little orphan girl. Wait, Marie was also an orphan.

Ah, whatever.

"Just know that most people on this ship really aren't people you'd want to talk to...normally. You'll get used to it over time." Marie told the redheaded child. "Somehow I've become one of the more normal people. And I'm a Sage. I'm not used to being a 'normal person.'"
 
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ISS Downrider


Dahlia pursed her lips and nodded. She then raised her head and leaned back as someone called her name. She peered down the hall to look at the ship's pilot, peeking through the doorframe. The scholar gave a little half-wave and a smile in return, that faded as she soon noticed another new face. "Hey... who's tha-" she started, but was drowned out by the voice of Juryrig budging in like a megaphone- and then quickly overrun by the sudden amount of people working out of the cargo bay.

After a few moments, Dahlia perked back up, taking a head count of everyone now inside. She exhaled, moving across the room to address the newcomers. She paced over near the doorway, pointing a finger at Caesar briefly. "I am the captain here, not you." With an overly-announced huff, the blue-haired woman turned to face the newcomer with an immediately raised. It was a bit of an unusual sight, but not one she hadn't seen before. Still, she was briefly taken aback.

The Scholar chewed the thought over, pondering the applications a clothier could have on an expedition. She reached for her satchel, pulling out a loose stack of a few papers. With a roll of her hand, she flipped them over to the overly enigmatic man and the horned woman. Apparently they did have workers compensation. "Dahlia," she introduced, eyeing the horned clothier, "we need some more manpower overall. Any skills can help."

She let the two read over the various legal babble and application forms- which was more or less a simple "what can you do" question, and turned around to address the... other new face. The now-proclaimed captain looked at the young girl with an odd expression, as she motioned Juryrig to politely crawl back... wherever he goes when he's not around. She eyed the red-haired girl briefly, looking them over. "And how did you get on my ship..." she started, before noticing the damp white coat, adorned with pale green seams and triangles. She flicked a bit of ash off of it, squinting briefly in the direction of the cargo bay. "I overheard a name, Rhea?"

Dahlia leaned back, scratching her arm a bit. There wasn't a very subtle way to phrase her concern. "You look, a little young to be trying to hop onto an expedition."

Then again, she said the exact same thing to the pilot.
 
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ISS Downrider


"Uhhh..." Well she wasn't expecting to be questioned... quite so soon, especially with all of... that, going on just nearby. "Yeah that's, my name..." Rhea thought about how to handle all this for a moment. And thennn Decided to go with honestly.

"Uh, So! I, wasn't trying to hop on at firrrsstt but, for me its probably better than staying here..." She gestured at her generally subpar clothing, but didn't elaborate too much further as she quickly moved on. She hated playing the pity card- it was why she had resorted to theft afterall. "Soo... I snuck aboard the ship like uhhh, riiightt under everyone's noses, and got caught becuase i didn't have enough upper body strength to keep holding onto the ceiling." She didn't feel like it was the greatest of first impressions to lead with, but, hey, the robot and the fox guy both knew she was totally a thief anyway.

"... Soo, I'd um, Like to offer my services as, a sneaky person. If that kind of thing is uh, needed." She said, glancing at the cadre of mad scientists, surely at least one ex soldier looking person, and... a clothier? "Anndd if nott Caaaannn you... you know. Take me anywhere but here? The uh..." Rhea gave an awkward cough. "Um, local mob doesn't really like me too much after I kinda... landed on one of their sons. And then ran off."
 
Caesar looks over the documents, took out a pen from his suit jacket and then started going at the paper like a ravenous dog with it, writing multitudes of skills and proficiencies, marking those he saw best fit in bold ink. By the end if it, the paper was practically black. He dried off the paper by waving it a little bit, and then handing it to Dahlia, penmanship neat but not perfect around the edges.

"So, it's settled then. And I won't need any ship space, either. Just send me co-ordinates and I'll be on my way." He started to walk back to his ship before turning back for a moment to say; "And if you need it, my ship has living capacity for up to three. Ciao!", before turning back and walking to his ship to go get supplies.

He made it.
 
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