Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 22 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: The fires are put out and repairs around the city have begun. With life preserved, eyes turn now to what exactly crashed down into the ocean.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Keeliai | Repairs | Salvage | Other | Oceanside | Shellside | ARSHEPHELIOS-side | Coralside


The majority of fires are reported as under control and repair crews start forming up to bring Keeliai back to her pre-scorched splendour. This is all well and good, but there remains a cluster of debris that crashed into the ocean drawing the attention of salvagers and Foreigners alike. Boats and teams form up and head up to scour the ocean, where the cluster rests upon an expansive and ancient coral formation and can be reached within ten metres of the surface.

Comments

open.

[traitre]

[ qilby had managed to keep his belongings mostly-safe from the looters in the fire sector the day before-- but he'd fended off far too many desperate, sticky-fingered kedan to make him feel comfortable with anything more than a little light salvage around his suite. the lab equipment's easily replaceable, his research and two months of notes perhaps less-so... but his personal effects are simply too important to risk, even as well-guarded as they are.

the krosmoz have enriched his life in several ways and gifted him with much, but rarely is he able to say that they've literally dumped a load of space technology on his house. not that he's complaining -- he's already gathered an array of particularly interesting metal and circuitry (and already considering what to build with them) when he sees out of the corner of his eye a kedan quietly approaching his little pile. yet another thief.

well, he's having none of that! qilby doesn't even bother looking 'round. with a careless wave of his hand, he opens a portal under the young kedan, dropping the poor guy-- oh, just anywhere. possibly on top of an unfortunate passer-by. that'll... teach him? ]

Re: open.

[candystriped]

[ Stocking jumps back as a glowing portal spits a dazed and vaguely terrified kedan right in front of him. When she saw that something had splashed up onto the petticoats, she stomps a heeled foot down on the kedan's hand. ]

You little ingrate, you got mud on my dress! Where'd that portal come from??

[ The kedan tries to free his hand but the angel is stronger than she looks, and finally the thief casts about for his bearings this is so not worth petty theft and points in the direction where Qilby had been. Stocking releases his hand and heads in the indicated direction. ]

Hey! Hey! Whoever dropped that filthy little cretin in my path, you're in trouble!

[traitre]

[ that's enough to get qilby to look around, at least. and as his wide-eyed gaze flicks from the would-be thief, to the empty square around them, to the horrible young woman stalking his way, he sees this playing out a number of ways. few of which are any good at all. he's got a silver tongue on a good day, sure, but something tells him he'd have better luck trying to charm a prespic than this girl.

so he does the smart, adult thing... which is to quickly turn back around and try and pretend he doesn't hear her. he's still got more salvage to do out here -- maybe he can pass himself off as a deaf old man and she'll forgive him all on her own! ]

[candystriped]

[ Sorry Qilby, your hat is a giant beacon of I'm not from around here and as he is the only one around that fits that description (she found talking to the kedan mindlessly boring) she headed in the old one's direction. ]

Excuse me. Did you see what happened?

[traitre]

[ his hat was bound to get him in trouble one day!

well anyway, she's practically right behind him now and he can't exactly ignore her forever (however much he'd like to try) so he turns around and makes a great point of adjusting the glasses perched at the end of his nose, as if to try and see her better. deaf-- and blind.

he's all polite smiles when he replies: ] I'm afraid I didn't. [ he glances past her and jerks his head at the poor kedan, who at this point is just trying to creep away and forget this ever happened. ] Why, do you need help? Did he attack you? You have to be careful with thieves and looters about, you know.

[candystriped]

[ Stocking scoffs at the mere suggestion. ]

Like that worm would be a problem for me even if he was stupid enough to attack!

[traitre]

Aah, of course. I don't know why I even bothered asking. [ and even as he shamelessly tries to flatter her out of forgetting he can create portals, he creates a few portals to yank some stray salvage off the roof of the nearest house.

they drop on top of the already sizable pile with a clatter. ] Well then, if there's no further problem...

[candystriped]

[ Stocking is just about to calm down with the flattery when Qilby opens another portal and her eyes widen before she practically flails at him. ]

Y-You! It was you!

[traitre]

[ WHOA there, he makes some gentle soothing motions as if trying to calm down a cornered gobball. but it's hard to say who's cornered, exactly... ]

Come now, young lady, you said it yourself. He was the one that attacked y--

[ and he's about to point at the offending kedan, but by now he's long gone. whoops. ] Er-- well, in any case, you've quite nothing to worry about now. If we can all just calm down...

[candystriped]

I don't give a shit that he attacked me which he didn't, but you're the one who caused him to get mud on my dress! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this kind of commission done in this city?

[traitre]

[ he glances at her dress and the mud and clears his throat. his tone's faintly wry as he replies. ]

I'm, aah-- I'm afraid I wouldn't know. [ about dresses, of course. not that wearing white all the time doesn't come with it share of problems. ] But if it's payment you require...

[candystriped]

[ Oh, bargaining! Stocking likes getting free stuff. ]

Some kind of compensation would be appropriate. What are you offering?

[traitre]

Oh, no, you misunderstand me. [ a little laugh! SILLY HER. ] I was going to say that if it's payment you require... I'm sadly unable to provide. I've little more than the clothes on my back, you see.

[ and his head, of course. it's hard to tell whether he's honestly this unwitting or he's just having a bit of fun... ]

[candystriped]

[ And Stocking just stands there looking very confused. ]

But you just said...

[traitre]

Oh, I don't believe I said anything of the sort. [ gee, the way he says it is just as nice as could be! ]

But-- [ and he looks down kindly at her from his considerable height] --if I may suggest that, in the future, you refrain from wearing your nicest clothes in the midst of construction...

[ no one's putting the blame on anyone here, of course. ]

[candystriped]

[ Stocking looks scandalized! ]

Don't be stupid! I want to look my best every time I go somewhere!

[traitre]

[ he gestures mollifyingly. ] And you certainly still do.

Think of it this way: the mud only draws attention to how pristine the rest of you looks.

[candystriped]

Oh.

[ Well, that certainly is a step in the right direction and she fluffs her skirt a little. ]

You think so?

[traitre]

I know so.

Now I wouldn't call myself an expert on style, but I'd be surprised if you didn't set a trend, the way you're going. [ he sweeps his arm, displaying the mostly-empty square. ] Just ask anyone here!

[candystriped]

[ just this face, Qilby ]

I'm not an idiot, old man.

[traitre]

[ he has the good sense not to look openly disappointed! laughing a little-- ] Aah, well, you can't fault a man for trying.

In all honesty, though, what do I owe you? [ sweeping his hand at another rooftop, he draws forth another set of portals. he reaches in and pulls out what must've been a circuit board (with wiring still attached) and waves it. ] The kedan are paying quite well for some of these.

[ he'll just give them a few of the less-valuable pieces and keep some of the better ones for himself. because honestly, what can a dress cost? ]

[candystriped]

[ Stocking waved a hand at the tech debris. ]

A favour.

[traitre]

Er... [ arching a brow, he lightly tosses the tech onto the pile with all the others.

he hadn't really accounted for this. ]

...Well, alright then. What is it?

[candystriped]

[ She tosses her hair over her shoulder. ]

I haven't decided, you'll just owe me one. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change.

[traitre]

[ what an awful young lady.

momentarily stunned by what just happened there, qilby doesn't really find it in him to protest. besides, what's he going to say? he's already agreed to doing a favor for her.

he'll probably regret that later. ]