Dinner on the Chainless; A Meal and a Farce

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus was standing over the pan as he spun his concoction around. It was a rather tasty sauce he'd cooked up, most of it was protein paste heat into goo then watered down with whiskey. The cooking process cooked off most of the alchohol so it because a nice sauce that, with the right spices, gave the food Jay had prepared a nice and healthy burn to it. The goo was somewhere between a sauce and a stew...

He brought the pan over to the table, the rest of the crew had assembled. They were on route to their destination and he felt the need to have at least ONE sit down meal to start things off. 

He poured a ladle of the brown and golden goo onto his own plate, before moving on to anyone else who was daring enough to try the goop.

After he made the round he set the pot down and looked about. He was at the head of the table and it was a full table at that.

"Right. I won't stand on ceremony or grace." He held up a tall glass of clear, cold, water. "But I'd like to start off with an introduction due and delayed." He stood up and addressed the group. 

"My name is Marcus O'Terra. I am your captain, of this ship the Chainless. I'd like to think I'm a good man, who has done very bad things. I..... damnit I'm really no good at this sort of thing. But we're going into a job and I figure it be best if everyone knows who they're working with. Some might disagree, but I hold to trusting the folk beside you when you toe the line of the law." 

He pointed to the person seating to his right, "You start, and work down the line. Stand, speak a bit, and stay for a spell"

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana looked around her at the faces surrounding the table.  She took in what Marcus said about being a good man who had done bad things.  That made her wonder a little more about the conversation they had back on Morse's ship.  She chewed her lip while he spoke wondering exactly what was wanted of her.

When he indicated the person next to him, with a start she realized that was her.  She stood and said, "My name is Ilana Logan.  I'm the ship's mechanic and electrical engineer.  I'm not good with this sort of thing because  I don't have much to tell.  I'm hot headed and I don't deal well with ignorance.  I'm easy going when I'm not pissed off or pissing someone else off.  Combine those two and its about half the time.  I don't like being lied to, so I don't lie to other people."

Not knowing what else to say, she stopped talking and nodded to the person sitting next to her, indicating it was their turn to speak.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Hawkeye

Hawkeye sat down with his food, it would be filling, that he was sure of, besides that all bets were off. Marcus began his spiel, Hawkeye began to roll his eyes, this wasn't preschool. 

Hawkeye listened to Ilana and thn it was his turn. Hawkeye had no clue what to say. Name is Hawkeye Hamlin. I'm the pilot, Im quite a good shot, and if I had to I could probably shoot any of you between the eyes. Ill trust each of you when my trust is earned, but for now I think we have a working trust, but please don't tell me your darkest secrets."

Hawkeye remained standing per instruction, and motioned to Ilana to get back up, as well as to the next person to say their piece.

[Jay Fuller]

Jay followed Marcus to the table, bringing in a large plate of meat-like items. Granted, some was canned and canned meat was disgusting, it was still meat and that's all Jay cared about. Along with the meat, he made some vegetables, basically he tried to make a large meal since this was their first one together. He thought that maybe he made a bit too much food due to limited stores, but he figured he'd fuck it. Well, in the sense that he didn't care. He wouldn't actuallyfuck the food. That would be highly inappropriate.

After setting the food at the center of the table, he walked over and sat next to Hawkeye since it was the only seat open. Then, Marcus got up and introduced himself. After him, Ilana. Then Hawkeye. After Hawkeye sat down Jay said, "Well, shit. And here I was hoping I could tell you every detail of my every waking moment!" He chuckled a bit as he stood up.

"Hey there," he began, "I'm Jay Fuller, your resident medic and cook. I'm a bit of a bore if you don't know me, I tend to keep to myself when I'm around people I don't know. I think I locked myself in my room for the first week we were on this ship. However, when I know you, I can be very talkative and incessantly chipper, so if I get on your nerves, just say 'shut the fuck up.'"

[Bishop Morse]

Tai Mihn Tian


His things had been set inside of a hallway down the stairs that led into the room he was at then. He had not yet decided nor been told it was that he should place them, but he would find a way about it. He had spent the earlier portions of the trip so far inside of the cargo bay of all placed. It was not the most quiet of places as someone would pass over on the catwalk and their feet would clump upon it. But Tai Minh wanted to get an understanding of where he was, to feel a stronger sense of why he was there. He found the belly of the vessel to be the best place for it, as he would be out of everyones way, and rather undisturbed. He had spent that time with a book open, the cover of which had the symbols 启蒙的的教诲 across it. He did not need to read from it, he knew the whole thing practically from memory. Regardless, he wanted to see the words. He did not read much from it, but instead had set it down and sat in silence. He didn't move from that spot centered in the cargo bay for most of an hour, and then stood up and moved about the ship to see it. When they had been called in to the galley for meal time, Tai Minh moved in without any questions. It was similar to many of the temples that he had resided in. They stuck to a schedule as it was the best way to keep a mind healthy. Tai Minh had entered, and though it wasn't his choice, find himself at the other end of the table, directly opposite the man who had brought him there in the first place.

He was not sure what was to be expected at this portion, but paid attention to what was said. He had been through earlier and seen that Marcus had made his sauce with an additive of whiskey, and thus Tai Minh respectfully declined. As that portion was finished he listened to the captain begin speaking. He had some trouble understanding what he was saying, but he thought he said that he would not say grace. Tai Minh understood that, and that was fine with him. Most likely the captain just wasn't as prepared as perhaps Tai Minh was. But in furthering what he was saying, Tai Minh saw what he would do. He heard Marcus speak. Tai Minh liked that the man recognized that he was flawed. No being was perfect, one could only strive to balance themselves. And Dharma said that to obtain balance, one must understand that they are not of balance. The next that went was a woman. The mechanic, and she as well recognized that she was a flawed person. Rage was a dangerous thing, but all man needed to quell their fire in their own way. She seemed to have that. The next somewhat disturbed Tai Minh. He was defensive, and boasted his strengths. This was common, but Tai Minh's eyebrows came together when he noted his ability to kill. To destroy life was not the Dharma, and Tai Minh did not see why one would wish to bolster their ability to do such a thing. 

"Man's nature" He whispered to himself, reciting exactly what was written in his book. "is like a dense thicket that has no entrance and is difficult to penetrate." Tai Minh noted to the flaws of all who had spoken, but particularly to the two men who had both suggested a path of the less the righteous. He was caught up in his own thoughts, and had completely missed the words of the young man to his left. He only came in at 'just say shut the fuck up'. Tai Minh looked a bit confused as he hadn't heard any of the rest of what was said. He hoped that he had not missed something important. And then he could see it was his turn. He knew that he must now stand and speak, and though he did not know what to say specifically, he had an idea of what he had to do.

Tai Minh stood, closed his eyes, and held his right hand in front of his body. He was centered with the table. His middle and index finger were erect, and his thumb close to them, the others down. The then began to speak, not very loudly, but loud enough that all could hear.

"Zhè zhǒng shípǐn shì zhěnggè yǔzhòu de lǐwù,
Měiwèi jiāyáo shì shēngmìng de xīshēng,
Kěnéng shì zhídé wǒmen jiēshòu tā.
Yuàn zài cǐ shíwù néngliàng,
Gěi wǒ lìliàng,
Wèile gǎibiàn wǒ de bùjiànkāng de sùzhì
Wèi jiànkāng de.
 
Wǒmen wèi zhège shípǐn amregrateful,
Kěnéng wǒmen rènshi dào juéxǐng jìng
Wèile zhòngshēng de yuángù.
Ná mó ēmítuófó."

His expression did not move as he went through the short prayer. If the captain did not wish to stand upon grace, Tai Minh would of course carry the burden for him, and he was somewhat thankful to be able to do so. As he finished his eyes opened, and his slight smile returned to his face. "Tai Minh Tian." He said, bowing slightly to the group. "I'm from the Zos Sishen Monestary." Tai Minh said simply. Of course no one would know where that was, but details were a sort of vanity that Tai Minh did not go into without it being requested of him. He thought he'd spent enough time already, and would give the next person their opportunity to introduce themselves to the whole.

[Ilana Logan]

Amelia


Amelia listened to the rest of the introductions, what an interesting bunch they had here, this would be fun.

Guy was a thief like Amelia, Amelia had known they had something important in common, though she highly doubted Guy slept his way into secure areas to steal people's treasures, though is wasn't impossible, he was handsome in a scruffy kind of way. Guy made it clear to Marcus that he disliked the term burler, Amelia couldn't blame him, she preferred to be called a procurer of information, or a freelance wealth redistribution specialist.  

Guy's story was fascinating, Amelia listened to every word, of course it sounded a little far fetched, but it was a great story all the same. "Wow Guy sounds like quite the adventure, I've never had anything like that happen on one of my jobs." Amelia purred letting the words fall from her lips like sweet honey. Amelia placed a hand on Guy's, what a manly name Guy, leg and leaned in just waiting to hear more.

[Ray Hudson]

Guy Hughes

Guy enjoyed the little addition that Tai Minh had made to the story. It helped build the mental image of the story and Guy wasn't one for more minor details. Guy didn't expect Amelia to comment on his story but it did leave a big grin on his face. When she placed her hand on his leg, Guy felt a great sense of accomplishment. He assumed the story was going well. He was feeling much better about this trip every second he spent on that ship. Amelia mentioned that nothing like what he was explaining ever happened to her on one of her jobs. Guy looked at Amelia and leaned closer to her.

"Oh, but it wasn't a job." Guy said softly, a smile glued to his face. Then, in a swift motion, Guy grabbed his fork off of the table, rose it high up in the air and he stared towards the ceiling with the most gallant expression he could form. "It was a quest to find my true destiny!" He exclaimed, now with an aura of enthusiasm.

"So, naturally I assumed that the dragon needed to die." Guy continued, now calmer. "But!" He said loudly, trying to surprise people. "Before I could do anything, it spoke.'GUY!'" He imitated the dragon's voice by simply making himself sound older and deeper. "I nearly shit my pants when it said my name. 'You are the only one who can restore beauty to this land!' I didn't know what he was talkin' about but then Tai Minh spoke up. He told me that when he was a kid, the dragon sent him telepathic images that showed him what the moon used to look like. It was green with trees, grass and life. Alien life, a sentient species that wasn't our own. But eventually the land died out and then so did the people. The dragon also sent him an image of me and told him that eventually, he would meet me and when he did he would have to send me to him." The last sentence was a bit difficult to say and Guy stopped for a moment, wondering if he phrased it right. 

"Then the dragon told me that the only way for me to restore the land was if I kept robbing people’s houses when their asleep or at work. Tai Minh was also tasked with being my protector, making sure no one stopped me. So I accepted the responsibility, knowing that I was the only one who could." Guy leaned back with a false sense of pride, a cheeky grin on his face. His leg still remained frozen in place, paranoid that if he moved the hand would disappear. "So right now I'm on a quest to resurrect an ancient, alien civilization. No big deal, don't think of me like I'm some kinda hero." Guy then looked up at the ceiling, looking as if he remembered something. "I have been meaning to buy a sword though." Guy muttered to himself. He looked to his left side and patted his hip twice. "I'd go right there."

Guy had taken Marcus' question in a different direction than intended. Normally Guy ended the tale at the mention of the dragon but Amelia's response prompted him to continue, so he improvised.

[Ilana Logan]

Rienna Stone


The conversation mellowed out a bit; Some humorous bits here and there. A few colorful words were expressed; More and more like home. A few questions from the Shepard to Marcus; to which Riena was inclined to listen to, Why not get a bit of information she had not thought to ask about. Back home there was great respect for the patience that came along with his line of work, Riena wouldn't say the could be friends at this juncture, but respect he shall get either way. 

 Pushing her food around, taking a few bites her and there. Riena's gaze shifted over the different faces surrounding the table, familiarizing herself with the crew. Her fork scraping the side of the plate making a slightly high-pitched screech as it moved. Making note of each expression. Slowly chewing her food, as if it was to last her a lifetime. Her eyes wandered further. The old tarnished utensil now stuck into a small mound of food, still held in her hand. The faces showed of weariness, another cold and of slight disdain? Lascivious, and wanton. Few of the others carefree and calm. But only so much could be said for ones facial expressions. Lies could be told more often than not. 

 The ever exciting story that became the pairing of the Bandit, and the Shepard came next. The cause of the meeting seemed simple enough. Her eyebrows quickly drew together as Guy began speaking. The thievery and the chase. All done for the better survival of oneself. We've all been there. As the story progressed it began to wind into what sounded more like a tale rather than factual. But nonetheless all stories even if embellished; could very well be true.Then he mentioned the mystical animal in the cave. 

Riena couldn't hold back the laughter as her brought her cup down with a slight thump, grabbing her stomach as she laughed. "It was green" the Shepard added, only adding to the comical narrative. Riena leaned in slightly to add to the story, and a question. But was cut short by the young-miss on the other side, Her gaze sultry and of obvious longing. Her hand itchy to touch. "Wow Guy sounds like quite the adventure, I've never had anything like that happen on one of my jobs." Her hand made it's stealthy advance toward his leg. Riena watched with amusement as she sipped from her empty cup. Realizing it's contents were not longer there, she set it down. And then the story-teller went off the deep end. Grabbing his fork, lunging into the air. Utinsel held high. His voice boomed with charimas a his far-fetched tale continued. When he mentioned the sword, and the aliens Riena began to look around at the others gauging there reactions. Scratching at her eyebrow with her thumb, She let a low whistle escape her lips. Trying to keep from laughing hysterically 

 "Well.. got any...uh tea 'round here?" Taking a awkward sniff, as her mouth twitched slightly into a smirk. Grabbing her empty cup Riena pushed herself from the seat, shaking her head as she turned to glide over to the foodstuffs. Pulling out the small compartments, sifting through the drawers looking for Jasmine or at least Gunpowder. When naught was found, she Kneeled down to the bottom part of the shelves; A few inaudible words resounded from behind the counter. Grumbling from below, she fought with the disorganization within. When a few beats passed, her head popped back up and her hand held two small yellow film covered packets.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Hawkeye

Hawkeye sat and listened to Guy ramble on, he was quite an entertaining story teller, of courese Hawkeye believed none of it, but all the same it entertained him. This was fun, a simple meal just hanging out, something Hawkeye had rarely experienced in his life, before this he'd always been a silent soldier, or on a ship full of secrets, or among scappers he had little to talk about with, this was really the first time Hawkeye felt he could sit and chat with no duty hanging over him. 

Hawkeye found one thin odd, Amelia, Amelia was doting on Guy like a young school girl. Hawkeye couldn't help being suspicious, Amelia couldn't be in love, which ment she was trying to get something from guy, but what that was Hawkeye wasn't sure, maybe just a screw, but he doubted it. 

Seeing as Hawkeye's cup was also empty he was about to get up to get more, when Riena asked about tea, tea sounded wonderful, "that sounds like a great idea wanna grab me a tea too?"

[Bishop Morse]

Tai Mihn Tian


Tai Minh was not familiar with this rendition of how they came across each other before. Guy had come up with a number before, but he didn't hear this one. The dragon portion sounded familiar, and that was likely because Tai Minh knew several stories about a wise dragon, that he may well have told to Guy. And given that, this was Guy regurgitating what he had taken out of it. It was amazing that Tai Minh could say something, and the logic behind it, and Guy could dismiss it as if he hadn't said a word until he wanted to bend it. Tai Minh followed the story with hand gestures. When the mention of his being a child come up, he held his hand low like you would to describe someone short. And the mention of telepathy, he pointed in his head. "Zhè bìng méiyǒu zǔzhǐ tāshā sǐ lóng"Tai Minh said, remarking on the first portion of Guy's mentioning of the dragon. "And thus the first house robbed was that of the Dragon." Tai Minh said in regards to the Dragon. He maintained his smile and then picked up his fork and began to cut the food in front of him into a portion that was very easy to manage. 

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus leaned back as Guy began his tale, and a smile brimmed on his face as the man began to speak of 'destiny' and that sort of thing. He actually liked the tale. It sounded like the old-Earth stories he heard round the junk yards. After Burts, but before the War. 

A simple time, straightforward, less deadly. Marcus chuckled at Amelia's words, wondering if she was being serious or just playing the man for what was between his legs. Then Guy played back and Marcus was struggling to withhold laughter. A light chuckle broke out under his hand, which covered his mouth.

If nothing else these two men had gotten him to laugh. After all the sod he'd been through, that was something.

Tai Minh's comments brought a chilled touch to the story, and Marcus started to wonder if 'Dragon' wasn't a literal thing. 'Green Dragon'. He wondered as Riena got up for tea.

Marcus nodded at Guy with a smile. "Well, Ilana's got a blade that's near enough a sword. She might know a good place to pick up one." He nodded at Ilana and reached for the water pitcher, refilling his cup up a thirds...

[Jay Fuller]

Jay said nothing, he did laugh as Guy finished his story. The guy had a sense of humor -- that was good. He refilled his cup and added a bit more food onto his plate. He didn't have much to say, so he remained silent. As he finished his food, he stood and took the plate and cup to the sink. He dropped them in and quickly washed them clean. He went back and sat down, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs.

[Ilana Logan]

Rienna Stone


The group carried on with their musings, and the young kid came round and washed his plates, and utensils. She made a point to avoid bumping into him, as he quickly returned to his seat. The group kept on conversing. Just like before. The shiny faded yellow film glimmered in the low light of the galley kitchenette, The names of the tea long faded away. "That sounds like a great idea wanna grab me a tea too?" Hawkeye's voice chimed from the table, Riena groaned inwardly, despite his carefree suggestion. Her notion was to use both of them for a stronger brew. 

More caffeine meant more alertness. Riena had a knack for being more productive in the wee hours of the night, so made a habit of drinking either coffee; or tea that was stronger than most. Insomnia? maybe.. or was it the idea that dreaming scared her more than anything. Raising a brow toward him as her gaze wandered about; Thinking of an answer so as not to sound rude. She smiled and shrugged casually "Sure...I guess I could share...it'll be mystery tea...so.." no use in not trying to make friends. 

Filling the old beat up pot full of water, She set it on to the burner, and flicked on the switch to power the coils. Riena stood back leaning against the counter, resting her arms crosses about her stomach. One leg crossed over the other.  As gentle bubling began to sound from the small container. Riena looked up toward Haweye's direction. "You want sugar?...." Her hand extended extended to her right, as she pointed toward the small plastic containers; They held spices and other powder like substances.

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana listened as the group finished out their introductions and was amazed at the range of people on the ship.  Thieves, murderers, war veterans, and a shepherd.  Ilana listened as the one called Guy wove an intricate tale of pure bullshit, interesting bullshit though.  She wasn't sure whether he was serious about meaning to get a sword so she said nothing.  After a bit more conversation, Marcus spoke up about her sword, and mentioned that maybe she knew where to get one.

She looked at Guy and said, "I got mine on Persephone six years ago while visiting family.  When we head back in that direction, I can show you the shop I picked it up at, if you were serious about wanting a sword that is.  It's not a gentleman's sword either, in that the handle won't fall of the first time you skewer someone or something."

She realized belatedly that the last part of what she said probably wasn't appropriate for the dinner table, but there was nothing to be done about it now.  Once she started talking, it was hard to shut herself up until she had pissed off at least one person by saying something inappropriate.  She had the bad habit of speaking her mind before thinking about how her words would affect others.  The only times she managed to bite her tongue, sometimes literally, is when saying too much will benefit her, and then only when she can catch herself, like earlier when she barely avoided calling Amelia a whore.  She smiled as she thought that, mainly because, even now, Amelia was groping yet another man on the ship.  

She glanced at the medic to see how he was holding up.  He was a social kind of person, but he seemed kind of shy at the same time.  She tipped her glass up for a drink, and got nothing.  She looked down in it and saw it was empty.  She muttered a quiet expletive and excused herself to refill her glass.

[Ray Hudson]

Guy Hughes

Guy enjoyed the response he got from the story. He would've been extremely embarrassed if his story had fallen flat and everyone just assumed he was an idiot. He didn't need a ship full of snobby eye rollers and testosterone oozing tough guys who put cigarettes out in their eyes. Guy had embarrassed himself on jobs in the past which made his part a lot more difficult.

Marcus mentioned that Ilana owned something that was fairly close to a sword and could possibly help him obtain one of his own. This caused Guy's eyes to shine brightly and a cheery smile come across his face. He turned to Tai Minh, showing him his obvious excitement. He resembled a child who was just told that'he may be seeing that special something he's been wanting under the Christmas tree this year.' Guy turned to Ilana, hoping a 'yes' would come from her lips.

Guy was very pleased with her response, but was a little thrown off at the end of it. Another mention of murder, this time with a sharp object. Guy dismissed his negative reaction since they were talking about swords, weapons used to kill people.

Guy started laughing with elation. "Oh, that would be great. Hey, maybe you could teach me how to use it too?" Guy wondered if Ilana even knew how to fight with her sword or if she just bought because she thought it was neat. Regardless, the whole reason he wanted a sword was because he thought it would make him look more impressive, ignoring how ridiculous it would make him look.

Not sure of what to say next, Guy turned to Marcus and just threw out what came to mind. "You know, she seems like the perfect kind of person to go with me on this journey. Hot headed, experienced, tough and beautiful." Guy had noticed that every woman on the Chainless looked like models. It perplexed Guy that all of these woman, who look like they do, would fall into the work they have. Guy hadn't noticed that he was complimenting a woman across the table when Amelia, to his left, was actually taking some interest in him. He did notice that he may have come off kind of rude and sleazy so he tried to cover for himself. "I mean looks are a huge factor in any tale that lasts forever." Guy noticed that he was using the story joke to much and was hoping it would end soon before it was run completely dry.

"But I would never try to take such a valuable crew member away from you." Guy said to Marcus, acknowledging the fact that Ilana was his mechanic and electrical engineer. Guy looked back at Ilana, getting back to the point. "But I would love it if you could help me score a sword. That'd be amazing."

[Marcus O'Terra]

Hawkeye

Guy's story had essentially consumed the whole table, but Hawkeye didn't buy an ounce of what Guy was selling, Hawkeye was convinced that it was complete bullshit, but Hawkeye wasn't going to spoil a good story. 

As the talk descended to swords, Hawkeye turned his attention to Riena, who had begrudgingly agreed to get him some tea, he didn't want to impose, but it was communal tea. "Mystery tea sounds great, and I don't take my tea with sugar, but if we have any cinnamon that'd be great." Hawkeye felt bad making Riena do all the work, so he got up to help her.

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana listened to the conversation continue as she refilled her glass, this time with something a bit stronger than water, and walked back to the table.  She sat down and looked across the table at Guy, who had just confirmed that he did in fact want a sword and wasn't just bullshitting that part too.  The look on his face at her skewering comment was so funny she almost laughed.  As it was she managed to let out only a small smile, and then pushed that away too.

"Well, I can help you get the sword.  It would probably be best if we worked on the how to use it while we're on our way to and from this job.  Mainly because I don't know how long we'll be on Persephone when we take you guys back, and I don't want to agree to train you then, and not be able to follow through.  So when I've got downtime on here, I can train you with mine.  I'm not a master swordsman, but I know how to use it well enough."

She wondered what exactly a person like him wanted a sword for.  Looks?  Surely he wouldn't actually think to use it against someone. After the look on his face about her earlier comment, he didn't seem like he would be able to hurt a rabbit, much less a person.

[Bishop Morse]

Tai Minh Tian


Tai Minh went back to his food for the moment after speaking. He didn't particularly care much for food that was too spicy. He liked things in a bland way, which was just the way he was. He found that liking simple things kept him from being too particular about his food. And without being too particular he kept a very simple sort of lifestyle which suited him very well. He chewed it in his mouth, and nodded suggesting that the taste was very good. He looked up to see Guy was looking at him with an eager look of hope. Wanting things like that wasn't very healthy, especially when it was something he didn't need, especially when it was something that he could potentially hurt himself with. "Yúzhě xiǎng tā yīnggāi bù huì yǒu shìqíng" Tai Minh said regarding his ultimate desire to have it. More then likely if he had it, he would just lose it, sell it, or break it.

Tai Minh looked at the woman he seemed to own one. Tai Minh had not seen it, but he'd seen, and held, several in the past. He wondered a moment at why she had a sword. There really wasn't any use for one outside of absolute formalities, traditions, or decoration. Tai Minh hadn't actually seen one used in a serious sort of setting where it was utilized for it's intended purpose. Either way, he thought he should point some things out about it. "Bìng bùshì suǒyǒu de xiǎngfǎ shì hǎo de xiǎngfǎ" Tai Minh said looking off at the wall. "The Book of Gregor" Tai Minh said referring to an offshoot of religious texts that had come into popularity in some Rim moons that he been through. "said those who play with a swords will not long wait to meet their Lord" Tai Minh said pointing to the ceiling. His accent though thick was still understandable, and Tai Minh he was fairly certain he was correct about the reference. Either way, his point went over easy enough. He then picked another bit of the food in his mouth and chewed on it.

[Jay Fuller]

Jay sat, watching the others around him. Guy seemed like a rather entertaining person - Jay liked him immediately. However, he was starting to get sort of bored. He downed his cup and then set it side-ways on the table, spinning it like a top. Keeping his hands moving, really. He liked to be doing things with his hands whether it was writing, medical work, or just fickle movement. His ears kept tabs on the conversation.

He snorted when Tai Minh made his religious reference, and soon realized that it was probably a little too loud. But Jay wasn't much one for religion, not after growing up around it so gorram much with his family. Despite his family's disagreements, he was much happier without it. Even if he wasn't, though, he would've chosen this path. After years of guilt and mental torture, he realized letting go of any sort of "god" did nothing but make life easier and he liked it that way.

"Sorry," he mumbled, when he realized his snort was rather audible.

[Ilana Logan]

Amelia


Guy was very entertaining, everything he said was partially bullshit, but that was okay with Amelia, he was handsome that's all that mattered. The one thing that was confusing Amelia were her feelings, she was surely trying to have some fun with Guy, but why was she trying so hard, she had agreed not to steal form anyone on the ship, so there was nothing to gain from sleeping with Guy, and Amelia had her own ways of taking care of her own needs, so why Guy, why was she so turned on by him? The obvious answer would be love, but Amelia didn't fall in love, she had always planned to marry rich, and then outlive the bastard and be a rich widow, with trophy studs, Amelia didn't believe in love, the only thing Amelia truly believed was; Information is money, money  is power, power is status, and everything else didn't matter, so she couldn't be in love.

Snap out of it girl, this isn't right, but hey a little romp in the hay with Guy wouldn't hurt either. Amelia had come to a compromise with herself, sex with no gain, isn't love it's just sex, and as long as she thought that way, she wouldn't fall in love. Amelia was probably fooling herself, but she couldn't care less. I think it's a good thing for a man to know how to use his sword." Amelia winked at Guy. Amelia was sure she'd get a bad reaction from Tai, but Amelia didn't care, this was fun.