An Auction with a Show
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The time is late morning, planet time. The weather is clear for now, though clouds can be seen on the northern horizon. North, where a cold, brisk wind is blowing from. That doesn't bode well for the weather remaining clear throughout the auction to be held here today. An auction booth is set up on the northern end of the spaceport complex, across from the normal cargo offices. This is good, at least the wind is cut down by the booth being between it and any people who stand before it for the auction. Set before the booth in secure stands are the armor and weapons up for auction, as well as a board with writing to either side of the displays. One shows the Auction Rules, the other the Auction List. The stand remains empty for the moment, as the auction has yet to start.
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Doc sips his caffeine and looks at Storn, "Evenin Jacob." He nods his head towards a person who is looking at him. "Seems ahm being sized up a bit...though ah doan knows why.." <English>
Danee stands at the base of the Jia's ramp. She looks around and then starts for the Draba. <English>
Oscar arrives by way of shuttle and in a few springing and climbing movements is up the side of a building to get himself a good spot to observe from. <English>
Danee slows as she notices Zank. "Hey!" she waves happily. "I have to get some money from my cousin and then we'll be read to spend spend spend" she laughs and continues towards Chovian and the draba. <English>
Doc moves over by Storn now and sips his coffee and looks around. When he sees Zank he smiles, "Yo..Zank...good ta sees ya.." <English>
CJ steps away from shuttles by herself, consulting a scrap of paper. Her lips move soundlessly as she reads, eyes flicking up and back to keep from running into people or things. <English>
Storn glances up to his boss and inquires, "Anything you got your eye on?" He says looking at the auction list curiously. <English>
Doc shrugs..."Ah'll see how the bidins seems ta beh a goin ferr ah decides.." <English>
Zank turns and looks at the acution stand and nods to Danee. He then heads to the jia quickly and gets his old brown scarf and returns off the ramp of the Jia wrapping it around his neck as he goes. He looks twords the skys to the north and hmms to himself. "Might get some snow here soon enough." With that thought he turns and waits for the acution to start and Danee to show up with the cash. <English>
Esmail steps off of a shuttle a short ways away from the busy port. Raising a hand, he begins to scratch the back of his head as he looks around, taking glances at the how many had arrived for the announced auction. <English>
"Fuck. I hate this goddamned stinkhole planet..." Kilbride complains to no one imparticular, as he pushes his way through the crowds of the spaceport, toward where the auction will be held. He's carrying a bundle of clothing, and what appears to be a parachute, and frequently stops to speak to an affluent looking spacer, handing out business cards. "Angry Scotsman Industrial, we don't just break shit, anymore..." Appears to be his catchphrase, as it's uttered a half-dozen times or so, before he is close enough to look over the list of goods that'll be going up for auction. <English>
"I wonder if they make those armors in a double X." Storn reaches down to pat his belly, "Between Miku and Svet's cooking, I am going to have to go on an exercise regime again." This brings a slight frown to the big engineer's face. <English>
Danee whispers with Chovian taking money for his cargo and then she moves back towards Zank with a smile. Wrapping her coat closer about her she smiles as she notices Kilbride. "hey! Irishman! nice day for a auction isn't it?" she then turns back to await the opening. <English>
Phelan stands with the crowd to watch the cargo auction. He's wearing his brown coat and doesn't seem to be paying any attention to the comings or going for the most part around him for the most part. He's sipping his coffee and waiting for auction to begin. As far as Rodney and his cards. He hasn't got one or heard the catch phrase yet. <English>
Why barge your way through crowds when you can just go up, really? Oscar has himself perched, like some kind of gargoyle, up on an awning or some other roof like projection a good two story's above the auction site. From there he just seems to be watching. <English>
A man, large, quite rotund, steps up onto the platform using a set of steps set up on the side for just that purpose. He steps up to the podium, takes up a gavel, and turns to look at the crowd. He smacks the gavel several times, as he glances over the crowd. "Bidding will begin with one thousand tons of Aluminium. Bidding will begin now!" His voice booms out over the crowd. Obviously, there's a PA system built into the booth. "Do I hear twenty five dollars? Twentyfivetwentyfivetwentyfive, do I hear twenty five?" <English>
Danee's 'greeting' to Rodney draws a toothy, not-so friendly smile, and he pats the grenade-equipped six-shooter on his hip, and shrugs. "Fair enough, I suppose. 'ken it'd be an even nicer day to explode some gypsy bitches, though." Wulver's Captain sidles up next to Phelan, and slips him a card, because...hey. He hasn't gotten one, yet. "Angry Scotsman Industrial, we don't just break shit, anymore." A pause, and he smirks at the other former Independent. "I can still break shit, though." He's being sort of nice to Phelan. Something is very certainly wrong with this. He falls silent, as the Auctioneer starts to speak, though he declines to bid, apparently. <English>
CJ rolls her eyes at all the shows of bravado. Aluminum doesn't seem to have her interest, either, so her eyes wander about the crowd. So does she, for that matter, until she bumps into someone she knows. By 'bumping' I mean she punches Esmail in the shoulder. "Money's burnin' a hole in yer pocket, is it? Looks like ain' nobody in'erested in what's up there, now. Could get it on the cheap if ya wanted." <English>
Zank raises a hand as the auctioneer starts off. "twenty five." he calls through the crowd. <English>
Those words from Rodney draws a level glance from Storn and a darkening of his eyes from a bad memory. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a peppermint that he unwraps and plops in his mouth shaking it off and looking back to the auctioneer. <English>
AUCTIONEER: One raised hand gets a finger pointed at the culprit. "I have twenty five dollars," he starts, then takes a breath. "Do I hear fifty dollars? Fiftyfiftyfiftyfifty, do I have fifty dollars?" <English>
Phelan hears Danee's greeting and turns back and calls out, "Yeah it is!" Insane Irish. He turns to look at Rodney and accepts a card, "Damn. Couldn't she insult your Mama and leave me out of this?" He laughs, "I know, just not at Cody's and infront of my kids." <English>
Danee can't help the laughter that erupts at Rodney's witty response. She just shakes her head and looks up at Zank as he bids. She waves all friendly at Phelan because he has a lovely wife. <English>
Esmail glances towards CJ with arch brow. "Willing to let me load it on board if I manage to get a wining lot?" Turning towards the auctioneer but at the sound of sudden price increase he glances around, checking to see if the one man was the only one going to bid on it. <English>
AUCTIONEER: As a wave catches his eye, the Auctioneer's pointing arm and finger pivot from Zank to Danee. "I have fifty dollars!" booms out the man's voice. He'd make a good opera singer. "Do I have fifty one dollars? fiftyonefifityonefifityone, fifty one dollars?" <English>
CJ starts to nod, but catches herself. No sense bidding on accident. "Fuel and a small cut, we'll ship it for ya. Prob'ly make a decent profit. Got no problem helpin' the crew line their pockets." <English>
Zank raises an eyebrow an looks at Danee as the big man points at her and her waving. He chuckles as the price goes to 50 and gives a small glar to Danee that is followed by a sly grin. He nudges her side with his elbow to get her attention. <English>
Phelan raises his hand and calls out, "I'll give you 55." <English>
Danee looks up at Zank her attention drawn from Phelan and Rodney. "What?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: Phelan's raised hand and voice catch the Auctioneer's eye next, and his hand and arm and finger swivel from Danee to Phelan. "Fifty five dollars! I've got fifty five dollars. Do I hear sixty? Sixtysixtysixtysixtysixty, sixty dollars?" The Auctioneers eyes swivel back and forth among the crowd, watching for the next bidder. <English>
Kilbride pauses, so that Phelan can bid, and then smirks. "I can't help it, if some o' your clientele rubs me the wrong way. Or your wife, for that matter." It is no secret that Mia has a knack for pushing thee Scots' buttons, whenever they cross paths. Certainly not to Phelan, especially. "You don't know any pilots 'round Santo that're good enough to help me with a HALO jump on short notice, in the next day or two, do ya?" Because, hey. Phelan is a pilot, he might know someone. <English>
Zank grins and raises his hand "Sixty" he says loudly. He then looks at Danee with a grin "Watch ya hands Baby bird ya brought the price up with ya wavin...seems this fella has got a keen eye..." he chuckles and looks back. <English>
Storn watches the auction, the cargo parts are definitely not what interest him. He watches quietly and just enjoys his peppermint. <English>
AUCTIONEER: That fellow does indeed have a keen eye. Zank's new bid is acknowledged with a pointed finger. "I have sixty dollars! Do I hear sixty one? Sixtyonesixtyonesixtyone, sixtyone dollars?" <English>
Phelan crosses his arms paying attention to the Auctioneer. He then raises his hand, "Sixty-one." Then back to Rodney, " I reckon so. This pilot need his own ship?" <English>
Up on his perch, Oscar carefully assembles a blowpipe and carefully raises it to his lips. He's up high so it's reasonably hard for the Auctioneer to see him from the pavilion. <English>
Zank grunts and raises his hand again "Sixty two" he shouts. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (62).
AUCTIONEER: Another bid! The auctioneer points at Phelan, "Sixty-one! I have sixty-one dollars. Do I hear sixty-two dollars?" Another bid is made before he even gets stated. The pointing finger swivels to Zank. "Sixty-two! Do I hear sixty-three? Sixtythreesixtythreesixtythree, sixty-three dollars?" <English>
Danee grins up at Zank and then turns to see what else is going on. <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-16).
Phelan calls out, "Sixty-Five." Then waves his hand. <English>
VOS: Rodney sets his RPG-7 OOC.
AUCTIONEER: "Sixty-five! I have sixty-five dollars!" The auctioneer points at Phelan before his eyes scan around for the next bid. "Do I hear sixty-six? Sixtysixsixtysixsixtysix dollars?" <English>
Zank raises a hand " sixty six" <English>
A man not far from Storn ends up raising his hand apparently to wipe his head - but who's to really know that's why. <English>
The wind continues to gust and blow, the clouds having come off the far horizon now, heading south, toward the city and the auction. From the color, when they eventually get here, there's going to be precipitation of some sort. The wind is cold. <English>
"It'd be helpful, though I suppose I could stick 'em on Kelpie, with a guard..." Rodney replies to Phelan, and adds.."Looks like we're closin' in on the ninja's position...an' when we make the assault, I figure it'll be helpful to come in from above...an' fun. Ain't done a real jump in a decade." Always looking for creative and new ways to rain chaos upon the world, is Kilbride. <English>
Storn glances around, and reaches up to push his glasses higher along his nose. He pulls his duster a little tighter around him from the wind. "DOn't mind the cold, but this wind will cut you to the bone." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The hand and finger point to Zank. "Sixty-six dollars. I have sixty-six. Do I hear sixty-seven dollars? Sixtysevensixtysevensixtyseven dollars?" A man near Storn catches the auctioneer's attention and he points to him, "I've got sixty-seven dollars! Do I hear sixty-eight?" The man being pointed at sputters and looks around crossly, as though looking for someone. Meanwhile, the auctioneer continues. "Sixty-eight dollars, sixtyeightsixtyeightsixtyeight dollars?" <English>
Esmail scratches his chin lightly as he turns towards CJ. "With this many people about, I'm not sure if I would be able to make much of a steal on these lots. Did you have your eye on something?" <English>
Danee shivers and wraps her coat tighter around her. She agrees with Storn. "I like winter. Hot cocoa and marshmellons and a nice fire in the stove. But I think I like indoor winter better than out door winter." She looks over at the gu near Storn and wonders why he had waited so long to bid in. <English>
Phelan doesn't make a move, "I know somebody and I know a ship. I think it's the current star of your recruitment vids." <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-8).
Zank raises his hand again "Sixty eight" <English>
Doc returns from the aces wearing quite a bit warmer insulated coat. He gets another coffee from a vendor and dleans against a pole as he downs the arm brew. After a sip Doc looks at Storn and smirks. "This should beh good...let's jus sees whar he takes this..." He sips again. <English>
CJ shrugs. "Should'a asked earlier, could'a mebbe set ya up with a lone." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer looks to Esmail, eyes narrowed, then moves on past. Apparently, scratching chins aren't enough to catch him for a bid. He looks to Zank. "I have sixty-eight dollars. Do I hear sixty-nine dollars? Sixtyninesixtyninesixtynine dollars?" <English>
Someone else, as yet to make a bid raises a hand - this one standing just to the left of Phelan. Again, the poor fellow knows why he's raising his hand but nobody else does. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (39).
AUCTIONEER: though the man to the left of Phelan raises his hand, the auctioneer is looking the opposite direction this time and doesn't catch it. <English>
"Now, wait a minute. Just cause your little ship appears for half a second don't make you the star." Kilbride says with a sigh, and a shake of his head. Still..."I'll let you know, when we go, then. Just waitin' on final word. He's here on Santo, somewhere." The Scotsman continues to watch the crowd, though he doesn't appear to be taking a particularly active interest in the proceedings, at this moment. <English>
Esmail glances down towards the piece of paper in CJ's hands. "We are only allowed to so much cargo a head, how about a loan in exchange for a cut after we ship the lots off planet side?" <English>
Phelan laughs, "Hey Got to ruffle your feathers a bit can't have a meeting with everything being honky dory." He raises his head, "Hell 75, Chief!" He turns back to Rod, "You want to jump out of a perfectly fine space craft, I'll have you a stable platform steadier than Fawzy's flying fortress on Fancy Core planet. I'll even provide pick up if you need it." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer's eyes zone in on Phelan, and the finger follows shortly after. "Seventy-five! I have seventy-five. Do I hear seventy-six dollars? Seventysixseventysixseventysix, seventy six dollars?" <English>
CJ flashes the man a grin. "Sure, but ya gotta win 'er, first. Bid's seventy-five, now. If ya wan' a chance ta make some profit off'a it, ya gotta git in there." <English>
Zank turns and looks for more bidders and grunts to himself as the price continues to rise. He looks around quickly again seeing the few hands raiseing "Seventy eight" <English>
AUCTIONEER: Another bid comes up, and the auctioneer's pointing finger singles Zank out. "I have seventy-eight dollars. Do I hear seventy-nine dollars? Seventynineseventynineseventynine, seventy-nine dollars?" <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-21).
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (11).
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (78).
This time a lady standing some distance to the right of Esmail gets a disgusted look on her rather stoic face as he takes off her very fine hat, complete with flashy feather. Her look turns to shock and horror when she notices a purplish stain like grape or berry juice. <English>
Esmail raises his right hand towards his forehead. With two fingers parted flicks his wrist, signalling the auctioneer, raising his voice to say, "Eighty-five." Turning back to CJ with a growing grin, he nods, "I'll try to make sure to pick up at least something worth our time." <English>
Danee does not notice anything unusual except that the auction is not moving very quickly. She looks again at the list of things being offered and sort of waits impatiently. until something catches her attention and then she is curious and the auction forgotten again for a while. <English>
"What the hell are you going to do with 1000 tons of aluminium? You'll have to make ten trips just to pick it all up, Daniels..." Kilbride says, as the man continues to raise the price. The Scotsman squints as he notices the woman removing her hat. That's a bit odd, but he doesn't comment. "We might need the evac, aye. Michio ain't gonna be in good shape, I don't think. We keep findin' pieces of him." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The next bid is met with the pointing finger of the auctioneer. "I have eighty-five dollars! Do I hear eighty-six dollars? Eightysixeightysixeightysix, eighty six dollars?" <English>
Doc arches an eyebrow around at those bidding. He looks at the auctioneer and says as he raises his hand, "Makes it 90..." He looks around with that eyebrow still arched. <English>
Zank again grunts as the price goes up the goings on around him does catch his attention. He looks back at the auction and "Eight nine." he says trying to keep it under his limits. <English>
The betting price goes up past what Phelan wants and he crosses his arms, "It's a complicated business strategy called a pyramid scheme." He drops his voice low and mummers something. "I'll see about having a Doc there. Do we need to have an operating room ready?" <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-14).
There is a smirk, at Phelan's explanation, and the Scotsman shakes his head. "We'll have Wulver, here. It's just a bit large to do the drop, without attractin' attention. Luna should be there, though...I can't say what state she'll be in, when she see's just how fucked up, he might be. An'...you know...if it gets messy, I suspect we'll have some exploded folks, and GSWs to deal with." <English>
Zank corrects himself and looks at his friend "Ninety one" he grins in Docs direction <English>
AUCTIONEER: The next bid is met with the pointing finger of the auctioneer, pointed at Zank. "I have eighty-nine dollars! Do I hear ninety dollars? Ninetyninetyninety, ninety dollars?" A pause, and the finger shifts to Holliday. "I have ninety dollars! Do I hear ninety-one dollars? Ninetyoneninetyoneninetyone, ninety one dollars?" Another bid. "I have ninety-one dollars! Do I have ninety-two dollars? Ninetytwoninetytwoninetytwo dollars?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (34).
Phelan nods, "I'll have a doc that won't be emotionally compromised. It gets messy when a surgeon's operating on her spouse. Hard to do work that delicate when there's tears." <English>
This time the purple ammo, a gooseberry apparently finds a mark wether intentional or not it splats into Rodney's face just as he finishes his line about exploding things. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (46).
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "96 Phelan."
Phelan tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is successful (20).
Rodney tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-35).
Danee tests her Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-15).
Storn tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-35).
Holliday tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is successful (15).
The engineer is obviously nearsighted today as he just concentrates on the peppermint the he chomps on, oblivious to what is going on around him. <English>
Phelan's got his arms crossed then Rodney's getting a big purple gooseberry in the face. He lets out a laugh, "Damn...It.... Why can't Mia be here? She'd pay to see this." He chuckles, "Man, somebody's got a death wish." He turns to look up behind Rodney tracing the 'ballistic pattern,' to look right at Oscar and stares, "Damn, sniper too." <English>
Doc looks at Rodney just in time to see the small purple splash. He turns his head and looks up and sees Ocaron the rooftop..looks back at Rodney and the back at Oscar, "Dude....yer gonna git yer buhtt whippped buht good..sure hopse ya can runs fast.." <English>
Danee stiffles a giggle as a purple splotch suddenly appears on the Scotsman. She looks around for the joker but does not see anyone. She looks back at the auctioneer to see if he knows what is happening. <English>
Kilbride pauses, as he is about to reply. He squints, and reaches up to pull something off of his face. Did he just get...spitballed? The Scotsman's eyes flash upward, as he works out the general trajectory, and he tries to catch sight of Oscar, the blow-pipe wielding fellow. There isn't much time spent on reflection, in dealing with this issue. He can't very well go around exploding the Spaceport, over a spitball. After all....he has business on Santo, at this point. Phelan is kind enough to draw the Wulver's Captain's attention to the sniper, and he casually states..."One moment...." and starts to slowly walk toward the building upon which Oscar stands. His right arm lifts, and he twists his wrist, and taps his palm with his two middle fingers. It is a long, difficult shot, as tazer rounds are fired....but then, it is unlikely he is apt to quit, if he misses. <English>
VOS: Rodney takes his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer out of hiding.
VOS: Rodney draws his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer.
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Oscar with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 84 (-4).
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (70).
VOS: Holliday draws his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver.
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "Roll difficulty for this round: 70."
Oscar tests his Run:obstacle_course against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (41).
Storn blinks when he sees Doc drawing his pistol, "Woah... it's not that serious Doc, it's just an auction." He is of course not sure what all is going on and starts to turn his head looking to see just what the hell is going on. <English>
VOS: Holliday unequips his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver
VOS: Phelan draws his RA 'Zeus' Assault Carbine.
VOS: Phelan unequips his RA 'Zeus' Assault Carbine
AUCTIONEER: The proceedings seem to be getting interrupted. "I have ninety-one dollars. Do I hear ninety-two dollars? Ninetytwoninetytwoninetytwo, ninety-two dollars?" <English>
Esmail turns his head and glances at the growing chaos on one side of the port. Placing a hand onto the back of CJ's shoulder, he applies a little pressure and whispers, "I'm not bout to get stabbed or shot again.. Lets make a little distance from those crazies, kay?" He motions towards the other side of the port, to add distance and additional bodies between them and the growing action. <English>
Doc checks his Colt, it's loaded with hot rounds...not the stun ones, "Sheesh Storn...ah doan jus shoots ta kills folks...jus ta defend mahselfs...ah was gonna stun tha man ta keeps hm from gittin tha ...crap..beat out his ass...buht on second thought?...he best beh able ta outrun tha scottsman." <English>
CJ doesn't bother too much with the disturbance, though she does move to put Esmail between her and it. <English>
Cody tests her Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (33).
Cody arrives late, not sure what's going on, but she does hear the auctioneer, so she raises a hand. "I'll bid ninety-two." For whatever it might be. There's amusement on her face - and as she does note who is present, her nose wrinkles and she blinks. "Puckernuts, stirring up trouble already?" she calls out, her voice ringing across easily heard. <English>
Phelan tests his Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (26).
Storn huh's, and then finally catches up to what is going on. "Oh, sorry boss." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small book, and opens it to read. This has definitely turned into a wierd auction. <English>
Phelan catches sight or hears Cody. Phelan had been watch Rodney chasing after Oscar. He heads towards Cody and goes to form up next to her providing security. "Hey boss. What we need that much aluminum for? Oh and cut Rodney a break, he was behaving till that guy shot him with a purple spit wad." <English>
AUCTIONEER: As another bid has been called, the auctioneer turns to the bidee, Cody. His finger points to her. "I have ninety-two dollars. Do I hear ninety-three dollars? Ninetythreeninetythreeninetythree, ninety-three dollars?" <English>
Doc puts his Colt away and sees Cody and smirks, "93 here.." Doc waves a finger at the Auctioneer. <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer turns to next person to bid, Holliday, and points to him, "I have ninety-three dollars. Do I hear ninety-four dollars? Ninetyfourninetyfourninetyfour, ninety-four dollars?" <English>
Zank looks at the happenings around him and just chuckles at the folks freaking out over the berry throwing sniper. He looks at the auctioneer and raises an hand for his final bid "Nintey-six" <English>
Doc grins and says softly to himself, "Thank ya vary much fer thaat Zankers...ahm off tha hooks nowah.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: As Zank bids, the auctioneer points to him. "I have ninety-six dollars. Do I hear ninety-seven dollars? Ninetysevenninetysevenninetyseven, ninety-seven dollars?" <English>
Cody looks at Phelan and grins. "Phelan, nice to see you here. And oh. Is that so?" She looks over at Rodney and whatever he's doing, and just shakes her head. "Crazy folks shooting spit wads at an auction? Well, at least it's not fatal. Hopefully." She looks over at Holliday and Zank and laughs. "Ninety Seven," she says, with a smile. And then in a lower voice to Phelan. "Aluminum? Is that what I'm bidding on?" <English>
The moment he's spotted Oscar starts to move, and at a guess he might just be able to outrun the Scotsman. He doesn't drop to the ground, oh no, there's a crowd down there after all and crowds get in the way at the most annoying times.
Nope, this guy seems to have a plan, and that plan rakes him towards the building then literally up the wall to a windowsill out over open air which he grabs and with out pause pulls himself up, another jump and grap and he's up another storey. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Cody's bid gets the auctioneer's attention, and he points a finger at her. "I have ninety-seven dollars. Do I hear ninety-eight? Ninetyeightninetyeightninetyeight, ninety-eight dollars?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (44).
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "This round's difficulty: 94."
Zank raises his voice again and once again bids. He looks around once and then speaks "100" he says and hopes someone raises the offer again. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Zank's bid gets noted and he gets pointed at. "I hear one hundred dollars. Do I have one hundred and one? Onehundredandoneonehundredandoneonehundredandone, one hundred and one dollars?" <English>
"If I run outta tazers, I'm switchin' to grenades!" This is shouted in amused warning, though, Kilbride doesn't stop heading toward the building that Oscar is climbing, nor does he lower his arm. He does lift his voice, to be heard over the crowd. "You wee monkey-climbin' cunt. I dunno what you be doin' harrassin' folks in public...." There is a brief pause, and he taps his palm again, and sends another burst of tazer rounds toward the climbing man. "It's goddamned bloody rude, to be actin' the arsehole, you know? Folks is tryin' to conduct -business-, down here." Not the pot calling the kettle black, nope. <English>
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Oscar with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 70 (-21).
Phelan grins, "It is." He looks back to Rodney, "I don't know. It might be lethal to guy." His eyes go wide at Oscar's parkour skills, "Damn... Rodney's going to end up switching to grenades. Least he ain't aiming at me." <English>
[ROLL] Oscar rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (69).
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred credits. Do I hear one hundred and one?" The auctioneer pauses. "One hundred, going once.... going twice.." <English>
VOS: Holliday draws his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver.
VOS: Holliday unloads his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver.
VOS: Holliday reloads his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver with 6 Bullets.
Storn shakes his head at the auctioneer continuing with the auction no matter what is going on around them. He reaches up and turns the page on his book with a smile on his face. <English>
Oscar tests his Run:obstacle_course against a 94 difficulty. The result is successful (16).
Cody shakes her head negatively towards the auctioneer, letting the aluminium go. Though she does give Phelan a quirk of a smile. "Guess I shouldn't bid any more then, since I can't think why I'd need it. Other than the reflex of automatically bidding when I hear an auctioneer." She shrugs a bit, turning her attention now to watch Rodney and his target. "Well now, that's pretty," she says about Oscar's monkey climbing ways. Certainly, it's not likely about Rodney's mouth, so that must be it. <English>
Oscar doesn't look back, he monkeys his way up and across them pulls himself up to squat, gargoyle like on the windowsill for a second nefore he dives through the obviously open portal dissapearing into whatever space lies within. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (42).
Oscar tests his Dodge against a 92 difficulty. The result is successful (2).
Phelan watches Oscar vs. Rodney in Delight. "I wish I had a camera." Then he stops and goes to flipping open his smart com, "Axel's smart coms have a camera right? Paydirt. Cortex, Angry Scotsman with purple facepaint meme here we com." Then he starts rolling. <English>
[SecCode] Holliday successfully attacks Oscar with his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver at 94 (8).
The attack should deal 28 Stun and 0 Wound damage.
(Single, .454-Stun Ammo)
Doc rises now and looks over at Rodney...and then up at Oscar, "Oh whaat the hell...Hey Rodney?..need sum help?" Doc pulls his Colt having reloaded stun rounds in it. Doc grins at Rodney as he lifts his Colt and fires off a round aimed at Phelan's rump and hits him just before he goes through the window. <English>
In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface.
You take a step back as the San Pablo fires its drop rockets and lands before you.
VOS: Rodney reloads his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer with 8 Darts.
Moppet disembarks from the San Pablo.
Pierre disembarks from the San Pablo.
Elliot disembarks from the San Pablo.
Elliot has arrived.
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Holliday with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 94 (-42).
From inside the open window comes an angry roar. "What're ye doin' in me house!?" It sounds like another 'angry scotsman'. Another angry roar can be heard. "Hey, ge' back here ye run'!" Apparently, the scotsman four stories up can't catch Oscar. Well, not until that stun shot takes effect, that is. There's quiet for a few seconds, and then Oscar's limp, unconscious body is tossed back out the window he went into the building through. The limp body bounces off several of those window drapes to keep rain off and make them shadier, slowing his fall. Eventualy, he lands on the ground not far from Rodney. <English>
The sound of a gunshot, as well as Holliday's comment has the Scotsman turning on the man, and sighing with some theatrics. "Well, fuckin' shit. You had to go an' involve yerself in -mah- business. I had that little shit. Now, I can't make it mah life's goal to hunt the fuck down..." Oscar's body smacking into the ground next to him, draws a look. While he speaks, Kilbride casually pulls out a new clip of tazers, and reloads his bracer. "I mean....now, look. He's right here. He ain't even all...dodgy..." To emphasize this, the Wulver's Captain draws back a steel-toed boot, and jams it into the prone man's ribs. "It ain't no fun, when he just lays there, like someone's dead mother." A shake of his head, again. "No. Won't do at all." Another double tap of his palm, and a burst of poorly aimed tazers impacts the ground near Holliday. "For fuck's sake. This thing's busted. Let's do knives? Wanna do knives? I wanna do knives, goddamnit. You sort of impugned my abilities there, an' where I come from, that means blood in the streets." Angry Scotsman's arrived, though he's being sort of conversational about it. Any excuse for a fight. <English>
Doc smirks, "Whay would ah whanna does thaat Rodney?...ah was jus helpin ya out...an ah doan does knives...if an when ah faghts ah does fisticuffs....buht ahm jus not in tha mood fer it tadays..anothah times pahaps?....rainchecks?" <English>
Cody arches a brow and then she starts to laugh as Phelan starts filming. Show at 11, apparently. "Someone should be selling popcorn and nachos," she says after a moment, once she catches her breath. Her brown eyes are dancing with amusement, especially as Rodney gets to being so very conversational about wanting to brawl. "Hey, c'mon, some of us are here for business, Rodney. Could you at least move out of the auctino space if you boys are going to play?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (66).
Zank steps in front of Danee from the sound of the gunshot from were its echos. He ignores the auction and focues on the ruckas around them now. He galrs in Rodenys direction. Part of him wanting to give the man the fihgt he wants. <English>
Danee moves up close to Zank just incase the bullets start flying. why? because he is a lot bigger target. But she does not want him hurt either. she just shivers and wants to foget the auction and head back into the ship. <English>
Phelan steps in front of Cody. "Surprised with all his yelling and hand waving the Auctioneer hasn't took it to be a bid." He's still filming. He takes a drink of his coffee with his free hand. "How was the ride over here boss?" <English>
VOS: Oscar takes his Claws out of hiding.
VOS: Oscar draws his Claws.
VOS: Oscar sets his Claws to climb
"I was here to do goddamned business, before that stunned chucklefuck hit me with some purple fuckin' spit. Shit. An' then -this- chucklefuck..." Pointing at Doc, as he explains to Cody. "I can't help it, if we can't have a goddamned nice time in public. Just for goddamned once. It'd be swell to shoot the shit, and spend some money, and not -HAVE- to teach some shallow end of the gene pool motherfucker how to play nice with others. It's a goddamned burden, you know?" He does his best to sound put upon, beaten down with the responsibility that society has forced upon him. Holliday gets a look, and a shake of his head. "I didn't offer an option. You can use the gun, or fists, or rattle yer baws at me. I'm puttin' you on the ground." Another attempt to taze the bro with his bracer. Last four darts. He's being gentle, still. <English>
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Holliday with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 66 (-56).
Oscar lays there and gets kicked a few times by the Angry Scotsman and he comes to just when said Scotsman is distracted by his diatribe on social niceties. The guy who was minutes before monkeying up a building curls himself around the foot Rodney was using to kick him with and digs in - literally there's a metal on metal and a metal on stone sound that only Rodney himself might hear and the next moment Oscar is attempting to wrap his legs around Rodney's midsection while keeping his shoulders on the ground. <English>
The San Pablo came down in an almost angle,what the hell was the pilot thinking. The Landing gear came out and it wasn't long before the ship landed. (player is rusty). It was a few minutes but as soon as the ramp came down, two dogs one rather moppy looking and one looking like a cotton ball with legs , they barked til the gun fire was heard and they wasted no time hidding behind Elliot before he came down the ramp but visble as he stood in the shadow of the opening.Gun fire, he reaches for his rifle. "Someone half cocked didnt' get their jollies or something?" Didn't say this too loudly, unless you were near the ship. <English>
Cody looks a bit startled as Phelan steps in front of her, but she can't argue the man doing his job. She looks over at Rodney and then at Doc, and she sighs, as she understands the scenario. All. Too. Well. "Rodney, the man was trying to help, right? And you know I don't buy that burden bit. Have a seat, let the auction keep going, and we can all have a drink. And a fight later. When you're both in the right mood." Wait. Seriously? Did Cody just say that? Oblivious to how those words might be taken, she does take a half step so she can see what's going on, though she doesn't move out of the way of her security guard. Much. Course, then Oscar moves, and Cody's instinctively changing to a more alert position. <English>
Doc looks around and evidently here's one that won't take no for an answer. Doc looks at rodney and says, "Fisticuffs it is then....takes off all yer knives an guns and lets see whaat it is ya gots Rodney....seem it was fated aat some point fer this ta happen.." Doc heads moves backwards as he sees Oscar come to life and hugs Rodney's waist, "Whell fucky shucky darn...."Doc looks up...seems it's a rainchecks fer sure nowah.." Doc steps back now to give his felllow captain some room. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (84).
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "Oscar, melee attack at 84."
[SecCode] Oscar unsuccessfully attacks Rodney with his Claws at 84 (-58).
A smallish, freckled lady appears here at the auction site at the spaceport, evidently she's been shopping - instead of her usual shipsuit she has on a new sun dress, white with large printed sunflowers. She has cloth bags full of stuff weighing her down... and an Ares at her hip. Rodney's voice must be familiar to her and easy to pick out of the crowd, as she makes a beeline for the large Kilbride. "Is your auction over Cap... oh." Cailin asks. Trouble. <English>
Kilbride was prepared to reply to both Cody(in the negative), and Doc(in the positive), when the climber attempts to grapple with him. But, for all of his distraction, Kilbride is a relatively strong, and fast fellow. He breaks free of the man's legs, and draws the dirk his gunbelt, with a sigh. With an actual physical attack upon his person, things have escalated a bit beyond tazers, and he makes a quick, if somewhat awkward thrust of the blade toward Oscar. Elliot's arrival does not go unnoticed, but the Scotsman is a wee bit busy, at this very moment. "Fuckin' wirey bugger..." He bitches, as he does so. <English>
VOS: Rodney unequips his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer
VOS: Rodney draws his Highland Dirk.
[SecCode] Rodney successfully attacks Oscar with his Highland Dirk at 84 (8).
The attack deals 20 Stun and 25 Wound damage.
(Stab)
VOS: Elliot sets his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle IC.
Zank watchs Rodeny pick his fight and then get distracted by the man on the ground again. He Wonders if there really might be a body in the ground before the end of the day. He looks to Doc. "Easy there John no need t' get a self more messed up with all thats goin on nowa days for us." <English>
Phelan face palms as Oscar uses Ninja/Wolverine/Freddy Krugor gloves on Rodney. "I swear the Feds have got to start adding an iq test to their weapon permit exams." Then Rodney goes the Chicago Way on Oscar and a one handed bastard dagger shows up. "Yup, Iq test." He calls out to Rodney, "Killbride don't kill him. They're be legal paper work and prison and you got a that sky diving company bonding, team building trip you were looking forward too." <English>
VOS: Elliot draws his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle.
Cailin drops her bags, hopefully nothing fragile is broken. This frees her hands, the better to unsnap the strap holding her Ares in its holster. This she draws and marches towards Kilbride and his dance partners. Assuming they don't move overmuch, Wulver's engineer intends to get the barrel of her gun as close to the face of the man on the ground as possible. "You can stop making a fool of yourself or I can ventilate your head. Your choice." <English>
"Oye! Thirty on the next lot, eh?" His voice raises, trying to draw the attention of the auctioneer after they began to watch the show. "Can't be here all mornin, bet ya legs are getting tired too, ya?" Esmails head leans to one side, slightly turning to glance at the chaos before turning back towards the auctioneer. <English>
Danee stays behind Zank. She has a grip on his duster and is pressed against his back as if he were salvation in brown. She has her eyes closed and her face pressed intohis back. When he talks to Doc she turns her head enough to peek in Doc's direction. She is really scared. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Esmail's voice brings the auctioneer's eyes to him, and he blinks and shakes his head. "Yes, yes, you're right," he says. "Everybody knock it off! I have an auction to run!" The man pauses. "Last lot, sold for one hundred dollars per ton to Zank. Next lot, one thousand tons of mid tech. Bidding starts at twenty-five dollars per ton, but this lad here bet thirty. So, do I have thirty-one dollars?" <English>
Phelan turns and calls out to auctioneer and raises his hand, "Seventy-Five." <English>
Here comes Rambo..well not really but Its Elliot coming down the ramp,jumps off it half way down and walked towards the gathering. his rifle locked and loaded and though currently pointed in the air. "Don't make me let the air out of ya boy." He says this in the direction of the one downed oscar and Rodney and others who are in the gen. A sniper rifle and a marksman that does now how to use it. "Fuck, I came here for some goodies, I ain't here to pop off fuck around." He looks to Oscar. "You okay babe?" He lowers the barrel a little still air targeted but it could change. <English>
Cody is totally not escalating this fight, she just winces as she watches the violence as it happens. Phelan's words get a smile, and then she shakes her head. "Nailed it, Phelan," she comments, with a nod. "Hopefully he's got good medical." She certainly isn't scared, but rather neutral. Mostly because ain't no way Rodney needs any help at this point. He's got it all covered. She thinks. Cailin's arrival gets an outright laugh, and then a shake of her head. The idea of buying mid tech? Nah, Cody's not going to try that one. She arches a brow as the bidding starts, settling back to watch. Though at Phelan's bid, Cody turns and stares. "What the heck?" <English>
Phelan shrugs at Cody, "What boss? A good deal is a good deal? This isn't for UDC." <English>
Doc shakes his head as he turns and takes a step towards either ship, "Seems ya bought yerself a load...so does whee stick around? orah does whee just leaves?..Danee?" <English>
Oscar just lays there and bleeds over Rodney's boot. <English>
CJ opens her mouth to bid, then eyes Phelan. At least it kept her from slapping Esmail in the back of the head. "Eighty," she calls, still eyeing Phelan. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have seventy-five!" Wow, that went up fast. "Do I hear eighty dollars?" He pauses and looks toward the commotion. "Perhaps someone ought to call a medic for the guy on the ground?" A suggestion. CJ's bid gets noted. "I have eighty, do I hear eighty-five?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (90).
Turning away from the stage Esmail looks towards Phelan, a slightly puzzled look before turning towards CJ, blinking at her a few times. "That's not fair, can't bid against the person loaning me money.." He grumbles, but says nothing more. <English>
Phelan calls out, "100 dollars." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred dollars! Do I hear one hundred five?" <English>
Danee looks at Doc from behind Zank. "go ahead and bid. Doc. at least see what happens." <English>
Zank loooks over as 100 is called out and sighs "i think we should take our victory an call its a win before we ends up stabbed ourself Danee what ya say?" <English>
There is a brief silence from the Scotsman, as he wipes Oscar's blood from his dirk...on the back of Oscar's shirt. And then a sigh..."Oh for...." Kilbride says, as he straightens up, and turns to stare at Elliot, and his casual hefting of the anti-material rifle. "You've got until the count of 3, to lower the piece, before I take it away, and see exactly how much you can fit up yer arse..." Rod glances at Cailin, and grins. "Good lassie. Jus' make sure the dyin' one don't get up...aye?" And then he's back to watching San Pablo's Captain....well, walking toward San Pablo's Captain, the blade still in hand. "One cocksucker...." A few steps closer..."Two cocksucker..." And then he's within reach. Time to see if Elliot is gonna put it down by three, or shoot him. <English>
Cody closes her mouth and then she nods once to Phelan. "Right," she says, shaking her head. "I suppose that's just fine." She glances at the folks bidding on the midtech, but doesn't bother to add any bids of her own. Not going to outbid Phelan after all. "Probably made the cargo," she mutters under her breath. "Don't want it back." <English>
Doc shakes his head and looks at Danee, "No..ahm outtah tha biden mood...let's go elsewhar.." <English>
CJ chuckles, "That's the sort'a cargo Tea 'n I were lookin' for. Would'a gotten better return on the last lot." She hsrugs and raises a hand. "I'll take it at a hunnert five." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred and five dollars! Do I hear one hundred ten?" <English>
Danee takes a breath and then realizes that no matter what someone was going to get hurt. She tugs on the back of Zank's duster. "I think we could be better off in teh Jia." <English>
Phelan grins and looks over at Cj, "I like your style. Hundred and fifty!" He raises his hand. He looks to Cody, "We needing to defuse this?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred and fifty dollars! Do I hear one hundred fifty-five?" <English>
"I'm never on time, am I?" Cailin complains. Technically Oscar has followed her commands, he has stopped doing anything but laying there and bleeding... unless he's playing ninja. So, just in case she takes a step or two back in case he tried to surprise her. Still, she keeps poining her pink Ares at the man. A glance is spared for Rodney and his new little friend. <English>
Oscar just continues to lay there and bleed though said bleeding is no longer over Killbride's boot. <English>
Kyoshiro Mibu, the crimson eyed cook on the Jia, steps down the ramp then fixing the pointed lapel on his dark blue wool long-coat. The Anglo-Japanese man glances about as he steps down the metal ramp boots clanking lightly against it's surface, his stare harsh and distant. A stern face, there is no emotion there, just a hint of ever lasting despair in his eyes. He has the barring of someone with proper military training, keeping his back straight, his steps slow and deliberate. Perhaps, a gust of wind from a ship taking off or landing or of the natural sort would kick up the bottom of the great coat, letting it sway even more with his movements. He reaches inside of his coat once his boots hit rock and fishes out a cigarillo, which he lights with an old chrome zippo beaten and worn with time and experience. <English>
Doc says, "Whell ah still has a cabin on tha Jia...lessen ya filled it ahlready." Doc steps over to the ramp of the Jia, then turns around and says to Elliot, "Elliot?...let it go Bro...it's not werth it.." <English>
Zank nods and turns putting his arm around Danee and leading her back twords the Jia. He looks over his sholder "Come on Doc ya can come to no needin for us t' get shot and stabbed in the same night." He looks to Kyo as he comes out of the cargo bay "Ya missed all the fun...ya almost coulda gone ninja on someone a bit ago." <English>
Elliot stops , the rifle going into shooting position. He was not in a good mood at the moment but if it means shooting to maim, then so be it but let's try words first. "Whoa there buster" Just as Doc comes up behind him. "Oscar's alot more than just my xo. Let me get him and all will be fine, don't and I'll add another ass hole to someone and it won't be pretty." <English>
CJ rubs her chin, scowling at the bidding. That doesn't stop her from tossing out another bid, though, since no one else seems interested but the one guy.. "One seventy." <English>
Danee moves along with Zank. the smell of blood making her want to toss her cookies. "I hate that smell. Do you think he'll be all right?" she allows Zank to lead her back towards the Jia. But it seems it is just too far away. Suddenly she drops to her knees and proceeds to share her brunch with those about her. Danee does not heave gently. She feels as if she's trying to pull her toe nails up through her stomach. Even after the contents of her stomach is on the ground she continues to heave. <English>
Esmail tilts his head to one side slowly until it pops before repeating in the opposite direction. "Oh? Was there anything else you two had an eye on?" <English>
"Three cocksucker." Kilbride says with some level of finality. He eyes the sniper rifle that has been leveled at him, a few feet away, and sighs. "You're a dumb sumbitch, you know that? Folks tried to tell you, but no....you jus' have to share a hospital room with yer little man, over there." He smiles from behind his mustache, and lunges forward, lashing out with the tip of his dirk, toward Elliot's midsection. It is a difficult manuever, with the bulky rifle between them, but...shit. You only live once, and he doesn't much like having a rifle leveled at him. <English>
[SecCode] Rodney successfully attacks Elliot with his Highland Dirk at 90 (1).
The attack deals 25 Stun and 32 Wound damage.
(Stab)
AUCTIONEER: "One hundred seventy! Do I hear one hundred eighty?" <English>
[SecCode] Elliot unsuccessfully attacks Rodney with his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle at 90 (-55).
Cody is so bad at first aid - she's not the one to be doing things, but she does get her smartcomm and uses it to call, "Medical to Santo spaceport to the auction." She moves towards the fight, looking at PHelan. "We need to help here," she says calmly. "I don't want anyone dying." <English>
[100.00 MHZ] Cody says, "Medical to Santo spaceport to the auction" <English>
Phelan sighs as Killbride stabs Elliot. This is getting old. He starts typing something into his smart com. Then he frowns, "Hey Rodney. They're stabbed. How about you and Cailin chilling. No need anyone dying here. Lesson learned. We got sky diving to do do." <English>
"Oooh. Ow." Cailin moans, wincing as she sees Rodney slip Elliot some hard cold steel. "He's going to need a new spleen after that. That has to hurt." she mutters. "I hope he's not dead, though." <English>
Kyoshiro's red eyes glance over to Oscar and then slowly find their way to Elliot just as he is stabbed. There is literally no reaction on his face, a wash of calm and seriousness always about this man as if he were engineered instead of grown like normal human beings. "I wouldn't count on it..." He says as the blood starts to flow. His attention is briefly grabbed by Zank, crimson gaze flickering to the Jia's first officer. "Yes... because that is what I live for..." This is apparently his form of sarcasm with little to no inflection in his deep core accented monotone. He changes the subject. "Did you get anything good?" He asks before raising an eyebrow at the sign of Danee heaving her lunch all over the place. He frowns just a bit and walks over to her, crouching down beside her. "Maybe you should get inside Lady McGuire..." He keeps an eye on Doc though, heading a glance of caution in his direction. <English>
SO much for the Rambo routine, better stick to snipering and cargo runs. Cargo runs is much safer and he grunted tot eh stab "SON Of a FUCKING BITCH." And out he goes. Moppet growls . <English>
Kilbride looks at Phelan, and nods. "Oh, I agree, completely. I did warn him, though. I can't very well just let someone point a anti-material rifle at me..." The Scotsman sighs again, as he looks at Oscar, bleeding away. "Don't suspect it will feel so good, now. But he ain't dead, an' he learned a valuable lesson 'bout listenin' to folks with sharp objects." He eyes the man's dogs, and adds..."Maybe they should keep the mutts away from 'em? Don't want 'em gettin' a taste for human blood, yanno?" He nods to her pistol..."Put it away, lass....oh...hey...did you see the commercial? Think they did a nice job, capturin' mah likeness with that wee little cartoon man, don't you?" <English>
Esmail grumbling as he hears the wave. Turning to CJ he holds up a low finger, "I'll be right back." He says shortly before wiggling through the crowd towards where he had heard a large caliber being fired off shortly before the wave over the common channel. "You lot done trying to kill each other now?" <English>
At Mia's arrival Phelan's speaking into his smart com. "We got two stabbed. Zero in on my coordinates." He looks at Oscar. "Okay hang on, I have help coming." He moves to try to stop the bleeding. There's an auction going on in the back ground, people leaving, and it's cold as all get out. <English>
VOS: Rodney unequips his Highland Dirk
Most of the people are either departing or still have their attention on the Auction. Over on the other side of the square Oscar lays in a heap close to a building looking a lot like he fell and then got stabbed, apparently being tended to by Phelan. <English>
Overhead, the clouds are starting to close in more, casting the auction booth in a little bit of shadow. The wind is blowing like mad at this point, and it's cold as all get out. It looks like snow is incoming. <English>
Mia replies on her com, "Ok, need you to tell me who's the priority, bao bei." she weaves and out of the crowd with her doctor's bag, "Don't stab me, don't shoot....please don't shoot..." under her breath as she makes her way through the crowd. <English>
Phelan nods, "The one I'm keeping him from bleeding out. Gorram. This is worse than that heart." He shakes his head, "Hold buddy." <English>
Zank kneels by Danee as she throws up and he looks up and sheilds her from the howling wind as best he can. "Come on baby bird lets get ya inside outta this cold..gonna storm here soon and we dont need t' be outside when it hits." <English>
"Geeze.. Were you guys really were trying to kill each other!" Dropping down to his knees beside Elliot, Esmail began to examine the wound briefly before looking around himself. Noticing the medical kit carried by Elliot, he took it and opened it beside himself. "I'm no surgeon, nor a doctor, so this is going to be messy and hurt, but will keep you from dying til you find one." <English>
Cailin shrugs when Rodney bids her put her weapon away, but she does holster the thing. "Probably for the best. I have no idea what kind of rounds I have loaded." There's a comment about Rodney's latest commercial. "No, the cartoon man wasn't in his underwear waving a gun around on his ship..." she says with a laugh. But then people are inbound, people who look serious and have medkits. "Oh." and she steps away from Oscar, to give the medics room to work. <English>
In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface.
You take a step back as the Evening Star fires its drop rockets and lands before you.
Doc moves over and helps zank help Danee up, "Let's git her inside.." <English>
Danee sits back onto her heels. Then allows Zank and Doc to help her up. "I'm ok now" she is white as a sheet. But she walks back up the ramp of the Jia. "I am so sorry." <English>
Elliot's Medical Scan =>DSS Skill System<=
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Mia tests her First_Aid against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (33).
Mia tests her Surgery against a 50 difficulty. The result is successful (28).
Mia tends to Oscar's injuries.
Mia tends to Oscar's injuries.
Kyoshiro backs off from Danee as Zank and Doc come to the rescue. He stands back up looking over towards Rodney and Elliot who is presumably on the ground. He stares for a long moment, smoke trailing from between his lips. He gets knocked out of his stupor as Doc and Zank talk about getting back to the ship. He sighs just a bit as none of his questions were answered. "Well..." He throws the cigarillo down and stomps it out with the heel of his boot, before turning on it and heading back towards the ramp without so much as another look or care towards those who Rodney felled. <English>
"I do try, Guppy. In this case, I hadn't intended to. I'd just been looking to have a nice quiet evening, preppin' to go bust Michio's arse out, when we find him. But, I suppose other folks had their own ideas." There is a pause, and Kilbride gestures toward the Jia..."An' here I thought I'd be explodin' gypsies, not stabbin' bumpunchers. Crazy world, ain't it?" Cailin receives a grin..."You'd best be walkin' 'round with real bullets in that pistol, an' not pissy little stun rounds. Those have their place, but typically...you'd be better shootin' to kill, in a pinch, lass." <English>
Oscar wakes up.
Esmail goes trough the kit and shakes up a container briskly before applying it to a large stab wound along Elliot's torso, forcing the wound to begin clotting. Looking back into the kit he takes out a needle, unwrapping it and removing the cap, he injects it shallowly near the wound to try to treat the bloodstream with antibiotics. <English>
Unless something's changed, Elliot was still out cold on the ground, in his hand still, the rifle. Words that would make a sailor blush would no double spew moment he does wake up. <English>
Phelan makes the required hand moves. He grimaces. "It's easier making the holes than try to patch 'em." He says with a frown. "Probably should be planning for these guys to visit the Guan or the Book." <English>
"I think I have those... ah, those other rounds in there after dealing with those Reavers." Cailin says, suddenly coy. "The kind that are really good at putting holes in things. But, I don't remember." she explains to Rodney. "Well, I guess this is all under control." and she looks back to the bags she dropped. "I'll send you a bill if I broke the bottles of good booze." <English>
Esmail eyes the rifle near Elliot's hands and makes note to not only turn the safety on, but remove Elliot's hand from near it. Returning to the kit he goes through a few small vials and needles until he finds an epi-pen and unwraps it, quickly injecting it into Elliot's bicep. <English>
Esmail wakes Elliot up.
Mia leans over and quickly pecks his cheek, "You did good, love. You remembered your training very well. You can take your hands off, go ahead and wash up with the saniwipes and put that shirt in the biohazard back please, no telling what pathogens be around here." She clamps an attery and hastily (and even somewhat neatly) clams, stitches, sprays, tapes, Oscar's body back together like a woman who's had WAY too much experience. She then covers Oscar with a thermal blanket and leans over him, "Hello sir, I'm doctor Daniels, you're going to be fine. Is your ship in port?" She looks to Phelan, "If anyone else needs attention see if you can bring them here, can't very well go running around spaceport." <English>
CJ shows absolutely no concern for the wounded. Instead she pulls a snack bar out of her pocket and rips it open to take a bite, waiting patiently for things to resume. <English>
Cody shakes her head, giving Rodney a shrug. "Whole 'verse is nuts, yes," she agrees with the man. "Or else it's bleeding. Or both." She glances back at the auctioneer, and then she shrugs. A breath, and she says, "Mia, glad to see you. Thank you. You are awesome." Cause you know, someone has to clean up the tidal wave that is the Mustache. <English>
After being tended to for a while Oscar finally comes to and the first sound past his lips is a loud, angry, and very catlike 'Hisss'. That sound quiclkly followed by him trying to sit up, though that movement is preceade by a tearing sound as the thermal blanket is literally shredded as if there's a Tiger under it. The only other sounds are more catlike 'growls and hisses'. <English>
"Sorry, Cailin. I can't afford that. Our liquid assets are way the fuck down, right now. Paid off the compound, and factory. We're not broke, but shit. We ain't livin' high on the hog for a few weeks." Kilbride replies to his mechanic, with a grin. "Way I pay you, you can afford it, shit." He smirks, and offers Cody a nod, and glances toward Phelan and Mia, working on Oscar. "Guess the little shitbag won't die...but 'ken he might not be shootin' spitballs in public, no more. I got a meeting in the city, Cailin." He waves to those he knows, and heads off...stopping to collect his parachute, before disappearing. He might also be whistling a jaunty tune...bloodlust sated for another day. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "One hundred seventy! Do I hear one hundred seventy-five?" <English>
La la land, that point where your thoughts are fucked up. Though it begins to be less foggy upon the injection and a garbled "Where's that bloody mother fucka..."Last thing he remembered was the knife and a rifle not yet pointed at the intended target,yes in shooting position but not yet pointed He did recall telling Rodney that he was coming for oscar and bout that time, the knife cutting into him and the hard cold ass ground.. He peers at Esmail and starts to move and wrinkles his face a little. "fuck." <English>
[SecCode] Mia successfully attacks Oscar with her bare hands at 50 (7).
The attack should deal 1 Stun and 0 Wound damage.
"Check in before anyone else tries to kill you, huh?" Cailin tells her captain, then turns to claim her bags again as Kilbride wanders off. She waves to the other folks she knows. "Sorry to interrupt your auction. I hope you all win whatever you want." She's ready to wander off herself. <English>
"Next time you come to a planet, carry a shotgun not a sniper rifle to a knife fight.. Much easier to aim with," was said little more than a mutter under Esmail's breath. "Stay still. If you move you will likely die, got it? There should be a transport to a hospital soon." Taking his time he began to look the man over, checking to make sure the abdomen wound was the only one. <English>
Mia issues an irritable snarl and doesn't free her hands from securing the bandages and a lucky talent leftover from her previous career (as a porn star) manifests as her booted foot snaps out, up a bit, and down to hook a foot against his throat, heel pressed against his windpipe, "I will choke you until you pass back out, these supplies are not cheap. Down." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer speaks again. "I have one hundred seventy! Going once, going twice.." <English>
Elliot mutters "ah fuck." Seems to be his favorite word of the week. He could hear Oscar "OSCAR!" Ouch that bloody fucking hurt. "Ok ok, just transport me to the san. "come to a bloody auction for good stuff and damn." He murmurs the latter. <English>
It's not Oscar getting up that poor Mia should be worrying about. He completely shredded the thermal blanket like it was a cheap silk hankey and his hands - complete with chromium-seel Tiger sized claws in a row of four along each palm - are still in play and he continues to hiss and squall like a cat that's at the Vet and doesn't want to be there. No words, just cat sounds. <English>
Phelan stands up and is a bloody mess. He eyes the pair on the ground. "Okay, Elliot, Cat Boy, This day is game over. You live to fight another day. take it up with him when your a hundred percent. And Cat boy, don't you thing about clawing my wife. She just saved your life." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer speaks again. "And sold! To lady with the half red half black hair!" He points to CG. "Next lot, one thousand tons of parts - civil. Bidding starts at twenty-five dollars. Do I hear twenty-five dollars?" <English>
Oscar glares at Mia and Phelan with his miss matched eyes, yes one is blue and one green just like some breeds of Cat. He does stop hissing and settles down though and finally he manages a few words. "Want my Elliot!" <English>
Conoger with his viking helmet comes out of the shuttle platform and starts to look around. He takes his time as he starts to walk around the crowd gathered for the auction. So at this time he stays quiet but still moves about, trying to find someone familiar. <English>
Esmail arching a brow he tilts his head to the side. "What's a San and who's Oscar?" He looks towards Elliot's eyes, using a thumb to drawn down at the top of the man's cheek trying to open his eye wider, checking to make sure he was focusing. "Then again, not sure if you should be walking at all." <English>
Mia eyes OScar, "Fine, Sit tight. And *don't* you make me subdue you again." She looks to Phelan, "Bao bei? Can you help me reunite this one with...er...his person? Elliot? You know him?" <English>
CJ grins, giving the auctioneer a thumbs up before turning away to go arrange the payment. <English>
Esmail arching a brow he tilts his head to the side. "What's a San and who's Oscar?" He looks towards Elliot's eyes, using a thumb to drawn down at the top of the man's cheek trying to open his eye wider, checking to make sure he was focusing. "Then again, not sure if you should be walking at all." His head tilts away and his ear shifts towards the direction of the stage. "Did the bidding start again? Which lot is it?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: "Yes, the bidding is at twenty-five dollars, for one thousand tons of parts - civil. Do I hear twenty-five?" <English>
Elliot furrows his brows. "San Pablo. Ship. " He grumbles and he motions to the man acting all cat like . "Oscar. My XO and My Partner." He stresses the partner more than the XO comment. "Damn I want that titantium,damn good price." He makes it sort of on his elbows."Get your damn finger out of my eye." <English>
Conoger looks around a bit more but since the bidding started he simply looks at the board of the lots adn raises a brow. He waits a moment before he raises his hand up high. " I will big 25 fer the lot." raising his viking helm in turn as well, why not, it's noticible. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have twenty-five dollars. Do I hear thirty? Per ton." <English>
Phelan nods, "Yeah it's been a while. He worked for Cody." He moves to help Mia move Oscar. "Alright, but we're going to take you to your fella. Now no claws." He moves to help Mia. <English>
Esmail looking down towards Elliot before looking around, pointing a finger at the other man that was also recently patched back together. "That one?" He turns back to Elliot, waiting for a reaction. <English>
Mia looks relieved and gives Phelan a grateful smile and takes the feet, helping Phelan carry Oscar, "Elliot? Anyone know an Elliot? Eeeeeelllliiioooooot?" <English>
"You ain't all that bright, eh?" He asks Esmail. "The one that , the one Phelan and Mia are helping. " Yeah he knew Phelan from his time with UDC. "Over here." He didn't move much, it hurt like bloody hell. "I need a whiskey." <English>
Phelan adds, "Mia, it's the other stabbed guy." <English>
Mia oh's and looks around, then shuffles towards Elliot, "You got a Doctor?" <English>
Conoger continues to look around the crowd once again. Obviously he is looking for someone but can't seem to find them. Now frowning, he seems ready to blow. Though, just then he reaches into his duster and pulls out a flask. Drinking from it for a few sips, he seems to grin and lick his lips. Then he continues for his search, though he does on occation look towards the auctioneer. <English>
Esmail stares at Elliot, before sighing. "I don't know any of you. I came out, and went to work on the one bleeding out not being tended to.." Standing up he points down towards Elliot and says, "Stay put." Turning away he walks towards the woman that has been yelling. "Your other crewmen is over there. He is in bad shape but stable, the best I really could do. You should get a stretcher for him and take him to the hospital." <English>
Oscar stays perfectly still and calm as he's carried over toward Elliot, no claws, no hissing. He even closes his eyes for the whole passage. <English>
"Thanks man." He says before laying back down. "Where would I go?" Yep the smart ass . <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have twenty-five dollars. Going once, going twice..." <English>
"THIRTY DOLLARS" <English>
Phelan lays Oscar near Eliot. There was a grouch in there some where. He remembers something but doesn't saying anything. He looks to Esmail. "Thak you." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have thirty dollars. Do I hear thirty-five?" <English>
Conoger looks around a bit more, hears a loud thirty bid and then looks around, wonderign where it came from. Then upon hearing from the auctioneer he raises his helm once again. " I will bid..uhm...35" <English>
Doc steps out of the Jia with Kyo and as they walk down the ramp Doc hears the latest bid. He looks at the auctioneer and says 40 Here..." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have fourty dollars. Do I hear fourty-five?" <English>
Kyoshiro is following Doc down the ramp, snugging his blue woll great-coat closer to him as the cold air rushed back over him. "Herm..." He says, raising an eyebrow towards Doc, "What are they bidding on?" <English>
Doc says, "Parts - civil Ah believes.." <English>
Conoger simply stands in the middle of the crowds and listening, giving up on finding who ever he was looking for. Then the bid of forty is given and so Conoger once again lifts his viking helm in the air . " 45". Then puts his helm back on again. <English>
Phelan calls out covered in blood, " Fifty Credits!" The cowboy looked tired and ready to slip off somewhere. But he did come to spend money might as well give it a go. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have fifty... Credits? That's mighty steep, friend. Did you mean dollars?" He is, of course, speaking to Phelan. <English>
Phelan says in English, "Dollars!"
AUCTIONEER: "I have fifty dollars. Do I hear fifty-five?" <English>
Doc chuckles, "Thaat could o been disasterous..50 creds...ah..see..he ment dollahs....55 dollahs." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have fifty-five dollars. Do I hear sixty?" <English>
Phelan realizing it's getting cold, he's tired, and he about pissed away the farm over a word choice. PHelan decides to make the decision to tactically withdraw. He moves to head toward the casino he had a room at. It's Santo, hopefully they won't ask about the blood. <English>
Kyoshiro nods as he pulls a cigarillo from his great coat and lights it with his worn down chrome zippo, "Eleven hundreed Dollars a ton. I'd say bankruptable." He shrugs, looking over to PHelan and Con with his strange Viking helmet. "There's that guy again, Fao was speaking with him some time ago." <English>
Conoger starts to look around at the bidders now, though he stays silent other than to bid. So once again he lifts his helm up high. " SIXTY!" trying to get over the crowd noise. <English>
[100.00 MHZ] Elliot says, "I want on that titantium bid, demit."" <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have sixty dollars. Do I hear sixty-five?" <English>
Doc looks around at those who seemingly are bidding, "Whaat tha hell....YO!...65 here...." He points to himself, "Yepers thaat t'was meh at 65.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have sixty-five dollars. Do I hear seventy?" <English>
Conoger contiues to stand all mighty like with his helm on. As his arms cross his chest the bid of sixty five comes into play. He looks around to see who bid but the crowd is mighty thick, so he turns and looks to the Auctioneer. " 70" Loudly once again and once again his helm up in the air. <English>
Doc looks around again and says, "Ovah here..again...5 ovah whaat tha Minnihaha Vikin said.." He looks at Conoger and tips his hat with a smile. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have seventy-five dollars. Do I hear eighty?" <English>
Kyoshiro snickers at Doc's comment and just shakes his head as he puffs on his cigarillo. <English>
Conoger looks towards the Doc now, since he finaly seen the man and he chuckles deeply. A nod is given to the doc and his companion but then his helm goes up high again. " Eighty!" then he starts to walk towards the doc, puttign his helm back on again. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have eighty dollars. Do I hear eighty-five?" <English>
"Of course ya hs 85.." Doc says as he grins wryly at the approach of Conoger. Doc says to Kyo, "Sure hope he didn't takea offense at mah little pun Mibu...buht ahm glad Rodney's evidently tooks his leave...ahm purdy sure ourah path's whill cross again at some point." His grins grows the closer Con gets to them. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have eight-five dollars. Do I hear ninety?" <English>
Kyoshiro nods slowly, pausing a moment to let the Auctioneer's voice ring out over the crows in some attempt at public etiquette. "Like I said Doc, just be smart about things. I know your temper can get the best of you. It can all of us, but keeping a cool head and playing things smart is always a better bet." His despondent red eyes glance over to Conoger as her gets closer, a drag taken from his cigarillo before the smoke escapes his mouth, whisking around his head and the black pork pie that sits atop it. <English>
Conoger gets closer to the Doc as he comes towards him. Though as the doc yells out hsi bid once again Conoger stops, looks to the auctioneer and grins. Lifts his helm up once again and yells loudly. " Ninety!" Then puts his helm back on and wlaks the rest of the way towards the Doc. " Oye, how ya all been?" as he looks towards both Doc and Kyoshiro. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety dollars. Do I hear ninety-five?" <English>
Doc offers Conoger his hand and grins and says to the auctuoneer, "Ahm sorrah ta say ah has ta bows out at this point...let mah friend here has this load.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety dollars. Going once.. going twice.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "Sold! Ninety dollars to the gentleman in the viking helmet! Next lot, five hundred tons of high tech. Bidding will start at twenty-five. Do I have twenty-five dollars?" <English>
Kyoshiro nods in greeting to Con, his flat and serious expression upon his features not changing once as he looks the man over before his eyes look back to the auctioneer... <English>
Conoger takes Doc's hand and shakes it firmly. " Thank ya doc. Things going good with Fao and the crew of the Jia I would hope?" his voice always concerned towards the Jia as always. Then he looks to the auctioneer and grins. " Oye , that be me...great!!! be right there.." as he looks back at the two he was talking too. ' I gues I best go pay, tell Fao I will come ta visit soon." then he turns and goes to pay. <English>
Esmail makes his way over towards the easy to single out viking, raising a hand, he slaps it against the middle of Conoger's back as he call out, "Twenty five!" He grins and looks at the Viking. "Didn't see you land, when did you get here?" <English>
Doc shakes Conoger's hand and winks at him, "Couldn't let ya has it fer a cake walks nowah..could ah...Oh..lessee nowah ..whay mess arounds with this...90 dollahs here." Doc looks at Conger, "Ben jus fine Con.how's abouts yerselfs?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety dollars. Do I hear ninety-five?" <English>
Esmail glances towards the man shaking Conoger's hand and sighs. "Aye." Raising a hand he waves shortly towards the auctioneer before turning back to Conoger. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety-five dollars. Do I hear one hundred?" He is, of course, assuming Esmail's wave was a bid. <English>
Conoger goes to leave but then stops as Doc asks him questions. " Oh, I been well, have had a few scrapes and such but nothing I can handle...one them things scratched my hel ya know." as he shows the doc his hel and the scratch on it. Then looks to Esmail and grins. " Oye, there ya be, was wonderign where ya got ta." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety-five dollars. Going once... going twice.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "Sold, for ninety-five dollars! Next lot is five hundred tons of titanium. Bidding starts at twenty-five dollars! Do I have twenty-five dollars?" <English>
Kyoshiro laughs, "You're just making them go higher arn't you... or do you have a specific cargo in mind and you're just..." He looks over to the auctioneer, "Titanium... Damn we could use that." <English>
Elliot steps up "Here." The man was barely out of the bed and he's here bidding on what? Damn cargo rats. "Twenty-five." <English>
Esmail lightly beings to smile as he heard the bidding close. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. Call me Esmail." Extending a hand towards Doc but soon his head turns to the side, towards the auctioneer then towards Doc. " Fifty-five, you should lay back down before you open something up mister Elliot." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have fifty-five dollars. Do I hear sixty?" <English>
Holds his side a little "Sixty." He looks to Esmail. "I Came here to bid, and fuck I'm gonna." He looked as if he was about to topple over. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have sixty dollars. Do I hear sixty-five?" <English>
Doc grins at Kyo...ya ahlrady has 1000 tons o whaatevah Zank gots..." Doc looks over at Elliot and says, "Sorrah elliot..jus cain't let it goes fer likes real cheepsy's...Doc looks at Esmail...and back at Elliot, "70 here." <English>
"Ssawbones, I make a living selling cargo. Seventy-FIve!" He moves to lean on something. anything at this moment. <English>
Esmail shrugs lightly, "Ninty," he calls out, his eyes focus onto the frail looking towards Elliot, not sure if the bid would end first or if the man would faint first. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have ninety dollars. Do I hear ninety-five?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (44).
"One Hundred." He eyes the Medic. <English>
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "Elliot, taskroll willpower at 95."
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "Elliot tests his Willpower against a 95 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-12)."
Elliot yelled out One hundred. <English>
Doc smirks and now looks at Esmail, "Whhaat ..yer winnin once wasn't enough?" He looks and says "105.." <English>
"Yeah... well..." Kyo grumbles, "You try putting a down payment on a new home on Harmony Lake... By the by... which my wife paid for by the way. Between you and Fao, you've all bought me things and the only thing I have to show for my own work is my Colt which is Hardly that Tycho Lightfoot made by Mr. Shamaria that Zank has on his hip." He shakes his head, his fingers curling around his cigarillo to remove it from between his lips. He looks over at the other bidders and shakes his head. "I don't have but maybe 1200 credits to my name." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one-hundred dollars. Do I hear one-hundred-five?" <English>
Conoger looks around once again and shakes his head as the bids go higher and higher. " I'll tell ya this, this is going to go higher and higher..why not just wait and .." stops and then chuckles as he was about to say something. ' Well, I will go and find myself soemthing to eat, hungry as dogs who have not fed themselves in weeks. " Then with that he starts to wonder towards the stands. " That smells mighty good indeed...i will take four of them..yes..it is just for me." as he starts to pay for the food. <English>
Esmail scratches his chin lightly about to speak but upon hearing Doc, he call out, "One-ten". "You never did give me your name proper." <English>
Leans a little to the thing. "ONe hundred and five." Ell says but the pain and the fact he's bleeding again doesn't help. (just rp bleeding) <English>
"Ah" says Doc, "Holliday...Doc Holliday...oh an makwes thaat 120.." <English>
Esmail moves his hand back and into his pocket. "One and a quarter." Lightly chuckle he nods towards Doc before looking back at the Auctioneer. <English>
Elliot wasn't going to make it past the next bid. He was gonna slip to the ground like goo in a moment. He didn't even give Esmail his name.. yet." <English>
Doc arches an eyebrow aat Esmail..then looks at Elliot..'not ta worry Eliiot....make thaat 150.." <English>
Elliot has passed out .dumb redneck cargo rat (lol). <English>
"You know him?" Arching a brow, Esmail questioned Doc, but soon turns and walks away, calling out "One seventy," as he does so. He makes his way over towards the wounded Elliot. <English>
Conoger continues to speak and then finaly gets his order, after a few moments. Then he starts to walk back and he is carrying a smorg of surprise meat on a stick....several sticks are empty at the moment as Conoger eats like he has not eaten in a long time. Upon arriving near the bidders he chuckles. " So, what is the bid at right now?" as he looks around, eating the stick meat as he does. Then he watches Esmail walk away. " Well, I did tke a shower yesterday ya know." as he holds out a stick, pointing his meat towards Esmail. <English>
Doc says, "Yeah I knows him..he's a good friend o mine....180." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one-hundred and eighty dollars. Do I hear one-hundred eighty-five?" <English>
"That's only because we had to hose ya down after the doc got you all patched up. So it doesn't count." There was a teasing tone to Esmail's words as he kneeled down to check on Elliot. "A good friend eh? I know he needs the materials, was only ganna charge him two credits a ton over what I was going to out bid you for them." Turning around he looks towards Doc, smirking as he asks, "Ya not ganna let me get away with that, are ya?" <English>
Doc grins and looks at Mibu, "Man's smahtah than he looks Mibu..." Looking back at Esmail still grinning and says, "BINGO Dude...so? areah whee done biddin then?" <English>
The fool shouldn't had been out of bed yet to begin with. He doesn't argue , he's out cold again.Redneck cowboys. <English>
Kyoshiro purses his lips a moment, then nods in agreement to Doc. He lets the burning cherry of his cigarillo drop to the ground and snuffs it out. "I should probably go check in on Oliana and Murasaki. I'm sure she's wondering where I've gotten off to." <English>
Esmail scratches his chin lightly, "Can I get at least a credit a ton? Half off the discount and you get the titanium still at a steal. How about it?" <English>
Conoger continues to watch teh dram unfold. Though Esmail mentions somethign about hosing him down and Conoger blinks. " Ya mean the doc saw me in my birthday suit?" Conoger laughs then but then continues to watch and eat. <English>
Doc arches an eyebrow at Esmail..."Dude..youse ahlready has a cahgo...an this one's mine...an no no 1 or 2 creds..." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one-eighty. Do I hear one eighty-five?" <English>
Kyoshiro kind of just disappears back to the Jia without much more pre-amble, Doc being caught up in his bidding. <English>
Esmail shifts his eyes to the side while scratching his head. "Part of those profits are going away from a loan, also your the one who upped it from a utter steal anyways." A wry smirk appears on his lips, "Ya cost me almost and extra three more credits a ton." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one-eighty. Going once... going twice...." <English>
Doc cants his head now and says gently, "Come come dear man..lets not beh a sore loser eh?...sides..ya got yer load at a mor ethan decent price.." <English>
Esmail with a shrug he begins to chuckle. "Hey, I had to try ya know. No one should walk away from a extra thousand or so credits with no string attached. Make sure you tell him it was a mild bidding war over his Titanium, but he managed to pull through." Esmail began to make his way over to Conoger without another word. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (87).
AUCTIONEER: "And sold! To the man with the goatee!" <English>
Conoger sticks out a meat on a stick towards Esmail. " Want one, tastes good ya know." as he holds out one, not two as it's for himself....the otehr twelve. <English>
Doc grins and nods to Esmail, "many thanks..sah...it was fun an it was a pleasure.." Doc approaches the auctioneer now, "UM...ahm payin fe this..buht ah whants thaat Hurt man..mistah Elliot ah believes is his name..ta has this load o titanium..so um..howah much does ah owes?" <English>
The auctioneer does some calculating on a PDA and looks back to Doc. "Three thousand, six hundred credits, or ninety-thousand dollars. I'll make a note of the delivery here..." And he does so. <English>
Elliot remains like a puddle of goo. *nods* <English>
