EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[onsilksheets]

Ah.

[The only question she had was who had done it in the first place?]

Having my gun on my person gives me peace of mind as well as protection. I'm a good shot. [It's not intended as a warning to him but mainly to show that she wasn't a pushover and she would use her weapon if necessary. Despite being used to strange occurrences on board and living through them, Bela was still on edge, concerned that something else would happen, something that she wouldn't be prepared for.]

How can you tell that it's magic? Was it a guess?

[gilding]

I would hope so. Being a poor shot would make carrying it next to useless, regardless of how safe it might make you feel.

[The threat of a gun might stave off some conflict, but when it came down to it, any weapon in inexperienced hands was as dangerous to them as anyone else. He wasn't surprised, at all, that she was capable with it.]

A guess. [A lie.] The other option is some kind of superpower, considering our selection of oddities. [A pause, a tilt of his head, considering.] They seem much the same to me.

[Another lie. He knew they weren't. Not that he'd had much experience with these abilities some on board claimed to have, but he knew magic. From an outsider's perspective, though, who was to say which was which?]

[onsilksheets]

We do seem to have an assortment of passengers who are not normal. [In fact, she was on friendly terms with a few of them.] A superpower is a possibility but we mightn't be able to find out for certain.

[Bela wasn't sure if he was being completely honest with her because she wasn't always a honest person herself when it came to certain things. Grilling him for information was pointless.]

I wouldn't say they were the same. I've seen what those with specific abilities can do and it doesn't include putting a protective ward around the gardens.

[gilding]

Maybe it's one you haven't encountered before.

[A very limited ability it would be, though, protective wards. Useful, but limited. But that seemed to be the way with a variety of the abilities discussed on board. It had almost inspired him to be glad magic was the currency of power where he was from - but then, magic was never quite something to be glad for.]

Though it sounds like you've more experience in the matter than I have. I'll have to bow to your judgement.

[onsilksheets]

Perhaps.

[She replies with a slight shrug of her shoulders, glancing around the area for a few moments, intending to be wary of what was going on, despite the conversation she was having. Bela couldn't help but be anxious about everything, given the circumstances.]

I possess no magic or any kind of abilities like that but I am aware of such things. The world I come from has witches and warlocks and a few other supernatural creatures. Vampires, for example.

[gilding]

Vampires.

[There's a hint of amusement to the word, even if he's fully aware of there being vampires on board the ship. Not all stories were reflective of other worlds, after all, and vampires weren't something he'd ever really expected to encounter.]

And how is it you became aware of these things? Assuming, of course, that they don't live their supernatural lives openly.

[Her being aware was more useful than not, but only if she didn't have some bad experience to inspire too much caution.]

[onsilksheets]

For the most part they keep themselves to themselves. Only when they need to hunt do they ever come out in public and even then, a lot of people don't know they exist.

[The ones that did were hunters or those who had survived an attack from one of the creatures.]

Remember I told you about the line of work I'm in? The objects I deal with are occult, items of power. They can inflict curses, bring you luck...the list is endless.

[gilding]

[It was easy to assume as much - vampires and the like hiding their true natures in amongst others. Especially in a predator prey situation like that. After all, it wasn't like humans were quite sheep, quick to run away from a threat despite the fact they vastly outnumbered it.

It made Bela's skills more interesting. Means she's likely needed to know how to work in secrecy as well as navigating the secrecy of others. And danger, though her ability to handle that was evident already.]

And that would render your talents even more ill-fitting in our current surroundings, I imagine.

[There isn't much place on a spaceship for cursed objects. But then, there wasn't much place on a spaceship for the Dark One, either.]

Do you find a great market for these items, or do you just enjoy blessing and cursing unsuspecting clients?

[onsilksheets]

You may be surprised at the value of the items I acquire. That dusty old trinket at the bottom of a box could very well be worth millions of dollars. Once I've sold the item on, I don't care what happens to the clients. They know what they're getting into after all.

[Perhaps it was rather callous of her but they were responsible for their own actions as well as their mistakes. Bela did what they asked without question-she owed them nothing else.]

I am a businesswoman. Once I've done the job that is required of me, that's it. Nothing more. Unless the client has another paying job of course.

[gilding]

[Gold smiles a little, isn't surprised about the worth of what Bela might sell at all - even if he himself had never really dealt with them in terms of dollars. Money had become quite meaningless to him after he'd perfected the practice of spinning gold.]

That is always the best way to conduct business, I've found. Things tend to get a little... messy, when other matters are brought into the mix.

[A little more flamboyance (and instability) and she could be much like Jefferson, he decides. And that could make her very useful.]

[onsilksheets]

[She had more than enough money to retire early in luxury but there was a thrill in stealing something and Bela had made it an art form. Of course she hadn't embarked any big heists on board and the only time she had stolen was when she was wearing her mask.]

I like the way you think, Mr. Gold. Perhaps we could conduct business with each other some day in the future. [An open offer, he doesn't have to take her up on it.]

There could be something worth exploiting here.

[gilding]

Perhaps.

[Only because giving an entire agreement would be a little too positive. She could be very useful, but only if a situation called for it, and with the Tranquility's environment being the way it was, he couldn't predict anything like that for certain. But he would certainly take note of the open offer.]

We'll have to see if an opportunity presents itself.

[onsilksheets]

I can be patient.

[For the most part at least. But it really depended on what she was waiting on as well as it being worth it in the first place. Still, another potential business associate couldn't hurt.]

Just contact me via my device should you come across anything of interest.