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	[b][color=f26522]Dressmaker:[/color][/b] The dress maker nodded a bit but her head turned sharply as she head the the door knob rattle in the slightest out front. "Seems I already am," she muttered to herself. She couldn't be sure that it wasn't a customer but it was highly unlikely. The locals did not seem to frequent her much and there had been talks for some time that she would just sell the place and move on. If it hadn't been for her past she would have. The sound at her door was a rare one, so it raised alarms.

	Following Mei towards the back of the shop she grabbed a long brown duster from a hook and shoved it out of the door. "Here, for luck, for laughs, for the unknown," she said with a bit of a wink. Why she was helping this woman she had no idea but she felt that she wasn't the type that should be killed. She had come to the shop looking for help, not trouble. She hadn't threatened her, drawn a weapon on, made her nervous at all. Which was rare. 

	"Take it," she said as she handed it over. It was of fine quality and was reminiscent of the Brown Coats of old but much more updated and hooded as well. Giving the woman one last half smile she slipped back into her shop and shut the back door quietly. Turning around she rushed to clean up all signs that she had helped anyone with a wound in her shop. Blood soaked items were placed in the red dye bath for her fabrics. She could dump that later in the day but it would serve well enough to cover a trail. At least she hoped it would. 

	The alleyway way clear and well kept, much better than the one Mei had crawled in. It ended at the back of the alley unfortunate and the only exit was around the corner and down the street she had come in on but since the alley wrapped around the back the rest of the shops on that side of the street for that block it put her out north of the Toy shop, well down and out of sight of the stores front. 

	[b][color=f26522]Prometheus/Docks:[/color][/b] Atticus turned his head slightly and nodded towards Daphne. [color=fff79a]"You and me both,"[/color] he said before looking over as he heard a ship. His hand coming up to cover his brows and shield his eyes from the sun light. The ship looked like a Firefly but much more updated. He had heard of ships that had been made after the Firefly but he hadn't ever seen one of the more modern ones. Standing up as it touched down he glanced towards Jahosafat. [color=fff79a]"Think it is our new ride?"[/color]

	[color=gray]"I do hope so my good man. Tis quite a ship, much nicer than the first, not as nice as the last,"[/color] he said as he adjusted his hat. 

	[color=f26522]"Good run Harper, collect your things from the dock and load up into this room,"[/color] she said as she stepped into the hallway right outside of the bridge. Turning she made her way through the ship, down a floor, and out of the main cargo door. Glancing around she spotted three of her remaining five crew members that should have been there. She saw no sign of Dorothy or Foy still, they had better be bringing her someone's head on a platter for being gone this long. 

	[color=f26522]"Room assignments are as follows,"[/color] she said as she stepped over to the three, not even wasting time with greetings. She rarely did. [color=f26522]"Atticus, Upper Deck, Starboard Side, over wing. Jahosafat, Upper Deck, Port Side, over wing. Daphne, Lower Deck, Stern, Port Side, First Single from Med Bay,"[/color] she rattled off before turning on her heels and making her way over to the storage dock and retrieving a crate of her things. [color=f26522]"Load your things first, then start loading the rest of general supplies. Do NOT touch Foy or Dorothy's things until further notice,"[/color] she added in passing as she walked back onto the ship.

	[b][color=f26522]Toy Shop:[/color][/b] Royus kept his eyes on the board but he seemed to know what was going on in the shop. "One step closer and you'll regret it laddy," he said in a stern voice as the sound of a gun clicking beneath the table could be heard. The boy that had been trying to shop lift was standing off to the side, but his ~friend~ had come up towards Fitz and his hand was nearly on the mans back pocket. Holding his hands up he backed up slowly before both of them tore off. 

	Royus gently placed the hammer down on his gun as he drew it out from under the table and rested it next to the board. "Stupid kids," he muttered before his eyes brightened and he made another move in the game. "Check mate lad," he said happily as he clapped his hands together and sat back in his seat. "Well played game I must say. Been some time since someone gave me a run for my money," he said, praising Fitz. It seemed genuine the way the old man spoke. 

	Standing up he smiled at Fitz and held his hand out to shake the boys, showman ship seemed to be important to the old man. "Should keep your eyes peeled a bit more. Those type of boys are always out and about trying to gain a quick buck instead of working for it. Harmless enough, if you don't mind being broke," he chuckled. 

	[b][color=f26522]Merchant Area:[/color][/b] The leather worker eyed Foy for a moment, looking down at his feet once again before he placed down his needle and thread. "Ain't seen shit," he said roughly. Walking over to a large wall storage unit he started pulling out drawers until he found what he was looking for. "These should work, will be a bit tight until broken in," he grumbled as he set them down on the counter and unlaced them. They were finely crafted. They had to be, this mans personality probably couldn't sell anything if purchases were based on his way with customers. 

	"Socks? Try down the block. That'll be 5k in credits," he stated matter-of-factly. The price was high, very high, but again, so was the quality. Maybe not that high but from the look on the mans face he wasn't about to barter. Sitting down slowly behind the counter he waited for an answer as he looked out the front of his shop. His brow rose slightly before turning his attention back to Foy. Over at the dress shop, everything sounded still from inside the shop. No lights could be seen. No sound could be heard but that could be from the sounds of the street covering up anything coming from the inside.