[h2]Taking Care of Business Part 1[/h2] [h3]New Melbourne, Day 2, Early Afternoon[/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@sail3695] [table] [row][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][/row] [row][cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url][/center] [/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5276920][img] https://i.imgur.com/BVD6eRY.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell][/row] [/table][hr] [hider=MUSIC] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rtXTD8n2hI[/youtube] [/hider] Cyd glanced more than once towards the Captain as he retreated, tapping absently on her datapad between glances. Opening his jacket, Mathias peeled the exact amount Cal stipulated of Alliance credits from the bankroll he kept close to his chest. Cyd jokingly called it the Safe Deposit Box, because there was nowhere safer to keep anything. She rationalized it was best to get everything squared away,[i]paper[/i] work-wise before buying anything on her mental list. They had the necessities but Isaac would need… Isaac? “Eish, where did that chop get off now?” Cyd asked, glancing around briefly. “Broekie … let the boy have some breathing room. He’s big enough to wander about. He knows where and how to find us.” Mathias assured his sister. “He’s safe as safe can be in this tourist town.” He added. “Maybe it’s the tourist town safe from him I’m worried about,” Cyd quipped in response. “Touche sistra.” Mathias chuckled. Abby couldn’t tell if’n the sunscreen were workin’ or not. She’s all careful with it, rubbin’ it inta her face, arms, an legs, even pushin’ a might up intah her cutoffs tah keep frum gettin’ burnt. Been out here a spell...sun shifted across the sky. She took that as good fortune, stuck sittin’ here as she was all day, ‘cept fer answerin’ nature’s call a couple times. She pressed a finger inta the skin of her right thigh. Once she lifted it, color was gone fer a second, ‘til it all pinked right up agin. She was tinglin’ jest a bit...mayhaps she’d look fer some aloe tahnight. Doc had kindly checked on her. Offered a couple more ‘o’ them pain pills, but she turnt ‘em down. Best tah stay clear. A touch ‘o’ sore fer a couple days wouldn’t hurt her none. But her lil’ errand fer tonight? Buddha only knew how that might turn out. [i]”Pegleg Pete’s,”[/i] the girl conjured. [i]”Don’t sound like no local haunt…”[/i] The clipboard in her hands give a mild flash. She opened ‘er up an’ commenced leafin’ pages ‘til she found a fresh note. [i][b]Abigail, The Skyes are leasing the portside shuttle. They’ll come see you to sign. Rex will collect their coin. You’re off the hook, kid. Cal P.S. Just joshing. You’re never off the hook, kid.[/b][/i] Abby giggled at that, then flipped the page to tha lease. “Aweh!” Cyd greeted, an easy smile crossing her lips as she saw the young redhead on the folding chair. “How are you feeling?” The girl looked up from her readin’. “Uh….away?” she answered. “Tolerable well. Still a might slow, but I git there.” Her eyes moved betwixt the pair now steppin’ up. “Beg pardon I don’t git up. Jest dropped back in a couple ticks ago.” “We’re not larny,” Cyd assured, “No need to put on airs and graces on our account. Captain Cal said you might have some papers need signing?” Abby give a nod, her bare feet shiftin’ in the dirt as she reached up with the clipboard. “That I do. Looks like jest one page.” She give’em the clipboard tah read. “Don’t conjure it matters which of ya signs it...from what I can tell.” “Been a while since I put pen to paper,” Cyd offered, taking the pen. “So it may be a little skeef, if that’s all right.” She meticulously wrote out C-Y-D S-K-Y-E in her best cursive, initialing and dating the papers where indicated. “Ooh look at you all fancy.” Mathias whistled at the extravenct loops and curves of Cyd’s cursive. “I think that constitutes as calligraphy. Show off.” He teased. Cyd snickered at her brother making fun of her writing. Penmanship was a lost art. “Now I think,” Abby held ‘er hand up, “I’m s’posed tah sign on the line what says ‘witness.”