It ain't me, Babe. [Ai, Mack] }{ Or anyone else~!

[Seamus Callahan]

Date: January 16th 2523
Time: 18:00 hours

Seamus perched precariously on a large wooden crate in front of a stand selling cheap woolen sweaters, his guitar was laid across his lap. One hand curled around the neck loosely and the other resting on top of the body in a relaxed position. Brown eyes, shining with a mischievous curiosity watched ships come and go.

It was said that this was the place to be if you were looking for a ship, didn't really matter why, didn't even matter what you were transporting. Ships came, ships left. Seamus watched them.

His fingers found chord structures automatically and he strummed absentmindly, humming along to the music. He sung, not much caring if anyone was paying attention or not. A cranky looking old lady's (who just happened to own the crate on which he had planted his butt) expression softened a little. Realizing a musician would bring a little attention to her wares.

"Go 'way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need..."

The sweater saleswoman listened, and decided against chasing him off. No one else stopped to hear him play. However, that was fine by him. He continued playing the old song, keeping a wary eye on the incoming ships.

[Ai Tsuchiya]

Ai had been wandering the deeper stores for the last few days awaiting Corran to show. She did not like him going off on these lone gunner missions hunting Reavers but the last one had been an eye opener for her never had she seen such brutal carnage not even during the war. Both sides of the fight were unrelenting and harsh, but Corran was by far colder than any reaver was.

This time the scouting they did gleaned them information about an odd reaver ship doing hit and fade tactics on local ships. A this info was one that Corran was not going to pass by. So she asked to be dropped off here on Persephone and await for his return if the returned. The week was almost up and Tsuchiya was growing ever nervous about the coming of Corran Boid. Would he have his old mind or would he be leading a pack of reavers to make her his and eat the rest of this port town.

Shaking the thought off she stepped out into the outer fringes of the port area nearest to the landing pads and began to walk down the full length. She often noted how much higher the prices here was than just 100 yards into town, by almost half. Yet the quality did seem to be better than those in the core of the markets. Walking along she heard a singer with a guitar following the song she made her way to a crate stand of sweaters.

The sweaters were indeed cheap but they were sturdy by the look of them and the price was better than low. She wondered if this lady would bargain for a lower price if she could get a crate of them. The outer rim worlds did need comfort when it got cold and knowing Corran he would know of just the right planet to sell these too. Moving to the stand she looked up and smiled at the young man. It was not one of her heart melting smiles, no those were for special people and patients, the stubborn ones.

Ai spoke.....Hi. I heard the music and I had to know where it was coming from. Here you are selling quiet nice sweaters. To bad though it is the middle of the year here, though I think I know of a few places that are closer to winter than here. If only you could get there I just know you could make a killing selling these wares there.....sigh....Oh wait I have an idea my friend is arriving soon and maybe he could be persuaded to ship and sell your wares in the more remote places of this verse. After all he been to many places that most don't dare go to for fear of the reavers attacking. What is more most of them are aching for supplies and your sweaters would be gold in those towns.


What do you say could I persuade you to hire us out to sell/trade the wares in your name to these poor lonely settlers?

She did not know how her spiel was going but she would wait and see. It did not take long for the older woman to give into the notion of Ai's plans. Giving her holding ticket to a warehouse holding block where there was four crates of sweaters. Caaaachinnnggggg! Ai took a waver film and made the contract for them stating the plan of selling the sweaters at or above the cost of the known prices on the core.

You know if it hadn't been this young man then this deal might not have gone through. Here is half of the cost of the crates in trust till we return with the full amount.

Looking up to the young man.....By the way what's your name?

[hamilton]

Although he kept his face stern and his body language subdued as he wheeled his foot locker through the port’s thin crowd, Hamilton was feeling cheerful. Even the ben dan strumming a guitar and singing didn’t lower his spirits. There was little that could at the moment, he was finally being rotated off of Persephone. Hopefully he didn’t get another assignment and would be able to visit his daughter. They hadn’t seen each other without the help of the cortex for months now. And now the only thing separating them was the arrival of his replacement, a short spaceflight, and the threat of new orders.

Mack made sure to walk out of earshot of the “musician” before setting down his luggage and waiting for his replacement. He was wearing the white, wide brimmed hat and slightly darker suit that he told the new guy to look out for. It made him look out of place on this planet and a few passersby gave him some weird looks, but then that was point. Hopefully his style of dress didn’t also draw the wrong kind of attention, like a pickpocket or mugger. Although usually Mack was always interested in finding a sparring partner, apprehending and arresting some punk would just waste his time and maybe even make him late for the transport off the rock. Which was probably the only thing that could lower his spirits today.

[Seamus Callahan]

Seamus gave the pretty young woman who walked into the sweater shop a courteous nod when she first walked by. His eyes lingering perhaps a moment longer than they should have but he closed them as he reached the chorus of his song. His voice pitching up soulfully, and the guitar string buzzing under his fingers. Alive with the sound.

"Someone who will die for you an' more
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe."

He continued playing the song, watching the passerbys and the ships mill about. Brown eyes briefly followed a large man through the street, the white hat caught Seamus' attention for whatever reason...but the man kept moving and Seamus just kept playing his song. "No, no, no! It ain't me babe! It ain't me you're lookin' for." A jangle of resolving chords finished the song, which immediately followed by a small feminine voice.

Brown eyes shifted to beside him, it was the pretty woman who'd been talking to the sweater woman. He had forgotten she was there, and her appearance at his elbow was slightly startling. He gave her a charming smile, and chimed "Name's Seamus. Seamus Callahan...and your name would be?" He took his left hand from the neck of the guitar and held it out for her to shake.

"How'd you like the music?" He asked, charismatically. "Mind if I ask what a pretty lady like you is doing here at the docks?" The compliment woven into the words so simplistically that it barely drew any attention. Seamus had a knack for getting even the quietest mouse to hold a decent conversation. He never just asked one question, never just accepted a simple answer. Seamus was often too gregarious for his own good.

[Ai Tsuchiya]

Seamus Callahan....Ai mulled over the name for a bit before spouting her name out there. She also like the music Corran never seemed to find a style of songs he liked. She had tried once for the romantic and emotional styles but it made his tick come on faster than normal. Maybe classical or orchestral would be better she'd have to play around with it.

The singing is fine the playing is well,...but .... you could try some thing more up beat every once in a while. It will brighten the emotions and make for better over all health of all those around you. Yet a sad song and a troubled heart is often the source of the bread and butter of us doctors. Most time these sad song are often followed by bad health either caused by ones self or by someone else. 'hehe heee'

The words pretty lady were the common response she has always gotten from men when they meet her for the first time. But when they hear what she does and more importantly who she is that's about when they start dropping the pleasantries.

By the way I'm Ai Tsuchiya, Doctor Tsuchiya from Ariel. And I'm here waiting for a friend of mine to return from a.... well a cleaning mission. He had heard that a ship was running around near here full of bad critters and he wanted to help to clean it up good and propper.l

She was not lying Corran had gone to a ship. The critters though were reavers and cleaning was more like a cleanzing with hostile intent, but this young man need not know the full details.

So why would a young musician like yourself be plunking for pennies in a not so shiny place?

[hamilton]

With the music finished and no idea how long he was going to have to wait, Mack decided to shop through some of the vendors to pass the time. If he was lucky enough to get some time to visit his daughter once he was off Persephone, it’d be nice to have a souvenir for Jules.

So he wheeled his crate into the stream of people browsing the goods. Mack passed by the sellers with clothes suited for the different climates people could be traveling, including the stall where the boy with the guitar was sitting, taking a break from filling the air with noise pollution to instead chat up a woman.

Mack was more interested in finding a nice trinket for his daughter, but everyone he saw was either too cheap, too expensive, or just plain wrong for Juliana. But he continued on, through the crowds and the peddlers to find the perfect gift.