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With Penelope in tow, Elliot walked round the ship, showing her all parts of it; the engine rooms, living quarters, the bridge, fire control rooms, observation deck, and so forth, ending with the galley/bar. He turned to her, and beckoned her inside.

"And here is the galley, or bar, depending on whether you prefer food or poison. Behind that door there you shall find the kicthens, in which you now have free reign. However, I must leave you to it from here, I have business to attend to I'm afarid."

With that and no more of a word, he left, going back up on deck, and off the ship entirely. In passing, he made a few words to the captain of his departure, saying he would be back in "a few days or so"

[Sorry, but I'm gong offline for three weeks, and its a poor way to get out I know, but I can;t do much more at this point. Byes]

Penelope followed Mr Elliot, listening carefully as he explained the rooms and looking around. She knew she would get turned around easily even with the tour, and determined to learn her way around better as time went on. As he described the galley, Penelope paced around the room. He was already ot the door before she called, "Thank you, again."

Now alone, Penelope took a better look around the galley. It was a good sized room, able to hold a crew bigger than they currently had, and fairly clean. There were long tables placed around the room, about five or six of them in all; two large windows, currently covered, hid the bar and the kitchen, respectively, with a door beside the one that must lead to the kitchen. After finding the broom closet hidden in the wall, the door designed like the paneling to be more discreet, Penelope went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, but obviously well stocked. She smiled and leaned against the counter, looking around and enjoying being inside a kitchen again before doing anything. Then, after a few minutes, she looked through the cabinets for tools and the pantry for the food for a quick inventory. Later, she decided, she would make a list of everything so it would be easier to find.

After looking through everything, Penelope opened the window into the galley and leaned on the counter again, grinning.

"but that is what an airship does best!" Daniel grins back. "Just move her toward the front bow. The Khaos has a grapple arm and lift cage that should be able to just pick up the Rocinante and bring her in the hanger."

To the Deliveryman, "lets get those crates unloaded eh?" He approaches one of the steam carts, and lifts a crate out. "ERG, these are a tad heavier than i tought they would be..."

"Naw, 'atsit guv." He tips his hat and drives off.

Meanwhile, Myles has just finished observing the loading of his craft into the hold.

Daniel takes note of the sun, "It's getting dark, Hey Myles, could you make sure Penelope is settled for me? crew cabins are on the third level down from the deck. I have a quick errand to run before the shop closes."

Daniel retrieves a cart from the Khaos, and heads down the dock toward the shopping district.

Daniel trots into the Anacronism's Shopping district cog, pulling the cart behind him like a rickshaw.* After a few minutes he spots the shop he was searching for. After making his purchases (and using a good portion of his savings) he sets out for his ship with his cart piled with various sized cans.

as Daniel leaves the shopping cog, he is confronted by a group of roughs loitering between the better lit districts.

"ell' wot di we 'ave 'ere?" One of them sneers, the long feather in his cap suggests him to be the leader of this gang. He carried a large cudgel with a cable running to a pack at his hip. "Seems ta mi, a clanky 'as come ta gives us sumpin."

Daniel rolled his eyes, this guy needed serious grammar school. He eyed the group carefully. He had had experience with people like this after his first change into steamtech. seemed this group was stupid enough to take him for a clank. "Pardon me good sir, but you must excuse me, Im rather busy."

"oi reeeeeeely? Looki thar blokes, ist one thems clanky men! all flesh an bolts. les' all gives the freek a wurm velcome." The rotting teeth made the nasty ones grin a horror. His five partners grinned too, and pulled out stun clubs and/or daggers.

"Brigands eh?" Daniel thought to himself, "Good, if they try anything i can't get in trouble for pounding them!"

Sure enough the leader roared and the gang attacked. Daniels grin out matched the gangsters by far. With surprising speed for all the metal in his body, Daniel ducks the first swipe and lashes out with a mule kick to cart and slams it into the tough behind him. Using his wings to block from the sides and dodging a dagger thrust to the face, he grabs another toughs arm and throws him into two more, who smash through a brick wall... across the street. "DAAAANG!" Daniel thinks in shock, "got a bit stronger I'd say."

The last tough and the leader stare at the hole in the wall. Daniel realizes he still has the cannon Elliott made. He had placed it in a loop on his belt since he forgot to leave it with the ship. He draws it out, holding it with one hand at his attackers face.

the leader's eyes go wide as he looks down the barrel
"eeep..... Run lads!!" The leader shouts and the two hotfoot it out of there.

Daniel holsters the empty weapon, "Well that was fun." He whistles to himself as he heads back to the Khaos.


*Rickshaws (or rickshas) are a mode of human-powered transport: a runner draws a two-wheeled cart which seats one or two persons. (wikipedia)

And there on the loading dock is a chest. A simple rectangular metal chest of steel panels with brass corner guards and rivets. It bears the same mark as was on the clank crates. It must have gone unnoticed during the unloading of crates and left out after the crates were moved into the hold. That is, after all, the most logical explanation for its presence there, isn't it?