Three Hills, One Clue

Started by Sidney Applebaum, October 29, 2020, 12:55:52 pm

Rhiannon Pool

Location: The Ship

"Uh, hi," came a response from the handsome bear of a man that came into view. A brow rose and Junior looked him over with what was halfway between a grimace and a look of mild curiosity. It ended up settling adjacent to skeptical doubt. "There something I can do for you? You lost or something?" he asked.

The redhead cleared her throat and set her hands on her hips, then shoved them into her pockets, and finally pulled them free to hang at her sides. "Not lost," she informed him, looking around at the interior of the cargo hold. "Looking to hire a ship, if you're for...hire," Junior explained further, frowning again at her lack of eloquence. Another clearing of her throat and straightening of her spine. Come on, you're better than this. Just be Dad.

Still, she stood just barely inside the threshold, not wanting to barge into his ship. This sentiment was not held by the stranger who moseyed on past her. Well, maybe she was part of the crew or something. Not her business. Or...actually it was her business wasn't it?

"We're looking to hire a ship, transport, mostly. Maybe hauling some cargo, along the way, if we find some to haul. Are you for sale? Hire! For hire!" It had been going so well... Still! Her father's scowl slapped its way back onto her mouth, although her brows were furrowed in barely contained embarrassment.
Dialogue Color - Indianred

Sidney Applebaum

January 24, 2021, 11:34:31 am #21 Last Edit: January 25, 2021, 11:23:51 am by HumanHyperbole
Location: The Clinic

Three men rounded the corner carrying Sidney like a log. He had a torn piece of cloth shoved up his nose to stem a nose bleed and a fresh shiner as they dumped him in front of the doctor's door. As soon as he hit the ground they were beating feet in the other direction. If he wasn't so dazed from the multiple blows to the face, he'd actually have said more than weakly mustering:

"Thanks for the lift guys..."

Writhing, he flopped himself over like a turtle on the ground, and started to pick himself up onto his feet. Sloppily he pushed his way through the door and nearly collided with his collaborator.

"Pool! Hey so I didn't start..."

He eyed Pool's condition, then looked to the doctor, pointed to her, then his business partner.

"Did he get beat up too? Oh MAN! I'm gonna be honest I can't wait to journal about this..."

Before his surly and begrudging ally could get in a comment about the journaling he inquired with the woman he was assuming was the medic on staff.

"You got any gauze? And recommendations for sleep medication that has 50-60% less wacky hijinks as a side effect?"

He pressed his sleeve up to his nose to absorb some of the blood, not worrying about ruining his fancy duds. Perversely, blood stains and stories like this were half the reason he was even doing any of this. A man who wasn't in the midst of a mid-life crisis brought on by a divorce might have found this moment to self reflect. But Sidney was not there yet. Maybe after he finally admits it to himself he's mad she kept the dog.

Desmond Holt

February 20, 2021, 04:15:05 am #22 Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 09:19:51 am by Lomari
Location: The Ship

The girl fidgeted for a moment, before answering. "Not lost," she said, and glanced around the cargo hold. "Looking to hire a ship, if you're for...hire," She frowned, and Desmond raised an eyebrow. He was about to reply, but was immediately distracted by the appearance of a second person. This time a gorgeous brunette, with hazel eyes, and a sassy walk who looked oh so familiar. In the back of his mind was also a bit of indignation that they just walked into HIS ship. His attention was brought back to the redhead when she spoke again.

"We're looking to hire a ship, transport, mostly. Maybe hauling some cargo, along the way, if we find some to haul. Are you for sale? Hire! For hire!" He looked back at her quizzically. "Uh, well. Yeah, I mean I'm looking for work, yes-" His head swung back to the brunette "Excuse me, can I help you?" Back to the redhead. "I still need to fill a couple crew positions but, yeah I, err, we are for hire." back to the brunette again "Sorry, you look so familiar, we've met haven't we? I'm pretty sure we've met" back to the redhead "Transport you said? Yep, we can do that, we've got a good amount of cargo space in the hold here, and some empty rooms for more space if-" He snapped his fingers and his head snapped back to the brunette. "Gem! Gemma, right?!"
"The best surfer out there is the one having the most fun."
Dialogue Color: Seagreen

Gemma Pierce

February 20, 2021, 12:30:08 pm #23 Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 09:20:05 am by Lomari
Location: The Ship

Gemma continued to walk slowly around the cargo bay just admiring the ship. Completely unaware of what she had walked into. It was either that or she really didn't care, after all the door was wide open. A familiar voice snapped her out of her trance,

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

She turned around her hair flipping to the other side, Gemma flashed the man a smile and shook her head, "I don't know - can you?" She just couldn't help her self. The man seemed like he had his hands full and she was always a bit playful with her responses. It didn't take long for Gemma to recognize the man, after all who could forget that face. But he seemed to be slow on the uptake.

"Sorry, you look so familiar, we've met haven't we? I'm pretty sure we've met" She grinned nodding - Gemma began to tell him but it was only a second later when he turned around, "Gem! Gemma, right?!"

Gemma walked towards him nodding, "Yep Gemma Pierce, good to see you Des. But I'm a little hurt it took you so long to remember me. I must be losing my charm." She sent him a wink and looked around the cargo bay again,

"This boat yours?" She asked him, looking back with interest. It took her a moment to remember her manners and introduce herself to the other party. Gemma reached out her hand to the girl, "Nice to meet you, Gemma Pierce, pilot."

Reinhardt Pool

February 21, 2021, 04:28:03 pm #24 Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 09:20:22 am by Lomari
Location: The Clinic

Pool stopped with his hand in the door and considered the girl's offer and decided it couldn't hurt. "Lady I knew way back, don't figure she's still in town. Had a wild burr about getting' out." He smiled wistfully. "Posie Wickson." Before Rose could inform him of their happenstance, Sidney appeared. "Sucker punched. I was sucker punched. There's a difference between that and whatever the hell happened to you. Jesus. Look atcha. I leave you for-" Pool remembered that he didn't know exactly how long it had been. "-and you get-" Like he had any room to talk about not being on world and getting sucker punched. "-say, toots, what's your name? Can you get my friend here some ice maybe? We gotta hit the road."

At this point he just wanted to put Three Hills behind them. This was a wild goose chase. He could feel it. That wasn't something you could fake. Three Hills was a lost cause and the sooner they accepted it, the sooner he could just go home. Sidney. The reason Pool was here. The financier had been convincing, but it had really been Rhiannon who had pulled on her dad's heartstrings and greenlit this little adventure. And now look at them! Couldn't leave them alone for even however long it had been since they'd separated.


He grabbed Sidney by the collar and pulled him close enough to chew on the man's face. . "Where's. My. Kid?"
Dialogue Color: firebrick

Ulrich Kruger

February 21, 2021, 09:27:32 pm #25 Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 09:20:13 am by Lomari
Location: The Ship

At the sound of the word 'pilot,' Ulrich stopped lurking around the corner and came forth from the shadows.  The gaunt figure of the tall man might have been unsettling had he not been so quaintly dressed.

"I am the engineer of this vessel," he announced, unasked.  "Ulrich Kruger."

He spoke briefly to Holt, "I will interview the pilot.  You, Captain, can arrange some income." 

The suggestion sounded suspiciously like an order.  Rather imperious for an employee, but to Ulrich's mind the ship was really his.  The Captain was just the owner.  The man who paid for things and gave orders.  Hardly important in the grand scheme of things.

"Come, young lady.  I will show you our wings.  You can tell me how well you will use them."

He gestured, inviting the young woman deeper into the vessel.  To his mind, any pilot they hired must see the engine of the ship- its beating heart- before they could speak at all as to their ability to fly it.

Dialogue Color: burlywood

Rose Wickson

February 22, 2021, 12:03:06 pm #26 Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 12:16:06 pm by Rose Wickson
Location: The Clinic

"Posie Wickson."

Rose's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be. Could it? No. But it had to. There was only one Wickson family around these parts, and nobody in the most recent branches of the family tree had a name you'd expect to be shortened to Posie, other than yours truly... and her.

The reigning Proserpina Wickson, the seventh of her kind and a vast improvement over the previous model as far as her family was concerned, was still gathering her thoughts when the mysterious horse-gazing man burst into the clinic, looking significantly less put-together than the last time she'd spotted him. Ten seconds ago she would've been awestruck by coming face to face to him, but the bombshell dropped by his companion had already done the job. Rose directed her gaze in the general direction of the injured man's face but stared right through it, even as the other man began chewing him out.

"-say, toots, what's your name? Can you get my friend here some ice maybe? We gotta hit the road."

"Rose." The informal introduction came naturally; nobody called her Ms Wickson (or Dr Wickson, for that matter). "I'm sorry, w-what was that about--"

Before she got an answer to her question, the burly man suddenly had horse guy by the collar. Without thinking, she approached the quarreling pair, poking her head next to their almost interlocked faces.

"You knew Aunt P-P-P-" That forbidden name, so rarely spoken above a disapproving whisper in the Wickson household, might as well have been literally cursed never to pass her lips. Rose knew well enough to give up before she'd even gotten properly going. "You knew my aunt?"

Aunt Proserpina, or Posie, as this man had called her. The folks who had been around when she'd still been a part of a community were fond of coming up with colorful ways to insinuate her rotten character, but surprisingly tight-lipped about what she'd actually done to earn her reputation. The Wicksons were determined to put her memory behind them, and since their family was generally well-liked, the townspeople respected their wishes for the most part.

"She left home, what, thirty years ago? And she ain't been back since. Now why would Gus..."

Rose smiled and furrowed her brow in a kind of amused confusion. Then the realization hit, and her face fell.

"Gus ain't my fiance." It was suddenly extremely important to her that Aunt Proserpina's old friend understood she had absolutely no affiliation with or feelings for the cocky bastard who'd attacked him. And Aunt Proserpina's old friend's friend, too; her gaze darted to the other man and she repeated for emphasis. "He ain't my fiance. We're not engaged."

Oh for Goodness' sake. She knew Gus was bad at boundaries, but this was going too far.

"He hasn't even p-p-proposed. And if he did, I'd say no. We're not... I just don't... He ain't exactly my..." Rose struggled to find a way to put it kindly. She looked at the burly man with the bump on his head. "Well, you've met him."

"And you've met my aunt." Her eyes lit up again as the excitement of finding a friend of Aunt Proserpina's won over the horror of being falsely identified as the future Mrs Jenkins. She beamed at the man, then turned to his friend "And you're... bleeding. Oh dear."

Rose sprung to life, darting towards the cabinets to rummage for gauze and other medical supplies, all the while apologizing profusely. 'Sorry' seemed to be all that would come out of her mouth right now.

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