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Back to work (Same name different post)

Thomas woke from his short nap feeling much better. His nose was no longer bleeding, the small cut above his left eye stopped bleeding and he could actually see out his left eye. Not too well as it was still pretty swollen but, he could make out shapes and objects.

*Alright, ice pack for eye, some asprin, food then back to work.*

After rising, Thomas strapped on his gun belt, pulled on his boots then made his way to the galley first, no need to take meds on an empty stomach. He walked in and noticed the new lady from the derlic ship having a sandwhich, he nodded, then walked over to the counter and made himself a sandwhich with what ever spreads happened to be available, poured himself a glass of water then left.

By the time he made it to medical (taking his time getting there), he had finished his sandwhich and drink. As he walked in he noticed the twit talking with another new individual and pointing to her teeth, *Apparently we found a dentist.*

Excuse me, where are the asprin?
Palatias

*(DISCLAIMER: None of this is true. This is all part of the fictionality of this world. I do believe the tower of Babel actually existed, though. --Natlyn (talk) 00:32, August 8, 2019 (UTC)*

### Largest City (population)

Natlyn City

Palatias is the world in which everything in this wiki is. Nobody knows when or how it formed, but the first people arrived in 2248 BC, after the Tower of Babel on Earth .
Навыки

Ваша городская девчонка постоянно совершенствует свои навыки, совершая самые разные действия: взаимодействует с предметами декора, ходит на работу, общается с соседями и местными жителями. Развивая свои навыки, она поднимается вверх по карьерной лестнице и улучшает свой рейтинг.

В игре «Городские девчонки» всего 15 навыков, 14 из которых активны. У каждого навыка есть своя иконка. Чтобы повысить уровень какого-либо навыка, щелкните по предмету декора и выберите действие с нужной иконкой.

## Знания

Данный навык можно улучшить, читая книги и обучаясь за компьютером.

## Инстинкт Самосохранения

Данный навык обязателен для Инженеров-Экологов. Его можно улучшить, содержа оборудование в хорошем состоянии и проверяя его сертификат UL.

## Искусство

Данный навык обязателен для Художников. Его можно улучшить, рисуя, создавая анимацию и критикуя произведения искусства.

## Кулинария

Данный навык обязателен для Шеф-Поваров. Его можно улучшить, готовя еду и используя кухонное оборудование.

## Мода

Данный навык обязателен для Дизайнеров. Его можно улучшить, воплощая свой творческий потенциал в создание новых работ.

## Музыка

Данный навык обязателен для Музыкантов. Его можно улучшить, играя на музыкальных инструментах.

## Наблюдательность

Данный навык обязателен для Детективов. Его можно улучшить, обращая особое внимание на то, что находится вокруг.

## Наука

Данный навык обязателен для Инженеров-Экологов. Его можно улучшить, читая научные журналы и проводя научные исследования.

## Общение

Данный навык обязателен для Художников. Его можно улучшить, созваниваясь или встречаясь с друзьями и продвигаясь по службе.

## Писательство

Данный навык обязателен для Писателей. Его можно улучшить, работая за компьютером.

## Расследование

Данный навык обязателен для Детективов. Его можно улучшить, анализируя документы и применяя разные методы расследования.

## Танцы

Данный навык можно улучшить, делая упражнения и занимаясь йогой, чтобы нарастить мышечную массу и развить гибкость тела.

## Творчество

Данный навык можно улучшить, слушая музыку, принимая ванны и взаимодействуя с окружающими.

## Туризм

Данный навык был активен во время поездки в Венецию. Его можно было улучшить, фотографируя достопримечательности Венеции.

## Харизма

Данный навык можно улучшить, взаимодействуя с окружающими и работая над тем, чтобы быть очаровательной.
Золото, Гламур и Монеты

На данной странице представлены ответы на самые частозадаваемые вопросы про Валюту в игре «Городские девчонки».

## ЧАВО

***Как получать больше Золота, Гламура и Монет?***

Существует множество разных способов получить Валюту в виде будь то Золота и Гламура или же простых Монет. Их количество можно увеличить, совершая самые базовые действия: посещая подруг и работу, выполняя этапы миссий, повышая уровень и т.п. Также, у игрока есть возможность купить их за реальные деньги, нажав на кнопку «Purchase» на панели над окном игры, либо по иконке с символом «+» рядом с каждым видом Валюты.

***Я купила за реальные деньги Золото / Гламур / Монеты и ничего не получила.***

По всем правилам купленная Валюта должна попасть на счет игрока либо сразу после оплаты, либо в течение 24 часов с момента оплаты. В противном случае игроку стоит пожаловаться в центр техподдержки, указав свое игровое ID (находится прямо под окном игры), дату и предмет(ы) покупки.

***Где мое Золото?***

Внезапное исчезновение золотых слитков очень часто происходит из-за случайных покупок. Обычно такое случается, когда игрок необдуманно нажимает на кнопки ускорения производства предметов, покупки дополнительных прокруток рулетки или на кнопку покупки главного приза уже закончившейся миссии. Вы можете минимизировать риск случайной покупки (и, соответственно, случайной траты золотых слитков), если будете стараться не нажимать на кнопки с изображением золотых слитков.

А если вы точно уверены в том, что случайно на никакие кнопки не нажимали, но золото всё равно загадочным образом пропало, напишите в техподдержку , техработники которой обязательно помогут вам выяснить причину пропажи и, может быть, возместят ущерб.

***Как я могу посмотреть свою историю платежей на Facebook?***

Для этого вам нужно перейти в «Настройки» страницы, а затем в раздел «Платежи». Чтобы что-то изменить, просто перейдите в раздел «Настройки аккаунта», который находится рядом с разделом «История платежей». Подробнее о Платежах на Facebook .
A blade returned

Haddie glared up at the doctor woman taking a defiant bite out of her roadkill kebab. Aello looked down at her with those cold eyes of hers and Gill reached over and tapped her shoulder.

"It's ok, give her the knife back. We wont need it here."

Haddie cocked her head to one side considering for a moment. The doctor had saved Gills life that was worth something. Besides the scalpel was not the only prize she had from the med bay so it would not be a total loss. She fished around in her bag, first pulling out the screwdriver Gill had stabbed the goon in the eye with. The end was still red and sticky. She frowned at it and put it back before locating the scalpel.

She took another bite from her meat treat as she held up the scalpel towards Aello. There was something about the woman she did not trust, a flicker behind the eyes and way about her. Not arrogance, no, it was deeper than that more visceral. She sensed the woman was dangerous and for a moment considered lashing out.

"Haddie she is a friend." Gill soothed her, and at last she placed the scalpel back from where she had snatched it. She shrugged, she could always come back for it later.

She smiled sweetly up at Aello.
But first, this

*"I will need 2 class III Heat exchangers. They may cost a bit but, we need them to get #2 up and running, otherwise it will be maxed at about 50% if I'm lucky."*

"Two class III Heat exchangers. " Riley grumbled. "Rub a lamp." Most of the boys were sleeping, they'd been up the whole night with everything going on, and it looked like they’d be on Santos for a while anyway, there was no need to rouse them for their tasks just yet. The Captain still had a fed, a crazy Russian, and a kid who stabbed someone with a ruttin’ screwdriver to contend with.

“I’m taking the mule out.” Riley informed the Captain as she removed the blocks from the wheels. “Devron needs a bunch of parts, including two Class III Heat Exchangers.”

“Two? Did you tell him to rub a lamp?”

“Aye, sir. Seems your landing did a lot of damage.”

“It’s funny, I don’t remember the landing at all.”

“I believe sir, “ she said, starting the loud engine of the four wheel drive vehicle. “That was the problem!”

Priorities. Devron needed parts, to keep the ship in the air. She needed a little aviator-aid to do the same. Luckily, unlike her experience on Persephone, the first person she asked on Santo knew just what a pilot in the 99 needed, and though he couldn’t help himself, he cave the address of someone who could. The address led down the back alley of Main Street, but of course, her luck or lack of it, there was a bum lying across the way.

Filled with sensitivity, as she was famous for, Riley beeped the horn of the 4 wheel mule to get the man to move. When that didn’t work, swearing under her breath, she climbed off the mule and walked over, gently tapping the man with her boot. He groaned, and looked up to her, bloodied and bruised.

“Of course.” She said with a sigh, crouching down beside the man, All academy graduates and alliance pilots had basic first aid training, flying with Keller for numerous years she was a bit overqualified in field medicine. “Looks like you bit off a bit more than you could chew buddy, and you’re between me and something I really need to pick up. Can I give you a hand?”
Commitment Issues (Day 2 NIGHT)

“You have to commit,” she heard as she washed her mouth out at the kitchen sink. She turned her head to the side.

“Sorry fore the language, Mr. Cortez, I know fanciful folk don’t like spacer talk much,” but Esteban waved it away dismissively.

“I meant, you could’ve torn a nice chunk of flesh right out of that chǔn lǘ’s arm if you set your mind to it.”

Serena didn’t see that coming. It sounded exactly like something the Crew Chief would say. “He’ll get his.” the girl grumbled. “Once the crew chief hears…”

“He ain’t taught you to defend yourself yet?” Esteban asked with a tsk. “That ain’t right. You’d think if the boy cared about you enough, he’d know he can’t be everywhere at all times. At least that’s how I felt about my own.”

“He will…” Serena shrugged. “I mean, there ain’t been a lot of time…”

“Right, with you gettin’ shot and now another member of your crew down… I get it. He’s doing a bang up job protecting you all. Make sure you tell him I said so. Take care of yourself, Serena, no one’s gonna be around always to do it for you.”
Day 1: Late Evening, I love a good war story

*“The longer, more truthful response would be to say that picking up a gun is part of mah only war story.”*Riley was at a crossroad. She could see both paths. One was the road most taken. Snarl at him with a disinterested comment and end the conversation. The second would likely end the same way, but she'd take a much more round-about-way to get there. On a ship where you could find a fed in a box, and then said fed could be stabbed by a seven year old, enough trouble was abound to squelch any semblance of curiosity because sooner or later, stuff just came out. But this, it was an itch and she wanted to scratch the surface of it. Mentally she flipped a coin, but as it was inside her head, she controlled the way it landed. Holding out the mug, she tapped it against the bottle by way of asking for another shot or two.

"I'm always up for a war story, Adler. Did you drill a major? Did you sleep with someone's sister? Don't make me guess, I hate guessing games. Or games in general. Tell me, how does one go from Dorian Adler, DDS to Have gun, Will Travel?"

*Posted by : Blitzen on Jan 21, 2019, 9:24pm*
"Oh, My TVC-15..." (Day 1, Very Late Night)

The tea had gone cold.

A kindness from the Sister that he wouldn’t refuse, but then again, he whispered as the flask touched his lips, “there are better things to drink.”

*And better ways to spend my time,* the Doc thought, his pocket watch open before him. The standard rule at the university was “no prof by fifteen past, no class today.” He’d been here for forty-five minutes, either offering the Sister a truncated portion of his life’s story, or simply marking time in hopes the Lieutenant would make good on her invitation. “No prof,” he muttered while depositing the cup into the sink. “Looks like no class tahnight.”

He made his way back to the passenger dorm, and his quarters therein. A slight wobble to his step informed Adler that he’d had enough whiskey for this night. Tomorrow, they’d be in the black, yet again. Best to turn in.

Once out of his clothes, the medic tucked his earbuds into place. Bowie filled his ears as he slipped beneath the covers.

*” One of these nights I may just jump down that rainbow way

Be with my baby, then we'll spend some time together…*
All play and no work, all work and no play

Keller looked around the seedy bar/casino.

"Hold up, you sure, Doc? This ain't exactly the most hygienic of places, if'n you know what I mean. Ain't you got any sort of office to work in? If not, we have some space back on our ship. This one here's lost a few teeth, and she may be a shitty deckhand, but I can't rightly leave her toothless and disgusting. Not that you are of course, ma'am you pull it off well!" He added to a lookie-loo call girl who was shy more than a few teeth herself. The Captain tipped his hat to her and she batted eyelashes his way. "I'd be much obliged if you saw to it to fix her up."

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Back in the Cargo Bay, Riley and Devron readied the cargo for transport, recruiting Gill to help as well. After all, he fixed the mule that Riley nicknamed "The Stubborn Mule", which only worked half the time. More than once she'd lugged cargo only to have it give mid-way, and she'd end up humping heavy transport with the deckhands.

"Meanwhile, " she groused, securing a strap, "the Captain lives it up in the Lucky Cat. I just hope he don't go and do something stupid, like wager the ship in a gambling game. I hear more and more of that these days. If'n we get done soon enough though, Devron, you're more than welcome to go an' grab yourself a drink there. What about you, kid? You and your sister want to come stretch your legs a bit, or you want to hole up here on the ship?"
But Wait, There's More...

Adler accepted the water with a grateful nod. He sipped it quietly as Riley delivered the customary threats and posturing required of every second in command he’d ever sailed under. In the long and short of it, what Riley chose to believe versus what she professed were at best a dichotomy whose cracks were frequently revealed in her actions. It was well that she voiced doubts. His proper role in this exchange should be to offer a simple “understood” or “yes, ma’am” to her parting edict. However, there were more important details he needed to present to her, and the man she propped up in the captain’s position.

“Completely understood,” Dorian replied as the pilot turned on her heel. “And while Ah’m certain that Mistress Lucretia would only visit pain upon our crew fah an hourly price, there is another matter that Ah need tah discuss with tha captain and yahself.”
A ticket to ride...

"Well I am getting something to eat!" Gill announced at last. He stopped at the door with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Haddie, can I have the jewelry and the cash?" She frowned at him and then down at her haul. "You can keep the ruby ring." he added and after a moment her face brightened as she shoved the item back into her satchel. Gill scooped up the swag and shoved it all into Old Joe's sock until it was bulging. Then with a firm nod he left the room and made his way to find Riley.

Gill made his way to the Galley and saw her talking to the dentist so he waited for their conversation to trail off before walking over. She didn't notice him standing there for a moment but then her eyes locked on his and narrowed in irritation.

"I thought..." she began but he did not wait for her to complete her sentence before upending the contents of the sock on the table in front of her.

"Haddie and I would like to sign on as passengers. How long will this cover us for?" He knew full well he had just dumped a small fortune in front of the woman, but he had also done it in full view of the rest of the crew so she couldn't very well just confiscate it and send him packing without comment from the others. A plan was forming in his mind, and with a little guidance he might just be able to make it work.
List of Kings of Rhii

There have been 129 kings of Rhii. This list attempts to briefly put together the list.

## House of Rhiidos

In 724 BC, Governor Rhii XI of Rhii revolted against Loskopping rule. The war dragged on for 14 years, before Rhii XI's grandson, Greffyd III, finally finished the war and got Loskopping to declare Rhii's independence.

## House of Ladneo

In 693, Ladneo Rhiidos, a descendant of Rhii III and son-in-law of Rhii XI, killed Beritory and took the throne for himself. He lived until 656, but his line was extinguished long before that.

## Patallin Dynasty

In 696, Rhii XII had named Patal Maklehen his heir after his wife, but Ladneo ursurped the throne. In 678, Ladno disappeared during a battle against Patal, and Patal finally claimed his inheritance. His dynasty was to rule, with some breaks, for the next 1580 years.
Day 1 Evening - "Not-Tha-Doctah"

Devron: *“Well, my eye doesn't need fixing. I felt the bone and it isn't broken, my vision isn't fuzzy and the cut has stopped bleeding. I will just put this ice pack on it and go to sleep like I always do. I also don't remember the Captain or the XO saying anything about you becoming our doctor. I apologize if you have officially been hired, I will ask next time for he Motrin. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get some sleep so I can get to work on the #2 engine so we can leave this rock.”*

Dorian watched in silence as the mechanic departed in a huff. “Mmm, mmm. mmm,” he shook his head. “Such a temperament. One would never guess that we’re lovers.” With a soft chuckle, he turned toward the remaining pair. “Actually, his sparkling repartee aside, Mistah Devron does raise a very cogent truth. Despite my having been brought here fah one procedure, Ah’ve managed to cover a fair amount of the crew’s aches and pains…all without being told Ah’m a membah. Fah that matter, no one’s even mentioned a price. Obvious naivete’ on mah part, isn’t it?” he smirked.

Dorian’s eye landed on the stranger. “Given that, friend, Ah’d say yah’ve got a choice. Yah can either be treated by “Not-Tha-Doctah,” he said, gesturing toward himself, “or you may choose to continue treatment by the much more appealing “Not-Tha-Doctah” who's got the needle. No worries fah me either way,” he chuckled derisively. “Apparently Ah’m not bein’ paid.”
All in the Mind

Haddie was back on Santos. In boots to big for her and a blue flowery dress. She stood in Old Joe's yard watching Gill play catch with the old man's dog.

"Here boy, over here." Gill threw the ball and it rolled into the shed. He turned to look at her. "Well don't just stand there; go get it."

Haddie flashed a grin and ran to get the ball. She froze in the doorway seeing Joe's severed hand lying there just inside, the ball hard rolled just past it.

"Come on Haddie he's getting angry."

Haddie looked back and frowned, in place of the dog the ship's engineer was crouching on all fours barking at Gill. "Down boy!" Gill cried out as Devron scrambled around at his feet. Haddie stepped into the shed and with a creek and a crack the door closed behind her.

She stood in utter darkness. Soft music was playing somewhere nearby and then in the distance a spotlight lit up a rocking chair with Captain Keller sitting slouched upon it. He was drunk and holding a half empty bottle of spirits. He waved it towards her with a wink,

"Cheeers for the drink kid, k..keep up the good work."

Riley stepped out of the darkness behind him then and stabbed a knife into his back. He laughed and turned to look up at her.

"Now will y'look at that." he observed the handle of the knife over his shoulder and tried to grab at it. Dorian and Vas stepped in and came to stand either side of Riley. Dorian shook his head sadly. They were dressed in Alliance medical uniforms and Keller looked up at each of them in turn and took a long pull on his whiskey.

"Aint nothing wrong with my gorram teeth." he grumbled to himself. Haddie was plunged into darkness again and the music began to grow louder. There was a sharp crack and a dimly lit body fell from above. It was the passenger Henry.

"Fool went and hung himself." said Vas who was suddenly standing next to Haddie looking up at the dangling form of Henry. Vas reached over and gave him a push as they watch him swing back and forth. The music grew louder still and a singer appeared on stage a few feet to their right.

"Mother!" Vas cried out giving Henry one last swing. Vas ran over to the singer and she turned. It was Riley, singing with the voice of an angel. Then she was an angel, her wings spreading and Vas dropping to his knees at her feet.

"Mother come back!" Vas called out and Riley laughed as she began to scatter hand fulls of mach tablets across the stage. "Eat this in remembrance of me!" she called down as she disappeared into the rafters.

The melody grew louder still and the music pit could be seen now. Dimitri was among the musicians playing a violin and Dillon on a flute... and there was Jacy standing at the head of the orchestra in her night gown conducting with a long pink rubber stick like the one from her room. She looked up and winked at Haddie.

A hand was laid on her shoulder and she flinched and looked up to see Lyen standing there in her religious robes. She was carrying beads and her eyes were creased with laughter lines.

"Time to wake up dear." she whispered.

Haddie gasped and opened her eyes!
Day 1 Evening - What was May Be Again

"That's the spirit, Dillon! We all die sooner than we expect, and with Daddy Keller's flying we're likely to die even sooner. Oh sorry, Vas here doesn't like the flirty talk. I think it upsets his innocent demeanor. I only refer to the Captain as Daddy because I'd like to lie with him and let him do manly authoritative things to me....um...with me. So he's not really my father, we're no relation at all."

Jacy nudged Vas then Dillon with her elbows. Then Vas then Dillon again. She was looking back and forth between them. "Come on you two, cheer up! We're all hiding from something on the Lunar Veil and we'll all find something we're looking for too. Eyes peeled on the shops, we're looking for a lighter."
Archaic

*“Doctor,” he said as the boy Vas rejoined their grouping, “if you would, please get her into the treatment chair. I shouldn’t be longer than fifteen minutes or so. I also wouldn’t mind having you on hand when I do the procedure.” As the words escaped his lips, Dorian noticed fresh alarm in Jacy’s eyes.*

Aello nodded without much emotion in her expression.

Aello: Sure.

Aello saw Dorian's expression flicker for a bit before he left as he looked past her. Not really caring for the matter she ignored it and continued her walk by Vas who was pushing Jacy along.

Along the way it was obvious Jacy was having a hard time dealing with her situation. Aello felt bad for her but not enough to get all emotional. She learned the hard way that life is far from fair and the sooner Jacy figured it out the better off she would be. Since it was partly her fault she would aid in Dorian in the surgery, but after that she would let it go. She figured Jacy would most likely hold a grudge, but it was a small matter since the Captain planned on ditching her in this wretched planet anyway. Sadly due to her past, Aello found it was easier to not have any emotional ties to anyone or anything since it was just leverage to be used against her later on. As they made their way back to the Veil she quickly purchased some packaged snacks since she she was low from her last voyage. Once they arrived at the Lunar Veil Aello asked Vas to help her get Jacy to the medical bed for the dentist. Then she began prepping the room for the surgery by sanitizing the few tools they had to work with on top of her own surgery kit. Sadly the sterilization kit involved cotton swabs and vodka. Aello was using her old medical history lessons to do prep for an archaic surgery.
Brown-Paper-Packages

Charlie had regaled her, ice-cream in hand, of his tomfoolery, shenanigans, and other menacing in his home of Valentine. She learned about his network of back alleys, his crew of mischievous mates, and all the ways to steal mysterious things from the pockets of strangers (or right out of their hands, in Lyen's case). He had a veritable treasure trove of things. Lyen was trying her very best not to let her face betray the dismay building up. She'd accidentally run into the pre-pubescent crime-lord of Valentine.

"And what do your parents think of your trophies?" she asked.

At this point, Charlie's face became grave and he relayed the story of his sickly mother, his struggling father, and their lot as "fatally middle-class" (his father's term) citizens of this city. Anything extra he found that he could hawk or pawn brought in a tidy sum which he attributed to his delivery route; a job entirely made-up but just sensible enough to have him out and about in the city.

He was a clever boy, but Lyen felt a pang of guilt to help him. It wasn't likely that the Captain would want to contribute to help turn things around for him, and it was equally unlikely that any sum of money could save the sick mother and soothe the weary father he mentioned--then again, perhaps the veracity of this story was questionable. Knowing that nothing was exactly as it seemed, Lyen played the part of the concerned stranger. Without any extra coin on hand to offer, the ice-cream would have to suffice.

"Well when you've got yourself an empire, remember me, Lyen Gui, and our pleasant stroll through the carnival," she licked her ice-cream cone, which was pistachio and taro flavored.

"Oh I'm not likely to forget you, and that strange device in your box," Charlie licked his own cookies and cream cone.

It was all she could do not to turn bright red, "Actually, you should forget you ever saw that. And now, dear Charlie, we must say goodbye. Thank you for your stories, and I recommend you find other ways to make some extra money for your family. Some people might not buy you an ice cream cone for stealing their things."

"They do when I let them catch me!"

She ruffled his brown, messy hair, not sure just how much she had been played.

"See you later Lyen!" Charlie said, then raced off toward the bazaar she'd found him in.

Ly raised her hand as the child darted around a corner and out of sight. Suddenly, she noticed that the object in her pouch was still vibrating furiously. Withdrawing it with hesitation, she realized she had no idea how to turn it off, and the manual was lost in a house of mirrors.
Companions don't like being left Alone

Jacy reached out in her sleep to corral Vas. She pulled back an empty net. She stretched her legs and blinked her eyes to partial wakefulness. Her hand patted the empty bed then swept down. There was no mocha derriere to be found. She reached behind her and felt for him. She smiled at the memories and while she could still feel him back there in a sense, he was not in her bed. Jacy sat up and yawned, aware now of the alarm though it was much subdued as it piped through the shuttle’s systems.

*BEEUP…BEEUP…BEEUP…BEEUP…*

She swung long legs over the side of the bed and massaged her inner thigh, already knowing she’d be sore for days. But she was still smiling at the memories so wouldn’t let it ruin her mood. What she needed was a cold shower, but first that damn alarm had to be dealt with. She got to her feet and nearly tripped over a whip. Picking her way carefully through the field of intimate toys and accessories on the floor, Jacy sat down at the shuttle’s main array of consoles, goose pimples all over her body from the cold seat on her naked body.

*BEEUP…BEEUP…BEEUP…BEEUP…*

“This doesn’t look accurate,” Jacy muttered to herself. She brought up information on the situation down in engineering and her eyes widened. “This is bad.”

Jacy grabbed her same red robe from the previous evening and wrapped it around her shoulders as she left her shuttle. Sugarbear might need her help.
Lillith

## Biography

   Lilith is the younger half sister to EWF wrestler Purgatory. She had a similar upbringing to Purgatory although sadly she was stuck living with their abusive alcoholic father. She would constantly fight with their father until she moved out and went to work for WEW and became their Death Match Champion (the title was open to all genders). She forfeited the title and moved down to be closer with her brother Purgatory.

## Statistics

Real Name:- currently unknown

Age: Unknown

Height:- 6 foot tall

Weight:- 200lbs

Birthplace:- Boston, Massachusetts

Entrance Theme:- Texas Hippie Coalition - Turn it up

Signature Moves:- Crucifix Powerbomb, Flapjack, WMD Punch

Finisher moves:- 630 Senton and Samoan Drop

## Match History

13/01/2020 - Lilith vs Anita Cortales - WIN

02/02/2020 - Lilith vs Cheril Blon (#1 contenders match) - WIN

16/02/2020 - Lilith/Purgatory vs Titania Mercy/Joey Landon - Unknown

17/02/2020 - Lilith vs Titania Mercy - Unknown
Curious

*~Ok, this ought to be fun. He originally wanted them repaired and now, the Capt. doesn't want the armed one to have any weapons. In addition, the Twit now gets the other shuttle to use for personal business, this is getting real exciting.~*

After cleaning up the engineering room Thomas went to store some of the extra spare parts in cargo bay passing the kitchen. The resident engineer paused overhearing the Captian and LT. conversing just outside the cargo ramp. He snuck closer to listen in better to the conversation and heard it conclude with the Keller walking off and Riley, walking off in another.

"Riley, just a few questions." Thomas walking speedily after Riley. Most of the crew was out an about so the pair had plenty of privacy to talk freely.

"Has Captain given any thought as to how the crew will treat Henry? Yes, he is a paying customer but, there may be resentment from a few of them. Also, he said doesn't want any weapons active on Shuttle number 1. Now, I'm no expert but, our contracts could take us to dangerous areas and without some way to defend ourselves, we could get into some major trouble especially if Reavers show up. I know who really runs the ship and I would like your opinion.”

Thomas paused a moment and added, “Also, I know stragglers are unwelcome on this ship. Gill seems to have taken over as a Deckhand and that leaves Haddie as an unpaying passenger. Out of my pay, I am going to hire her as an assistant. She can help me clean the engine room; organize and inventory parts. I will teach her the basics of logging system readings. That will first, keep the brother and sister together and second, free me up to repair and upgrade all our systems,” Thomas stated waiting for Riley’s thoughts on the matter.
Child

As hell continued to break loose, Dillon couldn't help but suddenly feel very concerned for the safety of the very small child caught smack in the middle of it.

With the possibility of harm coming to the small girl, Dillon somehow managed to shimy through the crowded galley to swoop in and out of the action to carefully pull the girl out of harms way and crutch or arms reach in a matter of seconds.

She struggled against his grip trying to jab at him with the bloodied screwdriver, but he got a hold of her tiny hand and otherwise kept his grip on her loose to aid in the point that he meant no harm. He didn't try to take her weapon, only stop her from using it. "Hey, hey..." he said gently. "Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you..."
None of Your Beefwax

None of Your Beefwax is the Third episode of the first season. It aired on April 16th, 2018.

## Summary

Brent and the citizens of Dog River are annoyed when Lacey tries to make them eat local, but soon they have no choice when the town's deliveries are mysteriously tardy. Davis tries to train "guard bees" while Wanda sells homemade candles.
Casual Sneaks

Gill observed Vas lifting items and making his way through the crowd to where they would sit. The key he thought was to be casual, to take like you had an absolute right to it and move with purpose. Vas did not sneak, he owned his space and his actions and Gill made a mental note to do likewise.

Haddie on the other hand did things her own way. By the time they were all seated ready for the show her satchel was holding several rather expensive items lifted from the affluent crowd and she was tucking into a piping hot basket of roasted nuts she had lifted from a food trolley. She offered one to Dillon.
Are you gonna go my way?

Serena pushed on one of the drog crates, giving a sidelong, thankful glance to Gil who stopped to help her out. Though he was younger, judging from his boyish features, he was still taller and a bit more wiry, making the job easier. With a little -- okay, a lot of help from the Captain and the crew chief, all the drogs were loaded onto the flying mule for transport.

“Thanks.” Serena told Gil with a brief smile of gratitude.

“Can’t say I’m gonna miss them.” A familiar voice said as he stepped into the Cargo Bay. “The drogs, that is. Shedding and such. Where are you headed with them, Captain?”

“Got a buyer lined up.” He said matter of fact.

“Oh? How far out?” Leo pressed. “I was hoping to possibly catch a ride.”

“No can do.” Vas said checking the straps. “You ain’t crew and this a JOB. You need a ride you can a walk or wait till we get back. Sides we’re full up. Need the hands to come along to unload.” He said matter of fact.

Serena climbed aboard to both secure a spot and to not be close to Leo as she pretended she was checking a strap as well.

“Captain?” Leo pressed. “Perhaps a few credits to pay for transport? I’ll hardly take any room.”

The captain rubbed the back of his neck, mulling it over.

“Detour, means more gas, means more weight means we’ll be late.” Vas pointed out not telling the Captain yes or no but rather laying out the consequences. It WAS after all his call. “Did not mean to make that rhyme …” He muttered.

“Hmm, understandable,” Leo replied, moving his foot from the flying mule. “Perhaps then you could spare a deck-hand for the -- “ He waved his fingers towards the quad.

“Already said I need my deckhand to unload.” Vas reminded.

“I’ve got it.” The Lieutenant said as she stepped into the cargo bay. "You want to head to town, I'll take you. You ride in the back and if you open your mouth I leave you wherever we happen to be. Other than that, 10 credits for the ride there, 10 if you want a ride back. In advance and non-refundable, and we leave in one hour.”

“Ah.” Leo said unwavering. He supposed the drogs would keep the crew chief busy as it were. “Perfect. I accept your ter--” Riley held up a hand to stop him.

“We’ve established no talking,” she sniped.

Vas kept a straight face. He hoped she throat punch his sleazy ass and that this would be the last he had to deal with Leo. “Okay guys, Drogs secure … everyone load up.” Vas said shooing along his Deckhands. Vas help lifted Shanky up. Even she had to pull her weight and she was great at keeping an eye on things and keeping the drog calm.

ALL his Deckahands worked. No excuses.

Vas hopped up in the driver’s seat kicking the engine over. “Be back soon Lieutenant.”

The lieutenant nodded in response as the Mule carrying the Captain and her crew left the hull.
Clue - The Firefly edition pt3

Devron seemed clean. He made the Captain think twice about drinking the whiskey he poured with his talk of *Thanks but, no thanks. I don't drink when on duty or when we are in flight. I need to keep my wits about me and not clouded by Alcohol.*The captain stared at the glass and then decided Captaining is different than mechanicing. He could do both, and by now, one shot of whiskey wasn't gonna cloud nothing.

Thomas was right about the medic, someone could be after those that took from the ship she was on, though with her mouth full up with peanut butter, she either wasn't talking much, or was formulating an answer. *Eat up,* the captain thought, dryly. *Pretty soon, everyone will be drinking liquid protein for sustenance.*He made a note to holler at Riley for not making sure the ship was properly stocked.

"What about you, Rooster?" He asked, seeing the boy root around the cupboards looking for something. The kid didn't turn around. The Captain rolled his eyes. *Let's go brain. We know this one. Riley's said it a few times now.*He snapped his fingers, because everyone knows that helps with remembering, "Vas."*See? Snapping works.* The boy turned around. "I was telling Devron and the Doc that we seemed to pick ourselves up a tail. Might be the men looking to tar an' feather you we just left on Persephone, but this is a long way out just to unbruise an ego. You know any reason that someone would be interested in this ship?" As he spoke, the big man Riley picked up *Seriously, it's like she attracts bad news* walked by carrying a large crate. "You! Crazy Ivan!" The captain called out.

"Crazy Ivan?" Riley called down from the bridge, returning to it after taking a short relief break.

"No! For Rut's sake, no Crazy Ivan. I was talking to...."

"Dimitri." Riley called,

"Why ain't you flying my ship, watching that ship tailing us?"

"Pilot's gotta pee, Sir. Ship is still there. I thought you were going to be subtle about it?"

"I'm my own kinda subtle, just go fly my Goram ship."

"Aye Sir." Riley returned to the bridge

"Dimitri!" The Captain called out. "What's with the box? Set it down and get in here, we got something to talk about. We're being followed, and I think someone on this ship knows why."
A Verse Full

The cake made up for a lot of what had happened. It had arrived as promised by the nice officer though delivered by a cold faced guard. It was just a piece of sheet cake cut from somewhere in the middle, standard galley fare and nothing special but it was sweet and it made Elle feel like she'd done something right for once. Or at least she'd been doing stuff right and someone finally realized it. She was so tired of always being harped on for everything. Elle knew she wasn't smart, never would be and couldn't even pick up her letters that were baby easy like Serena could. But she was a worker and she hadn't gotten anything for that other than being put down and knocked out. It wasn't fair.

With no sense of time in the room, no clue as to how to relate any noises she heard as part of the ship's normal schedule to where the sun'd be in the sky Elle felt like she was drifting. It had been very early, hours before dawn, when they'd been arrested but how long had she spent waiting in that room and now this one? Slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed, she ate her cake and then rolled onto the mattress to sleep.

When they opened the door and collected her again Elle felt like she'd been asleep for weeks and had just closed her eyes all at once. Having never been subjected to the control of time as a psychological tool she was completely vulnerable to it and it showed in her disorientation as she was grouped back with the rest of everyone.

Elle couldn't even remember how she got the new piece of cake, all wrapped in shiny plastic that was smearing the icing. She held it in her lap on the way back to the Veil and went to put it in her room after Vas gave out his instructions. Maybe she could ask Marisol and Lyen if they wanted some of it after dinner. That'd be nice and then tomorrow she could start bak-

Her room wasn't as bad as the cargo hold, certainly not as bad as the infirmary. They'd cut some of her hammock up, easy repairs given it was patchwork anyway. Her one spare set of clothes had been pulled down and walked on, again no loss there. Even her earnings were still there, though scattered across the floor and deemed to be so paltry as to not be worth stealing.

But her bowl, her sourdough starter -

They lay mixed together, smashed up and smashed together on the ground, dirt and oil from the ship's decks ground into it. It was ruined, destroyed, the one thing that Elle had reached for and wanted to do to feel good and a little bit smart and special. A way for her to make the crew and passengers like her and give her a smile or a thank you and it was taken away from her. For what? She hadn't done anything wrong!

Except she had. She'd reached past her place and gotten reminded that there was a Verse of dumb, plain faced girls like her who didn't matter to no one.

Elle sat the cake down in her room and went to do as Vas had said. There were hours more work to be done before she'd be allowed to rest. Rolling her shoulders to get ready for it she fixed her face into the dumb expressionless look she always wore and got to getting to it.
Back Home

After verifying that Riley was safe, Thomas went back to the Cargo bay and grabbed up his equipment he drop in a hurry. He walked over to his locker and sat on a crate. He spent the next 30 minutes fully inspecting and testing all components to ensure no damage and that it would be ready for the next walk. He stowed everything neatly, closed the locker and left for his quarters.

He entered his quarters, stripped down and took a hot shower. He then got dressed and made his way to the engine room. Since he had already cleaned most of the place up, he concentrated on basic service maintenance of the engines. He checked and double checked his guages and manual guage tests. After almost 2 hours, he was confident all was running well and realized he was quite hungry.

Thomas left for the galley and upon entering saw a little girl cleaning up.

Put you to work in the Galley I see, well, get me something to eat and drink please. *No sense in being rude, since they are allowed to roam free, the Captain must be ok with it.*
Angel in the Medbay

Aello was like a gorram angel right now! Blankets! Food! Water and some pain pills! It was heaven at moment. “Aello … yea I remember you.” He croaked taking the water and pain meds with a grateful nod. He sighed clumsily wrapping himself in the blanket and fumbled to open the protein bar. “Well could be worse … could be dead.” Yea right now he was a glass half full giving what had just gone down. ”Thanks. Really. So Persephone huh?” Could be worse. ”The heck happened to that one?” He gestured to his nose nodding to Jacy.
A simple queston

It felt like a fresh start. For the first time in a long time Gill felt a small amount of hope for the future. He was throwing himself into his work and enjoying it. Vas was taking him under wing, the Doc was looking out for he and his sister. The nun was being very kind and well even Riley was...Well... She still scared the shit out of him.

“*Master Gill, I was hoping to speak with your young sister and inquire as to her health*."

Gill jumped out of his skin at the sudden interuption to his thoughts. Jacy stood over him chattering away and asking after Haddies health. He mumbled something incoherent indicating that she was on the mend. He was somewhat mesmerized by the woman.

“That’s very good news indeed..." She said brightly as she continued to make small talk. He followed her, lost in he sound of her voice, she was so confident and... She turned and winked at him. What had she said? He blushed and tried frantically to think of something to say, but before he got there she looked up in surprise.

“Oh well look at that, the shuttle. Since we’re here, would you mind giving me a hand moving my trunks?"

"Erm yes sure." He said wondering how they had gotten here. He followed her in and now she was asking about the mechanic. He couldn't keep up. He wondered how Vas managed it and it dawned on him that maybe he didn't he would have to ask.

"Is he a nice man, do you think Gill?"

"Who? What er yes." He managed but she had already moved on. He stood there nodding and shaking his head and wondering what Devron would say if he decided to "defend the honour" of Jacy. He would probably throw something at him and kick him out of engineering.

"Lift with your legs, Gil, yes that’s good.” he blinked and folowed her orders as she talked on. Upon mentioning that he and Haddie had been in here he blushed anew. No he would definatley not be asking Vas about what he had seen in there, he knew enough to know he did not want to know anything more.

He soon found himself dragging what felt like a tonne of luggage accross the length of the ship. Partially mesmerised by the sway of Jacys hips and mostly confused by the constant flow of chatter.

All the time a question was buzzing in his mind, building up and bothering him. It was none of his business but still.. He wanted to know. Dropping down the cases he gave her a level stare and asked,

"Jacy do you love Vas?"

Suddenly the chatter stopped, and Jacy was silent.
Cheer up, you're at the beach! - (Day 1 Afternoon)

As foot followed foot to the beach, Lyen's outstretched hand shielded her eyes from the shining sun. Up ahead she could hear Gill and Haddie playing, Gill's infectious laughter echoing up the path just around the bend. It was warm, a cool breeze teasing the edge of her robe.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat she'd borrowed from the passenger lost-and-found, the nun was dressed in her bright orange kasaya robe and sandals, with a blanket rolled under her arm. Her long braided hair swished as she picked along the road to the beach, and the others.

Overhead, a palm erupted in chattering as vividly green parrots embarked one at a time into the blue sky only to pause in mid-air as a whole flock, and return to a neighboring tree. Such beautiful creatures, the nun mused, so seemingly happy to carry out their purpose. A darkness crossed her features as she blinked away the memories, the heavy grief, which had weighed on her before Pelorum. She bit her lip before raising her gaze to the unfurling view of the sandy sound.

There, Gill, Haddie, Mr. Mok, and Bolak, who wore the brightest sleeveless, button-down shirt, amass with brightly colored patterns she'd ever seen, stood seaside. Mr. Mok appeared to be sprawled out on a towel, while Bolak and Haddie busied themselves knee-deep in the sand. Gill stood apart in a smart looking wet suit, a board held high as he stepped into the waves.

Lyen stooped to remove her sandals one at a time before approaching. The heated sand crunched beneath her bare feet, warming her to her soul as she watched the one-eyed girl in her darling pink swim suit. It was all she could to do keep from trotting over in unnunly fashion to the pair preoccupied with scooping and moving the sand. Instead, Ly unfurled her blanket beside Mr. Mok, a gentle smile her greeting to the man.

Raising a hand to her brow, she focused on the form of Gill against the wavy water. He looked so tall, standing there with his board, so much older than he was--yet so small against the enormous ocean which stretched out before him. He'd grown so much, they both had. Ever present in them was that buoyant spirit which was youth; seeking the next great thrill, unphased were they in spite of the wide world which could so easily engulf them.

Still, Lyen felt a clawing pang in the back of her throat while looking at the beautiful young woman before her, crouched in the sand. The last and only sound she'd heard from those lips was heard in the company of Marisol. The Marisol who'd left. The Marisol with whom she was finally ready to dive into the deep.

Now, her eyes saw only the dark blue abyss before them, with no telling what lay beneath the foreboding surface.
Back in the Verse

Gill had been floating in and out of consciousness for the last few hours. Haddie would not leave his side and sat next to his medical bunk holding his hand.

He opened his eyes and blinked at the bright light in the room. Turning his head he gave his sister a warm smile and squeezed her hand. She returned a wide grin and then with a nod of her head she darted out of the room.

Gill shook his head and laughed quietly. Now she knew he was on the mend she would be free to continue her favourite hobby. Trying to swipe every object in the verse that wasn't pinned down to keep in that damn bag of hers. He just hoped that the crew didn't take too much of a dim view of a little friendly thieving.

Looking around Gill saw the doctor, a blonde woman, talking to a few other adults. It appeared that the crew had grown somewhat since he was last on board.

"Can I get me some water please?" He asked.