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The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Eppy - 03-27-2008
Benjamin had placed aside the Ships for Sale adds and moved on to the economic news. It looked like Gate and Lane parts were up again...he might have to speak to Sherry up at the Ageira office about some expedient hauling, if she had some critical components that needed delivering up to the Taus or some such, and the war between Kusari and Bretonia had slowed down again, so that opened that up as a potential shipping corridor as well. Oh, and he should drop down to Gran Canaria and pick up some of that super-weed they kept down there...just to entertain guests on the Red Royal. They'd tried piping Synth into the air ducts and sale went up sixteen percent. It was decided Cardamine was a bit too harsh and addictive for an air additive, but Benjamin was always ready to try new things...
He hefted the mug to his lips and found nothing there. That had gone faster than he'd thought...he tapped the glass. "Sophie, love, would you mind filling this up for me again? It's been a while since I've had decent alcohol.
"Right away, Mister Eppstein." She grasped his mug and slid around the end of the bar into the back room. That rosy glow on his cheeks was not looking good...she deftly went over to the utility sink and filled it halfways with distilled water before proceeding over to the liquer cabinets. After one mug of that ale he'd probably not notice a difference, that stuff was so strong...
"Ah, thank you, Sophie." He looked slightly to the left of her, eyes slightly glazed over. Luckily he wasn't a loud drunk...
Eppstein put down the economics section and picked the Ship for Sale adds up again. Oh, god, NOT a Heavy Tanker... He went back to staring at the Borderworlds Transport and the Behemoth. Their edges were starting to blur...that may have been a sign that he was looking too long, but he really ought to make this decision soon. He already had a good hundred million set aside for the venture, best to act soon before ship prices skyrocketed again...
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - McNeo - 04-17-2008
Where was that damn pla.... oh here it is!
James Watson strolled through the front of the Inn. It was clean as ever... well, as clean as it could be, considering the paperwork involved with the housekeeping of the faction.
On a stool by the counter sat a man wearing the typical IND shirt. He had a mug of what looked like an alcoholic beverage in his left hand, right hand resting over some papers. The man took a swig from his mug, and as James approached, he started to lose his balance slightly.
Whoa there cowboy, that stuff's strong. Best not down it too fast eh? Bad things could happen, like you conking out on the floor for one...
S'cuse me, where're my manners. Me name's James Watson, pleased to meet you sir! And you're name is?
The man turned his head, and with bleary eyes, started his response. He was a bit too tipsy for James' liking, so he steadied him and interrupted the response.
Hey, don't worry about it. I can tell by the name badge. Mr Eppstein, nice to meet ye mate...
Oh, I see you're looking at buyin' yourself a trading vessel then? All I can say is that I do have an Advance Train myself, easily takes care of single opportunist fighter pilots looking for a quick buck. Also, the Tanker's okay, I guess, but its a bit too large and cumbersome. However, if I were you, I'd be lookin' at a Whale. Them things might not have much in the way of armour or armament, but they're small, and great value for money.
Them three are the only three choices you really got, unless you want a container transport. I owned one of them for a time, it was golden to chew up gunboats solo in one. Really, can't beat that one for protection. Bit large though eh? Not too good for the old asteroid fields, if you get me drift.
And, mind if I join you for a drink? I need one after eating all that Hessian Pinkberry Jam. It was so delicious... come to think about it, I need to speak to Jay about that, we might've caught on to a winner if all the Hessian Tear jam is as delicious as those two jars I bought...
James took a seat next to Mr Eppstein and began reminiscing about the great taste of the two jars of jam that he had bought from the Hessian Tears in Sigma 13.
Mmmmmmm. James licked his lips at the mere thought of it.
Sophie started to look at James in a confused way, baffled by his odd expressions as he remembered the taste of the jam.
Oh sorry Soph, don't mind me...
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Unseelie - 05-07-2008
' Wrote:Fellow & Hoodlum. Chartered ModeratorsA thin, manilla envelope leaned on the wall at the edge of the bar, quietly waiting through the day. Inside was a single credit chit, of exorbiant value, and a small card, printed in rotating font:
Current audit completed. Please leave the usual fee with Sophie in the Ship Inn on Newark Station in a plain
brown envelope. Thank you for your time.
New audit required, files IDed: p2, p3, p5, p6, p7, p8, p9, p10, p11, p13, p16, p20, p21, p22, p23, p24, p26, p27, p28, p31, p32, p33, p34, p35, p36, p37, p39, p40, p46, p50, p52, and p53, as well as p61, p64, p65 p66 p67, p68, p69 and p70 have become liabilities and need to be removed....
Arranmore Headhunter's Office, Otherworld Exports Firm, BoWEx.
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - DBoy1612 - 06-12-2008
Derek walked in to Sophie's bar with yet another girl around his waist, he took a step in and look around for the VIP bar to be almost completely empty, other then of course Sophie at the table waiting for a customer. Derek sent the girl to find herself a seat while he went over to speak with Sophie.
"EH! Soph, what the hell happened here? Where's everyone?"
"Probably working unlike yourself! How long has it been since you even set foot within that Transport of yours?"
"I don't know, six months maybe? It doesn't matter! My Claw is perfectly fine with me, and I have quite enough money to handle myself for awhile"
"Ha! Not with the way you spend it! How much was that broad over there?"
'What!? I don't pay for them! They're all over me the second I walk in to the room!"
Sophie raised her eye brow and started to smile!
"Ok ok, so a couple thousand. But c'mon! Look at her!"
"Ya, I am, can't wait to see how bored she gets later on..."
"What do you mean how bored she'll get? We've been pa... Oh... HEY!"
Sophie started to laugh outloud on how long it took Derek to catch on to her joke.
"Oh you think you're funny, eh?"
"I do! Bet ya couldn't last without that girl of yours tonight either."
"Wanna bet! I think I could!"
"Prove it!"
Derek started to go red in the face with anger and then yelled over to the blonde in the corner.
"HEY! CHRISTY! You're fired!"
The girl look startled at Derek's reaction and left without saying a word. Derek sat at the bar stool and looked up at Sophie, only now just noticing what he did.
"How do you always managed to get me to fall for that?"
"Magic."
"Pfft, like if I'm going to believe that. Best give me a drink, doesn't seem like I have anything better to do tonight."
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Eppy - 06-12-2008
Benjamin strode into the back of Ship Inn, tipping his hat to the pretty waitress as he entered the VIP bar, a considerably less smoke-filled and brighter atmosphere than that of the mud-hole out front. His crew were all on Manhattan visiting family or looking for prostitutes, but the only relatives he had in Liberty were the Whitakers in California, and like most of his relatives he didn't get on with them too well, so The Ship Inn it was for a pint of Maltese Ale he'd get as soon as Sophie was done wailing Derek twelve stools up (he smiled and raised his cane as he passed, popping the large bone buttons on his greatcoat as he went by) and to read a good old fashioned paper paper. Flipping to the Law and Order section, he was a bit disconcerted; the headline read:
"Boys, 13, Borrow Father's Neural Net Card and Spend 30K on Neural Gaming with Prostitutes"
He read on with wide eyes as Sophie sidled over. "What'll it be, Mister-" he held up a hand for silence as he finished, at which point he started chuckling loudly and held up the paper. Sophie's eyes went wide as she saw the headlines and buried her face in her arm, giggling silently as she went into the back room to get the ale she already knew he wanted.
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - onca - 06-14-2008
Pete wanders into the VIP bar, wiping the remains of a packet of crisps on his flight suit. Benjamin is there, and he and Sophie are giggling at something in the newspaper. Pete know better than to ask what. Derek is there also, sitting on his own and looking a bit sullen.
"Hey-yoop everyone! How's tricks?"
"Well well, Mr.P!" says Sophie happily. "Long time no see. What'll it be then?"
"The usual if you please, my dear."
"Right. I see you've wasted no time in stowing some cargo in your midriff, after all that weight you lost."
"Well I was wasting away. And we, that is the crew and I, we had a bit of a windfall, although it wasn't without some trepidation I tell you. Running H-fuel from Kusari to Rhineland. Of course if the Brets ever find out about it, I might as well paint a big bull's-eye on my ship."
Sophie has poured Pete a tall ale and put the fryer on. She then notices the monitor above the bar has static on the screen, and she starts smacking it with annoyance.
"What's up?" asks Pete.
"Ah, monitor's on the fritz again. Those maintenance idiots already fixed it twice, so they reckon. I think I'm gonna have to buy a new one."
"Nah don't do that." Pete gets up and sticks his head back into the general bar area. "Oi, Junji! Bring yourself in here."
A gopher-faced little Kusari fellow hops in. "Hey, Misser Pete! Wassup?"
"See that monitor over there? Reckon you can fix it?"
"Hey what? You want me to fix?" Junji goes over to the monitor and points at it. "This is it? You want me to fix this one?"
"Yes, that one, that one right there."
Junji smiles a big grin, hops back over to Pete and claps him on the back. "Hey, no worry mate! I fix it good, ok?"
He then skips behind the bar and proceeds to pull all manner of tools, screwdrivers and components from various pockets and places in his overalls, plonking them on the bar next to a bewildered Sophie. She looks quizzically at Pete, who returns her a wink and thumbs up.
While Junji begins work she speaks to Pete. "Say, where's that sweet little crew member of yours? What's her name?"
"Who, Fran? She's out in the main bar area, I expect, washing the grease off with Dublin Stout."
Sophie shoots Pete an evil glance, and he looks shame faced. Meanwhile over in the corner, Derek's ears prick up.
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - DBoy1612 - 06-14-2008
Derek's head perked up when he heard the words of a girl right outside in the main bar. 'Sweet and little' they called her, probably innocent as well knowing Pete keeping her working on that transport of his.
"What... What was her name again, Soph?"
"Fran. Derek you better not..."
Sophie's face fell in to her palms as she looked at the huge grin on Derek's face.
"Sweet, little, cleaning herself? Seems I got myself a little 'teaching' to do then."
Derek paid his tab, fixed his hair, and sprayed a bit of colon on his shirt and ran off out of the VIP bar before anyone else could say a word, still with the grin on his face.
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Zapp - 09-08-2008
An Outcast wearing regular clothes enters the bar incognito, walking up to behind the counter. It had been tricky getting on the station, but the IND had gotten IC to turn a blind eye just this once. He deposited the brown envelope behind the counter and beat a hasty retreat.
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Fellow Hoodlum - 09-08-2008
Sophie picked up the envelope ...
"Damn auditors, and their cash jobs. I must have a word with Jay about using this place as a dead drop
when he isn't here, scares the locals all these odd looking characters swanning in and out."
She slid the offending object under the till ...
"Excuse me young man, staying for a beer?"
The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Oita - Zapp - 09-09-2008
The Outcast, in the middle of making a discreet exit, decided to stay a spell. He had flown all the way out here, he might as well enjoy himself. He sidled up to the bar and decided to take a beer, putting it on Jay's tab (as he had been told too, if he indeed stayed).
Sophie rolled her eyes and put a mug on the counter, a look in her eye looking like she wanted to strike up a conversation.