The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Honshu

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Pete my old mate, would that coffee be a tallie or just a middie to be kicking of with ... And yes there is a touch of the old mull in this blend, don't bandy that about though. Keep it for my best boys.
Seems everyone has been on a walkabout recently, Jay hasn't returned from his trip to Pop's plantation, and the news from Omega 49 has been a little sketchy, reports of that abominable Dr Artifice being in the area have
been the most I can glean. Hope everyone is ok.
You know that man, always up to his neck in something or the other ...
I just have to fire the grill up, so make yourself comfortable ... Ketchup or brown sauce on that ?"

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[Malaclypse 666]

"Pops" Waverly walked into the bar, glancing around at the empty tables. "Sophie! What in Goddess' name is going on here. Just because Jay and a few others are on extended hiatus, everyone else is avoiding you and this fine establishment like the plague?"

"Don't worry, Pops. Our IND lads are still on the job." said Sophie (the 1st.) "They're just keeping a low profile due to all the political machinations and unrest lately. They sneak in occassionaly for a drink and a friendly ear. I'm not worried."

"Very well, Soph. I'm mollified. Could you worry yourself a little about the perfect Sapphire and Tonic then; and as to whether there still may be some of my Canaria Cheroots in the back room?"

"You got it, Reggie. And how is my namesake Sophie Noire doing with the new Tea Room on Roppongi? Eris! I'll never forget when you first acquired her, downloaded my thought patterns, and left her alone for a few minutes. She ran off shopping to New London in the Daddy Warbucks! I almost split my sides laughing!"

"Harrumph! I was not laughing. However, my F-unit proved to be an invaluable asset to 1st Flax and me later, before the "Liberation" edict came down from Episkoposville. You can still be proud of "Sophie Deux". The Tea Room will be ready for grand opening as promised this weekend. If you can get time off from this tomb, drop up to renew acquaintances!"

"If that bugger Jay gets off that fishing trip in time, I'll definitely ask him, Reggie. And how goes it with you? You've been guilty of an extended absence from the Inn as well!"

"Mea culpa." Said Pops. But the reason I came by was partly to notify our CEO that I took him up on the invitation he made during our recent "kidnapping". My C-Trans is once again registered with IND and Interspace. Tagged and bagged. Unless Ship's Registry screws up the name, or manages to make me an Outcast Guard again, you'll soon see the [IND]Oro_de_Veranda plying the lanes as a proud IND member."

"Delightful!", squealed Sophie. "But I do have some bad news as well: I believe Cabover Pete smoked your last Cheroot a few days ago..."

"Bugger. Well, Cheers to you, the Inn, and IND anyway!"

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

Hi ya'll, seems we've a little quiet round here for a while. So lets get back to normal ... And rock the house.
Borrowed Johnnies fighter to get over to this place and make sure everyone is still alive ... I may have to keep
it, been a while since I flew the small ones.
"So Sophie, everything ok still, lets get a party set up to let those epsilons have a drink on the house as usual,
but water the alcohol just a bit, seems we may needing them again soon."
Keep it clean and civilised, and seems I may have upset one of the girls ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[caylith]

Cay landed her mammoth train on Newark. The trip from Kusari was long enough to have gotten her worked up even more so then when she had written the short note to the pig nosed billy goat of a boss.
Running luxury goods back to Manhattan was the only thing that calmed Cay down. That or hauling diamonds.

Parked in the bay was Jay's newly acquired Raven. She swung the nose of her transport into the docking bay clipping one of the Raven's wings in the process. "Ooops," she said happily.

Cay stormed into the bar, looked around quickly for Jay. She found him smirking at her over the rim of his drink. She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and said simply, "Your insurance is gonna go up again."

Obviously he wasn't expecting that as the first thing out of her mouth.

He dropped his glass.

[Malaclypse 666]

Pops quietly stood up from the bar, winked at Sophie, placed his humidor in his vest pocket and turned.

"Well, folks, I believe I'll go visit the Perfect Blossom on Roppongi. At least Mama Dis doesn't have any fingers to be scratching eyes out with..."

He glanced briefly at the speechless Jay, afforded Caylith another sly wink, and sauntered slowly towards the door.

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

Jays face dropped, then a sly smile appeared.
"Whats the problem women, bashed Johnnie's Ravenclaw ... Hes going to be well pissed with you.
Oh, and I forget to tell you, seems your no claims bonus is out of the window now. You are paying the first five
mil of each claim, out of your own pocket. And our broker has threatened to remove your cover ... AGAIN.
Blonde is not your colour, but seems to be whats between ears ... Lord knows how we make a profit.
So shut your whinging girl, and have a drink, before I change me mind."
"Set em up Sophie, and where do you think you are going Pops ?"

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

[Malaclypse 666]

"Where am I going?" replied Pops. "That's a bloody good question, Jay. But, I have been having these strange dreams about Cashmere, and something called "sagebrush". Stinky stuff, from what I could recall of the dreams, and good for purifying things.

"Ah, well, the Dockmaster has debited me for another day at Newark. Sophie! Next round's on me, if it doesn't involve some form of pugilism." Pops took his seat again at the bar, warily eyeing the two individuals discussing insurance matters.

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[DBoy1612]

Derek lands on Newark station and notices a spidge of black paint on a Large Train. He continues walking and notices a damaged Raven Claw. He continues to walk in to the bar.

"Oyi! Owner of the black Raven Claw, your ships been nicked."
"Ya that was damn right her over there, says Jay as he waves his finger at Cay"

The 2 pilots continue to argue, so Derek goes and takes a seat next to Pops and they begin a conversation on the recent stock changes in Honshu.

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Retired Admin
What Dustin now spends his free time doing... Don't hurt me... Though EVEMail me if you play. ^_^

[Nightfall]

Late and last as usual, the man in the worn-out LSF uniform representing the pride and joy of Liberty that once was and a gray goatee that makes him look like a Liberty version of Lord Hakkera, the Epsilons' leader sets foot on the oily platform and starts walking to the only logical destination for him - the Bar!

Boon notices the two arguing over something as pointless as usual, he walks up behind Sophie, completely ignoring her and takes a bottle of rum and two glasses. He silently pours some rum in them, takes both glasses and walks back between the two arguing pilots. Just standing there with the glasses in hands for a moment looking at the two engaged in a fiery exchange of complements to each other, a trace of a smile lights up his face and he empties each of the glasses in Jay and Cay's faces simultaneously laughing like a lunatic...

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[onca]

"Where's the fire?" yells Pete from a corner, mouth full of bacon butty. "Geez anyone would think Jay's demanded a pound of flesh." Pete looks down at his grease-spattered paunch, thinking that may not be such a bad thing.

"10% aint so bad. I don't understand what all the fuss is about! What're you gonna do with all that money anyway? Me, gimme the occasional fresh pair of reginalds and an upside-down constellation to navigate by, and I'm a happy chappy--"

Pete cuts off abruptly as Cay shoots him a stare that could freeze the Barrier over. Pete decides his mouth would be better served wrapped round his bacon butty....