Escape Trajectory: Makkuro — IC

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas kind of shook his head. "I'm good to wrap up here. I also have a few things I want to get done before the end of the day." He says, putting the spike thrower back in it's case.

[Fialova]

"I'm good to go if Hikaru is," Tess responds, turning to her friend. "We've still got shopping to do," she continues with a wide grin, eager to find new clothes for themselves and the rest of the crew. Black latex and cat ears, here we come, she thinks, before chuckling slightly to herself.

[Scratcherclaw]

Hikaru smirks as Tess's comment, unable to help himself. "I don't know, I used to see quite a lot of sword waving in the shower rooms back at the label's dorms," he says matter-of-factly, barely containing himself before letting out a few stifled chuckles.

He sets down the rifle and takes a deep breath, stepping away from the range. "Yeah, let's get out of here. We can shoot guns all we want, but if we look ugly doing it, then what's the point?" He gestures for Tess to lead the way, eager to finally unwind in a more familiar way. Nothing blows off steam like spending half your stipend on clothes you'll only wear once because you've gotta keep up appearances...

[Namelessjake]

After an hour of practice, you wrap things up at the gun range, paying for the borrowed ammunition and taking Creed's new weapon back to the Makkuro.

You split up with Tess and Hikaru planning to find somewhere to purchase clothing for the crew and Cass and Creed looking for a buyer for the Alldisian whiskey in the ship's cargo hold.

Tess and Hikaru

You first need to find some where appropriate to purchase the goods you need. One of you can make a Trade/Int check to look through the station directory for such a place. Alternatively you can instead make a Trade or Connect/Cha check to ask around, however this will take more time.

Cass and Creed

You first need to find some where appropriate to sell the goods you need. One of you can make a Trade/Int check to look through the station directory for such a place. Alternatively you can instead make a Trade or Connect/Cha check to ask around, however this will take more time.

Mechanics

Tess -70 Credits
Creed -50 Credits
Hikaru -20 Credits

[Fialova]

Tess pulls up the information for the station on her compad and begins quickly browsing through, looking for any places that would be capable of making custom uniforms to their specifications.

Mechanics

Spend 20 credits on rented range time
Spend 50 credits on rented ammunition

Trade/INT [2d6+1]=10+1=11

[ratwizard]

"Alright, beratna, let's find somebody to pawn this booze off on. Here's hoping the station's a liquor desert." He pulls up the directory of businesses around Asteria, thumbing through his compad for leads.

Mechanics

Trade/Int: [2d6+1]=12+1=13

[Scratcherclaw]

Seeing Tess pull out her compad in search of a suitable vendor, Hikaru smirks. "Make sure they have only the highest quality cat ears, yeah? Can't be looking like some secondhand feline." He lets out a chuckle, thinking of them charging into battle, furry ears atop each of their heads.

[Namelessjake]

Tess and Hikaru

Searching the station directory, Tess comes across a retailer on the lower commerce level named Elecom Workwear, who look like they should be able to provide what you need. They seem to cater to the other ship crews that call the station home, offering a variety of customised jumpsuits, vacc suits, and other apparel.

Cass and Creed

Cass searches the station directory and soon comes across a promising lead. A self-styled gentlemen's club on the upper commerce level. Its clientele appear to be mainly middle level Asteria management and ships' officers and captains of the larger vessels that pass through the station. There is even a recent review lamenting a lack of variety in their drinks since the dockyard strikes started.

[Fialova]

"Yes, only the best," Tess says with a grin, as she finds what seems to be the place. "Here," she says, showing the info to her friend. "Elecom Workwear, on one of the lower levels," she says, before taking her phone back and placing it in her bag again. "Looks like that's where we need to go. I hope they have a sense for style, not just functionality."

[ratwizard]

As Cass stumbles upon a lead, he mirrors it to Creed's compad. "Check this out. The Closest Moon." He grins, looking over at the pilot. "You, um, you ever been to a strip club?"

[Scratcherclaw]

Hikaru grimaces as Tess pulls up the retailer's listing, the name not sparking much excitement within him. "Well, they certainly sound... corporate. Hope they know what they're doing." He gestures forward for Tess to lead, eager to see what Elecom can do.

 

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas wandered with Cass mildly absent mindedly. He seemed to be a little distracted, but pulled himself bacl to reality as Cass began asking him questions. "Oh- a strip club? What's that?" He asked. For a moment it almost seemed like a joke, but Eridas genuinely had very little idea what one of those is.

[ratwizard]

"You serious?" Cass replies, staring intently. Course he is -- we plucked him straight from his momma's nest. Maybe he should have gone with the others. Don't want management getting bad vibes. Still, another body with a gun feels safer.

He sighs, not waiting for an answer. "Take your average station-side bar, right? A real shithole. Burned out officers, the occasional social outcast, you know. Add a heaping of nudity, a side of blue balls, and make the drinks three times as expensive. Get it? They're a dead-end. Siphoning the last bit of cred out of a failing marriage. Or, a total fucking joy. Depends on the company and the drinks." The engineer smiles, now. "And drinks we have."

 

[FinalTemplar]

Creed nodded slowly at the explanation and seemed to make something click in his head. "That... makes sense to me, yeah, I think." A soft blush crossed his face at the thought but it seemed more out of embarrassment that he needed to ask than anything else related to it. "Well, lets hope that they want our ale." He says softly and nods, returning a smile to the engineer and motioning for him to continue.

[ratwizard]

"Good. Then for starters, it's not ale -- it's whisky we're off-loading. C'mon, pilote, you should know the products you're shipping, yeah? Just let me do the talking," Cass says, a playful smile on his face.

Mechanics

Ready to move!

[FinalTemplar]

"Right, wine." He gave a shy laugh as he walked with Cass. "Talk away, shooter, talk away."

mechanics

Time 'ta go!

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

You head out from ship and make the now familiar trip back to the closest set of station elevators. You board them and ride out to the outer commerce and habitation level, feeling the spin gravity strengthen as you travel outwards towards the rock's surface. You make your way through the tunnels following the directions on your compad until you reach the Closest Moon. The entrance is fairly nondescript however the sound of muffled music from within and a large doorman clad in a suit gives away the type of place it is.

The doorman is busy dealing with a group of four men trying to enter. The men are wearing corporate military style uniforms common for officers on large civilian ships. While its only now the afternoon, many ships keep times difference to the station's official time so the club advertises being open all hours. After a few moments the doorman takes payment from the group ahead of you and opens the door to let them in, the music briefly getting louder before fading once more as the door swings shut behind the group.

"Welcome Gentlemen, It's a forty credit cover charge tonight," the doorman says, looking you up and down as you approach. "Each," he adds seeming to notice your appearance is much more casual than the previous group of patrons.

Tess and Hikaru

You head out from ship and make the now familiar trip back to the closest set of station elevators. You board them and ride out to the inner commerce and habitation level, feeling the spin gravity strengthen as you travel outwards towards the rock's surface, although here it is still noticeably weaker than in the Asteria offices on the station's most outward level.

You follow the directions on your compad which lead you back into the warren of tunnels you previously navigated when you came here looking for Max. Some junctions seem familiar however you are quickly disoriented by the next turn or passage being completely alien to you. You soon end up at one of the wider and busier tunnels which seems to serve as a commercial hub. Restaurants and other stores line the tunnel with their tables and wares spilling out onto the main passageway. Navigating the crowd you find the a half burned out neon sign for Elecom Workwear above a small door nestled between two small street food restaurants which look to have indistinguishable menus.

The door leads to a narrow staircase which takes you up above the restaurants before opening up into a larger room which is crammed full of racks of clothing. A short balding man sits behind a counter at one end of the room, working away on a machine printing corporate looking graphics onto a pile of jumpsuits. An electronic bell sounds as you step into the room and the balding man looks up from his work to see you. 

"Let me know if you need help finding anything," he says before returning his gaze to the garment he is working on. 

[ratwizard]

OOC

Cass is taking one of the bottles of whiskey with him.

The engineer watches the four men pay their cover and enter, taking a deep breath as he put himself back in the mindset of slinging chems on the streets of Idarete. Why am I so worried? I'm above board this time. It's just whiskey. As the doorman addresses them, he steps up after a brief glance at Creed to follow.

"Actually, we're not here as patrons," Cass explains politely. "Just landed with a shipment of spirits, and we heard that the station's running dry with the strike on. I was hoping we could meet with management, see if they're interested in making a purchase. You think you get us in touch?"

[Fialova]

Well this place is a dump, Tess thinks, as they walk into the apparent clothing shop. Definitely lives up to its name, though. No glamour. Fine for a jumpsuit, I guess, but we will have to go elsewhere for the accessories. She sighs quietly to herself, before stepping up to the man and, offering a nice smile and a cheerful tone, she says, "hello, we were actually looking to commission some crew uniforms and we heard you were the place on Asteria for that." Next time we are in Strocho we will have to replace these with something proper.

"What are your rates for that? And do you offer any sort of customization?" she asks, curious what all the man has to offer. There are certainly a wide range of pieces here, so maybe their stock will be better than it seems. "We are looking to get about a dozen or so."

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

Hearing Cass' words the doorman looks the two of you up and down once more, before letting out a small sigh and pulling out his compad. "One second," he says, before hitting some icons on it and stepping away. You briefly hear the dialing tone before he moves out of earshot.

The call is brief and the doorman returns to you just a few moments later.

"Head on in, the boss'll meet you," he says, opening the door for you a gesturing for you to make your way inside with a tilt of his head.

Stepping inside you find yourself in a dimly lit corridor, following it the music steadily gets louder until it becomes nearly deafening as the corridor opens up into a large room bathed in neon light. The room is furnished with leather chairs and couches, with dark wooden tables and wooden paneled walls. It's an easy assumption to make that both the leather and the wood are fake. With there being no way to produce either in this star system they would both be expensive luxuries if real.

The chairs and tables are mostly oriented to face a stage which protrudes from the back wall of the room, where a scantily clad performer is currently posed spinning on a large hoop which hangs from the ceiling, as the club's patrons watch on. A similarly scantily clad server walks past you as you enter, carrying a tray full of shots to a table where the group you saw outside are seated, the foursome cheering in celebration as their drinks arrive.

A long bar runs along the left-hand side of the room, above it a large hologram displays the club's name, The Closest Moon, although the two o's in moon are represented by a woman's bare buttocks.

You aren't given long to take in the scenes before you spot a woman walking towards you with purpose in her stride. She appears a little shorter than both of you, but her large heels put her eyeline level with your own. Her hair is a vibrant blue at the roots with transitions to a bubblegum pink at the bottom which sits just past her shoulders. She wears a revealing dress with a plunging neckline, however you can tell that she is neither a performer or one of the wait staff as they are dressed in an even more revealing fashion.

"Are you two the drinks guys?" she asks approaching you. "Virdia Barrick, I'm the owner" she adds offering you a hand.

Tess and Hikaru

Approaching the counter the man puts down his work once more, giving you his full attention. He listens to your needs attentively although you can tell his expression is one of masked boredom.

"We certainly are,"  he says before pausing and quickly performing some calculations on his fingers. "I depends what you need. Most crews just go for T-shirts, jumpsuits and sweaters or hoodies. That'd be 80 credits a piece although for twelve I could give you the last two sets for free," he explains. "Customisation is free, you just let me know the text you want, send me any logos and tell me where," he adds gesturing to the machine he's been working on.

"We've got pants, gloves, boots, tool belts as well if you need them. We do Vacc suits too, painted and logos etc, they're 120 each, no discounts there though," he continues, the upselling script clearly very familiar to him.

Tess

Stepping up to the counter you notice something bright blue and fluffy poking out from beneath a pile of grey work pant stacked up on the counter and pushed to the side. The material and colour both seem very out of place compared to the other clothing on offer in the store.

[Scratcherclaw]

Hikaru feigns a smile as they step into the building, trying to hide his dissatisfaction with everything he's seeing. Is this a store or a storage room? Damn... He eyes the rows of racks, almost feeling claustrophobic. Crossing his arms, he listens to the dull sales pitch, unsurprised by such familiar tactics. He glances at Tess a moment and shrugs. "I'm thinking a few hoodies might be nice next to jumpsuits. Something comfy to lounge in, yeah?"

 

[ratwizard]

She's fine, Cass thinks as the club owner approaches them. I wonder if she's ever danced here herself? He glances at the wait staff and dancers, his gaze never lingering.

"Yeah, that's us," he says to Virdia with a warm smile. His tone tightens, a formality creeping into it that is reminiscent of his Navy days. "Good to meet you. My name's Casimir and this is my business partner Eridas." He shakes her hand. "Quite a club you've got here. How long have you been on the station?"

[Fialova]

"Yeah, I definitely want a hoodie to lounge around in," Tess responds. "An actually comfortable one, though. Do you have different materials and qualities? The ones we have now are way too itchy," she says, shuddering at the thought of the Idarete navy hoodies they've had to endure. As she looks around, spotting the odd fluffy piece of material seemingly tucked away. 

"Something like that looks comfortable, is it something I could feel? And do you have it in different colors?" she asks, pointing the item out to the counter worker as it catches her eye. 

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas followed Cass into the club, shyly not looking up at the bouncer for long as he absolutely felt out of place in this kind of establishment. He willed himself to relax as he let them through, but felt the ever-rising volume of the music pull him out of it again - He liked the calm, he liked the quiet. The noise of battle was something he could drown out, somewhat, but the pure raw pulsing of the music was getting to him. He stayed as close as he could to Cass, not really finding himself distracted by the patrons as he forced himself to look down and away from anything like that.

As he heard the woman's voice he looked up again, admittedly shocked by how pretty she was, as he assumed that the owner would have been male. He quickly nodded in response to Cass addressing him but knew he was currently too shaken to let out a proper sentence.

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

"A pleasure," Virdia replies to Cass, before breaking off the handshake, her fingers subtly brushing against his as she does. Her gaze lingers on his face watching for a reaction.

"Four years next month I think. You two seem new in town? Or at least I haven't seen you in here before," she replies. "Come I'll show you to my office. We can talk business there," she says as the music changes to a new song somehow even louder than the last. She leads you towards a black metal spiral staircase besides the bar and makes her way up it. As you follow her up the stairs her dress bounces up and down, the already short garment threatening to give you a more explicit view of your host, however it never quite does - avoiding it as if it were designed to.

Virdia leads you through a door atop the staircase which opens into a reasonably large office. As the door shuts behind you, the music suddenly fades as the office's soundproofing does its job - although hints of the pumping bassline from the club are still able to penetrate the office. Although one wall of her office a window provides a view of the entire club, you assume it must be a one way window, failing to recall seeing it from below. Virida ignores her desk on the far side of the room, instead taking a seat on one of two couches which surround a low glass coffee table. She gestures for the two of you to take a seat.

"So, what are you trying to sell me?" she asks, crossing her legs and resting he arms along the back of the couch. She looks at the two of you expectantly, waiting for you to speak.

Tess and Hikaru

"I can assure you our clothes are of the highest quality,"  the man replies to Tess. As she points out the out of place fabric, his eyes grow wide and his voice panicked. "Oh! Don't worry about that! That's a um- personal project," he hurries to explain, as he tries to quickly pull the item out of the pile and stow it away behind the desk.

As he does you are both able to catch a better glimpse of it. The fluffy blue item is long and bushy, with a white tipped end - appearing to be a tail of some description.

[ratwizard]

Cass follows the club owner, his eyes drawn to her form as they walk. "First time on the station," he admits, feeling no need to be any more deceitful than necessary.

Once inside her office, he takes a seat on one of the couches opposite her. "Whiskey, from Alldis. Apridonia Island, if you know the label." He begins opening his pack. "Sounds like the strike's been hitting the station hard, running it dry, so we happened to be at the right place at the right time, you know?"

The engineer slides out the bottle that he'd brought along, handing it over to Virdia with a genuine smile. "Here, this one's on me — for taking our meeting on the spot."

[Fialova]

"Wait!" Tess exclaims, as the man seems embarrassed by her discover and quickly tries to hide it. What's there to even be embarrassed about? There are so many furries in Strocho, you'd hardly bat an eye. Maybe Asteria is less accepting of kinks. 

"That is actually kinda perfect for us. Did you make that? Our ship is named after a pet cat, and we were hoping to get customized cat themed outfits. If you're good with ears, tails, and the like, then it seems we've come to the right place," she continues, trying her best to sound as genuine and excited by the discovery as she can. If he is working on this as a personal project, he must be quite the tailor. Ha. Tail-er. How fun. She has to stiffle a chuckle at her dumb mental pun, for fear of offending the already embarrassed man.

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

"So it would seem," the club owner says in reply to Cass.

"You're very generous," Virdia replies to Cass with a smile, leaning forward to take the bottle from him, giving both of you an unavoidable view down her dress in the process.

Taking the bottle she leans back in her seat, holding the bottle up in one hand to examine the label.

"Oh very nice. 3187, that's a good year."

She stands, still holding the bottle of whiskey, and makes the short journey over to a side table where you can see an array of other drinks and glasses are stored. She picks up three glasses and places an ice cube in each of them before uncorking the whiskey.

"Shall we?" she asks, quickly glancing back at the two of you before pouring all three glasses before you have a chance to respond. Deftly cradling two of the glasses in her right hand and holding the other in her left, she makes her way back to the couches and places a glass in front of each of you.

"Now, I am interested if you have more of this, but before we talk business, perhaps a toast?" She says, picking up her glass. "How about you Eridas? The silent partner," she asks with a wink, looking to the pilot. "What should we drink to?"

Tess and Hikaru

The man is taken aback by Tess' sudden enthusiasm, it clearly catching him off guard.

"Um- I did yes,"  the man replies to Tess still clearly a little unsure of where the conversation is leading.

"Oh, yes! I could definitely do that,"  he says, perking up as you make your request, his excitement matching Tess'. "Not officially obviously, but I could do it. What sort of thing are you after? Full suits would take me quite some time." 

[ratwizard]

A mortal challenge for the lizard parts of his brain, Cass sets his jaw and somehow maintains eye contact as he hands the whiskey bottle over. He waits calmly as she pours them each a glass, slight worries setting in. I don't know anything above the bottom-shelf pisswater. I hope she doesn't ask where we sourced it.

He smiles politely, thanking Virdia as he takes the drink. He raises it before him to toast, eyeing the pilot warily. C'mon, beratna, please say something fucking normal this time. Please.

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas gulped slightly as he looked down her dress, and for even a moment began to question himself as he squirmed slightly in his seat. His eyes seemed glued to her as she walked, though once again seems not entranced by her beauty but more trying to untangle his thoughts and emotions on the fly. He's not very good at that.

Eridas jumps slightly as she addresses him, seeing the glass placed in front of him and clicking things together. "Sorry!" He said quickly, his voice cracking slightly in embarrassment. He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I get a little nervous in front of new people." He chuckled and glanced over at Cass, and then back at her. "We can drink to... ahem, prosperity, good fortune, and the hope of future business if we find more like this in the future." He says with a smile, raising his glass and once more looking over at Cass, almost definitely looking for some kind of approval.

[Scratcherclaw]

Hikaru eyes the fluffy fabric, biting his lip to conceal a smirk, not having expected the balding man to have such discerning interests. Color me surprised. Used to see a lot of these types at conventions, but I always assumed they were young guys... He crosses his arms, studying the tailor for a moment with great curiosity. I guess looks can be deceiving, especially when you're wearing a giant cartoon wolf head.

He lets out a small sigh, trying to bring himself more to the task at hand. "At the very least, ears, yeah. Something that's still functional in our line of work, but fits the theme." As cute as tails would be, that might be a workplace hazard... But maybe worth the risk? He pauses for a moment, considering the man's question further. "I think we were thinking something more along the line of like... catboys and catgirls than full, uh... anthropomorphic suits." He glances to Tess for a moment, wondering if she has anything to add. "Unless you've got any other ideas?"

[ratwizard]

Cass wears a smile of relief, giving Eridas a hearty nod as he raises his own glass. "To good fortune and business," he repeats, clinking glasses. He takes a sip of the liquor, watching Virdia curiously as he does.

OOC

Is it good liquor? Or cheap liquor?

[Fialova]

"I guess that depends on how long it would take," Tess says, pondering the options while glancing towards the man. "I think, since we're already doing this, it would be best to get the 12 shirt, jumpsuit, and hoodie sets mentioned. Black for the hoodie and jumpsuit, maybe plain white for the tees? We could have a logo of Makkuro, plus the name. And, if not too much trouble, ears and tails on the hoodies?" Turning to Hikaru, she continues.

"New Vacc Suits would be good too, though. I don't know the logistics of editing those, but getting cat ears on the helmets would be really fun as well." Another thought occurring to her, she turns back to the shop keeper. "And how much would it be to add some of those other things into the mix? You mentioned pants, belts, and the like? If we wanted to get any of those, how much each? Best if we just aim to get all we need at once." I never thought purchasing work attire could be so entertaining, she thinks, a large grin on her face as she imagines their future matching outfits.

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

"To good fortune and business" Virdia echos, with a smile, before taking a sip from her own glass.

The whiskey is smooth with a rich and complex flavour profile. In comparison it to other drinks you've had before - it tastes like it is expensive.

Virdia seems to savour the taste for a moment, before placing her glass back down on the table.

"So we drank to business, now I suppose we should get to it," she says, clearly the whiskey is what you say it is. "How many bottles do you have for sale? Or did I just charm you out of the only one?" she asks with a small laugh, winking at Cass.

Tess and Hikaru

The man seems a little disappointed as Hikaru clarifies your needs, although he remains upbeat and undettered.

"Ah right, ears and tails on the hoodies I can do no problem. Ten credits a hoodie should cover my costs - Black I assume?" he asks, picking up a dataslab from the counter and taking notes as Tess gives him the other specifications for your order.

"I'm afraid I'm no welder, for the vacc suits all we do is paint them," he says as Tess inquires about further customisation. "The other items are much cheaper," he says, continuing to enter details on the dataslab, before handing it to you. "Here this should have you covered, plus the 120 credits for the um-alterations."

The dataslab shows a pre-generated invoice for your order. The various apparel comes to a total of 1,000 credits, with the discount the man previously offered, for enough to outfit 12 people, while 12 vacc suits come to 1,440 for an overall total of 2,440 or 2,560 once you pay for the ears and tails on the hoodies.

[Scratcherclaw]

Catching the merchant's hint of disappointment, Hikaru frowns a moment and says, "You know, if you can ever get off this station, you could make a killing during convention season on Strocho and Alldis." He smirks, recalling the elaborate costumery he'd come across in the past, both furry and ordinary in nature.

As he mentions the vacc suits, Hikaru can't hide a smirk, thinking back to Cass's instructions. Well, he only said no ears... "You could always paint cat whiskers on the helmets or something," he muses, imagining their engineer's overblown reaction to discovering such a cute feature.

[ratwizard]

Cass thinks back to his research on the price of whiskey, considering the best rate to start the deal at.

Mechanics

Trade / Int: [2d6+1]=7+1=8

[Namelessjake]

Cass

You weren't able to find an exact price relating to this particular brand of whiskey. However your research showed you that wholesale prices for top shelf liquors tend to range from around 40 credits to 80 credits a bottle. Where exactly this whiskey would fall on that scale you are unsure.

[ratwizard]

Cass nods thoughtfully, satisfied by the flavors of the whiskey. Better than that swill I'd order back in officer training.

He watches Virdia set her glass on the table but he keeps his, slowly spinning it between his fingers to occupy his anxiety.

"Just over a dozen boxes," the engineer says, accounting for ambiguity and enough to keep on deck for the crew's sake. "We're looking at a kilocred a box, but if you're buying in bulk, we could cut the rate to 900 per. How does that sound?"

On the high end, maybe, but this outpost's recovering from a pirate embargo and an ongoing longshore strike. We'll see if she bites. We could always go find another club if not.

Mechanics

Trade/Cha: [2d6]=9

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas took a slow, yet thoughtful sip of his whiskey as well; "Mm, its good. Really good." He looked over at Virdia and contemplated something. "I think this stuff will sell well, you should more than be able to get your money back. And..." He took another sip, "I think we could be good continuing business partners." He smiles softly at her.

Mechanics

Connect(Cha) = [2d6]=10.

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

Viridia raises an eyebrow as you talk, taking another sip of her drink as she listens.

"It's a good whiskey, and you're right about the drought," Virdia she agrees, setting her glass down on the table.

"But it's not worth that much. The best I can do is six hundred a box. For that price I'll take everything you have," she counters. "I can arrange some private dances for you both too - on the house," she adds with a devilish smile.

Tess and Hikaru

"Maybe one day," the man replies to Hikaru as the pop star mentions conventions in League space. He then lets out a chuckle as Hikaru continues, asking about whiskers on the helmets.

"I could do that, it wouldn't be any extra work," he says with a smile. "So, that all look good to you?" He asks, gesturing to the dataslab.

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas gulped quietly, hearing the counteroffer. It's a strange feeling, whatever this was. He glanced over at Cass, not really sure how he'd react to it. He quickly shut up as he felt a little shake run through him, he focused on his drink and took another sip.

[ratwizard]

Cass does his best to maintain his composure at the offer of private dances. She clearly knows where to aim — low. Maybe we should have brought the others in for this.

He smiles, sighing somewhat disappointedly. "I'm sorry to say, but that's just too low. Our enterprise is in no hurry to offload this, but it sounded Asteria needs it a hell of a lot more than we do. Strike's on, and from what I've heard there's some security problems around the station. Could be that we're one of the last groups in until everything gets resolved." He sets his glass down, before looking back up at her.

"Seven-fifty a box is the lowest we can move this for."

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas nods slowly and looks back over at Virdia. "Seven-fifty." He says, confirming what Cass said. "I think that's a fair price. Imagine how many people you can pull if you've got it on hand- a lot of people who would happily go somewhere else if another club had it."

[Fialova]

"I think that should be all we need for now," Tess responds, a bit bummed that there would be no way to make the cat-ear helmets, but understanding it is simply a much more complicated ask than the rest of their requests. "And no chance of any sort of bulk discount for the rest of this stuff?" she asks, not wanting to sound too desperate, but keen to spend less if possible.

Mechanics

Trade/Cha: [2d6]=3

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

Viridia looks about to protest but appears to think better of it, probably wary of losing the whiskey entirely.

"Seven Fifty it is then," she says with a flirtatious smile, raising her glass in another toast. After your clinking of glasses to seal the deal, she finishes off the whiskey in her glass and sets in back on the table.

"Bring the boxes by and I'll transfer you your money. But first I believe I promised you some dances. If you'll follow me?" she says, standing and making her way towards the door.

Tess and Hikaru

"I'm afraid that's as low as we can go," the man replies to Tess' attempt at getting a discount. "We do a lot of bulk orders, he adds, offering up something of an explanation.

"If we process your payment I can get started, it should only take a day or two. You can just send me the text and logos you want too," he continues, apparently keen to get started.

[Fialova]

"Can't fault a girl for trying," Tess responds with a shrug and a wan smile, not wanting to push her luck with a man already going out of his way to do more than his usual job allows. "How long til it is done, about? We will actually be going on a job off station in a few days, so not in a huge rush if you have other orders you need to get before then. We just need them by the time our ship's new paint job is done, which I think is about a week from now?" If he does a good job, maybe we can hire him again later. Or maybe he'd like a lift to Strocho to live out his dreams.

Mechanics/OOC at everyone

Tess pays 2560 credits for the gear, everyone now owes her 640 credits.

[FinalTemplar]

Eridas tenses up for a moment as she seems to consider the proposal, but relaxes instantly as she confirms the arrangement. He took another sip of his drink and nearly choked as she reminded them of the other half to their deal.

He took a half second to compose himself and finished his drink, What's wrong with me? I've never reacted like this to anything before... he thought to himself. "Right, right." He says, and moves to follow her.

[ratwizard]

Cass exhales, relieved that his counter-offer worked. "We'll bring them right over," he promises, standing up.

The engi takes the final sip of his whiskey for liquid courage, his breathing heightened at the thought of private dances. Shit, she was serious about this. Alright. It's not like we have anywhere else to be for several days, and they are complimentary.

"Sounds like a deal, then." He gives Creed a look of awe before turning to follow after Virdia.

[Scratcherclaw]

Hikaru subtly eyes Tess as her weak attempt at a discount fails to sway the man. I'll have to give her some pointers sometime... And then we'll be rolling in free desserts and drinks. He joins his friend in shrugging, knowing it's not worth the trouble to barter. "Yeah, we'll get our logo squared away and then send it to you. Anything else you need from us then?" I suppose we'll need a logo first... Shouldn't be too hard to find something minimalistic. With a cat, of course.

[Namelessjake]

Cass and Creed

Viridia leads you back to the club floor and flags over a couple of the scantily clad girls.

"This is Selene and Vanya," she says introducing you to them, although you assume they're not their real names. "Take care of these two for me will you?" She asks turning to the girls. "And its on the house this time," she adds, giving the two of you a playful smile.

"I'll look forward to receiving the merchandise. You boys have fun now," she says to you with a wink, before making her way back up to her office.

Selene and Vanya lead you to a corridor off of the main room of the club and into separate private rooms containing nothing but a plush faux leather chair and a pole in the centre.

You both emerge about fifteen minutes later, slightly flustered with ruffled hair and out of place clothing. You fix yourselves up as best you can and make your way out of the club and back to the ship.

Tess and Hikaru

"Oh a week should be plenty. I'll probably even get them to you before you go off station," the man says in answer to Tess. "That's everything I need. I'll get started on what I can," he adds.

With the order placed you head out and make your way back to the ship.

You all arrive back at the Makkuro roughly at the same time around 6pm, finding the repair work halted for a shift change. You board the ship and head up to the mess hall where you find Marko, Pia and Martine in the mess. Pia and Marko are busy at the stove while Martine is sat at the table on her compad. Martine sees you first and offers up a small wave in greeting before returning her attention to her screen.

"Welcome home, did you all have a good day at work?" Pia jokes turning as she hears the door open.

"We're making pasta - It shouldn't be too much longer," Marko explains, stirring spoon in hand.

OOC

We're now going to time skip forward 3-4 days to the next job. Let me know what you would like your character to get up to over the next couple of days. These scenes won't be rp'd out but I may ask for rolls to see how things go.

Also let me know how many boxes of the whiskey you are selling to Viridia and I will add the funds to the Makkuro fund - I can also deduct the cost of the clothing and vacc suits from this rather than directly from Tess.