"Your glass, captain, is empty. Need anything?"
"Usually I get Bag of Bricks, but no, thank you for now." Morales smiles while Vicky suddenly leans towards you slightly.
"I would like some Cotton Candy." Another drink you haven't heard about. Time to wrestle with the bartending network and see if you can find it in the database...
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Queries: cotton candy
>1 recipe found:
COTTON CANDY: 82c
3 Shots of Sucrosol
Shot of Sunset Capri
Serve in a tank glass with ice and a cherry.
You fill a tank glass with crushed ice and then add pour the sucrosol, sunset capri, and top it off with a cherry on top. The whole mix takes in a vaguely pinkish color to it.
You put the glass in front of Vicky, and she quickly raises her right hand. A small piece of her synthetic skin slides off on her wrist, exposing
the credchip you scan. (+82c)Today Earnings: 137c
Monthly Earnings: 2952cPatron ID: Android Model EEN-35704 (Call Name: Vicky)
Ownership: Self-ownership
Conv.style: AMENABLE
Liked Drinks: sweet
Disliked Drinks: N/A
Vicky raises the glass and drinks half of the mix in one go.
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Suddenly, the main gate opens and in comes a most strange set of visitors: the Vahin'Ti.
Each one of them is a slender, tall being, with matte mustard-grey skin and two big eyes, looking like old wall lamps. They seem to be hairless, although that's what you can only say about their heads and thin necks - everything else is under the protective coat of synthetic fibers of their spacesuits. They wear gloves, but those gloves betray just how long and thin ther digits are.
Slowly, the group makes their way to the bar and you notice that their leader is the tallest, and that his head has patches of dried-looking, dirty-yellow blemishes, especially under his cheeks. But all of them have small, cross-shaped mouths and a pair of tiny nostrils above, but no visible nose, and their earlobes are flat and fused with the sides of their heads.
"Oh man, Vahintis? Been a while since I've seen one." Captain Morales muses as his crew cannot help but twist and turn their heads at the new arrivals with unashamed curiosity. The Vahin'Ti seem to pay no mind, except some cursory glances.
"I am Veran, a Bok." The tallest Vahin'Ti with blemishes speaks softly, his cross-shaped mouth opening and undulating with each word.
"This is my sixth male budding, Momet-Mo." He softly sways his hand at the smallest of the group, who bows his head in respect.
"And these are my Ko's, and they serve me most excellently: Rokam, Moreb and Nebek." He extends his hand toward the three Vahin'Ti behind him, who bow their bulbous heads one by one.
"We have arrived on invitation of the Bartender who is called Arnold. May your offspring outlive you by generations." Veran-Bok blinks with large, powerful, grey eyelids coming from left and right sides of his eye sockets. He then looks down, and cautiously takes a seat on one of the stools under the bar, rather awkwardly mounting it by straddling it with his calves. He is way too tall for such a small seat.
The large yellow eyes stare at you rather blankly.
"I see other patrons, and our people loathe to share company at a table with strangers, as it is omen of disaster. May I ask you to introduce yourself?" He turns his bulbous head towards Morales, who shrugs.
"Sure, pal. 'M Morales. Captain Morales.""Vicky.""May our meeting be a joyful one." Veran-Bok then turns back to you.
"I have not had synthol in many Pulses. I am unaccustomed to names and flavors. May I ask you to offer a sample of something that leaves burning sensation of smallest degree? Strong flavors confound us." You understand that he probably asks for some sort of soft, or at least, not particularily flavorful, synthol? Perhaps something of singular flavor??
A) Serve him a shot of...
*A) Martian
*B) Ambrosia
*C) Equator
*D) Grande Pascale
*E) Tropico
*F) Silkdrink
B) "I would rather receive a more explicit order for a synthol, mister Veran-Bok."
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