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[Haspen]

You go and take it easy for, well, however long the universe shall give you.

1236USY.9d/1m.1137h

Which is slightly over five hours.

That's when the sensors console gives that obnoxious warning that a ship is on approach-and-docking vector. You lift yourself from your bed and march to check the sensor screen.

Sensors Station Alert! IFF beacon translation in progress...

Done!

"Islander", a Centaur-class Light Civilian Transport, is approaching from the direction of Gamma Urquanii Jump Gate.

Standard docking and refueling request received.

Fuel Pump assigned: #4 (authority: Automated Refueling AI)

Estimated arrival time: 27 minutes.

That's a slow one.

A) Eh, I can just wait!
B) Enough to squeeze in an episode of Zirconius, perhaps?
C) Enough to squeeze in some bartending trivia, perhaps?

[Kashyyk]

A - Another small amount of rest

[crazyabe]

C.

[King Zultan]

C

[brewer bob]

B

[Haspen]

You decide to spend time with net articles on bartending.

1236USY.9d/1m.1206h

You don't find anything interesting on the Net this time, and even local spaceweather report was rather dull ('no gravitational anomalies, no ion storms, have a pleasant cruise through Zanzibar!').

But that is okay - the console notified you a minute ago that the 'Islander' has docked. You straighten up at the bar, tap the console a bit, and gaze at the gate.

Soon.

Just in a second...

Suredly...

1236USY.9d/1m.1208h

With a hiss, the gate opens.

A tall, dark-haired woman with a slim figure comes in, followed by a rather average-shaped man with blad head.

The woman wears a dark and grey jumpsuit with several white stripes going down from her left shoulder all the way to her left foot. Her hands are covered with black siber gloves, probably member of the crew? Her silvery eyes scan the surroundings with some apprehension, or perhaps, disdain.

The man wears a clean, dark green suit with a cleavage that shows his sparkly white shirt underneath. Instead of suit pants, however, he wears a wide skirt, of the same pressed material as his suit. His nose and left earlobe are adorned with several golden rings, and he wears much larger ring around his neck. The man's skin seems to have some sort of reddish-orange tan to it, and he is all smiles, his eyes partly shut.

"May the Path-Ways bless you on your trek through life, good bartender." The man speaks first, with a loud, happy tone, but instead of taking a seat, he ventures to inspect the neon lamps.

"Again with your proselytizing, Roand?" The woman brushes her hair, and sits down at one stool.

"Tis but a blessing, not an attempt at conversion." The man explains, rolling his eyes, and then paces to sit at the woman's left-hand side.

"One Cornflower, please."

"A shot of Wet Jet." You set to work. Typing away 'Cornflower' at the console, being pretty sure it must be some sort of a mix, you pour the man a shot of Wet Jet in the meanwhile. You pass it to him, and from the breast pocket of his suit, he pulls our a curious-looking, oval, brown-tinted credchip. You scan it just like any other, though. (+20c)

Today Earnings: 620c
Monthly Earnings: 6757.5c

Patron ID: Roand Tyneck
Occupation: Religious Preacher (Cult of Path-Ways)
Conv.Style: CHATTY
Liked drinks: wet jet, grenadiere
Disliked drinks: soft

Connecting...

Connecting...

Done!

Queries: cornflower

>1 result found:

CORNFLOWER: 67c

2 Shots of Wet Jet
Shot of Ribesnero
Shot of Dry Jet

Serve in a tank glass with cherry and lemon slice.

After checking the instructions, you quickly set a tank glass, then pour in the two Jets and Ribesnero, watching the mixture settle on some deep blue-purple color. You pop in a defrosted cherry and garnish the tank with a lemon slice on the side, and pass it to the woman.

"Thanks." She pulls her credchip - an unadorned, gray rectangle - from her jumpsuit's left pocket, allowing you to scan it. (+67c)

Today Earnings: 687c
Monthly Earnings: 6824.5c

Patron ID: Audrine Steiner
Occupation: Crewmember of Light Transport "Islander"
Conv.Style: CHILLY
Liked drinks: fiery, sweet, Cornflower
Disliked drinks: N/A

Audrine takes a sip of her drink, while Roand downs his shot and then passes the glass back to you. "Thank you, young man."

CHOOSE YOUR CONVERSATION STARTER!

A) To Roand: "Another?"
B) To Roand, CHATTY: "Thank you for the blessing, even if I know little of the Path-Ways you speak of, what are they?"
C) To Audrine: "Where's the captain?"
D) To Audrine, CHATTY: "My sensors notified you that you're a crewmember of a 'light transport', I assume, seeing Roand here, that you carry passengers?"
E) FLIRTY: "Not to push or anything, but if either of you are interested, I'm sure I'm capable of providing more than just drinks~"

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

B
He seems a lot less likely to attempt suicide than the last cult we met.

[crazyabe]

B

[Superdorf]

B

[King Zultan]

B

[brewer bob]

B

[Haspen]

CHATTY: "Thank you for the blessing, even if I know little of the Path-Ways you speak of, what are they?"

"Ah, not learned in religion? No worries. Let it be known that I shall educate you to the best of my ability!" Roand smiles widely and claps his hands together.

"Oh boy, here we go."

"Everyone walks the path of life, from birth to death, right?"

"Philosophically speaking, yes."

"Literally speaking, too. Everything and everyone is - in motion. We all are walking the Path-Ways, our paths intermingling for brief or long periods of time. And because of this, I say, be mindful of your fellow walkers. Bless them if you wish, aid them if they need it - for you never know when your paths will cross again. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps it is the last you see of them." Roand leans forward while Audrine sips her drink, staring off-side.

"Do you understand what I'm talking about, young man?"

"You're preaching... common ense and good societal manners?"

"The galaxy and humanity as a whole needs them more than ever, I am afraid. I look at vast history of governments and polities and I am afraid we haven't learned a thing in last few thousand years. People are more inclined to walk their path alone and cut short the journeys of others than anything else!" He smacks his hands.

"Now though, a shot of Grenadiere would be nice." You pour a shot of the pinkish liquid into a new shot glass and pass it to the preacher. He lets you scan his credchip before taking a sip. (+10c)

Today Earnings: 697c
Monthly Earnings: 6834.5c

A) To Roand, Chatty: "That was the main tenet, what else can you tell me about Path-Ways?"
B) To Audrine: "Not a fan of spiritual talk?"

[crazyabe]

B.

[King Zultan]

B

[brewer bob]

B