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[Haspen]

"Are you the only crewmember?" Take smiles.

"Oh, no, no. Elim, my husband, is still on board."

"Busy much?"

"Not really, but, he says that leaving his inventory management incomplete rubs his processor wrong way." Take shrugs. "He can't drink anyway, so it doesn't really matter anyway."

A) "A husband, huh? Family enterprise?"
B) "His processor? Is he a robot or android?"
C) "He can't drink? He's got some allergy?"
E) CHATTY: "You must be in a very good mood, did something nice happen to you?"
F) CHATTY: "You ferry bulk cargo? I will assume you're not a freelancer merchant of any sort, no?"
G) FLIRTY: "No wonder he married you, everything about you says 'hot cake' that I would definitely want to bite on~"

[crazyabe]

A.

[brewer bob]

A

[Kashyyk]

E

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

A

[Haspen]

"A husband, huh? Family enterprise?" Take grins.

"Yeah!" He grabs the glass and sips some of his mix.

"We've had my dad's old freighter at first, it wasn't much, and it was old and at verge of breaking up. When we saved up some money, we bought our current bulk freighter so that we can fetch more cargo for more cash in one trip. It pays for necessities and we're saving up on planetside house. Five, six years, and we're out the stars and back down on the ground, you just see!" Take takes another sip of his mix, then puts the glass down, leaning forward.

"And you, barkeep? I hope there's someone in your life, yes? You can't be here alone all the time. That's totally bad for mental health!"

A) "I do have someone, they're not on board right now, though."
B) "No, I am, as they say, totally free at the moment."
C) "My mental health is kept in check by my wetware, thanks for asking."
D) Shrug.

[Egan_BW]

C
mm tasty chips

[Maximum Spin]

B

[Haspen]

//Sorry Max, I had this underway when you posted a vote

"My mental health is kept in check by my wetware, thanks for asking."

"Oh, augments! Augments?" He repeats the word, unsure.

"Partially, only, I was born a drone."

"Ah, I see! Sorry! I mean, yeah, a wetware chip does kinda work that way. But it's not gonna stop everything in a long run, you get it, right?"

"Kinda?"

"It's just a piece of electronics. Electronics do break down, especially the ones buried up in flesh and everything. Take care of yourself!"

"Oh, are you offering?" Take looks at you intensely for a moment. Then laughs briefly, shakes his head, and downs the remainder of his drink.

"Alright, I haven't heard that one before. Good on you! No! I meant, take care of yourself, as in, your electronics and your body. Or find someone who helps you out!"

1236USY.10d/1m.0307h

The main gate opens with a hiss again, and in comes a young man, something which makes Take turn around immediately. Short, black hair, blue eyes, milky white skin. Slimmer, but similar, build and height as Take. Even the outfit matches, except that the newcomer doesn't have any armor plating - just a black, nicely-fit jumpsuit.

"Here comes Elim! Hey babe!" Take waves to his 'husband', following every step with a stare.

"Hello, Take. Hello, bartender." The black-haired man smiles softly, and sits down at the seat to the right of Take. Only now you can make out very, very faint seam lines at the base of the android's neck and head. He must be one of fancy, high-quality androids.

"Name's Elim. What's yours?" Elim looks at you, curiously.

"Arnold, nice to meet you." You notice Elim's eyes blink with tiny blue lights when you say your name.

"Pleasure's all mine. I hope Take didn't too much of your time?" A groan comes out of Take's throat, something that makes Elim grin smugly.

"Really now? Bad jokes right away?" Take bumps his husband's arm, before grabbing the android's right hand with his left.

"I warned you when you married me. You can always file for divorce!"

"Never!" Take squeezes Elim's hand, before turning to you, placing his hands back on the counter.

"Jovian Sunspot for me." He says, while Elim leans closer to him, their shoulders touching.

A) "And for you, Elim?"
B) Prepare a Jovian Sunspot for Take.

[Egan_BW]

B

[crazyabe]

B.

[Maximum Spin]

I see no reason to be obtuse, here. B

[brewer bob]

B

[King Zultan]

B

[Haspen]

You grab a cocktail glass, and start pouring some synthols in...

"How's inventory?" Take asks, and Elim shrugs.

"As always. Everything's accounted for."

"Nice." You push the glass full of orangey mix towards Take. He brings it closer, then fishes out his credchip again, so that you scan it once more. (+105c)

Today Earnings: 221c
Monthly Earnings: 8052.5c

Take sips his new mix, licking his lips in approval at the taste, while his android husband straightens his posture a bit. Elim doesn't say anything, and Take seems very, very content at staring at his beloved between the sips. Your wetware processor temporarily deprioritizes FLIRTY conversational programming.

A) Let them have some peace.
B) To Elim: CHATTY: "So Take earlier mentioned that you cannot drink. Are you not equipped with a digestive system?"
C) To Take: CHATTY: "I have a vague feeling that you alone are drinking for both of you."
D) To both: CHATTY: "You ferry bulk cargo? I will assume you're not a freelancer merchant of any sort, no?"