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[Haspen]

You try to fix at least the sound system to play some tunes.

1236USY.1d/1m.1011h

2

You fail to fix the sound system.

But you're out of time as the station alert system starts beeping - Vanessa has begun the docking procedures!

Half a minute later, the main airlock corridor opens and you see silhouettes of nine people.

"Awww sheeeeeeez, what is this junkyard?" A tall man in front of the group speaks up, and then laughs. "Did some pirates trash the place right before we docked? Hello??"

"Here." You speak up, emerging from behind the bar. The person in front taps what you realize are diamond-shaped orange shades. Two small but brilliant lights illuminate most of the room, and you see the rest of the man's crew. They are wearing simple jumpsuits, while the guy - who must be at least 7ft tall - has spiky neon blue hair and tight black leather pants and a flashy purple jacket.

"I am Lucifer DiMaggio, and lemme tell ya this is the weirdest setup you've got here." He grimaces and places his hands on his waist, eyeing the place.

Choose your conversational option!
A) "The place is in bad shape but synthol replicators work."
B) CHATTY: "Hey, don't call this place a junkyard until you've tried the synthol! It's of the highest quality, I assure you."
C) FLIRTY: "Ohhh man, the place might not be the best, but it has me! Trust me, drinks and myself is all you need to have a fun stay~♥"

[Superdorf]

A

[Haspen]

CHOSEN: Neutral

"The place is in bad shape but synthol replicators work."

"Mm, I guess that's what's important, no? You boys will be having Cherrybombs?" A group 'aye!' came from Lucifer's crew.

"Seven Cherrybombs. And fix me a Smooth Criminal, will you?"

You boot up the bartending computer linkage to the SRC database...

Initializing...

Connecting...

Connecting...

Connected! Input mix query:

>Smooth Criminal

1 entry found:

SMOOTH CRIMINAL: 111c

Shot of Wóda
Shot of Hellesponte
Shot of Pontifex

Serve in a cocktail glass with a cherry.

You get the fancy glass, mixing the clear, the golden and the brownish synthols in it. At the very end, you gently add the cherry inside, letting it sink to the bottom. You pass it to Lucifer, and then fix seven shots of Cherrybomb. Surprisingly, Lucifer is the one to show his credchip - and you scan it for 181 Credits.

Today Earnings: 181c
Monthly Earnings: 181c

Patron ID: Lucifer DiMaggio
Previous Registered Names: Luisa
Occupation: Captain of Merchantship "Vanessa"
Conv.style: HOT-HEADED
Liked Drinks: N/A
Disliked Drinks: N/A

Once the Cherrybombs are passed to the crew, Lucifer raises the glass towards the crew and takes a sip.

"Mm! So, barkeep! What got you interested in this... ruin? Just don't tell me you're another bored Drone! I've heard too much of that spiel already!"

A) Tell him the truth.
B) Spin it around to ask about other bored Drones.
C) "Sorry, I'm not telling."

[Superdorf]

Hm.

B, I guess? We were pretty desperate at the time, not just bored… I imagine he doesn't care to hear about it anyhow.

[Haspen]

"Bored drones, huh? So I am not the only one?" Lucifer laughs.

"Hell naw, man! You're, like, sixth? Drone I met that took on bartending after the whole emancipation thingy by the new Federation. You guys are taking the most desperate jobs that no human or cyborg takes, usually, including bartending. I mean, how can you agree to be stuck on a station in middle of nowhere for years to come? I will go insane already if I were you, man!" Lucifer takes a sip of his drink and 'ahhhh's happily.

"But I won't tell ya what to do, man. Enjoy the bartending." He downs the remainder of the cocktail, including the cherry and puts the glass down, chewing on the soggy fruit.

A) "Another Smooth Criminal?"
B) "Want something else?"
C) Question him about... (insert topic here)

[Maximum Spin]

B

[Haspen]

"Want something else?" Lucifer chews on the cherry some more before swallowing.

"Sure, get me a shot of Cherrybomb too."

You pour him a shot of Cherrybomb as asked, and pass the glass as he hands his credchip for you to scan. (+10c)

Today Earnings: 191c
Monthly Earnings: 191c

He grimaces, his shades blinking with blue lights - and so does his credchip.

"Dang inflation..." He downs the Cherrybomb in one go.

A) Ask about... (insert topic here)
B) "More drinks?"

[Maximum Spin]

A: Learned any tips from other bartenders for fixing up the place?

[Superdorf]

A: Learned any tips from other bartenders for fixing up the place?

+1

[King Zultan]

A: Learned any tips from other bartenders for fixing up the place?

+1

+1

[Haspen]

"Learned any tips from other bartenders for fixing up the place?"

"Huh? Nah! Why would I bother about other people's businesses?" Lucifer shrugs and then muses.

"Speaking of fixing, fix me some asteroids, will you?"

You briefly consider what he might've meant by that, before checking for asteroids in the database.

>Asteroids

1 entry found:

ASTEROIDS: 71c

2 Shots of Sucrosol
2 Shots of Martian

Serve in a tank glass with ice.

Easy enough. You pour some Sucrosol and then Martian into the tank glass, add crushed ice, and stir gently.

After passing the drink to Lucifer, he lets you scan his credchip. (+71c)

Today Earnings: 262c
Monthly Earnings: 262c

"Gotta talk something over with the boys." He picks the tank glass and walks over to the tables where his crew is seated. They converse quietly.

1236USY.1d/1m.1026h

Just few minutes later, he comes back.

"Boys rate your little den three outta five! We done for now, thanks for the drinks." His crewmen then pack up and leave the table, and Lucifer shrugs, putting down the glass, only the half-melted ice remaining within.

"Yo, and don't put a frown against me! Ya gotta work this place up if you wanna better score. Peace!" With a smug grin, Lucifer also leaves. With that, the place is coated in dim red emergency light once more.

1236USY.1d/1m.1029h

Automated systems alert you that Lucifer's ship, Vanessa, has begun undocking procedures - just as you finish gathering the glasses and putting them into wash-o-matic.

1236USY.1d/1m.1031h

Vanessa has cleared the station and is moving towards the Madagascar Jump Gate.

You're truly alone, again.

A) Alright, time to fix that lightning again!
B) Let's fix the discos for now.
C) Got some time to explore myself!
D) Got some time to read on bartending lore!
E) About time I send a maintenance request to SRC headquarters.

[Maximum Spin]

E
Lord knows how long they'll take to handle it, so it's good to get it out of the way now.

[Egan_BW]

Expecting help at all from corporate overlords is folly.

A

[Rockeater]

E

Yeah, not expecting them to come any time soon, but worst we can send them away when they do

[Superdorf]

E