When pilots land on Gran Canaria, and leave its landing pads, they are greeted by an Area named, The Plaza, the main Hub for all the space going activity on Gran Canaria, it includes the Flight controllers stations, ship merchants, equipment sales and the Headquarters of the Omicron Supply Industries. Nestled in the Middle of the Plaza, and acting as the spiritual Welcome mat, Is the Trade Lounge, more fondly called, "The Trade'N Drunk" by its regulars. It is here that Traders of all styles, pilots from both sides of the law and wonders come in order to enjoy a drink. Many a trade deal has been made within the wall of the Trade'N Drunk and not just by OSI pilots. Like with any bar, it isn't without its violence, and shady Deals.
The Bar itself is run by a retired trader by the name of Erika Munroe, along with her staff of tenders, most drinks that can be found through Sirius, are on sale here, and if you cant find your drink, order it, and it will be found a few days later.
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IC Rules:
All Pilots are allowed in this bar, both Lawful and Unlawful due to the Zoner stand of neutrality. But Patrons are asked to keep their business outside of the walls.
Private booths are available, ask at the Bar.
The Owner of this bar has the right to refuse overly Drunk patrons any more drinks and the right to remove them if needed.
The Owner of this bar is always right
OSI Pilots get a discount on Drinks.
Becoming a Regular gets you discounts.
Weapon use is prohibited
OOC Rules:
The bar follows the Zoner neutrality rules, so if your a pirate, your welcome to enter even if a lawful is in the room.
Feel Free to cause trouble whilst being in the same room as someone you may wish to make, but please heed the ICA=ICC.
Private booths are exactly that, these are for if you and another character wish to RP out a private conversation that you want people to see OOCly but not hear ICly.
Do not think you can walk in, shoot someone and just walk out, If you walk in and pull a gun on someone, you will be shot by security, so if your going to do that, be prepared to die.
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Putting down the glass she had been polishing, Erika looked over the bar to her patrons, busy, as always, and she liked it, she enjoyed hearing all the chatter, the clatter of glasses, the vomiting in the rest rooms..okay maybe she didnt enjoy that part as much, but generally, all was well, her staff were rushing around, serving food, drinks, collecting glasses, helping patrons back to their seat, and being sociable.
Whilst she watchs, theres a slump on a stool near her, as she looks over, it would be a very familiar face, familiar, since it was unique, it was Voncloud, the anthro fox who worked for OSI, he seemed stressed as he looks at her
"usual?" she asks him with an inquisitive undertone. The fox looks blank at her
"Make it double..no ice" he requests.
Oni Kerrigan entered the Trade'n Drunk with a smile on his face. Nothing better than enjoying a darn well-earned whiskey after a hard day (more like a week) of work. Plus, the bartender was actually a fine piece of a... of a woman.
"Hello there Munroe. I'll take a wheat whiskey. Dry."
Silent as a ghost Douwe entered the bar. He quickly made his way to the bar, hung his leather coat over a stool and sat down. He signed to the bartender, who was busy at that point with another guest and he took the time to glance around the bar and to take note of anyone inside. Not that he was expecting any trouble, he just liked to know where and with whom he was.
The bartender suddenly stood in front of him and looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"One scotch alstublieft, no ice and do you got any cigarettes?" He said whilst looking to her.
Erika nodded to the fox taking a glass and pouring into it the usual dry whiskey Voncloud enjoyed, She looked at him wanting to ask what was going on today but was soon distracted by the other patrons. Walking over she smiles to Kerrigan, he was new but becoming a face in the Bar already "Coming up Love, been a long haul for you it seems?" she asks as she takes down the wheat whiskey from the shelve, it wasnt as popular as her other spirits, so she always had a supply of it. Pouring him a glass and popping it onto a coaster, the new patron wasnt far from Kerrigan so she was able to keep in ear shot and serve at the same time, though the order did spark her own interest "ahh, Rheinland Spirits, not alot of call for that" she comments having to go under the bar to find a bottle. As she pours the glass she points past Voncloud, a few vending like machines by the door "Cigarettes over there love" she says with a chime to her voice, before turning her attention back to Kerrigan.
Voncloud was nursing his whiskey, looking at his new commission..'CEO of Omicron Supply Industries' He hadnt been in OSI that long and had been an advisor on the board for even less, yet this just fell into his lap.
Taking a long thoughtful sip of his glass he peers over at the new comers to the bar, recognising one as Kerrigan the other, not so much, he didnt take to much notice of the other, more interested in just trying to relax himself
He chuckles and accepts the drink, although it's not what he ordered.
"I was more looking for a Edinburgh still, but this will work for now. Thanks."
He stood up, bought himself a couple of packs and resumed his seat. His ears picked up the words CEO and Omicron Supply Industries. He looked to his left and noticed a rather strange fellow sitting there, a fox. Never having met a humanoid, he was slightly interested.
"Sorry to interrupt you, but I heard you saying something about Omicron Supply Industries. Might I ask what it is you do there?"
Erika would nods "quite hard to get the edinbourgh stuff sometimes due to the gallics" she admits but goes back to kerrigan.
Voncloud would peer at the man who questioned him, taking another swig of his drink he looks over at him with a tired look. "Im the CEO of OSI, the governor, the big cheese, ect ect" He shifts the stool so his whole body was facing that way now "Why? whos asking?"
With the Fifth landed on Gran Canaria's main spaceport, Dr. Mojo decides to make a visit to the Lounge. He had not been there before, but he knew he might catch some OSI pilot or businessman at the place.
Trips around a planet's surface on rented shuttles always amused him, but he had had little chance to do this with his 'daughter' Helena, so the old Apostle freed her from her duties on board the mighty battleship and asked her to come with him
They entered the lounge and sat by the bar, waiting for the bartender while looking around to feel the grove of the place. Dr. Mojo was wearing one of his most elegant priestly robes, while Hela had chosen one of the most sober of the uniforms worn by her Apple Corps, the Fifth's marines.
A tuned pineal will always come at hand when you arrive to new places, or meet people yet unknown to you, my dear Hela. Let's see if someone can throw a light on what's going on with our business here. But first, a drink. I hope somebody recognizes me and invites me with some! I haven't brought much flax with me.
I am sure they accept debit chips Master. Said she.
Voncloud extends his paw and shakes Douwes hand. "Jerard Voncloud, CEO of Omicron Supply Industries" he says but then quickly holds up a finger "excuse me just one moment" he asks as he walks over to Dr Mojo "Dr Mojo, Jerard Voncloud, a pleasure to have you on our planet, to what do we ow the pleasure?" He questions.
Erika had beaten Voncloud to the Dr and nodded, over hearing what his daughter had said "yes we accept that here, what can i get you both?" she asks
Dr. Mojo shakes Voncloud's hand with a firm grip, and says:
'Our planet' you say? I hope you are referring to it as a native would, and not as a representative of OSI. I have always told those who believed rumours about OSI having a claim to the planet that it was pure nonesense. Please do not be the one to prove me wrong.
After letting go of the gentleman's paw, he adds:
Dr. Hodge Van Mojo, Second Apostle of Eris and Patron of the Season of Discord, at your everlasting service. This is Helena Agrippa, TAZ Templar, but also my daughter. The woman smiles gently.
I will be taking a mild Gin and Tonic please, what about you Hela? The woman shakes her head with a serious face, almost as a reminder of her own bodyguarding duty to the Doctor. He laughs. You're always taking things too seriously my dear!
Anyways... I came here because I think a 550 million credits business should not be handled throughout tele-comms. I think you must be starting to remember why I arrived to the planet yesterday, as your fellow pilot must have reported to you. If i'm right, some of your factory's engines are steaming at my service as we speak, building one of Sirius' finest hyperspace navigational devices. Am I mistaken?