"Salus Omnibus"

[Osilon]

Lavinia looks across the bar, then sits down on the barstool between Cat and Kane, looking across at the two and sipping at her water every now and then, simply observing.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Kazinsal]

Kane stretched and took another sip of beer. He looked over at Catalinia.

"So, what exactly is it that you do, Cat?" he asked. "Are you a freelancer? Or do you just like exploring?"

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Retired, permanently.

[Charo]

She looks at Kane, looking surprised that he asked.

"Well..originally I was exploring, but I ended up staying due to personal reasons...now I either hang around Rochester waiting for a few people to show up or transport stuff to Rheinland."

She takes a sip from her glass.

"But most of the time, I spend in my pod after being blown up by about five dreadnoughts for no reason..."

A smile appears on her face.

"May sound boring, but you can find ways to annoy the police for revenge."

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[snowdog1717]

Chris turns and hands his gun to Cat, then turns to the barkeep.

"I'll have some water"

Chris sips at his water and trys to hide the pills he is about to take from the others.

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[Charo]

She looks down at the gun.

"Er...whats this for?"

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[snowdog1717]

"Hm? Oh, just hold onto it if you will."

Chris turns back to his drink, counting out a few more pills, again trying to hide them.

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[Death.RunningVerminator]

The two men have by now heard of most of the people here by small talk going around the bar. One of the cloaked men stood and approached the man named "Kane."

"Excuse me sir, but what are the typical drinks of Sirius?"

The man stared at Kane while holding a small utensil and holopad.

[Kazinsal]

"Beer, ale, wine, Sidewinder Fangs... whiskey... rum... vodka... gin... vermouth..." Kane said, naming off as many drinks as he could think of.

"You must not be around here. You don't sound like a Gallic man... Where ya from?"

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Retired, permanently.

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"Where am i from?"

The man looked at the other that was sitting at the table, and he nodded.

"The Omicrons... You?"

[Kazinsal]

Kane looked at the man.

"Liberty... in theory."

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Retired, permanently.