Tinkers Haven

[FynnMcScrap]

The Cantina

As the modular buildup of the Haven greatly favours economic factors over personal comfort, the living spaces on board the Station tend to be group habitats for up to six persons. These housing units cluster around a central hub for the crew or the group, and offer little space to gather socially. Also these housing units are allotted to the crews in a rotating shedule : two weeks shift, one week free. Here you sleep, live... but not much more.


The space allotment in the clinic is a little more generous, but there is little room for social space here. Operating theatres, logistics, laboratories and all the necessities for patients and staff take away most of the space in the upper housing module at the Haven. Patients and Staff live side by side with the rest of the Crews, using the same modular habitats adapted to their needs.
You get good treatment here, but no luxury. This is no Spa Orbital.


In the main corridor you find a long panorama picture, etched into some lange hull plate salvaged from one of wreck pieces found floating near Cold Bay in Hudson : Somebody worked long on this piece of Scrap, and if you look carefully at it you can see the names of two hundered crewmen engraved into the picture.
Some here, some over there...
And there is a lot of space left.
Also the names of ship wrecks and crews lost have been etched into the metal :
One exemple : { SiriusRelief / Kepler } Another 56 names are engraved here.


Behind the sound isolating double curtain hiding the emergency gates at the entrance to the one open space in the lower module you can find the cantina bristling with activity nearly anytime you care to come here. After all there are more than 600 crewmembers and clinic staff living at the Haven and some of them always tend to gather here.
Also you can meet ship crews from all around Texas and the surrounding systems. Traders, Mercenaries, Junker scrappers and sometimes visiting Congressmen or Marauders. This is a neutral trading space, with sirius wide customers.
Sometimes a passing LPI Officer gets a good meal here before his next patrol, too.

Somebody came up with an ancient design from some historic trideo novel and a few of the crewmen spent a lot of their time setting up a smaller bar at the back of the room, next to the back entrance leading to the connection corridor between the living quaters and the module housing the offices of the Foreman, the SRO´s CEO and the Clinic´s Chief Resident.
A grizzled old Junker named Olson is defending it currently and claims to be the Barman.


And shielded with a sliding wall screen to the buisy cantine there is another secluded room, part of the bigger hall and reachable through the sliding screen.
Soon the room was used for discreet meetings, but all cept clear of the old instrument standing on the podest.
Fynn only smiled if he was asked and old Olsen always replies by asking if anybody can play the Instrument.

The Haven has no great and famous Bar,
but you can get a hot meal and a chilled drink at any time you dock.
Find some company, get a drink, strike a deal.

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Welcome to the Haven´s watering hole

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven