<Hasir> Food n Trade

[gitanos]

-a few hours later a loud company arrives to the bar. They starts to ,,invade" the public cantine from the private lifts of the ship-hangars, but at the end they are coming in n out from all reachable doors. At least a hundred different people or maybe even 2, dressed in weird and colorful clothes, ribbons and never-seen outfits. Some of them seems to be freaks from a circus, or member of another mutant race. Even a few apelings are among them in special lime-green and neon-orange radiation-suits. A huge pile of Children, mothers fathers young and old people, a whole clan as it seems. Their fast language is un-followable for anyone else than them, and they start to build a huge parade in the public cantine- removing the tables from the middle and starting to dance there instead. They order huge amounts of food and drink and start a chaotic party. The security guards of the depot seems to access their superiors for orders, but since the colorful company of the weird ,,clan,, seems to not cause any trouble, and they stop at Kreuzberg at each year twice they let them ruin the cantine for a huge amount of cash what the pay for this celebration. Otherwise the bar is completely empty if we do not count the dark-coated women, the crew of the Hasir or the customers of the private rooms. But the emptiness of hte past hours seems to be completely un-beleivable after the arrival of the Children.

The parading company crawls around in the bar, singing, dancing eating and shouting on each other to form an insane cacophony what somehow seems to be relaxing for anyone who falls into it. Even in the cases where it seems that the samsarians will go to knife-battle to solve a confrontation, the guards seems to be calmed and let them do whatever they wish. Teh party evolves and even more and more people joins the table-dancers and the musicians.
A pack goes to the corner-table of the dark coated women, and dances around her while a few dozens of them sits down to her table completely covering her from any other eyes or cameras.

The parade continues, and even more and more musicians joins the cacophony. At the end, the bar becomes crowded with samsarians. At least 3-400 of them, enjoying their rest on the fine depot of Kreuzberg, eating-drinking-having fun, for the joy of life and to praise the sacred chao and the crawling of the Samsara.-

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<span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif">wtf is ~SamsarianS?</span> wth are [TAZ]?