Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Malaclypse 666]

Dis "looked" long and hard at Farquar for a long moment, as the silence in the Brotherhood Bar grew deafening..

*Well, Hail Eris! There is a gentleman among you! And because of that, I'll extend that deadline a bit, and even give you an alternative.*

She floated widdershins just inside the cirlce of tables around the bar's dancefloor. (She "wondered" what kind of dances these croakers could do without tripping over themselves..)

*The Santas will remain at Crete until the Festival is due to open on Saturday. If i'm not in orbit, hail me on comms.

*In addition, if you need to run about to collect that pitiful 1 K per person and crewmember, then you can also get your tickets from any TAZ ship you see.

*Now, as Mr.Farquar here, and the rest of you probably as well are a bit tapped out from repairing ships and medical bills and the like, the rest of the evening will be on Reggie, and Waverly Enterprises, LLC. Kallisti!*

She floated over to the bar, and a small slot appeared in her side. A platinum cred chip slowy slid outwards.

*Here, Garcon, swipe it. And have one yourself*

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