Carthrat's journey into space - Round 3! Heaven or Hell!

[Carthrat]

"High-pressure salesman tactics.. well, there's gotta be a buyer somewhere!"

Carthrat nods to himself. *Everyone* wants a ship!

Tapping away at the keypad, he starts looking for interested buyers while he waits for Tir and Rachel to come back..

[Anastasia]

It takes a few minutes to really get into that, and as you just start to...

"Hey, Rat! We're back," Tir calls from the hatch entry, Rachel a step behind him, a few bags with her. For his part, Tir is now dressed in a loose white dressy shirt again, with brown slacks of some sort. Rachel's gone with a pair of white pants and a green sweater. Both look a damn sight better than they did in the uniforms and ruined clothing you had after the escape from the Slicing Gale.

[Carthrat]

"Did you bring back any beer? Or pretzels?" asks Carthrat, waving. "Can't really play video games without both, y'know."

[Anastasia]

"Should've stopped for some," Tir muses at that, plopping down in a command chair while Rachel brings you the two white bags she carriers.

"Here, Carthrat. I think the sizes are right." Looking inside, you find a black T-shirt with long sleeves, likewise jean esque pants that should last a long time, and a gray trench style coat, with two deep inside pockets.

[Carthrat]

"Thanks, Rachel," says Carthrat, zipping out and getting changed..

It's not often the man becomes overly introspective on how he looks, but while he's getting changed, he can't help buy glance at a nearby mirror..

Given that he'd spent the last two weeks living in the constant fear that he was about the get blown out of space, he surmised he wasn't looking so bad.

Perhaps somewhat leaner than when he started out, his still-tall and still muscled frame allowed him to give a slight smile of satisfaction. He always *had* been the biggest kid on the block.

He could use a haircut, though, and probably a shave. His hair was even longer than before; probably due to spending so much time in his alternate form.

Still, he could go out looking much worse.

Throwing the trenchcoat on, which did a wonder in concealing his true frame and size, he reflected that he looked much the same as he did several years ago.

Sauntering back out to Tir and Rachel, he wonders just how much he's changed inside.

Maybe he should start wearing white. And move to jackets instead of cloaks. White was stylin'.

"So, yeah, let's grab some food," says Carthrat, waving over Tir and Rachel. "See any decent noodle bars or anything? There's like seven levels of food, and field rations are only one step above bugs'n'berries."

[Anastasia]

Tir nods solemn agreement to that. "Amen. Anyway, I saw a couple of places that could work - most of it's alien fare, though, all the way out here. Can't be any worse than those military feedpacks, though." With that, he falls in step with you, Rachel a bit behind.

Stepping outside, the barren, metallic appearance of the docking pay is to the point - only a few large warning signs on the wall, plastered in red, break up the steel toned monotony. Warning of 'severe punishment' for contraband or running weapons here, they impose downward. A wide access hallway is ahead, leading to the more homely parts of the station.

"It's right through there and up the lift," Rachel says. "They've made an effort to make it look nice - some trees and plants, and a holographic sky."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat snorts. "As long as they have good AC, I'm right.

Hey, Tir, wanna play 'spot-the-gunrunner'?"

[Anastasia]

"Maybe after we eat," he shrugs, glancing. "She didn't want to eat without you, Carthrat." He smirks just a bit at that, said smirk causing a tiny blush to color Rachel's cheeks as you enter the hallway. An elevator sits at the end of it, a large enough thing to fit at least twenty people a ride. Above it on the railing are various warning signs, again commenting on contraband in red and yellow, as well as a weight limit warning for the lift - 50, 000 pounds.

A few assorted humanoids roam the hallway, going to or from their vessels, most paying you no mind as they get on with their lives. Yet, the selection even here is diverse. Races you haven't seen in years along with old mainstays are about...

[Carthrat]

"And right she wouldn't," says Carthrat, confidentally. "My ability to choose a restraunt and select an appropriate meal is second to none. Did I ever tell you I got to be one of the judges on some cooking show once?"

He continues to ramble on about food as he makes his way to the elevator.. staying as alert as one could in such a crowded environment.

[Anastasia]

Laughing a bit, Tir plays along with your dodge, though Rachel doesn't quite seem to get it. With a confused look as you board the elevator and go up, the two of you babble on, until you reach the main deck.

And what a deck it is, by standards.

Firstly, a green tinted sky holographic image has been placed over the roof, giving the station a nicely planetside feeling, further enhanced by trees and shrubs planted about the sides of what is designed to be a main 'street'. Large shops of metal, festooned with ads and colorings of every sort are about, as well as hotels, guilds, restaurants and other such things, even a few open air stalls. A decent popluation of traders and workers are about, as well as a few security droids, the latter easily seen by their blue painted, metal skin.

[Carthrat]

"Feh. This place is nothing compared to Shinjuku," says Carthrat, unimpressed. "I mean, Shinjuku has a natural sky, and no security droids, and no big signs outside telling me I can't buy guns."

[Anastasia]

"Then go back to Shinjuku, Rat. I'm sure the local establishment there will LOVE to see your smiling face," Tir smiles a bit insultingly as he steps off the lift. Rachel just glances at both of you with a slight sigh.

"Anyway, which place did you want to go to," she asks. "I thought that grilling bar looked pretty good."

[Carthrat]

"What're they gonna do? Bleed on me?" replies Carthrat, tartly. "And grilling is good. What's our budget looking like?"

[Anastasia]

"Probably throw enough man and fire power at you to sink a third world country," Tir jabs, then sighs. "It's MY budget, and _I_ have enough for a decent meal for all three of us." Strolling down the main pathway, you start to enter the long, long row of buildings. It starts right off, with a guildhouse for merchants, and a exotic foods shop.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat makes a face. "You're not keeping a tab for me, are you?" he asks, only half-jokingly.