Ah, budding romance!
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Well, you might wanna tell the bartender to leave the bottle and keep ‘em comin’. You do have a tab running here, right? 
Ah, disappearing Ƀ…
“yes, planet Browf just come from going into ice age. even ice age too cold for moose. move to warmer ice planets.”
“Captain Luckybeard, if I may call you this, why you come Charybdis? rich? adventure? maybe score settle? Browf want make many, many large currency but have fun while make. Here, sip more Valenberry Port.”
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“Is that what we’re drinking? My story is long and complex. There was a pig. And a girl. And a movie star. And I hated that pig. Always costin’ me money. And there was this other girl, not the first one, and she was real nice. Anyways, me and the boys got tired of getting shot down by the pig and so we moved on eventually.”
“Fio, that’s the name. The second one. The second girl. And she helped us out with a few ideas and a few dollars and helped get us out of the gravity well far enough to let us go out and roam diffrn’t skyways and get into diff’t scrapes. See the worlds. And their currencies. And, say, this is some kind of nice rippleberry. Beard sez time for nap.”
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“Sssolar gogglesss”… now that’sss an old, old tale. Only the sssecond cybernetic enhancement I received after the losss of my armsss, when my credit application wasss finally approved down at the prosssthetic shop. Actually, it was more of an indenture. I learned more about bionic interfacesss and neuro-posssitronic pathway troubleshooting in that shop than I’ve ever needed to utilize sssince in my long yearsss crisss-crosssing the galaxxxy. My third week in the shop was when, in a carelesss moment, I ssshorted the terminalsss on a Cyberdyne T800’s auxiliary grenade ssstorage pocket without my sssolar gogglesss on, and let me tell you, sssissster, the lassst thing you want exploding into your unprotected peepersss is a Terminator’sss ordnance ssscrotum.
My employer, after a hearty laugh that lasssted mossst of the afternoon, eventually fixxxed me up with these:
The glowing red focal nexusesss are a conssstant reminder of the cause of thisss particular augmentation. I think my old bosssss back on Herpeton gigglesss about it to thisss day.
Exxxcuse me, young lady. Thisss Romulan ale isn’t agreeing with me. I think Duck sssold me a bad batch.
Bleeaarrgghh!!!
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A week is along time to spend in a dive. Beyond the risks to livers / neuronal implants / control circuits / ion-exchange resins, I am particularly concerned about our Space Lobsters. Three days is a long time to a be in-system for a space lobster. An entire week spent in a small space with biologicals might make some of them… well, you’ve heard the stories.
Maybe you have one of your own.
While the bureaucratic bean-counters at Unizone work out how to get us all killed plan our missions,
let’s construct our own missions
Declare your own excursion. Do some tourism/ trading / hell-raising of your own, and reconvene next week to share the stories / exotic booze / baubles / infections.
Here’s the catch: take another trader with you.
Show another trader your home world. Go with another trader to somewhere you haven’t been before. See how much time you can spend with a Space Lobster. Pull prank on a cyborg Space Moose. Tickle a Space Lizard’s Cloaca. Run far away from my over-long posts. Find a partner, and choose your adventure. Let us know how it goes.
You’ll get the most benefit if your traveling companion is someone you’ve just met. Get to know each other. Learn. Make new contacts in obscure corners of the galaxy – you’re going to need all the friends you can get to survive whats coming. A good way to work with a partner is to use the BoingBoing Private Message system, which can be accessed by clicking o the icon/avatar/ little picture doohickey next to each trader’s post and the clicking the blue “Private Message” box.
For those who can’t find a partner, I’ll happily take folks along with me on Thursday. I’ll post a trip description later.
We look forward to your stories when the two of you (or more) re-appear at Duck’s, the Inflatable Bar, or some even more fabulous bar we don’t even know about yet.
Remember:
Enjoy Today. Make Money. Stay Alive.
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“Now, Madame, I must inform you that the drink is courtesy of another gentleman, an excellent bonhomme, strong and courageous and vaillant, yet oddly shy around ladies! Why,” Jacques kicks back in his chair and pushes back his cap, glancing about the room. “the great fellow with the handsome beard and the bow-tie! Ah, he even dresses finely in an establishment such as this.”
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“Captain” Jacques Malchance
The Entropy
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When Madame Basehart glanced over she saw that Browf and Mamma had been conversing quietly in the corner. Appearing to come to an agreement they nodded, settled their bill with Duck and stepped outside…
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Noticing that Madame Basehart notices Browf and Mamma, Quirky Kumquat slinkily slithers into the seat next to her.
Quirky: “The wreck of The Hesperus. It’s just floating out there in the Big-Ass Asteroid Belt, just waiting for someone to swing by and pluck that sweet Sqwawkulon Music Drive out of her console. Two enterprising lizards oughta be able to pull that off, what say? Scoot back here and upload some proper Sqwawkulon jams to the JukeBot here? Waddaya say?”
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Honestly!
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I might want to suggest to people to set your notification status to “Watching” so you actually get all updates, as opposed to mentions and likes. I was wondering why nothing was going on…
This bodes not well for the flight-plan of the Not Worthy of Acknowledgement.
You… uh… weren’t too attached to that particular bay window, were you? Uh, here, let me patch it up with some space-wax. There you go, good-as-new, and twice as hexagonal. That’s twelve times better! Which ought to take care of my tab, eh?
Anyhoo… <buzzes distractedly>
Can I have some isopentyl acetate on the rocks? Barring that, a sniffer of smoke, I suppose. If I can’t wake up, I can go on the nod… Thank goodness I brought my smoking jacket.
I like to think I look something like a mix of the former and the latter; my ex-queen says its more like the one in the middle. Whatever. She doesn’t have a hive any more, now, does she!
Neither do I, for that matter.
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Hmmmm, lemme think about that a minute…
[ponder, ponder, ponder]
Yup, let’s ditch this antler party and steal salvage some tunes!
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Quirky: We’re outta here. (Goes to portal. Pauses. Flicks tail.) All right, whichever one of you milk-drinkers is piloting that garlic-press looking job, you’re blocking in The Somewhat Broken Heart. Move it, or I shall leave a sternly worded note tucked under your forward sensor array."
Captain Madame Richard Basehart and I are off to the Big-Ass Asteroid Belt, in search of the derelict Hesperus!
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Aw, c’mon – I’ll front you guys some smoke!
It sure is a sausage party in here, though.
<has some more smoke…>
Sausage. Sausages. Sausage. Heh. Saaaaaaauuuuuuuusaaaaaaagggggge!
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssaaaaaaawww
SAGES
You’re a clank right – I can call you that 'cuz were buddies, right, sharing smoooooooooooke - okay? And you like all these compuwhatsit things, doncha? Bleep boop bleeepy bleep?
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pew pew pew sausages
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I’ve also taken up the practice of including name and a link to my registration on my posts. Having to dig through the registration thread for specific users to figure out who’s what is a pain.
A CLANK?!
Them’s fightin’ words!
When I come back from the Big-Ass asteroid belt, you and I are gonna have a little chat about NAMES, mister. Harrumph!
~slams ship door and blasts off~
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Gap finished his drink, and quietly exited the bar.
What was Falkayn’s game, Gap wondered. He didn’t play well with others.
Loner, lone gunman – get it? That was the whole point. 'sides, less ways to split the pot that way.
Whatever. With a few days to kill, the Moral Flexibility was going on the hunt. Bounty hunting wasn’t really Gap’s first love, but it was always good to keep your eye in. Shake off the old cobwebs.
He fired up the manoeuvering thrusters, pulled out of the docking bay at Duck’s Pond, set the Warrant Scanner to look for anyone stupid enough to be wandering around this quadrant of space with a price on their head, and cruised out into the asteroids.
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