Leif's DISCONTINUED GURPS Traveller Game -- IC01

[Scotley]

Spider shifts nervously and huddles in conspiratorially. "Um guys, maybe we should keep a lower profile. I'm beginning to suspect that this whole Trotherias illness could have have been engineered by people in the sheep industry. We don't want to make too many waves given the strict limits on weaponry down here."

OOC: Anything productive come from Gruffle's number crunching?

 

[Insight]

Spider shifts nervously and huddles in conspiratorially. "Um guys, maybe we should keep a lower profile. I'm beginning to suspect that this whole Trotherias illness could have have been engineered by people in the sheep industry. We don't want to make too many waves given the strict limits on weaponry down here."

OOC: Anything productive come from Gruffle's number crunching?

OOC: That's what the Holdout skill is for!

 

[Shayuri]

Zoe looks up from where she's examining the weather info that Gruffle passed on to her to give Spider an annoyed look. If she was this sour and negative in the Consulate, the Tavrchedl' must have had a branch office in her family holding.

"One, even if you're right, what can we do about it?"

She grinned. "Second, who cares? This is a local affair. No one's paying us to solve their health problems."

 

[Insight]

Doc calls everyone on their individual comm units. "All right, folks. Things are looking up. I'll have some time to explain real soon, but I'd hazard to say that we're looking at a real nice payday. Just be patient, stick around on this mudball for a little while longer, and it'll be worth your while."

"Meet me at the hospital bar in an hour. I'll be able to explain more then. Can you believe they have a bar inside the hospital? You'd have thought I designed the place!"

 

[grufflehead]

Once the doc has relayed his message, Gruffle decided now might be a good time to send his holocard home, just in case things got busy later. He got up and stood in the queue for the information window; when he reached the counter he asked the woman 'excuse me, do you have a terminal where I can transmit this? Oh, and I need to make a cred transfer at the same time', while holding up his card. He followed her instructions for sending the card to his mother along with a few creds (making sure to leave himself enough to get by for a few days), thanked her, and paid the fee. Checking the balance on his card, he hoped the Doc was right about making some money on this trip - as usual he was running low, and he hated the idea of having to borrow money from any of the others.

Instead of going back to sit beside Spider, he paced idly up and down a couple of times, before stopping in front of the information board and having a quick scan over some of the items on there. With nothing of interest, he finally went back to his seat, where he took out his f-Audio unit, and tuned back into some of Yondal Sinoporkosian's soothing tones...

 

[Leif]

...Meanwhile, back with the medicos at Centry General....

Doc Hannigan wanders into an area that vaguely resembles a pharmacy. Some ditzy nurse in polka dot scrubs, recognizes the irritated gaze, "Yes, Doctor, may I be of some assistance? You must have just arrived from the 'links.' Here, let me help you to find some scrubs."

Everybody - See OOC Thread if you haven't already

 

[Leif]

INSERT HARD RETURN HERE. The game will be re-started in due course at a place/time/situation to be named later.

 

[Leif]

Still on Centry, Da**it!

Gruffle, Zoe, and Spider, being bored out of their skulls on this nowhere rock, wander into the nicest bar in the Starport, looking to drown a sorrow or two while Doc Hannigan is off doing his thing at Centry General Hospital. He said he'd be awhile, and you should 'amuse yourselves' in the meantime. The only other denizen of the barroom is a striking young Solomani lady, sitting alone at a table and seemingly drowing a sorrow or two herself, but it seems, perhaps that her sorrows have learned to swim? Zoe takes little notice of her, but Spider can look at little else, and Gruffle keeps hoping that she'll stand up so he can hump her leg.

 

[Insight]

Whether she notices the stares or not, the mystery woman in black leather seems content on nursing her drink, apparently heedless to the mounting interest in her throughout the room. Maybe she's used to it. Maybe she just doesn't care. Maybe she uses this to her advantage.

A man walks in. A local. He looks like a businessman. The mystery woman shifts slightly as the local approaches. He seems nervous. Out of place. He nervously holds a package wrapped in plain paper. The man slides the package onto the table. He says something to the mystery woman. She slides some credits his way. The local skitters out of the bar.

The woman in black leather produces a small knife and deftly opens the paper package. Inside is a white, cardboard box. It bears off-world markings. She carefully opens the box. From within, the woman withdraws a pair of crystal wine glasses. They appear to be quite expensive, for a refined palate. The mystery woman puts the wine glasses back in the box and closes it.

The woman summons a barmaid and orders another drink. Her own drink is still half-full. She shoots Spider a "come hither" look and pats the stool next to her.

 

[Leif]

OOC: Spider (Scotley) previously said that he may not be able to post much during the week this week. Guess we'll see. I was insanely busy today, and will be so again tomorrow. I may not get a chance to post tomorrow, but will likely be back in the swing of things this Thursday. Surely (knock wood) by Friday.