Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
DATE: 78, throughout the day
CHARACTER(S): Rock/mynameisrock, probably Revy two_nine_mm, anyone interested
STATUS: OPEN!
SUMMARY: Black market alcohol. You know you want it.
LOCATION: Cabin 413
[Note: One person, one thread]
When Bob proved not to be upset with them stealing Deadpool's stash and using it to continue his business of selling it to anyone who wanted a drink without going through the council or waiting for a party, Rock started to feel a bit better about the whole thing. Capitalism would thrive no matter what as long as there was a willing market. It seemed like the market had just arrived with the crew of that other ship.
Rock organized everything by type to make it easier for people to find their drink of choice and sat on the bed. The church had an ID reader that doubled as a device to transfer credits for donations; Rock had simply redirected the flow for the moment to put the money into either his or Revy's accounts. They'd shown him how to do it and he'd return the device once he was done with it. So it wasn't stealing. Not really.
With everything set in place, he sat on the bed and wished for a cigarette. Revy had work to do, which left him here to handle business.
CHARACTER(S): Rock/mynameisrock, probably Revy two_nine_mm, anyone interested
STATUS: OPEN!
SUMMARY: Black market alcohol. You know you want it.
LOCATION: Cabin 413
[Note: One person, one thread]
When Bob proved not to be upset with them stealing Deadpool's stash and using it to continue his business of selling it to anyone who wanted a drink without going through the council or waiting for a party, Rock started to feel a bit better about the whole thing. Capitalism would thrive no matter what as long as there was a willing market. It seemed like the market had just arrived with the crew of that other ship.
Rock organized everything by type to make it easier for people to find their drink of choice and sat on the bed. The church had an ID reader that doubled as a device to transfer credits for donations; Rock had simply redirected the flow for the moment to put the money into either his or Revy's accounts. They'd shown him how to do it and he'd return the device once he was done with it. So it wasn't stealing. Not really.
With everything set in place, he sat on the bed and wished for a cigarette. Revy had work to do, which left him here to handle business.