A Wretched Hive of Gambling and Explosions [Open]

[cityship]

For those looking hard enough, the black market on XaXing shouldn't be too incredibly difficult to find - just look for the section of town where people don't look excited to be trading. Everyone in this little section of the market either looks like they just got away with a murder and need to keep glancing over their shoulders, or like they're about to get lined up for an execution. The more experienced traders here are clearly more at ease and looking as casual as possible, but there's still a distinct tension in the air.

An alien clearly designated as a police officer gazes down the street but, after a shopkeeper passes him and discretely slips some contraband into his hand, keeps walking.

An Iskoort and a human man dressed in black are relaxing outside the door to a store titled "Merchandiser, Brother of Hood Ornament Seller, Offers Exotic and Tantalizing Goods from the Far Corners of the Galaxy!". Under that sign, a few more signs detail how no background checks, down payments, identifications or collaterals are necessary. From inside the building, the sounds of a scuffle are audible, followed by the sound of someone choking.

The man in the doorway taps his cane against the window. "Keep it down in there!"

The Iskoort, Merchandiser, looks around a bit skittishly. {If you would allow me to purchase a sample of your superpowers, I could incinerate the body. I would pay a very reasonable price.}

"And leave nothing for your Mortician's Guild to clean up? Hardly."

Across the street, the shop that supposedly sells cactus extracts, but secretly specializes in drugs and hit contracts, lowers their blinds a few inches.


(( OOC: Here, have a criminal underworld! Feel free to tag in and run into other crew members ("what are you doing looking at faerie slaves?"), or into one of the underworld gurus here. If you want one of my NPCs to tag you, just put it in your post title. NPCs are Merchandiser and Dark Thomas Casey. ))

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[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

Its not a terrible deal, and 110 hours of sex and illegal violence isn't hard. That's just a good couple months some of the time back home. Most people would balk at the left hand, but really, what does he care? It'll grow back, and its not like he hasn't lost organs and bodyparts before. The removal wouldn't be as bad as the kidney had been.

Still, this is a merchant, so he has to negotiate a little, and get what he can out of it.

"I've got that, but if you want that many movies worth, you'll have to sweeten your end. Throw in the recipe for Southern Comfort... its a type of fruit and spice whiskey... sure, that'd involve selling corporate secrets, but I bet you can get that, resourceful guys like you... if you can get that, you've got a deal and I'll throw in a free orgy memory, provided all the training materials pass inspection."

He's pretty sure, if he gets the formula, Howard could duplicate something like it.

[cityship]

"Whiskey, eh? I'm sure we can manage to find the company secret. You're not the only one who's been involved in corporate theft." Dark Thomas grins. "That's a pretty acceptable deal, isn't it, Merchandiser?"

The Iskoort looks practically apoplectic.

Dark Thomas scrawls an address into a notepad and gives it to Chase. "We'll do all the exchanges tomorrow, once we have the recipe you're looking for. It wouldn't do to have us meet any more than necessary, and we like to do everything at once. You have our word that we'll be there."

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

Chase looks between the two, then nods. "Specific whiskey, remember the brand. Southern Comfort - the 100 proof is preferred, but I'll take whichever. I'll be there." he agrees - right after he has someone he trusts discretely read the address for him, and makes sure he has someone on backup, just in case. He's pretty sure this is a good enough echange for them that they'll keep their end.

"See you there, and nice doing business with you."