<b>Spook<br/>
</b><br/>The place was a bit nicer than most Spook had known. Benefit of being close to a way up, she might have supposed. It wasn't uncommon for there to be a few of them employees rolling on down into the dirt to get a little somethin' they couldn't get up their in<i>civilized</i>world. Flanking the bar were a couple of foe-wood carvings, beat up and worn down. One of them, tentacled sea monster, its tendrils reaching around the display of glass bottle to wrap around a naked maiden, standing with her arms raised, hair flowing around her. Golden light glowed above her, accented with oranges that bathed the place.<br/><br/>The man down the bar sat on his stool, staring at Spook. He only had one eye, cybernetic, a glowing red dot in its center. Spook could see the protrusion of what she figured was a weapon beneath the long black coat he wore. In a corner booth, two people carried out a clandestine discussion, all hush hush. Funny how trying not to be noticed made you stick out.<br/><br/>The barman gave Spook a sardonic look. "Sure. Got a fountain that's great for pictures. And don't miss the gift shop around the corner. It's great for the kids."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>