Jolene seeks the nearest gas & O2 station to get that out of the way, just in case we have to make a fast exit. She'll also hold her bladder until a nice diner afterwards, just in time for our lunch. Peeing at a gas station... shakes head, ladies try not to.

Blinov goes along, waiting to see what happens.

Jolene wonders about any of her extended kinfolk around this here parts.

Also feeling a bit peckish after 5 hours of driving. Will test Denny on where's a good place to eat: good food, fewer listening ears, and not too greasy a spoon. Would be nice to catch up on our planned doings, and listen in on any local Jessup dome doings.

( OOC ) Hey guys I've had some family issues come up, and I'll be taking some time off...Sorry

[shoot, well I hope things get better Rookie.]

Blinov sticks to Jo and suggests the Heathen Eyes for its excellent gonchongs (future food, it's hard to describe, kind of like a demonically possessed black and white photo in food form) and contemplative atmosphere.

The Oxygen Store (yes, it's called just that) is a clean little place on the way to the Heathen Eyes. The clerk is dressed in a crisp silver-white jumpsuit, and greets you happily from the back of the room as you enter. As she gets closer, her expression sours, as if she can smell Q-Town on you. When you inquire about O2 refills, her expression brightens once more.

"Two-hundred-and-fifty credits per tank," she cheerily informs you. A bit steeper than O2 in Q-Town, but these are Jessup prices, after all.

Jolene:
You do recall that a well-to-do branch of the family tree lives in Jessup: the Lewistons, children of your mother's cousin. They have a reputation as rather aggressive and unscrupulous businessmen. You haven't kept in touch, and don't know if they're in NME's pocket or maintaining their independent enterprise.

Blinov:
The gonchongs at Heathen Eyes are indeed legendary! And perhaps if you're lucky the establishment's eponymous owner will make an appearance. But the rumors about him…they couldn't be true, could they?

Denny:
You take leave of the group for a bit to look around your old haunts, looking for familiar faces, and intend to join up Jojo and Blinov later.

What rumors?

Blinov:
Hmm, it could be nothing...street kids in Q-Town once told you about the rich old lunatic in Jessup who bought his way into high society--bought his way in with little mind-tricks like knowing when to bet on the right hovercar at the track. What and whence he was before coming to Qetesh, no one seems to know.

Yeah, we gotta check that place out.

Assuming you pay the requisite refill fees, the Oxygen Store's silver-suited attendant forces a smile and sends you on your way.

You make your way to Heathen Eyes, a circular building near Jessup's amphitheater. It's not quite so active this early in the day, but there are a few regulars scattered around the bar.


The bartender is a stylishly coiffed young man with a wide smile (his hair flips up like a frozen yogurt!). He gives you a cursory glance as you enter. There is light piano music playing from somewhere in the room, but no sign of a piano.

Blinov nudges Jo to take a seat from which people-watching will be easy.

"Well, I never! Outright robbery oxygen prices! Next time we're loading that flat bed with extra O2 tanks."

"Wha?... Oh fine, Blinov. Some hoity toity place and me not a chance to be done up. What's next? Eating discolored swirly lumps of mystery? Hope at least you're payin'."

You find a nice spot along the wall near the corner, with a perfect view of the room. There are mostly well-dressed patrons, a few less-so. You can tell that only select segments of Jessup's rich populace drink and dine here.

A small, nondescript man sits at the table nearest the bar playing a game of chance with an attractive woman with long jetblack hair. The woman is all long curves from head to toe, including her plump limps and half-moon scar on her left cheek. The little man is growing aggravated--he's losing to the woman by a hefty sum. She laughs musically--she obviously doesn't care about the outcome of such a game.

A tall, bald gentleman sits at a secluded table, unaccompanied by anyone. He is a thick, apelike frame stuffed into a fine suit. As out-of-place as he looks, he seems quite comfortable as he sips some smoking liquid. When looks up to scan the room briefly, his eyes are a solid glowing color, a sickly green-white.

A well-armed man fat man approaches the young bartender, ordering some concoction you've never heard of. He has a trimmed beard and a wide belt full of weapons. He makes a snide remark about some of the more shabbily-dressed clientele and laughs obnoxiously at his own joke.

Blinov surreptitiously focuses his attention on the tall bald man.

Denny

Denny meets up with Blinov outside the Heathen Eyes..

"Hey guys, I was just checking on some of my old accquaintences here in Jessup "

OOC: Does Denny know what the Rumor's are about the owner? and does he recognize any of the current patrons? How big of a population is Jessup?