Topic: Donut Czar Us - Deck 3

A popular Donut Shop, operated by the Petrovich family. A mainstay for beginning retail work for young people on the Skyplex. Known for its famous glazed cream-filled  donuts and a wicked strong cup of coffee, it is open late and attracts all ages.

A popular Plexie hangout and rumored to have ties to the Slavic underworld.

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It was dead. Boringly dead. The dark haired teenager drummed her palms on the counter as she eagerly watched the clock. Natalya was beyond ready to be done with her shift. Thankfully she didn't have to close and could venture out without having to sneak out. She gave the counter-top a final beat, blew and popped a bubble of her gum. “That's it. I'm out.” Natalya tossed the crappy uniform ball cap on a shelf and grabbed her green hoodie. Which she immediately tugged on. “Laters, biatches.” Words she tossed over her shoulder as she headed out of the shop.

Natalya

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Yuri shook his head as Natalya bolted from her post behind the counter. She may be his third cousin, and he was working for her father, his "uncle", but he thought she should be fired. Of course it would never happen, the little czarina had her father wrapped around her finger. If he tried half what she got away with, he would be without a job and get a vicious beating from his father for disrespecting the family. So he just gave a reserved exhalation and waved as she darted out of the shop, and lowered another batch of donuts into the fryer.

It was a between shifts time period, had they been on a planet, it might be called night, technically the station was in high orbit above Greenleaf, they shot around the planet a dozen times a day, so night was when you said it was. To be considerate the station dimmed the common area lights to keep some semblance of daily cycles for residents and visitors. So it was "evening" after the dinner rush and before late night drinkers crawled up from deck 5 with the munchies. Kids were still out, at least the kind with ambivalent intentions on their scholastic achievements. The arboretum on deck 3 was a common gathering place for youth like these, rather near the donut shop.

Zane Ryan was just one such youth. He leaned back against the bulkhead, half hidden in shadow, his green Hoodie blending him in even more. The smoldering cigarette he held up to his lips was the only beacon that made him stand out. As Natalya approached he threw out a familiar, " 'sup girl."

- GM

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Startled, the young girl squealed as she jumped, a delicate hand flying up ninja style before coming to rest on her chest. "Ta Ma Duh! ...Dude!" the word flung out of her mouth breathlessly. "Why you always gotta be like that? And don't you know that'll kill ya?" Natalya waved a hand the cigarette smoke. Giving up, she tugged the hoodie on, pulling her long hair from the back.

~Natalya

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"You wish chica." Zane teased back. "You got the moves, but you're all bark." He gave her a sly grin as he inhaled another drag from the cigarette. "Heading to the arcade, you coming?"
-Zane

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"Whateve's. Just 'cause you don't know if I bite, doesn't mean I don't." Natalya tossed out the retort. "Of course goofball. Just where do you think I was headed before you stopped me with that wretched smelling cigarette of yours." She grasped her throat in her hands, eyes rolling back in her head, "Sucking. up. the. oxygen." Natalya dropped the act, 'Put it out will ya? Got any booze?"

Natalya

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Zane shook his head at the young woman. "Whatever you say ma'am." He dropped the cigarette to the deck and stepped on it.  He bowed to her, gesturing for her to lead the way. The Emerald City arcade was only a short distance that would take them up to deck two.

"So how'd the shift go at the old donut shop? Your old man get on you for ditching out tonight?"
-Zane

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IC:

All good things must come to an end, although in this case good was relative and the only thing the teen behind the counter would call good at the moment was the fact that it was almost time for her shift to end. Natalya smiled as sickingly sweet as she could to the lady as she handed over the two dozen custom ordered doughnuts and blew a bubble with her gum as soon as the customer was out the door. The pop reverberated throughout the small shop as she propped herself up on the counter with her elbows. She was sure to hear about just how a job she had done, because that was all she was hearing lately from her parents. Business with the shop was still picking back up from where it had been before the Arc, but they still liked to tell her otherwise.

Natalya shifted, lifting her hat off her hair and sitting it back on her dyed black and blue hair crooked, “Hey Rico!” she tossed over her shoulder to the cook hiding in the back, “Think anyone would notice if we closed early?” She turned then, her eyes seeking and finding his as he peered through the little window, “Yeah,” her voice was wistful, “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

She turned her head back towards the front, at the same time the door opened, and the little bell jingled. Natalya straightened and plastered her fake friendly smile on her lips, “Welcome to Donut’s Czar Us, the best pastries on the plex.”

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The lights of deck three had been dimmed, indicating the night shift was active. Still plenty of light to see by, but dim enough to evoke a feeling of a solar day, or night as it was. In truth it really mattered little to Scarlett, her world was swirling in its own darkness brought on by depression and liquor. Her hand still held what remained of the bottle of Londonium, mostly empty at this time. Dolph had agreed to let her have it if she in turn agreed to go home and sleep off the stupor she had drank herself into. She didn't quite agreeing to his terms, it was more of a giggle that had come out of her. But here she was, stumbling her way through the corridors she knew so well... too well. Her legs steered her to places her mind wasn't paying attention to. It had other things to work out, like why her legs felt so slushy, who let all the bats onto a space station and the condemning words of the Alliance Magistrate... relieved of duty.

Well, that was just gorram fantastic. She had given her life to this station, and some pencil pushing core sycophant just fired her. A sychophony of mandarin expletives filled her alcohol soaked mind. Her lawyer had managed to negotiate her keeping a position on the fuel docks instead of straight launching her butt out an airlock. She did bring the Alliance the gorram hulk of the Ark floating just off the station. I guess they thought this made them even. The ridiculous part was the fee Alliance stooges hadn't dismantled her "illegal" missile system. Turns out it improved security for the priceless prize she had given them in the ark. Fine! So she was pumping gas again. She hadn't worked that detail since she was 19.

She took another swig from the whisky bottle. In the blur surrounding her she felt herself stagger into a door. "Welcome to Donut’s Czar Us, the best pastries on the plex." a voice in the haze called out the phrase she could remember herself saying. ".. best pastries on the plex..." she mumbled in response. She squinted her eyes trying to focus through the whiskey. Same lights, same colors... same smell... "Aw in all the gorram hells! Donut Czar!"

-Scarlett