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

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Her fake, made for work, smile quickly turned into a snicker as she realized just who had strolled in. Although it kind of looked to Natalya that stumbled was more the case as Scarlett Wilson made her entrance. It didn’t take much, perusing to tell that the woman was completely and utterly shit-faced. And if one was not so observant, there was always the whiskey bottle she had in her hand.

Natalya straighten, her blue gaze quickly darting to the clock and back to the drunk woman, at least she knew where she was. And at least it was almost time to close. There wasn’t much she could do to find out how much whiskey was left in the bottle, but if she could somehow get it away from Scarlett then she could have the rest of it all to herself. No sharing. Or maybe she had more….

“Well, you’d be right.” Most days it did feel like gorram hell, but she couldn’t very well voice anything of the like, Rico ha d tendency to tell her parents about everything little thing she did. Or didn’t do, for that matter. “Maybe you’d like a sit down?” She could play nice if it meant she was gonna get some alcohol.

Natalya

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Scarlett starred into the blur that appeared to be speaking in front of her. She swore this deck was supposed to be twenty degrees cooler than she felt. Speaking of feeling, it appeared she was now sitting, a table or something seemed to be poking her in the chest. "Oooww!" She exclaimed, putting the 3/4 empty bottle of whiskey down on the table in front of her and rubbing her sore chest awkwardly.

The donut shop felt like it was slowly twisting clockwise. Scarlett laughed at herself. "This just figures.... This is where I started... I'm back bitches!" she suddenly called out, letting her head fall back against the padded back of the booth she somehow ended up in. She put a hand to her face. "My first job. Ya, got any applications? Seems I'm just the fillin' girl now." Her head dropped forward. "Ya all need topping off?" she said to no one in particular. 'Fill me up boys." She mumbled grabbing at the whiskey bottle and totally missing with a chuckle that rapidly morphed into a sob.

-Scarlett

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It hadn’t taken much to get the former dockmaster seated at one of the booths, the lady was beyond plastered. Something that Natalya knew would aid her in her attempt to get the bottle for herself. But it was going to be a bit tricky with Rico back there watching the scene like the hawk, or snitch, he was. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll get you a uniform and a spiffy hat to wear too.” Not that she was actually going to do it, but hell, if the lady wanted to drunkingly say random things, who was she to stop her?

“No, no….no.” Natalya quickly moved the bottle of whiskey from the woman’s reach before glancing over to see if Rico was still watching. And of course he would be. Who wouldn’t be watching this little scene if they could?

Natalya

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Scarlett's hand made a weak second attempt at the bottle Natalya had whisked away, before it returned to rub away the tears from her eyes. She drew her head down into her hands as her body heaved through a few sobs before looking up again, her makeup smearing beneath her eyes. "I've totally screwed up this time! Oh god! What am I gonna do?" She paused fighting back from crying. In her whisky soaked brain, she still managed the drive to rally a little bit of dignity.

"Sorry to bother you with all this Oksie. You've always been there. Damn, you remember that time we were stalking that guy from Dyton, what was his name.... you were all dressed up seductive like and we go around the corner, and there's your dad with your uncles and cousins ready to kick somebody's ass? Yeah, I'm that kind of screwed." She reached out for the bottle again. "Hey, you gonna pour some of that for me too or ya just keepin it for yourself?"
-Scarlett

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Natalya moved the bottle even further away from the lady's reach. First, it didn't look like she needed anymore and if she let Scarlet have more than that meant it would be less for her. And then what would be the point of her playing good Samaritan?

"Why don't I help you back to your quarters,  hmm?" Not that it was that big of a deal but she had to get Scarlett and the bottle out of the shop if she had any chance.... And then there it was. The former dockmaster thought she was her sister. And wow! Oksanna had done what, Natalya needed to know more. She tucked the whiskey bottle into her elbow, "don't move." and walked over to grab her bag. "Rico, I'm going to make sure Miss Wilson gets home safe." She didn't wait to see what kind of face he gave her or whether he believed her or not, she would find out eventually when he tattled on her.

Natalya walked back over to Scarlett, "Come on, let's get outta here." She waved the bottle for good measure. If the drunk lady thought she was her sister, then maybe she could get even more alcohol.

Natalya

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Scarlett found herself struggling to remain upright on shaky legs as Natalya left her to recover her purse. Considering the unpleasantries life had thrown at her of late, she felt curiously free from the encumberances of responsibility, fear and generally giving a damned about her precious station. She had the warm fuzzy glow of the whiskey promising everything was going to be alright.

Natalya walked back over shaking the bottle of joy in front of her. "Hey, ya gonna pour, pour. If not give it here." She said to Natalya as she started being wheeled out of the shop to the corridor outside. The air outside felt cooler than in the shop, likely from the deep fried the god forsaken donuts came out of. "Ya, know Ok sir, we should open our own place. Could certainly do better than your old man makes from just donuts. Ain't saying nothing else, we all got side businesses ya know. I'm just saying we could do good you and me." Scarlett laid over on Natalya's arm as they headed down the way. "You feel shorter...."
-Scarlett

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Kristina Steele found herself volunteering for more and more foot patrols with the incident of that Alliance idiot moving into the Security Offices, she hated answering to incompetents again and was reminded of the many many reasons why she left the military after the War, deciding that she might, take a break from her "harassment" of citizens as some less grateful people called her job. She made her way to Donut Czar Us, for a couple of sugary delicacies and a cup of black gold.

Spying the former station chief being stumbled out by a friend she quickened her pace and smirked at her.

"Station Chief" She started with.

-Kris

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