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[After taking two weeks to familiarize himself with the city, Majima doesn't feel all that much less out of his depth than he did when he got there. He's memorized some of the streets and alleys, learned some local lingo, and most importantly, started to scout out some of the clubs in the entertainment district. If he doesn't get a job to occupy himself soon, he's going to go nuts.

He's got some ideas of where to look, but some of the clubs seem a bit more... permissive than he's used to. Majima doesn't quite get the network stuff yet, but it seems like a good place to poll for info.]

So has anyone out there found some decent places to go drinkin' yet? 'Cause if they need bouncers, seems like a good enough way to pay rent eventually.

[His ambitions are slightly higher than that, but always a good way to get a foot in the door if you know how to kick people out of it.]

And I wouldn't mind knowin' what's the closest thing this planet's got to whiskey, either.

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I'm getting that impression. [ the worth trying one — though dutch has a pretty solid tolerance for alcohol, given how regularly she drinks. ]

Any luck finding it yet?

Best thing I've got is whatever the hell they had at the outpost, though that felt more like three shots of it laced with somethin'. Ain't exactly a sippin' drink.

[A pause.]

Not half bad, though.

I had a drink at the outpost. [ or five. ] Didn't taste like anything I knew.

So what do you know?

[Might be good to figure out other people's tastes if he wants to sneak his way into management.

That's the professional sounding excuse-- he just doesn't want to believe in world without booze.]

Hokk, of course. The closest I've found to it is called wine here, apparently. Algae brew.

That sounds fuckin' awful.

[And yet, he's intrigued.]

I mean, not huge on wine myself, so that don't mean much. But algae?

Don't knock the brew.

[ it sounds perfectly reasonable. ] Closest I've found here to it is beer.

[He laughs.]

Didn't say I wouldn't give it a shot. Just sounds like some pirate shit. [He gets enough cracks about that without drinking grog.]

Beer's okay on the cheap. Gotta throw back a lot of it, though.

Space pirate shit, if anything.

[ bounty hunters, more accurately, but. close enough. ]

[A tsk.] How many people around here think space travel is normal? Makes the rest of us look like dumbasses.

No clue. Why don't you ask for a head count next?

From the voices up there? Can't say I want them diggin' around my brain more than they already have.

I was thinking on the network.

I barely got this question up in one piece. I'm sure someone nosy'll get around to it.

Not used to the tech?

Mobile phones get carried around in heavy ass bags where I'm from.

[Volunteered begrudgingly. This isn't helping him feel less like an idiot.]

At least we got proper electricity.

And you have to call them mobile phones instead of just phones. Old school.

[ but hey, it's not your fault. ]

Well, you gotta differentiate from pay phones.

[This poor boy]

Right.

[ it still isn't his fault, but note the heavy sarcasm. ] Well, we all gotta learn new shit here.

[He doesn't even want to know how dated he is.]

Well what's new for you, besides the booze?

[ dutch probably couldn't tell him, anyway. not specifically. ]

All the magic's a change.

[There's definitely a groan that moves away from the receiver.]

Doesn't help when they act like it's no big deal.

Guess it's not. To them.

And guess we're not allowed to act like it is to us.

Not if you're obvious about it. [ or want to get in trouble, she figures. ]

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