Ye Olde Dead Boar
Finch Bar Pup
Small Bar / Edward Simmons,
Owner / Strong Bias Against Men Under 70
Supporting an unusual clientele consisting almost exclusively elderly men
and female victims of domestic violence, The Pub is a quiet place of
safety, even though it doesn’t have a single bouncer at the door.
Everything about the Pub is designed to promote serenity, to the point
that any live entertainment may only play mellow music, and all music
except the most serene has been blocked on the digital jukebox. Nobody
causes any trouble at the bar because it is well known that the instigator
would not only face the cops, but also possible retribution from the
myriad of runners the owner, Edward Simmons, keeps as contacts. These
runners are also utilized, from time to time, to avenge acts of violence
against his female customers, but only by request.
Archetype: Dwarf Bartender
Simmons has seen many wars, and
when he returned from his military duties he vowed never to commit a
violent act again. This being said, Simmons has no problem with other
people committing violent acts as a favor or for pay. Simmons’ bar is a
low lit sanctuary filled with people who never got past Step 1 of AA. They
are career drunks, exclusively older men who have committed so many
fuckups it’s all their minds can remember. Through some undefinable quirk,
it also because the hangout of the abused, neglected and terrorized.
Hence, Simmons’ unofficial team of runners, whom he will occasionally
deploy to make any offenders keenly aware that causing pain is not without
consequence. Simmons never sends someone to outright kill another, with
beating the target to within an inch of their life being the ultimate
goal. Should the target decide to involve some hardware, Simmons’ proxy is
instructed to RUN.
Simmons himself is actually a
pretty tall dwarf, though he still has a kind of walkway behind the bar
that allows him to be elevated, while still allowing others working there
to operate normally without spending their shift hunched over. He normally
wears his old military camo jacket with all of the patches ripped off, and
he is completely bald, with the exception of a meter long ponytail that
sprouts from the dead center of the top of his head. In addition to your
customary back room, he also has a vault which serves as Simmons’ sleeping
quarters, and probably a lot more, but nobody’s sure because nobody but
Simmons has ever been inside.
Small (Gargantuan) Department
Store / Captain Doodad, Owner / No Bias
Need a widget? How about a thingy?
Or maybe a whatzit? Captain Doodad has just what you need! In fact,
Captain Doodad seems to have just about everything. This feat is achieved
because, underneath his rather modest sized store, there’s a leveled
basement over 15 stories deep equipped with racks of, well, just about
everything, and a team of service drones are ready to ferry up a requested
item at a moment’s notice. There is a catch: Captain Doodad doesn’t sell
anything with a Restricted or Forbidden availability, although you could
conceivably obtain each individual part required to build one, depending
on whether the Captain cuts you off or not. He is the establishment’s only
employee and the store is open nightly from 10 pm – 10 am.
Archetype: Ork Store Owner
A high strung Ork with long white
hair and X-Cyte’s trademark pinpoint pupils, Captain Doodad crashes every
night due to his amphetamine and other addictions. But a good night’s
sleep (and a cocktail of numerous other drugs) later, he’s back at the
helm, chipper, ready to help, and always armed with lollipops for the
kids. Even the most deprived street vermin recognizes Captain Doodad’s
store as ‘Sacred Ground’, and those few who didn’t needed to be cleaned up
with a squeegee. Legend has it that Captain Doodad has some kind of
experimental energy weapon built into his left cyberarm.