> >> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of
> >> people trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store
> >> away in the low berths.
> >>
> >> The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by
> >> Paris. The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you
> >> got going low and what's the buy in for the low lottery?"
> >>
> >>
> >> Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they
> >> never *did* such things, so this is his first experience
> >> with one. Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar.
> >> The low passengers bet on how many of their fellow low
> >> travellers will die.
> >
> > "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a
> > Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a
> > tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up."
> > She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee
> > length--and continues, "But while you're having your
> > physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he
> > will sanction one for this voyage."
> >
> > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the
> > captain...
>
>The Captain is in the cargo hold, counting out the coyns...no
>that's not right...:)...he's paying off a foreman, yeah,
>that's right! ;)
>
> > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in
> > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?"

"Yeah, we are, Paris.  However, since we've never lost one yet, if no one 
expires, the entire pot goes to the attending medic.  With those 
stipulations, sure."

Krikor