> >>> "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab;
> >>> she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway
> >>> support frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship
> >>> rules, since we've never yet lost a single Lowberth
> >>> passenger, is that arrival without passenger loss, the
> >>> pot reverts to the attending physician." She gave him
> >>> a smile and pulled out her PDA. "Cash or immediate card
> >>> debit?"
> >>
> >> "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he
> >> grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?"
> >
> > "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out of
> > each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the pot, no
> > winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the creds with
> > leftover funds the cash going back into the ship's funds."
> > She shrugged. "We play with the house to make a little coyn
> > in 'worst case'," the woman said.
>
> "Done and done!" the man says taking credits from a small bag
> he wears at his waist, "You want me to 'sign the book' or will
> a thumb print do?"
Paris took his creds, tucking them quickly--after verifying count--into an inside pocket of her blouse; she annotated on her PDA, "Libby, 10Cr Cash, 1doa." She turned the screen and indicated a point with the stylus. "Thumb there, if you please."
<>
During this process, Paris is up and down with High and Med pax, ushering low pax in, settling the high pax...
...and setting up dinner...
...oh...
...and cornering Bart, package in hand. "Bart, since you'll be in close proximity with the passengers," she said, "I'd like you to wear this when going upstairs--its...a uniform."
Inside the package is a light blue, almost pastel, jumpsuit, broad across the shoulders, it would fit, and might need a bit of tailoring--but not much.
And it has lots of pockets.
