The party members awaken at a reasonable hour and meet up over breakfast. They discuss their plans for the day.
Firstly they decided to head back to Hortalez et Cie in order that Stian can cash in his four ship shares at the bank in order to become a part owner of Unguin’s Princess. They head over there immediately after breakfast is finished and spend the rest of the day filling in the paperwork. Once it is all completed, the Bank Manager shakes Stian by the hand and congratulates him on his purchase.
Once that is completed, they realize that they had better try again to find some way on board the Overbluff’s airship as there is now less than 24 hours until departure.
They head back to the field where the airship’s are moored, but find that little has changed since they were there the previous day – there still appears to be no easy way onboard. Instead the party members ask around, looking for more information. They discover that there is another big party tonight at the Cobra Cabana and hope that they have more luck than the previous evening in making some connections there.
Running out of leads now, they head back to the motel and spend a leisurely afternoon there before getting dressed up again in order to go out.
Max had spent the day looking for buyers for the trade goods while the others continued their investigations. He managed to get a decent price for both the diesel and the two mining vehicles, swelling the party’s coffers by around Cr. 380,000 which he was happy enough with. He did not get a decent offer on the jet fuel though and says that he will try again to sell it after they have finished with the airship investigation.
There’s just enough time for a swift one at the bar before it’s time to head back to the Cobra Cabana. Once again there are long lines to get into the party – longer than the previous day, in fact. Also as before,the bouncers are none too keen on letting the party members into the club until Max gives them a bung to let them in.
The party members once again start to mingle with the crowd in order to try and find some more clues. After a while making investigations, they learn that the Overbluff is holding a private party in the basement and get the password to join in with it.
They head on down and see that the party is fairly packed. They look around to see if they can see the Overbluff, but can’t find him. Either he is not there or is very well-disguised. They spend a couple of hours at the party and are just about to give up when Taeva gets in conversation with a rather ill-looking playboy who is also about to head off. The playboy tells her that he has tickets for the race for himself and several of his retainers, but he is feeling very rough and so thinks that he will have to cancel. He offers to sell them to the party members for Cr. 1000 each. Still a little wary after nearly falling for the fake tickets the previous evening, Taeva asks Max if he can check them. Max is talking to a girl and is not that happy at being interrupted until Taeva throws him one of her scowls, at which point he reluctantly comes over to take a look at them.
He checks them carefully and nods:
“Yeah, they’re kosher,” he agrees, and pays the man for the tickets.
He then quickly heads back to try and resume his conversation with the girl, only to find that she has gone.
With the race starting at 8.00am, the party members decide to head off in order to get some sleep and then to check out of the motel in plenty of time.
Max takes some persuading at coming along with them, but eventually agrees as he still can’t find the girl.
He is very sullen on the cab ride back to the hotel. Autumn tells him to get over her:
“What was so special about her anyway?” Autumn asks.
“Her name was Lola,” Max sighs. “She was a showgirl. With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. At the Cobra, Cobra Cabana.”
“Oh I saw her yes. Fairly convincing for a Transvestite,” says Taeva with a glint of malicious amusement. “I didn’t realise you swung both ways Max but you live and learn.”
“Bollocks was she,” Max replies grumpily. “I checked. She let me cop a feel.”
“With Max’s…er…enhancements, there’s enough to satisfy both sexes! He could probably roger a barnyard full of animals to boot and never get fatigued. Why, I happen to have a copy of his cyberAug statistics right here, just in case I need to perform field repairs, and did you know he can…” as Grim reads down the spec sheet everyone gets more and more disgusted until Max breaks in,
“Enough you bloody wanker! Even I don’t want to know all the gory details!”
“Ah yes” interjects Grim “That brings us to section 4.2a. Did you know that wanking with the ‘firehose’ setting on high can lead to severe dehydration?”
“Well, at least we found out why there’s a year’s supply of electrolyte tabs in the cargo bay,” says Stian.
“So now I now why the robojanitor’s mop keeps getting so gunged up so we have to replace it every month,” laughs Autumn, wrinkling up her nose. “Gross.”
“Oh just fack off the lot of you,” Max shouts back at them.
He sulks all the way back to the motel, where everyone heads off straight to bed.