CAMELOT - The Medieval Store

[Geert de heer]

Geert walked in.

Good day old boy he said to Goransson.
Your son how i know every well and he knows my to are not friends.
but when i was cleaning up i found something in my weapons collection.

M-9 PISTOL build in 1992 the second in her line.
Maybe you son would like it or maybe you.

[Brenda Jackson]

*At the entry of the shop, you could see a real, nice pretty woman without any uniform but only a tailored suit, a drak coat with a distinct insigna on it. She has Class. Not a normal young woman, but really a beautiful and particular person from the female gender. A bit more lisptick, she arranges her hair, she breathes (and her breast moves under her shirt) and she grabs her bag and her padd.
Brenda Jackson, she is. And she is Reporter at the Corporation News Network. What is she currently doing on this StarFleet Base, even so when the Corporation Members has deserted the Negociation Meeting? She's only doing her job. She's Reporter.
And she sighs, while she enters the Shop.*
///I hope this f$#*!ing indicator was right. Giving 100 Gold for more informations about this shop and his Director was a bit annoying. I hope this worths one article for the money it costs!///
*Then, she suddendly have a look at the insides of the Shop. And blinks.*
///Well, maybe it worths it, after all.///
*And, with her usual charming and desarming smile, she moves sensually in direction of the .... particular man busy with ... swords, it seemed.*
"Hello, everybody? How's life?"

[Enoch]

"Welcome, welcome, welcome to Camelot, the Medieval Store.  You can find everything you're looking for here, and if we don't have it, then surely we can find someone who does.  So how can I help you, sir?"

[Enoch]

"Thank you, and may the Celtic Cross give you the protection from the Goddess Ceridwen." Enoch bows at his first customer in respect.

[Hermes]

*The woman regards the figure, and then Martin.*
"Hmmm... A tempting offer indeed, but you're making it sound as if you're trying to get rid of it. How do I know this is no fake?"

[Will Karelia]

"That's perfect for me," Will says with a smile, as he signs the padd with his thumbprint. "The payment has been transferred to your account."

[Enoch]

"You're welcome, and drop by again soon!"

[Johnny Goransson]

Hm, I am looking for a birthday gift for my son. More presicely some kind of weapon from the medieval or 20th century, I think. His name is Tomas. Tomas Göransson, and is my son actually. He said something about a ship named Skytoucher in his last letter. Do you know what it is?

(Edited by Johnny Goransson at 11:00 pm on Nov. 7, 2002)

[Martin]

Martin looks horror shocked. when he speaks his scotish accent is more noticable

ME!? Selling a fake? I assure you lassie that all the items in this store are on hundred percent real and the age we tell you they are. why else would I be here on the frontier? Fine then ten bars of latinum if that proves to you that it is the real thing.

[Enoch]

*Enoch looks at the padd in surprise.*
"That went... fast. I don't think I've ever sold any ship this fast in my life. Customers usually even take more time than this, before they buy a tiny piece of antique, let alone a whole ship."
*He smiles.*
"My sale techniques must be improving. So, shall I show you the ship now? After all, you've just bought a ship that you haven't even seen yet. Let's hope for you it's not one piece of rust."
*He taps Karelia on the shoulder.*
"Don't worry, it's in perfect condition. I can't afford to sell a piece of rust at that price, I'd only lose customers that way."

[Enoch]

"But certainly.  If you look around carefully, you will see that have many different choices of what you may want.  And remember, if we don't have it, we can find someone who does!"