Damn, That’s A Good
Wiener!
Small Fast Food Restaurant /
Azeem Delgado, Owner / No Bias
Azeem spent many years traveling
vast lands before finally deciding, at age 87, he had created the ultimate
hotdog. And he did. The things were great, and people flocked to the tiny
restaurant to receive a 10 nuyen footlong hotdog in a napkin. No bun, no
condiments and only the one napkin. Why Azeem decided upon this is
focused, but wacko, as he felt the hotdog was good enough to stand alone
and pure against the tyrant of big business ketchup, mustard and relish.
Despite these self-realized mental issues, Azeem insists that he be the
one to go back into the vault and grab the ingredients that he personally
mixed and then bring them out to the…fuck..I don’t know…”wienierator”?
Anyway, when Azeem or his mind goes, so does the business.
Azeem Delgado
Archetype: Human Restaurant Owner
So paranoid that the vault that
holds his master ingredients is bank grade (and has 2 easily irritated
trolls guarding it at all times), Azeem’s nearing mental collapse is
eclipsed by the absolute, searing rage he feels towards the many condiment
based businesses that have sprung up around his establishment. It’s not a
bad idea, despite the fact that Azeem would never sell you a wiener again
if he still retained his full memory functions, which he most definitely
does not. And once he loads up the ingredients for the day Azeem is off to
file lawsuits, scream outside of a condiment and bun establishment, or,
occasionally hire gang members and even runners to rough up the offending
businesses. But they stay in it. Just like that sweet wiener money, that
bun money is hard to let go of. (Jesus, I actually just typed that
sentence.)
Maximillian’s
Metals
Medium Store / Max Maximillian, Owner / No Bias
With over 40 individual safes in
an already secured modest sized storefront, Maximillian’s buys and sells
not just minerals, but also reagents and other exotic materials, gems and
stones. All are sold by the cubic millimeter, with some of the rarest
reagents fetching hundreds or even thousands of nuyen per measure. And
Maximillian doesn’t even gouge. You can expect a fair payment/price for
whatever your transaction involves; Not the best, not the worst, and no
negotiations. Buried at the end of a winding alleyway, even getting in the
door is an ordeal as the customer is locked in an ‘airlock’ of sorts while
they’re scanned, sniffed and otherwise examined for weapons, explosives
and the like. You’re actually allowed to have it all in the store,
however, as the exercise is more to alert off-site security that they may
need to fire up some of the sentry guns hidden throughout the location.
The layout itself is much like a museum, with all but the rarest materials
on display in everything-proof transparent safes. Maximillian has also
insured that his small staff is all magically capable, sort of a boring
job, but with great pay.
Max Maximillian
Archetype: Human Store Owner
Cursed, in his mind, with
mundanity, Max long sought out a way for him to be involved in the magical
world, finally landing on the acquisition of minerals, reagents and other
rarities. In addition to travelling the world himself, Max will often send
some of his staff to handle the light work, because it gets them in the
sunlight, gets them some training and prevents them from being bored to
absolute fucking death by staring at tiny little cubes all day. Stoic and
to the point, it’s not that Max lacks a sense of humor, it’s just that
he’s set his standards unreasonably high considering the number one stream
in the UCAS right now is the Butt Network. Max will always give you a
fair, no nonsense deal or trade, and he’s about reached the end of his
rope when it comes to people trying to negotiate anyway. |