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Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Monday Afternoon and Evening

Quark had gotten word of Tex's little coup.

He decided staying indoors for the next... forever or so might be best for his health. So now, he simply sits back and relaxes behind the counter of the apartment lobby. He still doesn't have the holosuite up and running, but he'll bother Harper about that later. For now, it's a quiet afternoon between Quark and a bottle of Slug-O-Cola.

[ooc: Open for interaction, but mainly for the new basement resident.]

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Orlin comes in, "Heya Quark. When you going to give me work?" he asked, jokingly, "Thats why you hired me right?"

[[ooc: thats why I'm here, and Orlin can fix the holosuite...he's feeling like a useless slug. he has no job to do:( *laughs maniacally*]]

"Seek and ye shall find." Quark tosses a key at Orlin. "That'll get you into the room across the lobby with the holosuite equipment. If you can get it up and running by the end of the week, that'd be great."

Orlin catches the key and sighs. "It won't take a week." He grumbles. "Maybe two days if I take breaks and read some books." He grins, and considers sticking out his tounge, and then reconsiders. There are people in Africa who have their tounges tied and cannot stick out their tounges. ~~Think of the Africans!~~

"Take your time, don't want you to feel overworked and feel you need to sue for punitive working conditions." Quark gives a sly grin. "You making the adjustments to the new town well enough?"

"Suing for punitve working conditions?" Orlin said, being mock serious, "Thats a good idea. In fact, I better go file my complaint right now." He almost smiled, "By the way, can I play with the washing machines? Please?"

"Define play, and I'll think about it." Quark doesn't exactly have eyebrows to raise, so he tilts his head a little instead.

"Umm, make... better?" Orlin asked, hopefully. Oh, he had plans, he'd been thinking about this all day.

Quark tugs on his right lobe. "If you make it that much better, make sure to change it to charge more." Quark smiles. "Go ahead and do what you want. Just don't blow anything up."

Orlin almost did a little victory chance. "Thanks, uh... do I call you sir?"

"You do if you want me to sign your paycheck," Quark replies.

"Well then, Sir, thank you for letting me play with the laundry machine." He grinned broadly. "The holographic simulator device will be fixed by tomorrow morning."

Natalie arrived just after sunset, pausing just outside the door to the Mauvaise Chance Apartments. She looked once again at the address scrawled across the paper in her hand. Yep. This is it! Taking a deep breath, she headed up the sidewalk and entered the lobby.

Quark swings his feet off the counter and stands up. "I always know when I see a new face. You looking for an apartment, or are you lost?"

"Actually, I was told an apartment would be waiting for me," Natalie replied. She gave a nervous smile. "The arrangements were made sometime last week."

"You're the one who wanted the basement, correct?" Quark rifles through some paperwork quickly. "Can I get a name confirmation?"

Natalie sighed. She tried desperately not to stare at the strange, troll-like man who was apparently her new landlord. She'd certainly met stranger, but not that many more. "Yes, the basement. It should be for Lambert. Doctor Natalie Lambert."

"Lambert, got it. Everything taken care of." Quark slides a key across the counter. "You are aware there isn't any windows or anything down there, correct?"

"Yes, I know." She gave a rueful smile. "I've developed an allergy to the sun," she explained. "The lack of windows will make it easier for me."

There was a brief pause. "But everything else is finished out?"

"All especially for you," Quark says, scratching behind a lobe. "You have any problems, just find GIR and kick him until he does his job and fixes whatever is wrong."

Natalie furrows her brow. "GIR?"

"Little green fuzzy fella. He's the superintendant. If you hear somebody singing about tacos, that'd be him." Quark shrugs. "He does the job he's paid for, least I can expect."

"I'll keep my ears open."

She gave a bit of a chuckle. What kind of place was this? she wondered with a shake of her head. What kind of place have you sent me, Nick?

Her attention went back to Quark. "Is there a separate entrance? A way I can get in and out without disturbing anyone?"

"Not through the lobby, you mean?" Quark rubs the back of his head. "There's emergency exits on both the stairwells... I suppose I could have Orlin or Harper rig it so you can open and close one of them without setting off the alarm, but you'll have to give me a few days on that. Sure are paying enough to deserve that."

"Yeah, well... It's all part of my research grant." She paused. "Could we take a look at the basement?"

Quark glanced at his chair and then back at Natalie. "You really want me to show you around? It's all laid out just like you had arranged. Thankfully we have a sub-basement, so you're not sleeping in Chateau Le Boiler Room, if that's what you're worried about."

Natalie allowed a small flicker of a smile to flit across her lips. "No, you're right. If you're willing to turn over the keys, I suppose I'll go start settling in."

Quark points at the key he had slid across the counter earlier. "That'll get you into the basement and into your room. It's the only one on the level, so it's rather spacious."

"The size will be appreciated," Nat replied. In her hurry, she hadn't noticed the key. She shook herself mentally. Get it together, girl, she thought.

Reaching across the counter, she picked up the key. "Thank you, Mister...?" Nick had given her the address, but he had failed to tell her the name of the man she'd be dealing with.

"Quark. Just the one name. I live over in apartment one, so if you ever really need help and you can't find GIR, Orlin, or Harper, give me a knock and I'll see what I can do." He nods and smiles. "Glad to have a new tenant, Miss Lambert."

"Glad to have a new home...Quark." Natalie smiled. "Thank you." She waved her key and then made her way toward the stairs.

Orlin goes and opens the door, after he has gotten the tool box from his room that he put together special like. There will be soft strains of Footloose coming from the room, but no visible source of the music.

Orlin tinkers around, this really isn't difficult work. Although there are some chewed wires... is there mice or is it perhaps just melted plastic.

[[ooc: Quark you so totally forgot you now had Orlin didnt you, *sobs*]]

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Orlin Fixing Stuff for Quark aka "Sir"