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Jul. 13th, 2005 04:07 pmTang's saloon in the town of Cluny on the colony world of Taschen is not much like Milliways, but it's bound to be a familiar sort of place to gunslingers and the crew of Serenity alike. Taschen is a farming world--dirt-farming, by and large--and the clientele of Tang's are mostly thirsty farmers and bone-weary ranchers looking for cheap synthetic alcohol and a quick trick upstairs with old-fashioned unregistered whores. A lot of the faces look the same; some of them possibly too much the same. The original colonial stock were descendants of people who might have at some point called themselves Scotch-Irish, when either of those place existed, with a generous speckling of Chinese and Indian.
They sit mostly clustered at dim tables; the bar is largely ignored. Kerosene lanterns do most of the lighting. A warped mirror is behind the bar; it lets everybody know what they'd look like if they were drowned. The bartender has a lazy eye and a big stick under the bar, next to the shotgun. In one corner there's a piano, the auto-function switched off, where a man pounds out Hey Jude to a largely unresponsive crowd.
In short, it looks like a good place to drink yourself into the grave, pick a fight, or disappear. Or all three; it probably wouldn't be a good idea to dig out back too deep.
They sit mostly clustered at dim tables; the bar is largely ignored. Kerosene lanterns do most of the lighting. A warped mirror is behind the bar; it lets everybody know what they'd look like if they were drowned. The bartender has a lazy eye and a big stick under the bar, next to the shotgun. In one corner there's a piano, the auto-function switched off, where a man pounds out Hey Jude to a largely unresponsive crowd.
In short, it looks like a good place to drink yourself into the grave, pick a fight, or disappear. Or all three; it probably wouldn't be a good idea to dig out back too deep.
