Jun 2, 2025 4:25 pm
OOC:
This can be read by any player, but it is LC private Log (sort of like the old TK Journal Timestamp: 115-1115 / Jokotre Highport / Dock 17 berth 04
Access Code: CAPT-LCR
We’ve secured the furniture—11 tons of artisanal woodwork with a profit margin strong enough to raise Tamm’s eyebrows. He made the bid himself. Fast. Efficient. Didn’t even ask. I’ll take it as initiative, not insubordination. Probably. Either way, it’s a win, and I’m not about to throw cold fusion on momentum.
Tharrok’s comment about the lubricants? Right on cue. The moment "non-petroleum" hit the manifest, I should’ve known he’d catch the double entendre. Not sure if he’s being playful or probing, but either way—note to self: don’t let that particular cargo mix with the crew rations.
Still working the angle on the lubes. Mora could be a good play, but I need Alice’s confirmation on resale rates. If we can do a split run—Fornice and Mora—without cutting our margins too thin, it may be worth gambling. But only if Ma signs off on storage and balance. I don’t want that hold becoming an interstellar soup kitchen for volatile compounds and luxury exports.
What I do like is how the crew’s starting to gel. Tamm’s acting like a stakeholder. Bronz is still reading the room, but his silence speaks more than some captains’ orders. Tharrok’s got instincts, and Alice and Ma? They’ve got the brains to keep this flying circus out of financial ruin.
We’re not just hauling crates anymore. We’re becoming a ship. That matters.
Still, I need to keep an eye on our new crewmembers. Nothing bad—yet—but trust is something you build with shared silence and shared near-misses, not a handshake in the galley. I’ll keep checking in. Quietly.
Final note: If this all pans out—furniture sold, lubricants loaded, margins tight but healthy—then maybe, just maybe, Miss Fortune might live up to her name in the best way.
Log End
-LC
P.S. – If this whole thing goes belly-up, remind me never to take business advice from a man wearing an exploding snack bar on his chest.
And if it works? Well... drinks are on Tamm. He bid first.