[b]Shipyard Marketplace[/b]
Doctor Raphael Vitella walked out onto what could be called the shipyard's Promenade, the area full of stalls and empty rooms that had been converted into shops. He walked past customers and stalls until he saw something that peaked his interest: some refugees rolling dice with some locals. "I haven't seen you around here before. Judgin' by your smell, I can safely assume that you work in Med-Bay. What brings you down here?" The dealer said to Doctor Vitella. "This is your day off, but I've been told to avoid the bar for a few weeks. Damage to the liver." Raphael Vitella said to the dealer as he walked towards the group. "Well, if you want gamblin' without the temptation of alcohol, you've come to the right place. You in or are you out?" The dealer said to Doctor Vitella. "How much is the Ante?" Doctor Vitella asked as he looked at the small pile of money on the floor. "Only two. Most folks ain't got that kind of money these days." The dealer answered.

Doctor Vitella reached into his pocket and tossed the required amount onto the pile. "Even or odd, Doctor?" The dealer said to Doctor Raphael Vitella as he held out three dice. "Odd." Doctor Raphael Vitella answered as he snatched the dice right out of the dealer's hand and began shaking the dice in his hand. He rolled them, the dice hitting the back wall before coming to a stop. "Nine. You can leave now with ten or you can go all in." The dealer said to Doctor Vitella, the doctor putting his winnings on the pot.