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The Blue Sun Oasis is never empty for long. Regulars come and go, staff drift between shifts, and some faces are more familiar than others. Whether they’re pouring drinks, watching from the shadows, or passing through on unfinished business—these are the ones worth noticing. These NPCs are shared world characters. They aren’t meant to be “mained,” but players are welcome to reference them naturally in their posts (background actions, brief interactions, or atmosphere) to help keep the Oasis feeling alive.

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👨‍🍳𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑒 𝒩𝑒𝑜𝓃 - 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒻
Dolly is a plump, sweet, loud-voiced lady with a sharp sense of humor and a love for pranks—especially at Liam and Rook’s expense. Her bright red curls peek out from under her cap and matching apron as she runs the day-to-day kitchen at Blue Sun Oasis. Warm and commanding, she makes everyone feel at home, and those who work under her—even if only briefly—rarely forget her tough-love guidance.

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🛡️⚔️𝒦𝒶𝒾𝒹𝒶 “𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓀” 𝒮𝓎𝓃 - 𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇
It was a conundrum to most how Kaida received his nickname, but no one hesitated addressing him as Rook. He was 6’2” with a confident - almost arrogant smirk, broad shoulders, slender figure. Depending on the night when the potential of trouble arrives, his smirk almost seems to double in size and his bright brown eyes glimmered in excitement. He’s handled a variety of different visitors from occasion to occasion, and each one he loved to show what the Blue Sun Oasis’s hospitality had to offer. However, only Liam could give him the permission to address a real escalated situation or when someone needed a permanent vacation from the oasis.

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🎺🥁The Band📯🎶
The band consisted of 4 strange mutes, each in a different solid color: blue yellow red green. Each of them have been playing together at the oasis for years, and are very close knit. While they often play in different shifts throughout the day and night to match the vibe and audience of the crowd, the mic remains open and will support anyone who takes lead vocal(s). (might add to this section more…)

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🚨 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 – 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒥𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
The Astral Concord is a sleek, uniformed galactic authority that arrives in synchronized patrol ships and glowing insignia, armed with scanners, citations, and an unshakable belief that everything falls under their law. Polite, relentless, and maddeningly procedural, they seek to bring Blue Sun Oasis “into compliance,” baffled—and faintly offended—by an asteroid that insists on remaining free.

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It was a beautiful chill night at Eden and at the oasis it was pretty lively. Despite it being filled with newcomers and a few regulars, it was (so far) filled with an atmosphere of joy. It wasn't always set in this nature, but it is nice to enjoy it while lasts. The Band was together playing a medium paced melody throughout the first floor, with some dances taking the floor. Conversations muffled in between the shifts in the instruments, and laughter was in abundance. If you sat closely enough, you could hear the same upbeat voices in the kitchen as they carried out orders with a playful sense of urgency.

The bartender for tonight that they had in rotation for the week was busy, but not overwhelmed, chatting his customers or providing them the service and silence they may require. However tonight was, again as Liam was thinking, so far where strangers and the like were getting along.

Despite best efforts and the easy going day that it was, Liam unfortunately bore dark circles in his eyes. He took refuge at one of the booths in the corner. It was his duty, as it had been for years, to have the responsibility of this place kept for what it has always been. A "Sweden" as they would say on a very distant planet named Earth, or a neutral zone. Not that occurrences, differences, and altercations didn't happen often, but there was a sense of order and security in the establishment for how it has been run. Will continue to strive for as it's standards, as it has always been.

Blue Sun Oasis has a reputation to uphold. This was in big thanks due to Rook who took Liam's need in any such case on how to proceed accordingly, only when things were leading to a catastrophic escalation or owner took need to step in. Rook had such a need and love to serve justice - with his fists and anything he deemed appropriately to fit the situation. Sometimes, for shits and giggles, Liam would join in on the scheme.

Since this was such a unique establishment, it was a case by case scenario.

A glass of water had formed a condensation ring on the napkin under his drink, and while he was aware of his surroundings from his peripheral vision, his gaze for the most part kept fixed on the bare table in front of him. From time to time, Dolly Mae would send out someone to check on him, especially at times since often he found his stomach grumbling before he actually found an appetite.

"I expect, soon, she or someone else will drop a plate off here," he muttered outload, but a small smile formed on his lips.

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Entre of the Week: Midnight Circuit Steak — char-grilled protein topped with conductive pepper butter and fried chrome onions.
Location: Main Floor, Booth in a corner near kitchen side
Vibe: Chill • Neon-lit • Unlawed • Fatigued yet Watchful

A man dressed in loose, blue and yellow clothes sipped a cocktail to loosen up. Having paid upon receipt of the drink, he stood up from the bar and mildly shuffled to the beat of the band. He was having a solitary celebration of his new-found freedom. Far from the from the troubles of the satellite where he was raised, he was looking forward to a future brighter than a blue sun. He sipped his blend again, eager to join the people dancing. Even with the music, he could hear kitchen staff communicating. His eyes were drawn to the menu out of curiosity. "Hmm, that steak is tempting. Circuit? And I wonder where the cows come from..." he considered.

Looking back to the small crowd near the DJ, he caught himself not chilling out as intended. "Watt am I saying? I can worry about circuits later. Time to let the sparks fly." He raised his glass and drank all but a quarter of his drink after finishing his self-motivating monologue. "Aah, I like this one," he said while facing the bartender. He noticed someone seated at a booth with dark eyes, but then remembered where he was and dismissed it as being something like eye make-up. With that, he finished his drink and left the glass behind.