Marina Ampora

Welcome to the best (and only) marina in the city! This is the place to be for anything boat-related, from buying or renting a ship to getting a new layer of paint.
Due to a lack of customers, lowbloods will no longer be charged double.

This is also where Eridan's private ship lies, Violet.

Awesome NNd version by Shaula:

((customers not costumers))

((*is being helpful* d(^u^)b))

((Woops. Thanks silck.))

((No there's plenty of customers but there's a severe costume maker deficiency in the city))

((Deuce is heartbroken))

(( Death will have to check this out soon. :D ))

Shaula wrote:

((No there's plenty of customers but there's a severe costume maker deficiency in the city))

((Deuce is heartbroken))

((Well there is Stitch's shop))

((One costume place in the entire town is not NEARLY enough))

((Yeah... I COULD open one myself, but being a member of the Crew's a full time job. That and I have no idea how to run a business))

nonexistentPumpkin wrote:

((Yeah... I COULD open one myself, but being a member of the Crew's a full time job.  That and I have no idea how to run a business))

(( Clubs Deuce's Big Bang Fireworks Store))

((No it would be the Dynamite Deals explosives & costume shop. I once saw a shop called "Dynamite Deals" and was highly disappointed to find it was not an explosives shop.))

((Dynamite Deals?))

((Interesting.))

((Edit:

Spoiler:

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((Edit X2 Combo!: Marina Ampora is a valid troll name. So is Violet.))

((Edit X3 Combo!: I feel like I should point out that Marina and the Diamonds is a thing that exists. Let us now ponder the implications.))

Death walks into the Marina, dragging his boat.

((Shaula that is so awesome thank you *hugs* ))

A young, nervous-looking man sees Death aproaching and walks over to him. As he gets close, he forces a smile on his face and says;

"Ah, eh, welcome, Sir. My name is garry, i'm Mister Ampora's assistant. How can i help You?"

Death shows him his burnt boat and asks if he could get it fixed here, or maybe get a new one.

*Garry examines the boat*

"Ah, yes, this boat is indeed severely damaged. i can have my People look at it but i'm afraid it is not salvageable. But worry not, we have a wide variety of potential replacements. i'm sure there'll be one fitting Your needs, good Sir."

Death looks kin of sad that it's not salvageable, but decides to go with Garry to find a replacement boat.

"Well then, i assume You are looking for a relatively small model. Would You be so kind as to follow me Mister...?"

Death nods and follows the youn man.

It seems the man didn't realise Garry was asking his name. He'll ask again later when filling in the papers. He leads Death to the leftmost side of the marina where the smallest ships lie.
"This one here is the perfect ship for shorter journeys. It's completely motorized, even the wheels so You don't have to drag it around like You were doing just now. In fact, we even put license plates on it so You can drive on the road. Furthermore it has a decent amount of storage space, a strong engine,..."
Garry continues to describe the ship as he invites Death on board.

Death gets on. He scratches his head and goves a thumbs up. He will take this for now.

Garry doe his best to disguise his wide grin as a polite smile. He has never sold a boat faster.
"Excellent, excellent. If You would come this way, Sir, we will fill in the papers."
He leads Death to a small office, one 3 by 3 room with large windows. A colourful Alternian laptop stands on the desk, a great contrast with the other grey human objects in the room. Garry sits down in the chair behind and points at a second one on the othe side.
"Have a seat."
He types a few things in the computer.
"Would You mind giving me Your details, Sir?"

He nods an tells the man that his name is Death, he has no idea how old he is and he would be classified under the gender male. He asks if there is anything else he needs or could he just pay him now?

Garry looks at Death suspiciously but then shrugs and types in the data.
"Ah, yes, i'll need Your adress and phone number as well, Sir. And perhaps You would like to join our club?"

Address? Phone number? Death says the afterlife and he doesn't have a phone, though he could probably make it so that anytime you need to call him you could just pick up one.

"That...would be most convenient Sir."
He types something again and hands Death some papers.
"This are the papers for the ship and the insurance, Sir. Take Your time to read them. i also have a brochure for our yacht club, if You would be interested."