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Recently, I was a approached in a bar by a very scared looking fresh faced rookie who looked at most two weeks out of a basic technical degree wondering how I started mining. A little taken aback, I asked what made him think that I was a miner, since I usually trade for a living. He hesitantly pointed at the line of veldspar dust in the folds of my skirt. I laughed ruefully, a little more heartily than I was want, just to put him at ease, because I was inwardly iritated that I had been caught out being less than impecably dressed though it did explain why the agent had been bargaining extra hard when I sold my cargo. I shook my head, and set that aside. I told him that I don't normally mine for a living, but that I was happy to tell him how I got started, and that I could definitely recommend it for a living if he had that bent. He looked eager, and I laughed at how much like a puppy dog he looked. He looked cute, and it might be nice to talk to someone after spending a month holed up my pod. He did not really look like he had alot of ISK to rub together, and so when he offered to buy me dinner for my story, I said yes, but that I had a small job for him tomorrow if he wanted it. I offered that if he brought me the ~~adaptive nano plating~~ I had bought three jumps away to me by next week, I would give him ten thousand ISK so he had some idea of how much he could spend. He looked relieved, and we sat back to enjoy dinner as I told my tale:

Recently, I was a approached in a bar by a very scared looking fresh faced rookie who looked at most two weeks out of a basic technical degree wondering how I started mining. A little taken aback, I asked what made him think that I was a miner, since I usually trade for a living. He hesitantly pointed at the line of veldspar dust in the folds of my skirt. I laughed ruefully, a little more heartily than I was want, just to put him at ease, because I was inwardly iritated that I had been caught out being less than impecably dressed though it did explain why the agent had been bargaining extra hard when I sold my cargo. I shook my head, and set that aside. I told him that I don't normally mine for a living, but that I was happy to tell him how I got started, and that I could definitely recommend it for a living if he had that bent. He looked eager, and I laughed at how much like a puppy dog he looked. He looked cute, and it might be nice to talk to someone after spending a month holed up my pod. He did not really look like he had alot of ISK to rub together, and so when he offered to buy me dinner for my story, I said yes, but that I had a small job for him tomorrow if he wanted it. I offered that if he brought me the Multispectrum Coating I had bought three jumps away to me by next week, I would give him ten thousand ISK so he had some idea of how much he could spend. He looked relieved, and we sat back to enjoy dinner as I told my tale:

I was a young trader, always looking for an angle. I had just landed in CBT's Aldrat station after a month-long run hauling cargo for the Aliastra Corporation. I opened the door to my pod and poked my head out, wrinkling my nose at the mentalic smell of the air. I stepped out a little shakey after that long in space and steadied myself on the railing beside the stairs. I stood there for a few minutes just feeling the sense of open space around me and getting used to it.

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I walked to the door trying to maintain decorum for my all too knowing dinner companion. At the door I thought to look back and make sure that he was not going to have trouble with the bill. The waiter was taking his chit, and seemed happy, so I turned back to enjoy my evening.

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-	Recently, I was a approached in a bar by a very scared looking fresh faced rookie who looked at most two weeks out of a basic technical degree wondering how I started mining.  A little taken aback, I asked what made him think that I was a miner, since I usually trade for a living.  He hesitantly pointed at the line of veldspar dust in the folds of my skirt.   I laughed ruefully, a little more heartily than I was want, just to put him at ease, because I was inwardly iritated that I had been caught out being less than impecably dressed though it did explain why the agent had been bargaining extra hard when I sold my cargo.  I shook my head, and set that aside.   I told him that I don't normally mine for a living, but that I was happy to tell him how I got started, and that I could definitely recommend it for a living if he had that bent.  He looked eager, and I laughed at how much like a puppy dog he looked.  He looked cute, and it might be nice to talk to someone after spending a month holed up my pod.   He did not really look like he had alot of ISK to rub together, and so when he offered to buy me dinner for my story, I said yes, but that I had a small job for him tomorrow if he wanted it.  I offered that if he brought me the  adaptive nano plating I had bought three jumps away to me by next week, I would give him ten thousand ISK so he had some idea of how much he could spend.  He looked relieved, and we sat back to enjoy dinner as I told  my tale:
+	Recently, I was a approached in a bar by a very scared looking fresh faced rookie who looked at most two weeks out of a basic technical degree wondering how I started mining.  A little taken aback, I asked what made him think that I was a miner, since I usually trade for a living.  He hesitantly pointed at the line of veldspar dust in the folds of my skirt.   I laughed ruefully, a little more heartily than I was want, just to put him at ease, because I was inwardly iritated that I had been caught out being less than impecably dressed though it did explain why the agent had been bargaining extra hard when I sold my cargo.  I shook my head, and set that aside.   I told him that I don't normally mine for a living, but that I was happy to tell him how I got started, and that I could definitely recommend it for a living if he had that bent.  He looked eager, and I laughed at how much like a puppy dog he looked.  He looked cute, and it might be nice to talk to someone after spending a month holed up my pod.   He did not really look like he had alot of ISK to rub together, and so when he offered to buy me dinner for my story, I said yes, but that I had a small job for him tomorrow if he wanted it.  I offered that if he brought me the  Multispectrum Coating I had bought three jumps away to me by next week, I would give him ten thousand ISK so he had some idea of how much he could spend.  He looked relieved, and we sat back to enjoy dinner as I told  my tale:
 	I was a young trader, always looking for an angle.   I had just landed in CBT's Aldrat station after a month-long run hauling cargo for the Aliastra Corporation.  I opened the door to my pod and poked my head out, wrinkling my nose at the mentalic smell of the air.   I stepped out a little shakey after that long in space and steadied myself on the railing beside the stairs.   I stood there for a few minutes just feeling the sense of open space around me and getting used to it.
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 	I walked to the door trying to maintain decorum for my all too knowing dinner companion.  At the door I thought to look back and make sure that he was not going to have trouble with the bill.  The waiter was taking his chit, and seemed happy,  so I turned back to enjoy my evening.
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