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--- poseidon_inn [2025/09/04 04:09] – [History and Reputation] admin
+++ poseidon_inn [2025/09/04 04:12] (current) – [Gamma Age — “After the Flames”] admin
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   * **Surroundings:** Adjacent to [[tiller_net_fishing_supplies|Tiller & Net Fishing Supplies]]
-The Poseidon Inn (commonly referred to as "PI") was a rough-and-tumble shack-style venue located in the heart of Arla Town during the [[beta_age|Beta Age]]. Originally established by [[esrah_funkenberg|Esrah Funkenberg]] as a morale-boosting saloon for her factory workers, it quickly became known for pungent smoked fish snacks, and relentless gambling atmosphere centered around the dice game [[frostpunkt|Frostpunkt]].
+The Poseidon Inn (commonly referred to as "PI") was a rough-and-tumble shack-style venue located in the heart of Arla Town during the [[beta_age|Beta Age]]. Originally established by [[esrah_funkenberg|Esrah Funkenberg]] as a morale-boosting saloon for her factory workers, it quickly became known for relentless gambling atmosphere centered around the dice game [[frostpunkt|Frostpunkt]].
 ===== History and Reputation =====
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 ===== Public Access, Operating Hours & Operational Rhythm =====
-  * **Public Access:** Open to anyone, no weapon check, no questions asked
+  * **Public Access:** Open to anyone
   * **Opening Hours:** 15:00 – 01:00 daily.
   * **Operational Rhythm:** Most of the guests arrive after their work shift; last round called at 00:30.
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 ==== Beta Age — “When the PI Still Breathed” ====
-Step through the warped wooden door and you’re hit by a wall of brine, wood-smoke, and stale Space Beer. Kerosene lamps swing from ceiling hooks, throwing greasy halos across crooked booths scarred with knife-scores and spilled dice. Corky the Butler Bot whirs behind a dull-silver bar desk, metal arms clinking bottles while its voice repeats the day’s discount in cheerful monotone. Fish-skin banners hang from rafters, drying scales glimmering like broken glass. At all hours someone’s rasping out sea shanties, a Frostpunkt cup rattles, and a fresh tray of smoked [[arlian_sunfish|Arlian Sunfish]] drips fat onto the floorboards. Fights flare as fast as they fizzle — settled by a shove into the courtyard mud or a begrudging round of Space Beer on the loser’s tab. The whole shack feels one good wave away from collapse, yet no one inside would rather drink anywhere else.
+Step through the warped wooden door and you’re hit by a wall of wood-smoke, and stale Space Beer. Kerosene lamps swing from ceiling hooks, throwing greasy halos across crooked booths scarred with knife-scores and spilled dice. Corky the Butler Bot whirs behind a dull-silver bar desk, metal arms clinking bottles while its voice repeats the day’s discount in cheerful monotone. Fish-skin banners hang from rafters, drying scales glimmering like broken glass. At all hours someone’s rasping out sea shanties while a Frostpunkt cup rattles. Fights flare as fast as they fizzle — settled by a shove into the courtyard mud or a begrudging round of Space Beer on the loser’s tab. The whole shack feels one good wave away from collapse, yet no one inside would rather drink anywhere else.
 ==== Gamma Age — “After the Flames” ====
-In the [[the_gamma_age|Gamma Age]] only a charred outline and twisted alloy bar remain. Blackened roof beams jut like ribs against the overcast sky, and wind whistles through gaps where walls once stood. The fish-stink is gone, replaced by damp ash and wild vine that curls around melted tap lines. Frostpunkt dice lie half-buried in soot. At night, scavengers claim the ruins; by day, weather-worn memorial etchings mark the ground where gamblers once roared. Step lightly—every creak echoes the last brawl, and travelers insist that when the lake fog rolls in you can still hear dice clatter and a Butler Bot’s static-cracked greeting: “Welcome to the PI—first round’s on the lake.”
+In the [[the_gamma_age|Gamma Age]] only a charred outline and twisted alloy bar remain. Blackened roof beams jut like ribs against the overcast sky, and wind whistles through gaps where walls once stood. The stink is gone, replaced by damp ash and wild vine that curls around melted tap lines. Frostpunkt dice lie half-buried in soot. At night, scavengers claim the ruins; by day, weather-worn memorial etchings mark the ground where gamblers once roared. Step lightly—every creak echoes the last brawl, and travelers insist that when the lake fog rolls in you can still hear dice clatter and a Butler Bot’s static-cracked greeting: “Welcome to the PI—first round’s on the lake.”
 ===== Influence and Local Role =====