Editing Laatstekans (section)

===Shops, Traders, Entertainment and Health facilities===
There will be a few shops and traders, and one bar-restaurant run by a civilian. There's probably only one or at the most two of each kind of shop and don't expect to find everything there that you could find at Geneva. On the other hand there might be one or two things you haven't seen before too. There may also be a little in the way of entertainment - perhaps a small theatre, perhaps a few holosuites. There will be a hospital area which may or may not be known as sickbay... But none of it will be huge and we will have to rub shoulders with everyone else. I doubt there would be a park - this is after all basically a frontier trading station not a luxurious facility.


There is a small food-court, built much like a cat's climbing-tree. An open air lift takes you to the levels if you don't feel like a climb, but there is also a spiral staircase leading to all mezzanine levels. There are several replimats and a couple of small bars opening directly onto a mezzanine floor, with a central seating area, but there is only one 'proper' restaurant/bar with its own enclosed area. One replimat is run by a Vulcan family, and the son who serves there is called Silic.

====Resaurant/Bar:  Bar "Of Last Resort"====

The one restaurant on Laastekans,  It does all the foods of the universe equally badly, although rumour has it that the daily special is sometimes edible ;) There is a bar area and a games area which includes a pool table , some card tables, a darts board, and a dabo table. Gambling is legal on Laastekans but only in licensed premises and the Last Resort is the only premises on Laatstekans with a gaming licence.

====FastFood Stop====

A replimat selling, guess what, fast food.

====Rat Market====

The stairs led up briefly, across a metallic walkway and then down the swirling flight of stairs. Basil had lost sight of the Ferengi and Dark Maiden's captain. Instead his other senses began to sing, mingling spicy smells wafted up from the depts of the stairs followed by a deep murmer, almost hidden by the humm of the station but soon became an echoing cacophony.

Basil smiled - he knew there was something missing from the station and he and the doctor had found it. They had reached the bottom of the stairs where a long sooty grey corridor led towards the curvature of the station's ring. Here in the bowels under the station's shops are be storage rooms, large ones. The sounds emanated from the open double breasted steel doorway. 

"Doctor," Basil forgot in his excitement to address her by name, "I believe you wish for food is granted."

He led her to the opening and with a dramatic swish,

"Welcome to a Rat Market!"

Inside the large cargo room was the broadest spectrum of human and alien life walking amidst wooden, bamboo, and multicoloured cloth structures where bartering, cooking, arguing, talking and all matter of trading was getting underway.

Candle could see a question in the doctor's face,

"This station encourages a transitory nature. Ships would come in, drop off folk and then return. Most folk won't be able to afford a permenant structure so ... chances are the owners realised this so converted a couple of cargo bays. Then they would . unofficially encourage people to come here , for a modest fee. Its not a constant feature and if there trouble these would be the first to run ... like rats"

He shrugged at that, "Where there is life there is always a market, trade will find a way."