d20 Shitty Spaceport Bars
Spaceports always have bars where you can blow off steam after a passage and meet potential patrons. They usually suck.
In cases where it's helpful to flesh out a spaceport bar with an evocative detail, throw two dice and consult the table below. If the threshold for "Bougie Bar" is met, roll on that table, otherwise roll a "Dire Dive".
| Spaceport Type | Throw for Bougie Bar |
|---|---|
| A | 7+ |
| B | 8+ |
| C | 9+ |
| D | 10+ |
| E | 11+ |
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| d20 | Dire Dives |
|---|---|
| 1 | Poor sound insulation and too close to the launch pad -- arrivals and departures are deafening. |
| 2 | The local drink tastes like absolute piss but the bartenders get offended if you order anything else. |
| 3 | Attached to a zero-g cage fighting arena. |
| 4 | Everything is made out of salvaged starship parts. |
| 5 | Permanently sticky floor. |
| 6 | Bedecked with memorabilia for an omnikin-ball team, clientele accuses all newcomers of supporting rival team. |
| 7 | A jukebox is stocked exclusively with Arcturian 12-tone Bossa Nova |
| 8 | Traces of blood can be found in between pleather booth cushions. |
| 9 | All the regulars are loudly singing out-of-key space shanties. |
| 10 | The deep-fried carbo-cubes hit different when you're 3-4 drinks in. |
| 11 | Bullet holes in the wall, partially obscured by a photo of whoever the far-future equivalent of Guy Fieri is. |
| 12 | Has a 2-dimensional pool table. A guy who is really, really good at it hangs around at all times. |
| 13 | Malfunctioning holo-stripper performs the same dance over and over again. |
| 14 | Unusually foul graffiti in lavatory. |
| 15 | Overrun with local teenagers with fake IDs. |
| 16 | An eclectic band plays jaunty jazz tunes, incongruous with the dour clientele. |
| 17 | Air thick with a dozen varieties of psychoactive smoke. |
| 18 | Dry planet, technically a restaurant but everyone sneaks in their own booze. |
| 19 | Dry planet, serves burnt drip coffee instead of alcohol. |
| 20 | Roll on A-B Spaceport table. |
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| d20 | Bougie Bars |
|---|---|
| 1 | Serves top-shelf segir & sompus wine with elaborately sculpted ice cubes. |
| 2 | Fully automated service, lit by bright overhead fluorescent lights, with uncomfortable plastic seats. |
| 3 | Constantly blasting anodic dance music, nobody is dancing except for one guy, obviously blitzed on some kind of stimulant. |
| 4 | Serves nothing but synth-sinthe (synthetic absinthe) out of an elaborate contraption. Full of curly moustache types. |
| 5 | Has a 5-dimensional pool table. A guy who is really, really good at it hangs around at all times. |
| 6 | Neon everything -- bar, tables, stools, bartender. |
| 7 | Aggressively rustic, drinks all cost triple the usual price. |
| 8 | Charges a monthly subscription for "VIP-tier" service, those without are relegated to a dingy side room. |
| 9 | Decor themed after local planet's extinct precursor species. Alien masks on the wall have a faintly sinister aura. |
| 10 | Holoscreens mounted on every available surface display an overwhelming array of recorded sports feeds from around the sector. |
| 11 | Dress code stipulates that guests don an elaborate local garment (e.g. toga-like wrap, knotted turban, scratchy knitted robe, etc.) |
| 12 | Basically a far-future Dave & Busters or Chuck-E-Cheez, ticket-operated VR arcade games and a profoundly unsettling animatronic mascot. |
| 13 | Quiet piano music, potted plants, and newspaper holders. Sedate, but pleasant. |
| 14 | Open mic night, with a full queue of slam poets and stand-up comedians lined up. |
| 15 | "You've seen hookers with 3, 4, 5, even 1 tits. But have you seen one with negative tits?" |
| 16 | Fancy hookah lounge, floor cushions and a permanent smoky haze. |
| 17 | Dry spaceport, only serves conceptual cocktails, infused with memories, moods, & emotions. |
| 18 | Dry spaceport, serves fancy espresso instead of alcohol. |
| 19 | Roll on Dire Dive Spaceport table. |
| 20 | Roll on Dire Dive Spaceport table, but in a fake, affected way. |