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~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Malaclypse 666 - 03-10-2007
Sophie-San! The Fool has arrived, with guests! Were a week early, but we have something to celebrate. Is there any inventory at all in this blasted place yet?
The three disheveled but jubilant men approached the spinning globe that was Sophie Noire, past CFO of the 1st Bank of Flax, honorary Fnordette, licensed Mercenary, Dojo Master, and now, Manager of this new establishment.
*Calm down, you old Fool. As a matter of fact, a certain party has already donated his private stock of Bombay Blue to the cause. Ill have a droid blow the dust off. Will you at least introduce me to your friends?*
Sophe, these were my comrades in battle today! Pilot Johnny Winter of INDs Epsilon Escort Wing, and Captain Kougi of the Kusari State Police. And due to their employ, they are both automatically charter members of this little hideaway as well. And I dont intend to have them wait until the grand opening to quench their thirst! I wish those two other lads from SinTech and KTA could have joined us, but they had business to attend to.
*Calm down, Shiki-san! Go help that idiot droid find the Sapphire, while your guests tell me about the battle. I did hear squawks about some pirate attacking the Hex 23 over near Yukawa. Did he make it out with his shirt*
OOC:
*(Welcome to the Perfect Blossom.
This is a members-only establishment, for role-playing-only conversations.
And yes, members may debate the selections offered on the juke box.)*
Current Charter Members:
Kusari Naval Trading Corp [KNT] (Proudly insured and bonded by IND Roppongi.)
Independent Trading Group [IND] (Its their station.)
[IND] Epsilon Wing members.
Kusari Naval Forces [KNF]
Kusari State Police [KSP]
The Fnordettes [Merc] (work for KNF, and Sophie made me..)
Sin Tech Corporation, [SinTech] (for services rendered.)
Kusari Tactical [KTA] (for invaluable assistance and support.)
Colonial Credit Union (for seed money and financial acumen.)
Current Invited Members:
Independent Trader MonkeyJoeBla, a familiar face to Kusari lanes.
All Southern Allance Traders, especially our good friends Porter and OsoRojo.
Any Trader with Interspace Commerce ID and/or IC affiliation.
We do keep an eye on and protect trading in Kusari,
Traders who are noted as regular contributors to legal trade and commerce can expect to be invited.
Members: Grand Opening not officially til the 17th, but if you can stand the mess, pop on in.
Sophie, F-23,
Manager and Maitre de
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Fellow Hoodlum - 03-10-2007
"About bloody time we had a civilised drinking hole up here, its a long way back to Newark for a good beer.
Fed up with that warm saki stuff. Good old Jay, leasing a bit of this monstrosity out for a good reason.
Thats the trouble with being posted up here in Kusari with no end to my extended assignment in sight. Bloody
Pat Boone, sense of humour that boy. Short of pilots at the moment, need a recruitment drive.
Ah well, whats on the specials board ... Happy hour time ?
Beer and a whisky chaser to start then, getting over the encounter with that Xeno bugger over in Honshu,
don't get paid enough for that old bollocks."
Johnny slammed the chaser back and sipped the ice cold Sapporo ...
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Malaclypse 666 - 03-12-2007
*Heya, Fool! Back from the Wake already? I hope Sophie gets her little lower hemisphere back here soon! This inventory is a mess.. I have no idea how she wants the beer arranged in the coolers.. and I've got contracts to honor!*
"Chill, Dis. She'll be along shortly. She's no longer needed for diplomatic escort, and Pops is kickin' everybody out.. almost.. for a hiatus. Goddess, wish I could have stayed for more R&R as well. Sapphire 'n tonic, please?"
*That we can do, Boss, if these klutzy droids don't screw it up. We've got to get a few employees here with actual arms and legs before the grand opening next week.. or a better android model for behind the bar.*
"Heh, or figure out a way to get you gals some appendages. Too bad ol' Artificer's plans weren't a bit more succesful, and benign. You'd look good in an eight-foot tall impermeable shell..."
*Screw you, Mal. And have people rippin' my arms off for spare armaments? Don't think so..*
"Spin on, Mama. Spin on. And hustle that droid up, before I die of thirst here!"
*ooc* (KNT, KNF, this "bar" was created for "you", and our friends and allies. I don't intend to keep it afloat all by myself. Post, or I shall become as the thunder off the mountain.)
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Nadir - 03-13-2007
A battered, unmarked Chimaera crunches jerkily into the docking bay. On board a hand flaps at a whisp of blue smoke rising from the navigation computer. The internal lights go out leaving the occupant in a cocoon of lit, flashing blinking and flickering multicoloured displays and controls. Looks like the New Year festival has come early. There is a thumping sound as the same hand pounds an already dented console pannel. The lights flicker back on and the hatch clanks opens. Luckily there is pressure on the other side. What's that smell? Tea cakes?
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Malaclypse 666 - 03-14-2007
*Psst! Chuushin! You'd better square away. Word from the hangar deck is your boss just pancaked in on half an engine*
"I'm not drunk, just a little mellow, Sophie. And I thought Fiona-san was on R&R for a month or so!!"
*I'm talking about your other boss, Dufus. That was Nadir-san's personal fighter they announced. Gotta get that man a ride befitting his new station. Tell Hexie to shake the flax lint out of his pockets and get with the program!*
"Well, about time i met our gaijin interim defacto railroaded High Command in person. Hope he likes Sapphire... or Sapporo."
*You'd better hope he likes you, you old Fool!*
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Nadir - 03-15-2007
Tea cakes... raisin filled baked bready sweet products anyway... and something that bites into the nose like a Honshu Ground Squirrel*. A little like sake in fruity aroma but more so; that distinct wiff of ethanol. Probably gin.
Smells like a brewery and bakery combined. Nice.
Nadir, the enigmatically named, some would say unfortunately named, acting leader of the Kusari Naval Forces, a middle aged short oriental man with a shock of dark hair, resplendent in a crisp newly dry-cleaned uniform, entered a wide unevenly lit room filled with fashionably retro styled tables, their chairs stacked upside down over them. He exhibited a limp in his left leg. Not so much a battle wound as sitting cross legged for too long. He looked around. There was a small knot of individuals at the wall length bar next to a large complicated looking brass coffee making appliance. Bottles of various kinds with various lables and filled with various liquid were visible half lit behind.
The group included one of those floating spherical mechanicals people dreamed of owning ten years ago - good personalities but the lack of arms were a design oversight. Several droids stood behind the bar silent and unmoving: not, as the old joke went, the brightest sparks. There was a darkly lit gentleman who seemed to cast shadows with mood lighting all his own, both his hands full with beer and spirit glasses. There were a few others there but Nadir didn't immediately recognise them, though there was a man who seemed familiar. A financier. There was also the apparently omnipresent elderly gentleman Nadir did know, his name enigmatic and almost sinister, The Fool. Anything but. The disparate ensemble paused mid conversation and looked back with varying polite expressions. Except the spherical droid which spun pensively and was neither holding a beverage or wearing an expression.
"Oh, hang on, I've forgotten something," said Nadir, shaking his head. He limped off back to his ship. "Won't be a moment, " he called back. "Nice place."
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* An unintended mutation resulting from accelerated terraforming technologies. This extraordinarily short lived predator never lets go. Largely because of a ratchet arrangement in its jaw bones. It is one of the few vicious flesh eaters in the Sirius system that people feel sorry for... except people who have been bitten by one.
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - OsoRojo - 03-15-2007
The door opens with force and confidence. Highlighted within the doorframe is an imposing man neigh to six-feet. His features are grizzled, as are his clothes. Bearing a confident posture accentuated by his fading reddish hair and beard, which have not felt a Barbers blade in months, OsoRojo enters the Tearoom. The most striking feature displayed by the Rig-runner is his pale blue eyes, which elicits a shiver due to a fierce will, but, with closer examination, one sees an abundance of mirth and spirit for life and liberty.
"Greetings all, it is an honor to attend your Tea party, but whose fanny do ya'll pinch to get a shot of rut-gut to shake off the cold bestowed by the Void?"
(ooc: was invited by Warbucks_Redux earlier today just posted for reference point hope ok)
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - xp194 - 03-15-2007
(a faint long broadcast message starts playing on the speakers)
(static) this is xp194 of the KNF. i'm currently being held at manchester for questioning, after finding my way through the edgeworlds to Cambridge. (OOC: read, i can't access my account, and my character was last seen in manchester O.o) however, there is hope i will be released. in the meantime, prepare me a sidewinder fang. i'm gonna need it when i get back... (more static, transmission ends)
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Malaclypse 666 - 03-16-2007
*Well, it appears I may have to change the door design, Reggie,* said Sophie. *This place may need a revolving door, the way folks run in and out. Quit scaring off my customers!*
"Sophie, it's your lease. There's a clause for such renovations.. just run them by Jay-san when he finally pokes his head up. I may have to hunt him up myself, as my IND paperwork still needs his final signature."
Mal noticed the tall grizzled man who had just boisterously announced himself to the assembled drinkers, and turned to Reggie with a loud "sotto voce" question. "Hey, Pops, how many Bears does it take to decimate a Lane Hacker park dumpster? ... Only one, but he has to be really big, and really red! Har!"
Mal then stood and turned to the new guest. "Hai, Oso-san! The Fool welcomes you to the Perfect Blossom! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir!"
The huge man smiled and opened his arms towards Mal. With a look of terror (and a twinkle in his eyes), Mal ducked the bearhug and dodged behind Oso, pinching his arse unmercifully. "This is our Tea Room, mate! You don't pinch our arses.. we pinch yours!
"Hope you plan to drop in this weekend as well, Oso. We've requisitioned three parolee Stone Sisters from the Shikoku Prison Station for the event. I've heard they sing just like those notorious old Dixie Chicks!"
~ Perfect Blossom Tea Room ~ - Malaclypse 666 - 03-17-2007
A vey chagrined Chijin entered the bar. Too early to drink, the pilot shambled over to the Gaggio for coffee.
"Bloody Hell! On my way to the opening, and lose three ships. The Treasury office will not be pleased."
*Sip your coffee and calm down, Chijin-san. Tell Sophie your woes.*
"It appears we now have Xenos and Corsairs ganging up to crow and puff about. A 'Sair gunboat was shooting up the populace then moved into Shikoku. Vessel type unknown, so I responded in my Chimaera. Bloody gunboat as it turns out. Our friend from the SA Joe Davis had already engaged the blighter. I was nearly useless in the fight, having a few starkiller torps and screamer mines to contribute, along with the pieces of three fighters...."
*You need something in that slot, Sensei.. perhaps a loan from the Roppongi Rousters..?*
"Heh.. if command will even allow it. I suppose it's our lot in life to be undergunned. The really irksome thing is that Xeno lout Prospector smelled blood and came sniffing about again, making it totally one-sided. Joe finally showed good sense and withdrew as well. When he shows up, his entire tab for the weekend is on me. I owe him that much at least..."
*Alright, Chijin. Done. If you can afford three new ships in a day, I suppose you're good for his tab. Now, bloody cheer up. Don't be dragging the mood of my Opening down, old Fool!*