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Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 06-15-2011
A young Hispanic-looking woman walks into the bar with some posters under her arms. She heads to a wall and places a poster there. When she is finished she takes a step to view the poster. It isn't very beautiful, but its simple design at least wouldn't confuse anyone.
![[Image: LPFE-poster-1.png]](http://i846.photobucket.com/albums/ab21/Tharog/LPFE-poster-1.png)
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-15-2011
Reggie waited to hear what the young lady had to say, but had himself quickly glance towards the door. Problem was, was that as soon as he looked he didn't seem to stop; his eyes glued to the tan woman walking through, probably more so her lower back. He went to take a drink out of his cup, but he missed his mouth primarily because he seemed so entranced; the alchohol spilt onto his lap, and for a moment he didn't realize it. Quickly he slammed the now half-filled cup on the table, giving his attention back to Emma, but then looking slightly to the poster and asking himself, "What in blazing stars is that. . .?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-15-2011
Emma burst out laughing at the sight of Reggie pouring his drink onto his lap.
"Oh, smooth one dude," She choked out between laughs. Finally she stopped and rubbed her eyes.
"Oh jeez that was funny..." She looked at the poster. "Hmm, looks like.. Tharog I think? He's the only one I know of with hair like that. The rest of it I couldn't really say for sure."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 06-15-2011
The Hispanic woman notices that they are looking at the poster and smiles.
"Hola, amigos! Pretty face he has, si? But even prettier are his ideas! So support Tharog Frosthearth and the Libertonian Party for Freedom and Equality! Vote for them! Maybe become member of the party and maybe even become a candidate at elections!"
The woman is extremely enthusiastic.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Scarlet - 06-15-2011
Scarlet lifts her head and turns it towards the Hispanian newcomer, peering at the poster.
"That's the guy who was just in here right?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-15-2011
"Probably." Emma replied taking another drag.
"I can't vote because I'm a Bretonian... but even if I could..." She thought about. "Well, I bloody wouldn't. Waste of time elections."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 06-16-2011
"Eh, chica. Elections are no waste of time!"
She waves with her finger.
"They determine the fate of a nation!"
She turns to Scarlet.
"And si, he was here earlier. He left a bit ago to visit the Bundschuh in Rheinland and that inspired him to start the LPFE!"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Commissar - 06-16-2011
Sarah shrugged gratefully, dislodging a hopeful spider that had evidently taken to the concept of her arm as basis for a web.
"Well, any help's welcome, obviously." She gestured to the projector, ignoring the fact the Osiris had faded from view a good few minutes before. "I need to know where that thing came from... Not all of them, just that one. I know the Order built them later... But I don't think they sorted the first one, you know?" She glanced up from the table as she finished the sentence, expecting the bar to be more or less as it had been.
Suffice to say the Rogue nearly fell off her chair when she saw posters going up. Wasn't that the same man who'd been waving an assault rifle around earlier? Sarah curled her nose up as the smoke from Emma's cigarette wafted over her. She'd never liked the things. Smelt as though someone was holding a faulty hydraulic line under her nose, and it was about as hard to get out of her dress.
"Busy, huh." She remarked drily.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Osilon - 06-16-2011
Jasmine took a slow look around. "Oui..." she muttered, then got a thoughtful look. "But I spend most of my time alone. In the past month or so, i've spoken to...three, four people? before I came here, oui."
Shrugging, she looked at the hologram. "I haven't done much research on Liberty. I have been advised to avoid it at many times...but I have been around."
Staring at the hologram, her eyes flicked from one point to another, and she hummed softly to herself. "Though..." she muttered..."Look at the design of the engine, and that axehead at the front...does it seem familiar to you?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-16-2011
Reggie was sort of hit by the wave of enthuesiasm, he just smiled real bright, letting them chat on, "Oh, I reckon I'm a Liberty citizen, born on Houston alright. . .Oh, I remember those days, back when trucks full'ah bodies were hauled an' dumped into mass graves, well, that is, after th' incident, y'know? I remember 'bout that time, there was a lot of fuss 'bout how a storm ruined some trade lanes and tightened stuff up, hit a whole ton of turbulence. Ye', good times, with th' heat an' all, still doused those pits'uh corpses with gasoline an' burned it t'keep heat up in the night and get th' Liberty Rogues t'come by so we coul' trade a bit, 'er somethin'. Now tha' I think o'it, we used'ta trade thin's like gasoline, ID cards, jewlery, women, oh, oh, an' I remember once 'nother one of my gang members tried t'sell off some human meat mixed up with some animal meat, but th' Rogue knew better; good thin' he was merciful, else he woulda' blasted us fer' tryin' to cheat him off."
Reggie stretched his arms, "I reckon it might be better now." He kept tight lips on his opinion on elections, probably to keep his options open and to keep from singling out one party, "Hey, freedom-fightin' girly, why don't y'sit down and listen to a few tales?"