Cay found Markus and Marauder up on the roof. She sits down with them.
"Pretty sight that is," she said, looking up at the fireballs. "Oh and there goes romer. Drunk and NAKED again!" Cay groans and gets up to hunt romer down.
"Damn, hope we don't have to do this place up again ... Just got rid of the bloody decorators
from the last time. Ah well maybe a new slick o paint and a change of staff will do the trick.
Not you Sophie dear ... Lost without those breakfasts.
Was that Romer I just saw again ? Told him about the hallucogens in that old tequila
before ... Always goes overboard doesn't he ? ...
And you two up there, don't fall off, OK" ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"Marauder, hoping that everyone reading this will appreciate our efforts to comply with
the RP principles in operation on this server.
Our members will field answers to genuine questions if asked, concerning protocols,
but not ... 'Where is this, and what is your trade route' ...
I thank you all for your time ...
Bars in motion and happy weekend drinking.
Lets be careful out there."
***OOC*** ... Anybody sending an unsolicited trade request to any of our members will
possibly be shot down without warning. Or our allies will will be notified.
No begging will be tolerated further.
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
Manuel enters the bar -- flaming fury 'Barkeep! I need a Drink! One of those to knock me off!...' looks around...
'Where's Hood? Ah, here you are! First, you don't tell me that my new vehicle will cost me a few milions more! Second, I need to make 20 mil instead of 10 and last but not least -- I get intercepted and robbed by Phantoms!!!!! Lucky they needed money and were polite enough to ask not shoot first!!!!!' pauses a little to catch breath...
Shouts: 'We need escorts out there!!!' regains his composure... much calmer now 'Now gimme that drink, gonna be on the roof! Hood, when something is solved, call me! We have important matters to talk like trade routes and such, I found a few nice ones'
*OOC: Same as the two ooc's above, don't bother trying -- begging for money or ramming my battleship -- INSTANT DEATH!!! NO WARNINGS!!!
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
Romer awakens, his heart pounding. Cold sweat dripping from his brow. "Was it all a dream?" he asked himself. He could not recall when he had laid down to sleep or even how he got here. Yet a sense of impending doom seemed to pervade his every thought. "Right, I've got to drink this off. Down to the bar then."
Upon entering he found Hood at the bar and promptly sat down next him.
"Give me a bottle of anything, Sophie. And a jelly doughnut. I just had the strangest dream. It was so real! The details are a bit fuzzy, but I dreamed that the whole of Sirius had been completely wiped out...."
Pete stalks into to the bar, stopping at the doorway. His shifty eyes scan through the smokey haze, taking in the motley collection of law makers and breakers therein.
"God, what a place," he mutters to himself as he espies some proud Navy captain falling off his stool. "First some maniac, butt naked, running through the streets screaming. Then three idiots sitting on the roof, laughing at him and staring at the goddam meteor shower. And now, I can't find the blokes I'm supposed to hook up with!"
Pete has never met his new associates face to face; it was over voice and text comm only that they screened and accepted him into their ranks. Now he was to meet them at last. He checks his watch to verify the time was correct; it was. He even takes a step back, craning his neck to look up at the sign above the bar, making sure he is at the right place. He is.
Finally, in a smoggy dreary corner, Pete catches sight of his associates. They are chatting, laughing, drinking, and smoking some strange yellow substance which Pete does not even want to know what it is.
Even though Pete knows none of his associates by face, there is nonetheless something strangely familiar them; especially the guy wearing nothing but a blanket.... Pete clamps a hand over his face as he moans, "Oh God!"
<ooc> Yay my first [IND] story! Hope its not too far out there
'I have a solution then!' replied Manuel to Markus and Marauder 'I'll suggest we grin him then! (make him 'grin', sounds close enough to 'greet') I think we can all jump down -- look, I see something soft enough down there!'
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor