Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Shagohad]

Jararaca watched Coral as she moved about, his beer in his hand. Quickly, he set up a camera and gave a quick report to the Revenant. It was obnoxious and sloppy, what with the rowdy illiterate and ignorant Xenos being drunk in the same room. He had to shove a few aside in order to make his report semi-coherent.

He felt a tug on his arm, his head swiveling and tilting down to look straight into Coral's eyes. Now it was time to sum things up VERY quickly. He gave one last line, shutting off the camera mentally and quickly sweeping Coral off her feet. He walked her to the bar, rather slowly.

"Howdy!" He said, holding her comfortingly. "I take it y'all are havin' a good birthday, right?" He bounced her slightly, still proceeding to the bar. "I have some more things to give y'all before the day is done. So don' be thinkin' that this mass sacrifice was the only thing I'm givin' out." He smiled at her.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Penpen]

"More presents mh? But i'm already really happy right now!" Coral smiled like a child, celebrating christmas and birthday at the same time.

She felt great and never could've imagined to have such feelings when being here.. here at Ouray. She finally felt like.. like home. She finally had friends and even more. She was happy.

"Ya want a new one?" she asked while pointing at his empty bottle. "I'm also hungry like a bear!" She put on that childish smile again.

"Let's go and eat something. Oh! And i have a gift aswell. We made a chair for you, so you can sit there while being in that suit! The only problem is.. you might have to carry it... It's still in the workshop, it was too heavy!" she laughed..

'Ya.. he can do really weird things with that suit...'

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[Shagohad]

"I can get my own beer, thank you very much. Y'all ain't the bar tender anymore. If I wanted a beer, I'd beat it out him." He pushed past a few other people, still holding her.

He finally reached the bar when she mentioned the chair. "I was gonna' wear normal clothin' to maintain a a normal appearance, but I didn' expect us to fight before the party. I'll head on down and get it when I'm ready." He set her down on a bar stool, placing his hand on her shoulder and smiling. "And as for food...Hmmm. Now you mention it, I'm starvin' as well."

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Penpen]

"Well if the big man can get his own beer, the big man can perhaps get his own food aswell?"
Coral laughed.
The Party was at its peak. Everyone was drinking, eating and having fun. She even saw the Boss, moving his foot to the music. She smiled. She did a good thing. And everyone seemed to enjoy it.
"Let's eat something hon'. I'm starvin' aswell. Order us a few Ales, i'll get us something to eat."
She blew him a kiss and left for the buffet.

There was everything. She didn't see so much food since she left home. There were several turkeys, beef, chicken, pork, vegetables, fruits.. Tonight they were dining like gods. And they all risked their lifes for it. Coral shed a tear. Soon, she would ask them to get her father out of Prison.
And then.. well, she didn't know. Would she be able to leave Liberty?
If she was able to got her father out of prison, Liberty would be even more dangerous. Coral sighed. Now it was time for party. Her father would've wanted the same. She grabbed two plates, and put some turkey on.
Then she left the buffet, and went back to the bar.

"You don't need to hurry" she said, when arriving back at her stool. "There's a dessert aswell." she mentioned with a smile, while looking straight into the Phantom's eyes, waiting for a reaction.

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[Tanker]

Jonathon walks into the bar still out of sorts after the last mission. It was too quiet. It hasn't seen any live since Coral's birthday party. He shakes his head in disgust.

"Well, I'll just have to liven it up a bit." Jonathon thinks to himself, "But, I need to take care of one thing first."

Jonathon walks over to where Cobra was sitting, looks him in the eye and smacks him across the face.
He says to the astonished Cobra, "Son, shoot the enemy, son." With that out of the way, Jonathon turns to
face the rest of the pilots in the bar.

"This is a place to relax and let your guard down. Not a ****** masoleum!" "Bartender!, The next two rounds of "Mother's Finest" are on me!"

"Now, Let's have some fun!"

Jonathon walks over to the jukebox and makes his selection, "Maybe this will help get things going" He thinks. He then goes to sit in his customary place in the back of the room. Here, nothing escapes his attention.

The jukebox starts up, shattering the silence with song....

Fighting Xenos from the sky
Fearless men who fly and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the X.A.

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, Liberties best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the X. A

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the X.A.'s

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, Liberties best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the X.A.

Back at home a young wife waits
Her X.A. has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of Liberties best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the X.A.

"Now that is some good music, as th e bar comes to life. Maybe the next song will liven it up more"

Xenos ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than silver or gold.
Liberty belt buckles and old faded duct tape,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just fly away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em drink moonshine or fly them old Eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Xenos like smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em pick banjos or fly them old eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

The bar erupts with a roar, the sound echos down the passageways outside of the bar.

Jonathon sits back content. "Nothing like good music to put things right" He thinks.....

[Penpen]

Coral almost broke the door when kicking it open as usual.
"Someone need to repair this!" she yelled at one of the technicians, sitting at the counter.

"YOU! Come with me. Start writing!"
She started inspecting the room. "Alright, i want lights here, here and behind that pillar. I want two big tables here and another one next to the window. I want the counter to be polished and.. my god. The glasses aswell!"

She strolled through the inn." I want the Pool tables placed next to the wall there. Leave enough place that one can walk around and still play. The Poker tables will fit well in the corner at the windows. Mh mh mh.. that will work! I need a few more glasses, as i'm expecting a few.. guests on sunday. We're probably having a high ranked around aswell. Check the mooring fixures, i doubt he'll go here in a small vessel."

"Also i want some Liberty flags here... here.. and next to the canteen door. Then i need 4 guys working at the counter on sunday, all the time. I need 3 waiters running around and maybe a penguin at the door to welcome everyone. Mhh."

Coral looked at the roof. "Can we paint that? Looks like it's almost falling off. Well, a lot of work to do!
Now go get me someone to get this done. Clean the floor first, then replace the pool and poker tables, and so on. And please keep that steely stool. Maybe He's coming aswell. Let's get it on.

And hurry if ya please!"

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[Eeik5150]

A lanky man in his late 30's enters into the bar about the same time as Coral finishes barking out her orders. He casually glances her way, nods politely when she sees him and he heads to the bar. Two days of beard growth and shoulder length sandy blond hair frame his almost gaunt face. Quietly he orders just plain water, grabs the glass with a grime stained hand and takes a seat looking out a window. He doesn't try to draw any attention, but then it's not like he's trying to avoid it either. Just a man doing what he does.

The man pulls out an old picture from his pocket as he absent mindedly sips the water. As he looks at it a tightness forms around his eyes and the corners of his mouth draw into a scowl. "12 years now" he mutters as he puts the picture back in his pocket, the knuckles of his other hand turning white from clenching the glass of water.

The man peers into the glass as if he's searching for answers. To what are the questions? After a while the man casually stands up and walks towards the door. The glass of water is left behind with but a sip missing, all the ice melted and a perfect hand print where condensation was never allowed to form.

As he's leaving one of the technicians doing Corals bidding states "Hey, I ain't never seen ya' 'round here afore. Whatchyer name?"

The man stops, turns his head slightly in the technicians direction and says "I'm called 'Krait'. I'm going back to Nome. I just needed to come to Colorado...today." The last part said with a tapering voice and distant eyes. With that, Krait walks out the door, casually makes his way to his ship and disembarks for the Kepler jump hole. The last thing heard in Ouray from Krait's com is "One day, I will have my revenge."

[Penpen]

The doors were kicked open as usual, as Coral rushed into the INN. Barely noticing that the door flew through the room and crashed into the counter she started yelling at the INN's staff.

Clean that up! We have guests. Make us some booze, coffee and coffee with booze. Also make us something to eat. Was a long day!
Someone hide Jararaca's seat! Don't wanna have someone asking weird questions. MOVE IT! They have just docked!

Coral ran out of the bar, almost falling over the broken door. She had to change her clothes. And not only that...

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[Tanker]

As Jonathon leaves his office to go get a drink at the bar, He almost collides with Coral. Stepping aside quickly he manages to keep his feet.
"What's with all the hurry, We're not under attack are we?"
Coral replies after a brief respite. Finally realizing who she almost knocked over. "It's that Cerebus group Jonathon! They're coming onboard to have a few drinks and all. We must make this place presentable!!"
Jonathon chuckles.."Well, you can calm down now. It seems that they don't want to be seen fraternizing with known "terrorists". Jonathon chuckles again. "They won't be coming after all"
"However. I will buy ya a drink"
With that, Jonathon takes Coral by the arm and heads off to the bar.

[Primitive]

Earl walked into the bar all covered in dust on his clothes and boots from working inside the asteroid, his greasy hair was covering his maniac look while he was looking for a place to sit. He spotted an empty bar stool and sat right next to the xeener he met last day. " 'Ello Tucker, how's it hangin' there? I just got from this minin' shift down on level 3...didn't have a good night sleep in days now" He turned around to bartender while cleaning his goggles from dust and pointed on a liquor shelf "Gimme one of them moonshines, and make it triple...I heard it takes the edge off of ye' " he turned back to Tucker and reached for a pack of cigarettes from his jacket...