Ouray Inn (iRP)

[shemkel]

(some considerable time later)

A dim spark of light appeared in the corner, right next to the bar, near the table where Lancehead used to drink when he was still around. The little dot started grownig, became brighter for a while just to dissapear in a single flash. Few moments later, the dot appeared again, but this time it started to grow steadily and took shape of a man sitting at the table. After few more seconds the shape became more solid and much, much less shiny.
The figure started mumbling.
"Oh, man... what a bloody hangover... Fell asleep in the bar, didn't you, old bastard?"
He reached for a bottle of Mother's Finest standing on the table. His hand got through the bottle like it was only a holo projection. With angry look on his face, he stood up while yelling:
"Which one of you poor excuses for a xeno is playing around with a holo again?!?"
Then he noticed that when standing up, his palm got through the table. He tried it again and once more his hand got through just like there was no table at all.
"I'll be darned" he mumbled. "Bloody zoners..."
He tried to grab the bottle few more times with same results.
"Oh, boy, it's not good... not good at all... I'll have to see Death Adder about it"

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