OOC: this is ghostcat
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A ragged looking pilot wanders up to the counter and sits down.
"Hey barkeep, hope you don't mind if i sit here. I've had a strange day."
He shifts in the stool a bit, revealing several bandages and burn marks.
"I'll have some of that... what d'you call it? Sake?"
He accepts the glass and quickly gulps it down.
"Ahh, that does the trick, i'll have a few more."
As a stack of glasses starts to grow, he becomes more and more gregarious
"y'know, I'm now officially the g'dmaster of te FGS"
"Tht Aslorian went and sent me my papers this mornin"
He looks down at his injuries forlornly
"Then I went and got my f'vorite ship shot up, lost half my crew...Even got a good p'son killed"
As he looks up, he sways alarmingly.
"Funny thing, i don't really drink much, but i think i might need to go find a seat."
He slowly gets up and wanders over to a booth, where he carefully sits down and starts to doze off.
........Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;..........But when the blast of war blows in our ears,.....
........Or close the wall up with our English dead...........................Then imitate the action of the tiger;.................
........In peace there's nothing so becomes a man........................Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,.........
........As modest stillness and humility:........................................Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage!....
Dasher
"Another popup faction. Great. What's wrong with my popup blocker?" - Denelo
"Oh come on, slow and steady doesn't win any races, fast and steady does."
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