Manhattan bar

[Chucc]

Renno looks around at the friends in the bar. Looks at the guy sleeping at the table.

He looks to Romer quizically, and asks, "Where's the door guy? I thought this was a private party. No matter. I'll clean this up." He pulls his rather bulky frame out of his chair. Walking up to the sleeping man, he stretches his arms out as far as they seem to go. Its an impressive nearly 7 foot span, tip to tip. Rippling in sinew and muscle. He isn't what people sexpect when he stands to his full height, not after hearing the cultured and soft voice over a COMM.

He reaches down, gingerly as not to wake the man. Picking him up with ease, he heads for the other guy sitting at the bar, questioning people.

Thinking to himself, 'Why do you need to know about Pops's place on Canaria? Who the heck are you?'

"Hey pal," He sets a large hand on the chaps shoulder (Lump Lorry), he continues, "Can you come with me for a minute? I need your help out front."

The large Seneca sauters toward the door. The sleeping man cradled in one arm, like a small child. The man snuggles into his shoulder, as if he is totally content.

The door guy stands, opening the door for Renno, he tips his hat. "Sir."

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Looking into returning, maybe.

[Zukeenee]

Yahvo wakes up in Renno's arms.

"Huh-wha...? Who are you? If you wanted a hug, you could have asked me first." He said, freeing himself of the large man's grip. Yahvo stood up straight and looked around. "I... wait, where...? Oh... oh dear... I, um... I'll see you all later, I guess. Sorry..." Yahvo walked out of the bar without looking back.

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[romer]

"Wow! Did you see the size of that guy. Guess I never noticed before.
We know who to call for extra security staff around the bar then.
I'll bet he could even handle those Winters boys when they get wound up."

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[Ecco Taurin]

"A sunny day, 5 pm and I enter a bar, my ex would call me **%&**"

As he passes the druids at the frontgate, the left bud, raises his metal hand.

"Sir, you are Mr. Alan Parson..?"
"Yes, little tin-friend, any problems?"
"No, it just reminds me to an old song, I loved very much, called 'I Robot'"

Raising an eyebrow, he wonders if there really was a smile in that rusty old rob-face.
Opening the doors, he hears a voice saying:

"We know who to call for extra security staff around the bar then.
I'll bet he could even handle those Winters boys when they get wound up."

"A good day to you all, lemme introdruce me, please, Alan Parson, drinks on me.
My Cargo was full of dusty stuff, but it brang some cash. Let me invite you to this little party, please."

Crossing the room, he discovers an old jukebox. Laughing out loud, he presses X/9
*What comes up, must come down*

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[romer]

"Drinks? Well, I was going to have a cup of coffee...ah...what the hay!"

Hearing the jukebox come to life...

"I know I've heard that song before, but I just can't place it. Mr. Parson! Nice to finally meet you in person. Welcome to the IND mate. Plenty of company perks to be had, just try and keep the insurance reps happy. I'm sure you got the employee handbook..."

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[Malaclypse 666]

"You can pass Romer's Heffalump this way, Sophie. I think I drank enough alcohol to power an old-fashioned SSTO rocket this weekend!"

Pops took a chair with the others, and reached for a fresh Cheroot. "With all the irons I have in the fire at present, Lads, you're lucky to see me around New York at all. And it seems that the Veranda is becoming the "smoke-filled room" of Sirius. I would prefer to go walk thru the Gold, rather than playing Host to all this intrigue.."

"New IND members, eh? Good to see that the name of the Firm is still Platinum. I was sorry to leave the Roles myself.. but I never seem to know who loves me and who hates me from one day to the next when I'm trading. I've been fortunate with my Epsilon craft. IC to the core, that one, and lawful as they come."

"Now.. If we could just convince those other traders out there that they daren't move a muscle without our premium escort services, I'd be a happy Epsilon lad."

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[romer]

Edgar rumbled into the bar looking a bit frazzled. Then he heard the music on the jukebox and slumped down into a chair. His frantic wide-eyed facade meltic away into a glazed over sort of peaceful look.

Romer took notice...

"Soph, this one needs something strong. I can tell by the look of him. He's just had a run in with the insurance reps..."

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[Chucc]

Renno walks back in to the bar to hear the music. A new tune to him so he listens a little closer. A glance at the new guy, yet again in the bar. Looking around he sees that the others seem to know him so he shrugs and heads to the bar.

"Sophie can I get a shot of the good stuff? Thanks." He takes a seat swinging around to take in the group.

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Looking into returning, maybe.

[Ecco Taurin]

Alans movings freezed, when he saw Sophie coming up with candles and a fist class dinner.

"Who the he** told you that", he whispered.
"It's in your papers, Sir. Line 7, second entry, Date of Birth"

The Jukebox started to play a scratched record, maybe played 1.000.000 times..

With a big sigh, he shouted: "Drinks for free !!! Celebrate my Birthday with me, please
- and Sophie, I deactivate you for eternity, when you tell my age"

"Sir, I will not say, you're 42"

"Doo"

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[Nightfall]

The bar looked a little empty for it's usual. The people in the bar looked like not interested in whatever the man was talking about.

Then, suddenly, at that very moment, while Alan's attention was completely on Sophie, a bunch of people jumped out from their hiding or stopped doing whatever they were pretending to do and threw some kind of a cloak or a blanket over Alan's head and took him into an undisclosed direction.

After a few minutes passed, Alan realized he's been taken to the Manhattan spaceport. They all entered an Armored Transport which took off immediately upon the closing of the airlock. Alan heard some giggling. It was a familiar one. He relaxed.

He was being taken to the Saratoga...

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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