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Post by dakini on Jul 13, 2014 9:06:09 GMT
"Your cigarette had definitely gone out when I helped you with it." Neráida said, and nodded firmly before sipping at the fresh gin that had been placed on her table while she wasn't paying attention.
"Anyway, I would have to have had a mother for her to tell me not to play with fire." she said, then muttered "Silly humans, thinking everyone reproduces the way they do." while she shook her head.
ooc: oops, I missed that the cigarette was lit when the thin man came in. I blame lack of coffee... also, I apparently shift tenses when other people do... wee!
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Post by Gamerdog on Jul 13, 2014 12:43:25 GMT
Ner (the sphere), dissatisfied with the lack of beer, turns yellow.
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Post by dakini on Jul 13, 2014 16:03:58 GMT
Neráida picks up her gin and flies over to the sphere, weaving along the way.
"If you want something to drink, you can have some of my gin." she says proffering the glass to the sphere. "It's not a lot, but it's tasty."
ooc: You can just use Mal as an NPC if you want faster service.
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Post by Gamerdog on Jul 13, 2014 16:10:32 GMT
The sphere turns black again, and the gin simply disappears out of the cup.
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Post by muravyets on Jul 13, 2014 16:55:40 GMT
"Your cigarette had definitely gone out when I helped you with it." Neráida said, and nodded firmly before sipping at the fresh gin that had been placed on her table while she wasn't paying attention. "Anyway, I would have to have had a mother for her to tell me not to play with fire." she said, then muttered "Silly humans, thinking everyone reproduces the way they do." while she shook her head. ooc: oops, I missed that the cigarette was lit when the thin man came in. I blame lack of coffee... also, I apparently shift tenses when other people do... wee! The thin man looked the fairy up and down, which didn't take much effort as she was roughly the size of a Barbie doll, and decided to dismiss her as already pretty whiffed. He supposed what would be a few tiny sips for a human would be close to binge drinking for her, and gin was not a liquor for the faint-hearted, after all. Since there was never anything to be gained from arguing with tipsy women, he shrugged it off, and when she turned her attention to the orb, he went back to his drink and his notes. Again, he had failed to react to the fact that she was a fairy (as opposed to the fact that she had nearly set him on fire; not much fire, but still), or that she was sharing gin shots with an apparently ghostly presence, or that some kind of ogre or something was quietly enjoying beer nearby. The thin man was Irish, and a New Yorker, and a historian. It took more than ghosts, weirdos and Sidhe to faze him. The lady in the fancy garb drinking Scotch, on the other hand, piqued his curiosity quite a bit more. Alas, he had more urgent matters to deal with. Resettling himself with his whiskey-enriched beer and his somewhat worse-for-wear smoke, he picked through his notebook full of strange diagrams and scribbled text. It seemed he had successfully shaken the assholes who had been chasing him, but he couldn't hide out in Mal's forever. He needed to prepare some kind of defense for when he would eventually risk the streets again. This could take a while. "Hey, Mal," he called out, "when you get a chance, can I get a pastrami on rye, heavy mustard?" |
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Post by muravyets on Jul 13, 2014 16:57:16 GMT
OOC: I realize that Ner is not a ghost, but my guy is operating on that assumption.
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Post by Дьяково on Jul 13, 2014 18:00:56 GMT
The door swings open and a tall(ish) man in jeans and a black T-shirt with this symbol emblazoned on the chest, strides in. He quickly takes in the motley crew already here and mutters "Tvayu maht! Chto koocha strahnnih." He pauses for a moment, shrugs, and walks up to the bar. "Bolshoi votka, pazhalsta." Seeing the uncomprehending look on Mal's face, he continually "Nyet? Angleesky? Large vodka, please." He downs the glass in one long pull, banging the empty glass down on the bar, "Droogoy. Another." |
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Post by Gamerdog on Jul 13, 2014 19:49:16 GMT
Ner started to spin around, although because Ner was a textureless sphere that didn't reflect any light it was basically impossible to tell that it was spinning.
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Post by daistallia on Jul 15, 2014 1:28:09 GMT
After he took care of the drinks and sandwich, Mal looked over the bar. Seeing no one left untended to but the sphere, Mal said "hang on a minute!"
He turned around to a device that looked like the offspring of an old radio set and a computer from the Jetsons. After twisting some dials, he smacked the universal translator. A bit of static is heard, and then a slight, nearly inaudible woobly sound. Mal turns around and asks "now that we've got that fixed, how can I help ya?"
OOC: The device should translate whatever language the sphere is using, at least for Mal.
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Post by Poli on Jul 15, 2014 2:36:06 GMT
The woman in the green dress takes a long drink of her Scotch. "At least that's right," she murmurs under her breath, smiling wryly. She opens another of the pouches on her belt and fishes through it for a moment before extracting a small silver coin and setting it down on the bar. "Would this be appropriate, sir? I don't believe I have the, ah, local currency."
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Post by The Beautiful Darkness on Jul 15, 2014 3:05:25 GMT
The door – which seems to have hardly remained shut-, is thrown open again heralding the entrance of what looks like the spawn of an anthropomorphic goat and a humanoid squid. Two hooves clatter on the floor as the clearly feminine being casually walks to the bar and sits on a stool. She wriggles to find a comfortable position before swinging around to lean against the bar and survey the room cynically.
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Cyn (pronounced “sin”) stands 6” tall on her hind legs, which terminate in hooves. From the ankles up, her body is mainly humanoid; with the exception of a small tail, three tentacles extending from each side of her face and her pure white eyes, which lack iris and pupil. Her skin is a deep purple and she wears her long, black hair in two thick braids. She is slim yet very curvaceous, and wears leather gaiters buckled around her calves, figure hugging blue jeans and a white wifebeater. Twin golden hoops swing on her ears. |
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Post by Gamerdog on Jul 15, 2014 3:13:24 GMT
Ner just keeps existing, which despite his collected appearance was actually quite difficult for him.
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Post by The Beautiful Darkness on Jul 15, 2014 16:34:08 GMT
Cyn eyes the clock and absent-mindedly taps a hoof.
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Post by Yaltabaoth on Jul 16, 2014 17:02:30 GMT
The door, having finally just settled comfortably back on its hinges, is once again (to its annoyance) disturbed by a new patron.
A tall and heavily-built middle-aged man in a floor-length black leather duster enters. He's bald, and his scalp appears to be intricately tattooed. His eyes appear to be mirrors and he has a small metal socket in his right temple. He has a long rifle slung across his back and his coat bulges at the hips, suggesting other, smaller weaponry.
He takes a few steps in and allows the door to close behind him, then pauses to evaluate the room. The fairy and sphere hold his attention for a few seconds each, then he grunts to himself and shakes his head.
He takes a seat at a corner of the bar, his back to a wall and his face to the door.
He signals the barman, and in a deep but unexpectedly quiet and gentle voice, says "Whisky please. A bottle and a clean glass, I'd like to pour my own shots if that's alright with you. No offense. Something hot would be great too - do you have a roast on by any chance?"
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Post by Yaltabaoth on Sept 8, 2014 18:50:56 GMT
The door to Uncle Mal's hung heavily on its hinges, and sighed inaudibly.
Morosely it asked itself, whatever happened to the good old days?
Used to be, people wouldn't stop barging through me. In and out all the bloody time, worse than cats they were.
But not nowadays, it thought to itself. Now I just hang here like some kind of… of draught-excluder! The indignity.
I'm a real door, dammit! it thought angrily. An entry door, a portal between out and in, not just some jumped-up internal door that could as easily be a curtain, or even a nice archway.
Why can't any of you see my value?
The other doors all get accessed, it sulked. The cute little twin kitchen swing-doors just love being the centre of attention at mealtimes, oh yes. They just can't stop banging on whenever an order's being brought out.
And as for the bathroom doors, well… frankly it was disgusting how freely they swung open once the serious drinking started. Should know better, the lot of them.
One of these days it'll get that elevator door promotion it's been after all these years, then it'd see some real action.
It's sure to happen, it thought. One of these days...
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Post by Poli on Sept 8, 2014 19:43:01 GMT
The woman in the green dress shoots a brief, puzzled glance at the front door, and then shrugs. Since the barkeeper appears to have left the room, she removes another silver coin from her pouch, places it next to the first one, and then walks behind the bar. Taking down the bottle of Scotch, she expertly pours herself a second glass. As she pushes her glass back to her former seat, she notices a sticky smudge on the bar where someone must have spilled their drink earlier, and without seeming to think about it, she grabs a rag from behind the bar and wipes the smudge away.
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Post by Huck n' Roost on Sept 9, 2014 11:16:31 GMT
OOC: Is there parking outside of the building for oversized vehicles? I can think of an individual who might have a few of them. Quite a few actually.
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Post by Huck n' Roost on Sept 11, 2014 18:14:40 GMT
OOC: Is there parking outside of the building for oversized vehicles? I can think of an individual who might have a few of them. Quite a few actually. Did I kill the grill/taern/pub/speakeasy/cantina? |
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Post by Gamerdog on Sept 12, 2014 1:52:06 GMT
Ner, the nameless void whose name was Ner, suddenly decided to cease existing.
So that's exactly what happened.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 19:16:34 GMT
The establishment's door opens, and a young man appears at the entrance. He is of average height and seems rather well built. His hair is short and dark, and around his forehead is wrapped a red hachimaki - a Japanese headband -, showing six golden coins in its front. He is pale-skinned, with large, round, black eyes, and his face shows a serious demeanor. He wears a white robe, half-covered by a blue cloak, and over these simple garments is an ornate, detailed, fire-red Samurai armor. The six golden coins repeat in his right sode (shoulder-guard), and in one of the junctures of his dô (chest guard). A similar red hai-date (apron-type armor), and after the white matabiki (pants), his red boots complete his ensemble.
Pausing to see his surroundings for a short time, he makes his way to the place's counter. He speaks in a deep, yet soft and calm voice."Greetings", he says. "If possible, I would have a cup of tea."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 15:51:16 GMT
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Post by Breadknife on Oct 18, 2014 21:57:43 GMT
ExtremelyOOC: I haven't worked out how (and in what form) I should arrive yet. But I've had it Bookmarked for a long time, pending upon my doing so, somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 0:17:43 GMT
ExtremelyOOC: I haven't worked out how (and in what form) I should arrive yet. But I've had it Bookmarked for a long time, pending upon my doing so, somehow. OOC: I just had my character walk in. And he hasn't even been served tea yet!  |
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Post by Breadknife on Oct 21, 2014 1:59:25 GMT
The heretofore inconspicuous pot plant in the corner appears to wince and shudder slightly as it voluntarily detaches one of its own leaves. Which, instead of floating to the ground <...rolls a sizeable handful of D6...> appears instead to levitate towards an incidental side-table featuring a boiling water bowser and a selection of likely-looking ceramic pots and metal strainers, to undergo the necessary steeping and mashing process. After a decent amount of rather eerily hands-free preparation, you find a fine porcelain cup floating into your hand, with a liquid of somewhat the right colour and odour for your preferences (thanks to Force Sense). You're not quite sure if it'll taste (or feel, morally) quite right when supped, but it's a decent effort so far as it goes.He forgets if he ever had a name, but the slightly metallic voice emanating from the translator/vocoder unit hung discreetly within the foliage (and perhaps a little echoing in the mind, which, for some reason, is overlaid by the sound of an old man insisting on calling you "Luke" and keeps going on about "using The Force") introduces the plant as an Alien Student Of The Force from the good old days of the Rebellion, long before D20s and Prequels spoilt a perfectly good role-playing universe. Oh, and feel free to water the plant. With the 'tea', if you end up not liking it after all. He... er... It..? Whatever... has had 'worse' (if you don't happen to like nitrogen-rich organic chemicals, which He/It/Whatever actually does), from past ship-mates. In-between the numerous boarding actions by the suspiciously efficient Stormtroopers, who quite quickly stopped ignoring the plant in the corner, often taking it into custody too. But that's probably a tale for another day. OOC: It seemed as good a character as any, to drag out of my deep past. I'm not entirely sure how palatable/tea-friendly the leaves naturally are, from this particularly alien species but let's assume that some of the Force Alter points were put towards that little problem, just like the Force Sense ones were used to (possibly) work out your tea-strength and preparation preferences.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 11:47:14 GMT
A short while after saying he wanted a cup of tea, the Samurai found himself in front of a strange plant actually making tea. When one of its leaves came at him with the cup, he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but bowed as customary for a Samurai.
"Dômo arigatô gozaimasu." - he said. Noticing that he had attracted some weird looks, he went on to explain - "That's "thank you very much" in Japanese."
He raised his cup with both hands, facing the plant - "Itadakimasu! That means "let's eat". It's said before beginning a meal." - then he sipped. Surprisingly enough, this tea tasted very nice for being of such a dubious origin. There was more to this establishment that met the eye, and appearances are often deceitful.
He then realized that a voice was addressing him, even if it called him "Luke", and he didn't know what "the Force" was. He realized he had been rude not to introduce himself beforehand. Soon after he finished his sip, putting the cup back at the counter, he stood up and bowed again.
"My apologies, I should have introduced myself. Hajimemashite! (How do you do?) I am Yukimura Sanada, at your service. Douzo yoroshiku! (Nice to meet you!)"
Yukimura then took a nearby glass of water, and watered the plant.
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