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Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 15:51:45 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for plaugization Claudia, but you description of the bar is so better then mine. Hope its alright.
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The bar on Genus's space port is host ot a myriad of races. Its cold steel decor is sleek and streamlined, like the inside of a well-kept cruiser. The baboon bartender, whom doubles as a bouncer when things gte too rough and tumble, stands behind his bar, wiping cleam various mugs and glasses with a clean white rag. His small beady eyes peer out at the patrons, just watching for anyone to cause trouble. Along hte opposite wall from the bar is a raised platform. It serves as a stage for the various night-life performers that fill the bar. Tonight, the stage is home to Controversy, a 6 piece rock band with the single oddest line-up any mammal could think of. A female Aldebaran, not bearing the signature spell gems of her race, stands as the front 'man' of the band, belted out the lyrics with power and feeling. Opposite her, is a simple brown hare, gracefully drawing wicked riffs and rhythms from his guitar. He's backed up by a falcon on a second guitar. Giving support to the music, and driving it's bass line, is a fox. Looking more like a Vixen, this transgender dressing canine draws lustful looks from many of the male crowd members, that is until they hear his deep baritone voice. Behind them all stand the only cold-blooded member of the band, a female toad. Her slick green hands dance over the white and black keys of her synthesizer. And the pounding drums beats, you ask? Provided by a cosair canard, of course. The bar is crowded tonight, as the band's fans as well as people against their blood-temperature mixed line-up have come to heckle each other.
TBCB Anyone in the bar.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 16:28:49 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for plaugization Claudia, but you description of the bar is so better then mine. Hope its alright. IC: The bar on Genus's space port is host ot a myriad of races. Its cold steel decor is sleek and streamlined, like the inside of a well-kept cruiser. The baboon bartender, whom doubles as a bouncer when things gte too rough and tumble, stands behind his bar, wiping cleam various mugs and glasses with a clean white rag. His small beady eyes peer out at the patrons, just watching for anyone to cause trouble. Along hte opposite wall from the bar is a raised platform. It serves as a stage for the various night-life performers that fill the bar. Tonight, the stage is home to Controversy, a 6 piece rock band with the single oddest line-up any mammal could think of. A female Aldebaran, not bearing the signature spell gems of her race, stands as the front 'man' of the band, belted out the lyrics with power and feeling. Opposite her, is a simple brown hare, gracefully drawing wicked riffs and rhythms from his guitar. He's backed up by a falcon on a second guitar. Giving support to the music, and driving it's bass line, is a fox. Looking more like a Vixen, this transgender dressing canine draws lustful looks from many of the male crowd members, that is until they hear his deep baritone voice. Behind them all stand the only cold-blooded member of the band, a female toad. Her slick green hands dance over the white and black keys of her synthesizer. And the pounding drums beats, you ask? Provided by a cosair canard, of course. The bar is crowded tonight, as the band's fans as well as people against their blood-temperature mixed line-up have come to heckle each other. TBCB Anyone in the bar. OOC: Don't mind at all! It was an example, after all. Glad it could inpire. question: is this the same storyline from "Hanger" just in a different area now, in case anyone else wants to play in the hanger?
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Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 17:14:10 GMT -5
ooc: Same storyline, different area. In case anyone else wishes to use the hanger for something else.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 28, 2005 18:29:36 GMT -5
A tall, robust male fox, enters the bar. He wears a light blue business suit with matching trousers and a red tie, and has his black hair cut in a military crewcut style, with black at the tip of his tail to match.
Accompanying him is a somewhat shorter squirrell a neatly-trimmed pencil-thin mustache, and combed-back brown hair. His attire consists of a black suit jacket, blue tie, and gray pants.
They both walk into the bar like they're bigshots or something, and judging from their expensive-looking attire, it's likely as not that they are. They approach the bar, where the fox orders drinks for himself and his companion.
OOC: Just a minor nitpick guys, but I think the word you're looking for is "hangar". Don't worry it's a common mistake.
OOC 2: Iss it all right if I play two characters at once? I have several fan characters, incidentally, none of whom have any special ability, and I like to think I have a knack for playing multiple characters once (normally very minor background players). Incidentally, these two are Saul Kurtsweil and Benjamin MacGruder, who are goons for a crime boss named Baltus Raynham.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 18:58:26 GMT -5
OOC: I've got issues with it. Drake? IC: The toad stepped into the bar behind the others, and immediately side-stepped to one side. He eyed the mammals in the area. So many more of them then there are of him, that much is certain, and with the toad's invasion of their main planet (as taken from Drake's posting - sounds like his takignn this from the invasion stand point), they are not likely to be very freindly to a stormtoad in uniform. Beneath the blast armor, a tremble begins. Fighting to hide it, the toad closes his hands into fists and stays against the wall.... a fly on the wall, and nothing more. TBCB anyone in the bar.
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Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 20:01:42 GMT -5
OOC 1: Hanger/Hangar, me no mind my spellin
OOC 2: If ya wanna, your certainly welcome to by me, though if ya end up talkin more to yourself then the other players, then I wouldn't suggest it.
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Drake follows after the Toad and goes to the bar to order a drink.
"Fruit Twist, I'm on break for the moment Sam. And a swamp water for the Toad there"
He takes the drinks and goes to take a seat next to the stage. He waves to the Toad to come over and have a seat with a genial smile.
TBCB Toad or anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 28, 2005 21:47:16 GMT -5
Saul, the fox, sips his drink and does a double-take upon spotting the toad. "Hey, Benjie," he says to the squirrell, his voice deep and gravelly, "check it out."
MacGruder, the squirrell, looks over at the toad. When he talks, his voice is deeper than one would expect from his small frame, carrying a hint of a posh accent. "Now there's something you don't see every day..."
TBCB anyone in the bar.
OOC: Especially in message board RPing, I feel less like I'm RPing and more like I'm contributing a new chapter to an ongoing story. Thusly, I often have a few "NPCs" who interact with each other as well as other players' characters. *shrugs*
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 21:52:37 GMT -5
OOC: I've got issues with it. Drake? I meant NO!!!! >.<' Gomen!
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 21:53:48 GMT -5
I meant NO!!!! >.<' Gomen! I'm not being clear. I meant that I DON'T have any issues with you playing more than one. I do it too! Please, play as many as you feel comfortable with. I'm sorry for hte confusion!!! WOrk bites.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 21:58:24 GMT -5
As Drake calls the toad over, he clears his throat and makes his way over. Each step is a trial for him. Each step brings with it a nervous, hate-filled glance to all sides. As more and more eyes turn toward him, the toad goes more and more defensive, more and more aggitated, his blaster hand itching, begging to draw and open fire - lay waste to these warm-blooded wastes of space and resources. Reaching Darke's table, the toad eyes the glass of swamp grass with trepidation, not sure if he should sit or not. TBCB anyone in the bar, Darke. PS: Again, my apologies for the confusion earlier. I did NOT proof my post!!!!
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Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 22:09:34 GMT -5
Drake chuckles some as he watches the Toad.
Toads... Need to learn to relex some
"How ya doin? You know, you should learn to kick back some. I don't think you'll be needin to worry too much about anyone here jumpin you or anything. The bartender there plenty tough enough to kick 'em out, and I can't think of anyone foolish enough to try and face his Twin Mazer Rifles. Seriously, he holds them, one in each hand."
Drake grins as he lets this soak into the toad.
"Besides, anyone starts anything, I'll be sure to lend a paw or two. Good scuffle never stopped me none."
He sips his Twist as the band starts on another tune.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 28, 2005 23:09:03 GMT -5
Draining his glass, Saul sets the empty container on the bar and then motions with his head for MacGruder to follow, pushing off the bar and approaching the table where Drake and the toad are. MacGruder rolls his eyes, shaking his head, and follows. "Oh, crap," he mutters. TBCB anyone in the bar EDIT: OOC: No worries, Caudia.
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Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 29, 2005 0:13:09 GMT -5
Reluctantly, the toad takes a seat. His slimy off-green hand closes around the handle of the mug. Drake's words are met with uneasy silence, those bulging eyes flicking about hte room. The mug is lifted and brought to his mouth and sipped at. The toad seems unsure about the flavor, the texture, of the drink. Each floating string of algae, made the toad smack his lips, that sticky grayish tongue flicking over his lips, pulling each gleaming emerald strand into his mouth fully.
As the driving beats of the band continue, and Saul, the fox, approaches, the toad turns his head and looks over. Right hand on the mug of swamp grass, his left hand slowly lowers to his side under the table, slowly reaching his hand toward his blaster.
TBCB Saul, Drake, anyone else in the bar.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 29, 2005 3:28:52 GMT -5
OOC; a little background on my character. Ex-military, now mercenary, name Damien Str Runner. KNown for smuggling and assisting Corsairs before teh Treaty.
IC; The muscled squireel walks through the door. After a quick stop before teh bar, he knows has he twin blasters strapped on his side as he walks through. He looks over and spotst he toad and Drake. He nods to them as he walks over to teh bar. He nods to teh bartender.
"Grass." He orders and waits.
He turns and sees the toad and Drake. He also watches as the two mammals approach the table. His right hand is resting on his blaster.
TBCB; anyone in bar
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 29, 2005 11:11:22 GMT -5
Saul stops a few feet from the table at which Drake and the toad are seated, and crosses his arms, sneering at the amphibian. "Well, well, well," he says as MacGruder, looking hesitant, joins him. "Lookie what we got here, Benjie."
"Hey, froggy," he says. "Bit out of place in this establishment, ain't ya...? Or did you just think you'd add some green to the decorating scheme?"
TBCB anyone in the bar
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