Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora compresses her lips with a shrug, ending the transmission and putting her comm link away. "I suppose this is goodbye to the Bar for a while, then," she murmurs, looking around herself. "To be truthful, I have no idea why I came. I am typically eager to get home after being away for an extended time."

She falls silent for a moment before speaking up again, peering at Myitt curiously. "How does Reven do it? Remain so... cheerful, that is?"

The succession of these comments may seem like nothing more than the natural progression of related thoughts, but for someone who knows Tora well (and perhaps even better than she knows herself), it could betray her definition of "home."


Now at the bottom of his glass, Illim's hands are back in his hair, although they are serving the purpose of propping up his head more than they hare helping him vent frustration at this point. <<Another?>> he wonders to his host.

<<I do not wish to be intoxicated,>> Serid mumbles, his brain getting a little fogged. <<Spend our money on food... while we still have it.>>

Illim grunts in agreement with the wisdom of this advice. Chair scraping the floor loudly as he stands again, he spots a seemingly human woman who appears to be alone half a dozen meters away. He parks an elbow on the bar counter nearby. "Food any good here?" he asks her.

[Stephquiem]

Fiona jumps, startled. She's been staring at the door for the last... however long she's been sitting there. She peers around the room, making sure no one's come in that she hasn't noticed. Or slipped in the back door. Assuming there was one, anyway.

Finally, she turns back to the person talking to her. "I don't know. I haven't tried it." She held up her glass, eyeing it dubiously. "Though, if the water's anything to go by..." She makes a face. "How do you get water wrong?" She sets her glass down again, and glances toward the door.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim smirks, eying her glass. "Well, I'll take my chances. Haven't eaten all day."

Calling for the bartender's attention, he orders "something with cooked chicken and steamed Earth vegetables, and two clean waters in clean glasses," following Myitt's lead in being highly specific with his order. As the bartender trudges off, he has the sinking feeling it may still end up being inedible.

Returning his attention on the woman, he remarks, "You seem a little... distracted. I'll leave you be, if you want."

[Stephquiem]

Fiona sighs. "Good luck with that."

She takes one last look at the door, then turns to face him fully. "He doesn't seem to be coming any time soon, so I might as well make conversation." She can't decide if it's a good thing or not that he isn't here yet. On the one hand, it was just prolonging the inevitable. On the other... she didn't have to see him.

"Name's Fiona. Yours?"

[Chad32]

<We need to find Bear's soul, then we can leave. unfortunately I'm not sure if I should be looking for a dog, a feline, or a Human.> Claxter said. <Good to see you guys are ok.>

[KitsuneMarie]

"Illim," he responds, sticking out his right hand.

As soon as he speaks, he wishes he could take back his real name, but then he reasons that it has only had two days to propagate into bounty hunters' awareness, and so he is likely still safe. Should trouble arise, he can leave the planetoid as soon as he can reach his ship, anyway. "And my host's named Serid."

His stomach gurgles at the scent of cooking chicken emanating from behind the bar. Whatever aversions Serid had first had to becoming an omnivore, they were long gone now. Suddenly, all Illim's host can think about--under the continuous surface of fuming at Ertoran, of course--is food.

[Stephquiem]

After a moment's hesitation, Fiona shakes his hand. Being rude took more energy than she wants to expend at the moment. She'll probably need it later, anyway. She deflates a little at the thought. God, the things she gets herself into.

"What brings you 'round here, Illim?" She leans back, still keeping an eye on the door, just in case. "You been here before, or are you hiding out?" She takes a sip of water, grimaces, then pushes the glass away. "Apparently that's the only way to get here. Or so people keep telling me."

[Myitt]

<You were carried to Temrash's ship,> says Corliss.  <Eventually I was able to rouse Mike and watch over you, but Temrash injected you with a stimulant that caused Efaen's body to react poorly.  I wasn't aware that Ossanlin had the ability to do what he's done, either.>  He hesitates.  <I am glad you're all right.  I wanted to...well, I wanted to talk to you and make sure.>

Mike yawns and turns away from the portable pool, sinking to the floor.  He hugs his knees and rests his head on his arms, eager to get some well deserved rest.

---

Myitt shrugs, throwing her hands up in the air.  "Who knows.  Although I can tell you, judging from the last time I was back there, that he's probably not very happy right now," she says grimly.  "At least not at me."  She looks down at the ground.  "It's partly my fault we had to move.  He'll probably find a way to make me miserable, even though he'd never make it the agony it would've been if this were the Empire." 

She shrugs again, lightly.  "Probably he'll just take away my comic books and forbid me to do any math."

[RAFrukh]

"No time for pleasantries. Frederick 2 will go after others soon. We must Bear quickly, and get out of here."

He continued, "I assume he would be a Human, as his 'soul', his psionic, are human."

He turned to go, but something hit him, "I still believe Artemis should go, as should Frederick. If they leave, something, logically speaking, will happen to their evil counterparts. We need all the time we can get."

[Chad32]

"Alright. Thanks again. If anything goes wrong, I'll try to get you out." Goof Fredrick said. "Come on, Artemis. let's book it."

Good Fredrick ran to the other side of the void, and saw that the portal was still open. He ran towards freedom, and found himself in a cavern with symbols of The One. His body was there, as well as some others. He flew into it, and when he did, his body became light headed. His vision faded in and out, and he fell unconscious.

Claxter continued looking for phantoms pulling a soul to one of the posts. in the distance, many phantoms were converging into one spot, and began forming something very large. <That is not good.>

[RAFrukh]

"We have to find him soon!" Vogefac said, and shot his Epar at the gathering poltergeists.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim smirks. "Are those my only two options?" he asks, then nods his thanks to the bartender as he delivers the meal with a scowl. Offering Fiona one of the two much cleaner glasses of water, he says, "I heard the food offerings were a little eccentric but that the flavor was great. I'm a restaurant critic."

Despite his best efforts to keep a straight face, the corner of his lip curls upwards into a lopsided smirk. It seems all the drinking before eating has helped him momentarily forget about botching his chances with the Empire... and how bad his jokes can be.


Tora nods in agreement. "He does not smile as much as he used to, it is true. I suppose that level of stress inevitably dampens even his mood."

She sighs and continues, "I doubt he will be pleased with me, either. I was not authorized to come to the Bar in the first place, and I suppose out of some form of retributive karma, I will return home with no ship and fewer than one day's worth of supplies." Not to mention a potential problem in Serid, she adds. I suppose I will have to tell Reven that I met him.

[Kitulean]

"Treyliss?" Vanessa repeated while shaking the man's hand. "Trey, got it." She gave a little shrug when he said he was sorry that she had been abducted. "Yeah, me too. But hey, it got me out of a really stupid algebra test, so there's that." Hesitating then, as he asked if she was hungry, the girl's stomach growled in answer for her. Then she blushed and understated. "A little."

Looking to the building then, she asked in a small, overwhelmed voice. "Ummm... where.... are we, exactly? The Restaurant at the End Of The Universe?"

[Chad32]

"It's more of a bar." Temrash said. "The bartender never speaks, and the stuff he gets you isn't always high quality, but he takes any money and the drink and food are digestable. So Vanessa, tell us about where you come from. What year is it on Earth?" He decided he might as well try to get some kind of time frame from her to see if she was from his universe.

[Terenia]

Trey smiles a bit when Vanessa's stomach growls, but his expression quickly turns into one of confusion. "Restaurant at the End of the Universe?" he repeats, clearly perplexed. He shrugs then, forcing another smile, "I guess that's the best description of it I've heard, anyway. Although I think 'Dingy Little Bar in the Center of the Universe' makes more sense, seeing as this place seems to be everywhere."

Trey begins walking towards the bar, indicating with a sweeping motion of his arm that she should follow. As his boots crunch along the gravel he provides Vanessa with a similar introduction to the one he received upon his arrival several days ago. "This place doesn't really exist anywhere. Or maybe it's everywhere. All I know is that the people here are from different times and different universes than me. In fact, most people here seem to be from my own past. Or maybe another version of my past, it's hard to tell."

He pauses, his ears tinging red once more. "I'm not doing a very good job of explaining, am I?" he asks apologetically.


<He must have injected her with a hell of a lot of stimulant to get that response,> Terenia responds, sounding worried. <That, or Efaen's body is worse off than I imagined. I hope she isn't out for too long. What will I do without a host?>

Her train of thought shifts then, and when she speaks again her voice rings with a certain hollowness. <I suppose the last thing I deserve right now is a host, huh? Thanks, though. For making sure I'm alright. You...you didn't have to. And I'm - I'm sorry that I ruined...well, I ruined everything. I'm sorry.>