Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Kit Cloudkicker]

The girl lifts her head, head and stares at the other bar patrons, her eyes a pale shade of red. She says nothing.

[Breekan1]

Breekan's expression becomes very serious. He approaches Shal slowly, arms open wide. "S...is?" he asks. "Are you alright?"

[Myitt]

"Yeah, dude, you...uh, you don't look so hot," says Tara.

"Scan's clear," says Corliss.  "It's her alright.  Don't know how, but genetically, it's Myitt."  He shrugs.  "Don't expect me to start attending Sunday service or anything."

Tara looks down at the sluglike creature in her hand.  It droops sadly over the sides of her palm.  "Maybe she'll have some kind of idea of what's going on here."  She exhales.  "Here goes nothin'..."  She holds Myitt to her ear and sits back, dazed, while the long process of infestation and, well, catch up proceeds. 

Corliss watches impatiently, closing out the scan.  "Oy...Myitt?  Can you hear me?"

Tara blinks, glancing left and right, the last of Myitt's tail disappearing into her ear.  She doesn't say anything.

"Your friends want to know if you're some kind of bloody miracle, and also, what the hell's up with Shalner, eh?"

Still nothing. 

"Hello?"

"Where is he?" Myitt suddenly growls.  "The bastard tried to cut my arm off.  Where is he?"

"What?" Corliss spits out.  "What the hell are you going on about?"

"Seran, he was just here, now I'm sitting here with my arm sliced up and...and...."  She frowns.  "Oh.  Oh, I appear to have missed quite a bit."  She leans heavily on the bar counter with her unbandaged arm, eyes tracking.  "Why does Tara have another two hours of...oh.  Yes, I died, didn't I?"  Myitt pauses.  "Well, sh*t."

<What about Shal, man?>

Myitt glances over at Shalner and Breekan, expression blank.  "Beats me.  Breekan, give me a minute here, but I don't think I had anything to do with...her.  It's good to see you, by the way."  She looks away.  "Where is Ossanlin?  He was there."

<And you were there...okay, Dorothy.  Man, it's good to see you, too, but what the f*ck did he do to you?>

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You were dead, mate," says Corliss matter-of-factly.  "Deader'n a bleeding doornail."  He gives Myitt a sort of arm's length hug as an afterthought.  "Bloody 'ell..."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stares silently through Breekan, not reacting at all to his approach. She slumps back down against the bar, cradling her head in her arms, staring down the surface towards the other patron's dirty glasses.

[Alic]

Alic watched Tara handle Myitt, and when she let Myitt inside Alic made a gag noise. No matter how much she cared about her, the thought of slugs made her sick.
"Good to have you back.. Didn't know if you were coming or not."
Alic looked around, not hiding that she was worried about Ossy now.
"I miss the days I didn't care. I've been playing human too long." She was more or less muttering to herself now. Glancing towards the bar and giving a small, cropken smile she gives Shal the peace sign.. Her usual form of waving, now. "Hey you."

[Alic]

((can't press to edit my last post from my phone. I meant crooked, not cropken. Stupid predictive text!))

[Myitt]

Myitt turns slowly to Alic, smiling wryly.  "It's good to see you, too.  Yes, well, it's not often one dies and is resurrected.  Not a very fun experience, I can tell you.  Just try not to throw up on me, alright?  This jacket's been through enough today."

<All you care about is the goddamned jacket?>

"Oy, Shal, are you alright then?" Corliss asks gently, not really expecting to get a response.  He shrugs. 

[Alic]

Alic sticks he tongue out playfully. "I guess I'm a little shallow when it comes to looks, sorry." she smiled and finished off the Jager.

[Myitt]

"No worries, mate," says Myitt, grinning at Corliss.  "As 'e'd say."

"Oy, come off it," Corliss snaps good-naturedly.  "I'm just glad your alright, mate."

[applix]

Mike had already thought about taking a seat on one of the stools near the bar, but they were high and he knew trying to get up on one of them would probably end with him on his ass and the others pissed at him because he was just causing trouble. So he placed his hands low and headed towards where he thought the nearest table was. His small fingers finally grasped the back of one of the wooden frames and he quickly slid it back, dumping himself into the seat. His head turned this way and that, blackness still filling his vision. He could hear the strangest noises around him and static still filled the room, it was probably one of the most frightening experiences of his life because he felt so alone in it. He pulled his arms into his lap and tried to think about what he should do, but really he was kinda screwed. No one wanted to help him, or really knew that he needed help. Even if they did he felt pathetic because of his new disability, a knot formed in his stomach and it took a lot of strength to keep from crying.

His head turned to where he could hear Tara once more, putting together that whomever they had thought died had pulled out and recovered. He shuddered at a sudden non-existent breeze in the bar, his hands grasping his triceps and rubbing up and down to try and warm himself up. This wasn't the shadow returning, thankfully that part of his life seemed over... for now. This was simply the result of his skimpy morphing suit which was thin, skintight, and full of holes. All in all he was in an alien place, surrounded by alien people, he suddenly had become blind, and at least one of them wanted to kill him. He brushed a cold sweat from his brow and looked around with hollowed-out eyes, trying to latch onto anything or anyone he could.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

The bartender stares at Shal for a moment, then pours a tall glass of Redin, thumping it down half an inch from her hand. She doesn't respond. He moves away from her, resting his hand on the dusty red phone he had taken out earlier in the evening. He continues to stare at her; she doesn't notice.

[Breekan1]

Breekan looks concerned. He pulls a small green device with a large, exaggerated mouth attached to it. He holds it up. "Cover your ears," he tells everyone. "This isn't deadly, but it will be... unpleasant."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Reality wrenches as Ossanlin passes through existence, suddenly he is barraged by an image...no, a thought really...something he didn't recognize... <I can do...please...!>  *But as suddenly as the thought washed over him, it was gone as if cut off by some force...he had a feeling, an intuition that the thought belonged to Mar.  He filed it away for later, right now the journey back to reality took all of his concentration and most of his remaining strength.  He held onto a thread of Mar's existence helping to guide the being just as the being was easing passage for him.  He truly did appreciate Mar's help for all that he was an irritating and supremely mysterious creature who somehow posessed his best friend's soul.  He placed his hand in front of himself as he felt his own existence merging again with reality.*

*A strange folding in space and time begins to form in the middle of the room that quickly unfolds like a blossoming flower to reveal Ossanlin as he steps into the room again.*

*What Ossanlin had not expected was the sudden wrenching of realities and great amounts of pain and weariness that suddenly wracked his body.*  <Light!>  *He can only manage that thought as the room seemed to glow brighter than a sun to his eyes though it is still dimly lit as ever.  He stumbles, his legs unable to support his weight as all the silver color drains from his body leaving his fur pale blue, much paler than normal.  He weakly flails his arms out in a vain effort to catch himself falling, but only manages to twist and slam his head against a stool as his heavy andalite body collapses completely, the stool cracking at the impact of his head.  He falls the rest of the way to the floor limp, unconscious, and breathing so shallowly it can hardly be called breathing at all.  His body looks completely and totally unnatural, limbs sticking in strange directions and bent the wrong way under the force of their own weight, no muscle control able to keep them from damaging themselves or the joints that held them in their proper places.*

[Myitt]

<You had to ask.>

"Jeez, Ossanlin!" Myitt cries, sliding off the bar stool and stepping over to his unconscious form.  "Ozzy, can you hear me?  Ossanlin!  It's Myitt, man.  It worked..."  She gently touches his wrist, having no real idea how Andalites check their pulses, but noticing he was barely breathing. 

"What's that thing then?  Gonna make us all go deaf, eh?" Corliss asks Breekan, out of sheer concern, glancing worriedly at Ossanlin.  "Cor.  This place doesn't rest, does it?"

[Alic]

"Ossy!" Alic was quick to respond with Myitt and rushed to Ossanlin's side.
"I'm no doctor. But that looks uncomfortable. I wish I could move him a little to help." She frowns and sits next to Ossy to just wait for him to wake up, feeling useless and wishing she would have went into the medical field. It seemed like her friends were always needing some kind of medical attention.

Alic turned her head to look at Mike, scrambling around for something to hold on to.
"You're lucky my friends are back. Looks like you're off the hook for now."