Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub starts snoring loudly from where she fell to sleep at the table((>.>   <.<   >.> Sorry, got busy for a few days! >.<)).

((EDIT: Oh, and I don't see why that would be a problem, Dino. As long as no one else has any objections...))

[Myitt]

Myitt, who had as usual settled at the bar, stood drumming her fingers against the scratched black countertop.  She glanced over at the creature she recognized vaguely as a Kelbrid, although she had never met one.  "Jesus, like I'm the New York Times," she gripes in English.  "Well, Zu, I'm Myitt," she continues in Galard.  "And the only interesting news around here is that I missed the reunion invite."  Myitt turns to nod at the other bar patrons. 

Noticing Agent X, she tilts her head a little.  "Don't you know what those things do to your lungs?" She grins, sucking on her teeth.  "Not to mention hers?" She pokes her chest.  "Ask the f*cking Marlboro man."

[Agent X]

((I don't see a problem either, Dino.  If someone else has a different interpretation they can either A. Shove it. or B. Accept that often times the same name applies to two different things.  Like bat as in baseball or bat as in furry flying thing.  Along the same vein, I can't even begin to tell you how many friggin' vampire RPs I've seen that have like 50 different types of vampires, because every single player has to be their own special type.  So, yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine.))

X rolled her eyes and took a seat on the other side of Myitt that wasn't currently occupied by a creature with blade-feathers.  "Nice to see you too, Myitt," she smirked as she blew her smoke up into the rafters.  Anybody sitting up there was probably about to have a bad day.  "I don't give a **** about my lungs and they don't give a **** about me, and neither of us give a **** about the Marlboro man."  Sort of a juvenile answer but it worked.  "And as far as your host's lungs are concerned, who really goes to a bar and expects there to be no smoking?"  A pause as she realized that this wasn't really true anymore.  "Well, except France and... America.. and well, Earth in general these days.  Whatever.  Point is," she punctuated her sentence with a wave of her cigarette, "the idea of the bar is a coming together of two central intoxicants, booze and smokes, which creates a culture where these things feed on one another.  When you take a shot, you need a cigarette because it's associative, but then after you smoke the cigarette you need another drink to get rid of that smoker's breath.  So the bartender makes money," she waved the Bartender over when she mentioned him, "and the bar makes money, and the tobacco companies make money.  And when you take one or the other away?"  She ****ed an eyebrow.  "Just look at the sales records of any bar in, say, Chicago five years ago, and then today.  Nobody goes to bars anymore.  Because they can't smoke.  Well, they can smoke and drink at home, so why bother?  The system collapses, doors close, and you've ruined an entire economy by ruining a symbiotic relationship."  Agent X gave Myitt a Look, as if to suggest the entire thing was her fault.

"I'll have an Orange Starburst," she said to the bartender, after concluding her rant.  He didn't even ask her how to make it, he just knew, and began pouring top-shelf vodka, triple sec, orange soda and orange juice over ice.  Impressive.  She turned back to Myitt while he was occupied mixing her drink and shrugged.  "Anyway.  I promise not to blow it in your face."

[Myitt]

Myitt watches Agent X, eyes narrowing.  "You know what, I'm inclined to agree," she says thoughtfully.  "Not like I really care about bars losing business on Earth, they've got a lot more than that to worry about.  But it's the principle.  All that...you know..." She waves a hand idly.  "Freedom bullsh*t.  The freedom to inhale carcinogenic narcotics wherever one pleases.  Gotta love those monkeys.  Especially the ones in the Netherlands.  Hmm."  The grin returns, smoke starting to curl around her head.  "Nice to see you, too.  And we really don't care, I'm just giving you sh*t.  Just don't smoke in my ship, the living metal doesn't like it."  Glancing at the bartender she adds, "how about a Grateful Dead?"

The bartender sighs voicelessly and sets about lining up a number of bottles while he finishes making X's drink.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal slips down from the rafters. She glances at X, and gives a slight start, and a half hearted wave. She darts silently out the door after Hunter, glancing one last time at X.

[Agent X]

"Exactly.  Freedom."  The bartender slid an ashtray as well as her drink over to her- the Starburst was in a large glass goblet, and it was pimp.  This guy seemed to know her way too well.  She slapped some cash in his hand.  X laughed as she looked back over at Myitt.  "Can't roll down your windows in your ship, dude, I wouldn't smoke in it."  It had been a damn long time since she'd seen Myitt, and it was nice to be able to pick up like it had just been yesterday.  No bullsh*t attached.  She took a sip- very orangey and sweet.  Dangerous stuff, you could knock these things back like they were Juicy Juice without realizing how messed up you were until you were on the floor in a puddle of your own various fluids.  "So what the hell have you been-"

And there was Jess.  And there went Jess, out the door, before she could even wave back.  What the hell?  Should she follow her?  No.  No, she wasn't going to do that.

"...Up to." She finished her sentence, now completely distracted.

[Hunter]

"Hey, you." Hunt said to Shal when he noticed her coming towards him

Hunter continued to rumage through the werckage as R5 rolled up to a pile, reached in with his little claw arm, and pulled out a battered, but working, landing gyro.

"Good spot there, little dude."

As Hunter took the gyro and a screwdriver from R5, he said

"Well? Whaddya think?" Hunter said to Shal as he started tinkering with it.

[DinosaurNothlit]

Zu didn't understand the first thing Myitt had said to him, but knew from the tone of her voice that he must have offended her somehow.  "I was only curious," he said apologetically when she was finished speaking.  Perhaps, Zu guessed, it might be better to just sit and listen, and not talk.

By that point, the bartender had found a "drink" for Zu.  It was actually a faintly grey-green, heavier-than-air vapor that sloshed around in the glass like a ghostly liquid when the bartender poured it for the Kelbrid.  Zu took the glass, and immediately drank a swig of the vaporous stuff, inhaling it directly into the four diamond-shaped holes in the lower half of his face.  He breathed out with a satisfied "Ahhh," a faint hint of the green vapor visible on his breath.  He reached into a small sachel that was attached to his wrist like a bracelet, and pulled out a number of coins, which he handed to the bartender.

The Kelbrid watched X sit down on the other side of Myitt, but didn't seem terribly interested in the current conversation about cigarettes.  Like it was something he had heard before, or maybe he just flat out didn't care.  But then, a wisp of smoke happened to drift his way, and he visibly pulled back, obviously repulsed by the scent.  "You are indeed eating that?" he asked, astonished that anyone would want to consume something so distasteful.

For the record, Zu did not think X was actually eating the cigarette in the common sense of the word.  But rather, since Kelbrid consume particulate matter from the air as a means of sustanence, Zu understandably tended to have a single concept that encompasses both the idea of 'eating' and 'breathing.'  Of course, if X or Myitt didn't know that, his statement could easily have been misconstrued.

Zu hadn't noticed Shal in the rafters before, so her movement caught his eye.  His first reaction was suspicion.  Why had she been in the rafters in the first place?  He stared after Shal for just a second too long, before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal shrugs, "It'll do, I think. Do you need help installing it, or do you just need help with the struts?" She glances wearily back in the direction of the bar.

[Breekan1]

B1 blinks at the sudden surge of newcomers. "Hey! Alic, X, Mr. Ginsu: what brings you all back around these parts?"

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub keeps snoring, starting to drool a little now.

((o.0 What does the notify button do? I accidentally clicked on it instead of reply. *oops* ))

[Agent X]

Agent X finally registered the diamond-creature as being more than just a body taking up space once he'd asked her a question.  Oh what a welcome derail from what could've been a talk about feelings.  Yes, tormenting a Space Bar newbie was much more satisfactory of a prospect.  "Are you kidding me, guy?  Really?  Is everyone going to give me sh*t today about my smoking?  No, I'm not eating the cigarette, that would be disgusting."  And just to be a jerk, she blew her smoke at him, conveniently missing Myitt like she promised.

"Okay, you know what?"  She glared at the rest of the bar patrons and took a stand, literally, on top of the bar.  "Does anyone else have a problem with the way I choose to abuse my lungs?!" she yelled out, reaching into her bag, "Because if so I have-" and then stopped, noticing Breekan1.  "Oh hey, Bree!  Nothing much, y'know, just one of those nostalgia kicks.  It's been a couple years and I had some.. things.. to take care of, just thought I might as well mosey on back now that the personal life drama is over with."  A shrug.  "Looks like I'm not the only one, huh?"

[Breekan1]

"No kidding! And abuse away, as far as I'm concerned. If you survive this galaxy long enough to die of lung cancer, you've earned the right to die however you'd like."

[DinosaurNothlit]

Zu sighed.  He really needed to work on keeping his mouth . . . er, his vocal chords, shut.  Here he'd already gone and offended the locals yet again.  Really, he hadn't meant to upset X, he had just been concerned about her eating something that tasted like burning leaves.

The Kelbrid covered his breathing holes with his hand as a much bigger cloud of smoke now drifted his way.  No way was he going to taste that crap again.  He gave X a glare, fairly certain that she'd done that on purpose, and took a gulp of his drink to get the taste out of his air-holes.  "Figures," he muttered bitterly to himself in his own Kelbrid language.  "You tell a kuldir* you don't like something, and so they immediately want you to try it again."

Then, Zu suddenly scooted his stool back in fear as X jumped up on the table.  He didn't want a fight, and that's what he was most worried was going to happen.  And so the Kelbrid breathed a sigh of relief when X did not attack him, but rather simply yelled out in defiance to the other patrons of the bar.

And Zu had to remind himself that he wasn't really here to get to know the locals, anyway.  He was on a mission.  And that was?  Oh yeah, keep an eye out for anything suspicious.  Right.  Because that wasn't a terribly broad category, or anything.  Still, he was supposed to be looking out for any activity that could possibly be connected to the One.

Zu forced himself to ignore the strange sounds issuing from Sub.  He'd never heard the sound of snoring before, and he was admittedly curious as to the purpose of Sub's behavior, but he was afraid to say anything, for fear of once again inciting the humans' wrath.

*a Kelbrid word that doesn't have a direct English translation.  It basically means 'any sentient being that is not a Kelbrid.'  When most Kelbrid use this word, it carries undertones of a racial slur.  However Zu is somewhat unique in simply using it as a neutral word to refer to non-Kelbrid.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub startles at the sudden yelling and jumps a bit, drawing her shredder and, after quickly setting it to stun, shooting at X before she realizes what is going on.