Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

"What happened to who, me?" Myitt asks.  "Hah, Seran didn't kill me.  I think it was the bar that did it.  We've worked out that it was some kind of compensation for helping that save that kid Mike's life.  Apparently random.  By the way, I still don't know quite where he ran off to.  But nevertheless, I ended up back here, and I have Ossanlin to thank for it."  She eyes Mar grudgingly.  "And you, too.  Temrash, I suggest you don't try dying and being surreptitiously resurrected.  It's not much fun."

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods. "It's hardly the best thing to be doing every day. You got a brief glimpse of eternity...although you obviously cannot process it now. And as for the boy..."

Mar glances around the Bar, and finds that Myitt's right. "He does appear to have run off, hasn't he? How odd. And after all your efforts on his part."

Mar then turns back to Myitt, smiling a bit. "Well you're alive now, aren't you? Ossanlin and I had to work quite hard. Although it proves that the bartender is perhaps more dangerous than he appears."

[Myitt]

"We know that this place is dangerous, but what's surprising to me is that it made a conscious decision.  A little quid pro quo, just something in return for a favor.  A life for a life.  Sounds like you can relate to the place quite easily, huh, Mar?"  Myitt smiles faintly.

Corliss takes the gum out of his mouth and looks around, a bit bewildered.  "Um, d'you have like, a napkin, mate?" he asks the bartender.

The bartender looks at Corliss, looks at the gum, and holds out his hand.

Corliss blinks at the bartender's outstretched hand and hesitantly places the gum in it.  Like a magic trick, the bartender closes his hand and does a little flourish, revealing an empty palm.  He wanders idly back to the register.

Corliss looks at Myitt, eyes wide.  "He's not going to kill me now, is he?" he asks cautiously.

"Nah, I don't think gum is on the same level as saving a life, Cor," Myitt replies.

Her brother nods.  "Alright, just checking.  What, you never know with this bloody place!"

[Chad32]

"Alright." Temrash said. "I'll try not to throw my life away on the grounds thta I know people who can ressurect me."

<Good plan.> Jagill said.

"I think those insectoids may have left too. Maybe they were called to do something more important."

[Darth Revan]

((Coming on day 3 waiting for Zombie))

[Myitt]

((You can always just have your character stop the fight and do something else.))

[Darth Revan]

((It's not in his character to do so. If he's in a fight, he's in it 'til the end. He was raised that way, that's been dyed into his very being. He would retreat if the fight is tanking, but with the hounds being put down, the demon severly damaged, and the high numbers on his side, he doesn't see any signs of failure. So he continues on.))

[Chad32]

(Yeah, a soldier should remain in character, and most soldiers wouldn't walk off the battlefield when they're winning. Though I do feel bad that Parker doesn't have other things to do while I have Temrash chat it up in the bar.)

[Myitt]

((True, but if it's making it unenjoyable for you to wait, you could always just have him fall back, or come into the bar and ask for backup to try and finish Zombs' character off?  *shrug* Just hate to see people bored    

"Yeah, I wonder who they were?  Awfully noisy.  Oh well, it's actually kind of interesting to see another insectoid species," says Myitt.

"Though I doubt they'd be quite as, hmm, charitable as the Skrit Na have been," Corliss adds grudgingly.  "Half of our supplies come from those gits, and they aren't always willing to part with them."

[Darth Revan]

((Oh we have plenty of people, it's just that Zombie posts maybe twice a week, and that uber-drags out the fight. Like I said before, by the time we RP a 6 second fight, you guys have talked an hour's worth of convo. I think that before engaging multiple people in a battle RP, you need to put forth a commitment, or kill off your character.))

[Myitt]

((You could always have another character stop into the bar, even just a temporary character?  Sometimes those become the most interesting ))

[Gaz]

Gaz went inside her ship and brought out a bottle that had a stiff drink inside. She handed it to Fletcher.

"Give that to him when he's ready," Gaz said. "I'll be inside the bar. Maybe you'll be able to ease him inside soon."

Gaz walked back into the bar and sat next to Morgan.

The large minotaur said, "How's he doing?"

"About as well as can be expected," Gaz replied.

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, I was working on a fallen Jedi, for story purposes only. No fighting. He'd abhore violence. Or maybe transplant my 16 Worlds character here.))

[Six]

((I'm working on it! I am having to study for Exams and deal with al other kinds of life stuff, I will see if I can get it up either tonight or tomorrow. Okay!?))

[Darth Revan]

((Cool, thanks.))