Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances back at Corliss and smirks. "What? It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I'm just giving this young gent a warm "Hello." It isn't like we're having any other problems right now."

Things were looking up for Mar. His hangover had subsided into a dull throb. Although, he was feeling some kind of unusual sensation in his stomach. And something about it bothered him. It felt...hollow.

Mar rubbed his stomach and asked, "My stomach feels...wrong. Like I should be...doing something, I think. Is this a common side effect of getting drunk?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan grins at Mar. "Kinda. By doing something, do you mean expelling chunks of half-digested food in some sort of acid swill? Because if so, then yeah, that's about right." He eyes Zarris up and down. "What brings you to town, stranger?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan grins, and asks Danika, "Pirate Gaz has a galley! Do you!?"



((Go ahead and play Keirdan, he'll get on board with her no problem. I have to go to school. Blah.))

[Chad32]

Danika had the orb look up what a typical galley was supposed to look like. "One galley coming right up." She said. While she was at it, she looked up other stuff to help the inside look like your typical pirate ship, with everything most ships had. They both walked inside.

"Alright Capn Hardbones, your ship awaits. You may take your place in the bridge."

Breekan squeeled in delight as he scrambled into the chair, and took the controls. They were simple and easy to understand. "Can I fly it?" He asked.

"Of course. Let's make a run close to the ground so you can get the hang of it."

"The ship raised from the ground, and they were off at a reasonable page, a dozen yards or so above the tree line. "This is great!" He yelled.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin directs a stalk-eye to the new-comer.  His garb reminds Ossanlin of some sort of entertainment game Myitt had once told him about...Legends of Zolda or something like that.  Strange, but then the Space Bar saw all types.  He watches the large hunter sip his tea for a moment, it seems such a strangely dainty thing for the bounty-hunter to be doing, but then he guessed Asmodee wasn't really a bounty-hunter anymore anyway.

<Well, I'm glad that you might find another calling.  I wish you luck in your future travels Asmodee.  I hope that if you do leave this place you'll come back and visit soon.  I'm sure if you ever find the need to teach the Empire a lesson, Myitt would be more than happy to work with you regarding rebel operations.  I'm sure Temrash would as well if he decides to join the rebels.>  Ossanlin eye-smiles at Asmodee before taking another long draught through his hoof and turning his gaze upon Mar.

<If you're feeling a severe discomfort you may need to vent your stomach as Breekan suggested, but if it is merely a lesser discomfort, it is most-likely your body's need to ingest nutrients.  In other words, you would most-likely relieve the feeling by eating.>  Ossanlin gestures at the fried, ground meat that had been placed in front of the bar's newest denizen, and smiles again at Mar, still scanning the room with both stalk-eyes.

[Chad32]

"If I get bored of relaxing at home, I'll look you up." Asmodee said. "To tell you the truth, I've never been much for alchohol. That may be obvious to you by now."

[Alic]

((im at my moms. computer. no excuse for me not to rpely. promise i will do so in a bit))

[Kit Zarris]

Seeming focused on finishing his food a bit faster than normally possible for a human, it takes him a moment to reply to his two onlookers.  As he finished he takes careful subtle note of the eyes now upon him, though he appears perfectly relaxed.

"Space Bar? ...huh.  Well thanks for the welcome.  I am just passing through.... i think."  Waves over to the bartender, placing a few more coins on the table.  ""Another one when you get the chance."

(By the by, his clothes are older fashioned and woodsy and likely have a darker shade of green in there somewhere, but he isnt exactly wearing a fairy tunic and tights >.> hehe.)

[Myitt]

((What, he's not Errol Flynn with a Master Sword? XD  Guys, this is my friend Frank, by the way.  Me and Frank go way back, back to like, the dark ages of public school.  And also Dave keeps moaning about how he has to post now that you've posted.  For everyone's information, Dave/Pez001's character Torran is "somewhere in the bar passed out comatose drunk".))

Corliss looks calmly over at Mar.  "What?  I'm not your governess, man, I just came over 'ere to get another pint."  He smirks and takes a sip.  Addressing the newcomer, he says, "What's your name, then?  I'm Corliss Three-Eight-Two, just call me Corliss, alright?  Screw the bloody man.  My host's name is Michael."

The bartender glances at Zarris, his unreadable expression somehow annoyed.  He scribbles something and places the little yellowed notepad in front of Zarris.  It reads: "Another ale, or another Velociraptor burger?"

[Terenia]

Ardiss relaxes slightly as both Mar and Corliss get up from the table. The rebel and the multi-dimensional...something...put her on edge. She leans back against the chair and surveys the other occupants of the bar. The two Andalites are still there, absorbed in their own petty business no doubt. There are several people that she does not recognize - they must have entered during her conversation with Corliss and Temrash. She also noticed that the little boy, or whatever he was, was gone. Vaguely she wondered where he might have gone off to.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan turns around, and grins at Danika. "Can we go get my brother? He said I'm not big enough to fly a ship, but I am! Let's go show him!"


Shal lets a leg hang down on either side of the beam, and stares down at the bar's other inhabitants, she yawns, and stretches, popping her back. She considers getting something to eat.

[Myitt]

Corliss briefly scans the room while he waits for the stranger to respond, noting that Ardiss is still where they left her at her table.  It wouldn't do for her to wander into the broken Skimmer, though it would take some fixing for that to become a threat; and Myitt's Bug fighter was both invisible and practically a time bomb to anyone who dared try to enter without knowing what tricks she'd jerry-rigged.

[Kit Zarris]

Nods to the bartender.  "Another of each, why not."  Leans back again in his char as he looks toward the ceiling for a moment.  "Name's Zarris." Looks carefully at Corliss.  "Corliss... and Michael? huh..."  Returns viscously to his food as soon as it arrives.

[Myitt]

The bartender just stands there, staring at nothing in particular; short, greasy black hair hangs untouched in front of his eyes.  A fly could land on his nose and he probably wouldn't twitch.

Corliss smiles.  "Yup.  The whole parasitic package deal, y'know." 

<Is that what they're calling it these days?> Michael wonders silently, inside his own head.

He gently taps the side of his head, then sets his glass down on the bar counter.  "So, Zarris, you're in transit?  Where are you from, then, if you don't mind my asking?  This place has a way of having people sort of stumble upon it, from loads of different starting points."

((Frank eating a burger...ah, fiction...))

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods. Odd. It seems as though I'm going to have to eat. Mar then waves for the bartender and states, "Fillet mignon with parsley on the top. Also, I'd like another glass of grape juice."

The bartender grunts and sets about preparing Mar's order. Mar then turns to Zarris and asks,

"Pardon me, but exactly when are you from? Your clothes seem a bit strange for a spacefarer."