Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Myitt]

"Jesus Christ, Myitt, I told you to watch the booze," the woman hisses, closing her eyes briefly as she steadies herself at the bar counter.

Without fanfare she picks up the fallen bar stool and sits back down. "Bartender, can I get a burger? Just put it on the tab." She holds her head in her hands, resting her elbows on the counter, and ignores everyone around her.

[guitarhero01234]

Merc smiles before withdrawing his hand. "Great, you're getting in on the puns, too," he says lightheartedly. He returns to his seat. "The way I see it, the sooner I figure out what the hell is going on here, the sooner I can get the hell out of here and get back home. I got things to take care of, and being trapped in some 'space-time anomaly' - whatever that is - isn't helping things." He absentmindedly takes out his wallet and notices that there was still some cash left inside - strange, considering he was sure he had spent the last of his money. Even more so when he realizes he had no real reason to check his wallet. "Weird . . ." he mumbles. He doesn't linger on this for long, instead opting to slide the bills across the counter and order a White Russian.

"Besides, I really can't get drunk anyway, remember?" He taps his neck. "Weird fuel reserve thing. Hell if even I know what it is, honestly." He pauses for a moment to listen in to the other conversations in the bar, which are still making no sense to him. "What's your story, anyway?" he asks, returning his attention to William. "Seems like we all have one here."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin's main eyes lock onto Jeffry as the man speaks, his words ruthlessly shoving their way into his mind like some strange mix of audible sound and thought-speech...except more invasive.  He resists his urge to recoil, his face a mask of calm.  He listens to Jeffry's tirade, feeling himself swayed toward the human-derivative's point of view.  Of course he should do whatever he had to to save lives...end the war.

After a moment he gives himself a shake and narrows his eyes, the strange, musical fog clearing from his mind with effort.  <Interesting ability...I admit I did not respect its breadth until now.>  He pauses before continuing.  <So..you can see the future then?  You know what is coming?  Behind, the timestream is a single coil of reality...that which has come to pass.  There are infinite timelines, but this one, the one we are in...it is easy to see...to pick out.  Ahead, it fractures into infinite threads of light which weave together at the moment of the present.  It is impossible to see what will happen.  Impossible to predict.  Cutting a thread of the current timestream...changi ng it, causes untold changes in its weave.  Perhaps my actions would save good people, and perhaps it would end up causing the death of a million more.  Perhaps they would save a planet, or perhaps they would destroy a star with inhabited worlds.>  He shakes his head.  <You think I fear what people will think about me?  I command warriors.  Send them to their deaths if absolutely necessary.  I do what I must for the greater good, mind melter.  The repercussions of my abilities are too great for me to abuse them for gains which I have arbitrarily cited as good.  I respect my abilities, and their potentially vast consequences, Jeffry.  As Dalik said, they are not a hammer, and I will not use them as such.>

[Shenmue654]

"I doubt his trick is limited to such broad-spectrum changes," says Jeffrey, twitching and looking toward Dalek. He still hasn't settled down, his hands still shaking a bit and his eyes still glowing. He crosses the room and picks up his drink where He left it on the Bar, taking a long sip. "He can probably change it so that any event...any painful loss" And Jeffrey oh-so-dearly remembers his own. "...never happens." Jeffrey pauses. "...and I think that's what he said he did earlier, for his old buddy Myitt the rebel firestarter. He wouldn't have to wholesale butcher all you guys." Although I admit that would be fun! Billions of little t apeworms falling like dead bits of bird shot through the back of an airpla--- Ohgod. Jeffrey smiles for a moment as the thought crosses his mind, but then rubs his head, trying to stop himself from riding that gruesome train of thought. Come on. Sanity is important, self. People like it.

"Heh...no, I'm not a Precog," says Jeffrey, sighing. "I can't see the futures in the air. Although I used to date one, once. I still have no idea why she wanted to help me, but **** I can't imagine it was for me." Jeffrey laughed a bit, but then turned solemn. "It hurts, okay? It hurts that people like you can know the future, and can just decide who wins, and loses, and who suffers, and then you come to feel bad about using it for personal reasons, as if you still were allowed that when you could do something different. Either make a better world and let the wicked rot, use your power, make it shine...or don't...but going halfway like this, with guilt?....ugh." He then fell silent.

 

[Chad32]

"My dad actually suffered from depression because a guy who couldn't feel empathy was messing with timelines. He was the only one who was really aware of it. Luckily he lost the ability. It's not gone, but the one who has it doesn't used it. Supposedly. I probably wouldn't know if she did."

[Shenmue654]

Jeffrey blinks in surprise at Verdana's statenent. "Empathy, huh? ....interesting. That's..one of the things that's wrong with me, outside this Bar. I think the place is giving me a reprieve from the disease." Although not that much of one.

"Why could your Dad pick up on that?" Said Jeffrey casually. "Usually, only the Precogs can tell."

[Chad32]

"He never really explained. Like I've mentioned, he's got some weird stuff in his house. Like a machine that can travel to different universes. Somehow he was able to retain memories, or had something that could do it. Maybe from before the first guy got his powers, because you can only reset time up to the point where you got the powers."

[Shenmue654]

"Sounds like an accident waiting to happen, your Dad," says Jeffrey, chuckling. "And like you've been on a few jaunts on your short time on this Earth. Consider yourself lucky that..." Jeffrey turns to Verdana with an odd smile. "......other possibilities seem open to you, Skeleton Dance."

"With that said, there'a a whole multiverse of opportunities to chew the fat in here, so....anything you want to know about my end, I'll tell you." 

[Chad32]

"They say that the more you kill, the more detached you get from other people, and the easier it gets to kill again. Until eventually you can talk about it so casually that it seems....normal? I guess it's a Human thing, but it's not something Monsters are entirely comfortable with. So I've been tuning out some of the talk here. It's kind of depressing. I wonder how many times it took before it stopped bothering you so much?"

[Terenia]

William shrugs, his hand going back to the tankard in front of him. "That all depends on which part of my story you want," he points out. "I'm a good, oh," he clucks his tongue, considering, "seventy-five years old now? That's a lot of story." He grins. "Though not nearly as much as some of the others."

He pauses to take a sip of ale. "Of course, if you're wanting to know how I arrived here, I'm afraid that's a bit of a mystery. My ship was caught in a storm off the coast of Maine." His lips twist into a scowl. "I liked that ship. Anyhow, I remember being knocked overboard. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was dry as a bone, lying in the dirt out there." He waves vaguely at the door.


Dalik's expression sours as she listens to Jefrey and Ossanlin speak. She doesn't participate, though, just watching the leftover ice melt within her glass. Occassionally she glances at the bar, where the human woman is sitting, but she doesn't move.

<<He's not coming.>>

<<Be quiet,>> Dalik snaps. <<He's coming. And if he doesn't I'll find him and kill him for wasting my time.>> Her eyes flicker back to Myitt, remembering her threats. <<Perhaps it is best if he doesn't come.>>

[Myitt]

The human woman drums her fingers on the bar counter, still waiting for her burger.

A loud, piercing screech resounds from somewhere behind the bar, presumably within the walk-in freezer - there's a big, metal door at one end of the bar.

The bartender is nowhere to be seen. The screeching cuts off abruptly; it's something like the cry of a bird and the throaty bass of a mother crocodile.

Myitt's host pays it no mind, and only sighs, shifting her head to her other arm.

[Shenmue654]

"Kid, it's not the killing so much as the Esper Backfire Syndrome--- I'm literally caring less about other people as I go," says Jeffrey, idly drumming his fingers on the table. "If I had to pinpoint some kind of exact time I got too cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, I'd say it was...."

Jeffrey appears to think on it, and then smiles jovially. "....I'd say three years ago kid! That's when the last of me went in the boats with the elv----"

Jeffrey hears the screeching and turns his head to Myitt. He throws up an arm. "...the hell did you order, woman?"

[Chad32]

"I've heard of keeping your meat fresh, but that's going overboard."

[guitarhero01234]

"Seventy-five?" Merc says, raising an eyebrow. "You don't look it, that's for sure." He drums his fingers on the bar for a moment. "I think you said something earlier about being dead? Definitely in line with what you just said. I don't think it's particularly easy to survive a shipwreck like that. Jeffrey was convinced he was dead, too." He glances over at Ossanlin, Dalik and Myitt. "They all seemed to come here of their own devices. And I guess Verdana got here by some sort of freak technological accident or . . . something. As for me, I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. That is, unless I somehow OD'd on pills." He seems to briefly consider this. "Actually, now that I think about it, I guess that's poss-"

Mercer's train of thought is promptly cut off by the sudden loud noise. Although it doesn't last long, it's more than enough to break Merc's focus. "What the hell was that!?"

[Terenia]

William is about to answer Mercer, but the screeching noise makes him jump, head swiveling to the bar. He is silent for a beat, then says in a remarkably level voice, "I don't know, but let's hope it stays behind that door."

Clearing his throat, he takes another long drink of ale to settle his nerves. "I can't be dead. Not again. If I had died in the shipwreck I'd no longer be joined to this body. William would be gone, and I'd be back in the duhovni. Something else brought me here."

He grimaces as another screech comes from behind the door. "And if I'm not dead, it stands to reason you aren't either. Though I'm not entirely sure that status is going to last long in this place."


Dalik sits bolt upright at the screeching sound, her eyes going wide. She grasps at the Dracon holstered to her hip, sliding it free and standing at the same time. "What the dapsen hell is that?" she demands. She makes it over to the human woman in two steps, grabbing her by the shoulder roughly with her free hand. "What did you do, human?"