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Post by jblack on May 17, 2006 1:30:56 GMT -5
So Xeno was taking the night shift. Jorinda notes as he leaves the room.
She glances in the direction of the bar and the bar tender, then back to the group. She notes that the Seer was going to catch a few z's and then addressed her directly. She smiles at him. "I love the night life." She replies, quoting an old song that once in a great while the girls at the Beaver decided to use for their routines when they wanted something slow and sexy. "Come to my room when you're ready. 202." She didn't really care if she wasn't quite dressed when he arrived. He'd already seen her naked once, and in the end, such things no longer bothered her. Strippers had no room for modesty.
Jorinda lingers a little longer with the remains of her meal and the relative solitude, and then makes her way over to the bartender. Settling herself on a stool, she smiles at the man. "Hello." She says, smiling.
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Post by Braddoc on May 17, 2006 21:08:36 GMT -5
(OOC:Those doing the night shift, I'll make another post)
The bartender moved from the family drinking at the end of the bar and approached Jorinda, warning smile on his face, tick German accent in his belly "Gut evening madam. Zhy hope da diner waz guth, yes?...Vould you like zay cup of soytea or soycaf? Zit comes free vith diner. Ve also have zthe real thing, but zI'm afraid zI vill have to charge it."
After taking your order (or not), he leans himself on the bar, not like a slob, more like in a way to get closer. "So, zI heard you vere guarding that zice-cream parlor down zthe street. zI must say..." He looks you over rapidly "...you don't look like za security guard."
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Post by jblack on May 18, 2006 21:51:53 GMT -5
Jorinda nods to the bartender. "A soy caf would be good." In the end, she wasn't too picky about how she got her caffiene, just that she got it.
Jorinda takes note of his approach. She does not move away, but stands her ground, her body language neutral. She smiles at the bartender. So he knew about their little mission. "I'm full of surprises." She replies. "So, what can you tell me about Snomohmish? It seems like a cute little town. Might want to move here someday." Jorinda listens attentively, crossing her legs demurely.
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Post by Braddoc on May 18, 2006 22:29:09 GMT -5
The bartender raises an eyebrow. "Monroe? Ya it's za nice place, zthe people are nice and friendly, but Zhy must admit, except if you know how to runz a farm, it might be hard getting za place to call you own, even more since you're.." The bartender seems to be looking for a word "...not ze human, pardon zthe choice of vords, but a good majority of zthe people here doesn't like Metahumans, mostly because of constant bickering between zthe humans und zthe metas and.."
The man at the end of the bar shakes his glass, making the ice clink together. "Zexcuse me one moment madam." The bartender walks over the man before reaching under the counter and pouring another drink. The barkeep talks to the man in German, or Russian, you can't understand what he is exactly saying, but you did manage to get one word: "Doctor". The man talks back, where you can made out that the bartender's name is Otto.
Otto walks back to you "Zexcuse me for the vait, now vhere vas I..Ah yes, zthe racial problems..zthe human population formed vigilantes gruppe, zattacking metas to protect their farms, even if sometimes zthey seems to do did for zthe fun of it, while zthe metas made raiding gruppe to get even...idiots, they are turning in circles..and the fact that zthe Humanis Policlubbe is very active in Snohomish made it all more dangerous for everybody." Otto shooks his head, muttering something in a language you do not comprend.
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Post by jblack on May 19, 2006 0:13:32 GMT -5
Jorinda listens, even above the noise of the bar. It was something she'd learned at the Beaver, and this place was a cakewalk compared to the strip club.
She nods as the bartender excuses himself to serve another customer. The one that he'd been talking to earlier, the one Gunther had been so very interested in. She makes out the word "doctor", and then looks toward him. Might be handy to know a doctor in a strange town.
Jorinda drinks the soycaf slowly, nursing the drink. When the bartender returns, she rewards him with a smile. "So the Policlub's active here, then?" She shudders slightly. The Humanis Policlub was the worst of the worst. "How many people have disappeared...or been run off?" She hopes that the answer was none, but she wasn't counting on it.
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Post by Braddoc on May 19, 2006 0:51:53 GMT -5
"It is very active, alvays comes over to ruin ze party, yes?" He nods in responce to your question. "....Oh a fev people have been run off of their home because of zthe Nuti-Soy corporation. About 12 farms got either bought off or sold to Nutri-Soy in zthe last few years."
At the end of the bar, the sharply-dressed Asian woman leaves her seat and exits the room, taking the 2 young children with her. Moments later, the man exits. The bartender nod to him and said something in German, to which the man nodded back, and then to you.
Otto clears his troath. "You know you've just lost me a big tip? I hope you'were thinking of getting something else than soycaf.". His accent was gone, his english even sounded local. He reached under the counter and took out a glass of water. "Well, it's payday, so maybe I'll get some people."
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Post by jblack on May 19, 2006 1:06:25 GMT -5
Nutri-Soy, but not the Policlub had been running people off? She makes a note to do some research on this corp. Couldn't be too coincidental that NutriSoy had holdings in a town opening a soy cream shack.
Jorinda offers a sympathetic smile, but little else at the bartender's words. She'd lost more than her fair share of tips to other dancers, so while she felt for him, it garnered little else.
"Perhaps you will." She replies. Especially, she thinks to herself, when you have a lovely woman at the bar guys might buy drinks for.
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Post by Braddoc on May 21, 2006 15:35:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, maybe..I'm Hank by the way." He looks down your cup. "You want a refill?"
15 minutes or so later, orks, 6 of them came in the bar. They all sit at the counter, ordering a few rounds, drinking, talking about the job and some gangers they have to scare away for the fourth time this week.
The ork closest to you gives a few glances here and then in your direction "Hey why are you with soycaf?" He pours a glass of beer and put it in front of you ."Payday's just another good reason to drink! The caf's good for tomorrow morning, yeah? Besides its' meta night tonight! harharhar"
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Post by jblack on May 21, 2006 21:25:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, maybe..I'm Hank by the way." He looks down your cup. "You want a refill? Jorinda offers her hand. "Belle." But before she can answer, the Orks come walking in, keeping her company at the bar. She listens carefully as the orks talk about gangers. She wanted to know which group, but waits for an opening. Jorinda smiles at the ork. She wasn't bothered by other humans or metas anymore; working at the Beaver meant suppressing such urges or it could cost you some cred. She looks at the ork, raises the glass to him and takes one small sip from it. "Thanks." She replies. "So, what do you mean it's Meta Night? Does this place not always serve Metas?" After she gets the answer, she will change the subject. "So,you beat up some gangers tonight? They musta been real pussies, you don't look like you even broke a sweat." Jorinda smiles at the ork. Typically, guys always liked to brag...
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Post by Porter on May 22, 2006 11:30:12 GMT -5
Back in the room, Erick takes a comfortable spot on the bed, the jacket left to the side. His phone left on the nearby table. The plan was to catch a couple of hours of sleep and head back down to the shop to help relieve the two. Erick takes one last look at the glowing numbers on the clock before he lets his eyes close. The Shaman takes deep deliberate breathes to help relax and fall into a mediative state.
((Awaiting Answer via PM from GM))
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Post by Braddoc on May 23, 2006 20:14:32 GMT -5
"So, what do you mean it's Meta Night? Does this place not always serve Metas?"
Hank and the orks exchange laughs at your question. "Actually Belle, this place usually only serve Metas..The bar on Main used to be a mixed place, but 3 months ago, a new owner came in and kicked us metas out." Hank drank from his glass of water "It's no a secret that we not happy about it, and fists were flying, but we all got bored, LoneStar got interested, so everybody called truce and the Metas started drinking here."
"So,you beat up some gangers tonight? They musta been real pussies, you don't look like you even broke a sweat."
The ork sitting next to you burst into laugher, followed by the others. "Pussies! Damn right they are, bunch of wannabes trying to prove they're tough to get some colours..They didn't came around today, they usually come around mid-day, when we're out in the fields, trying to rob old man Jameson..of course, since we're not in harvest, we're always around the barn or the house, a couple of shotgun fired off in the air and some shovels behind their heads make them run away, but i must admit they are becoming a problem." The others ork shook their heads, before one of them spoke up
"Well at least they keep us in shape" Again nodding, bragging about thier feats and exploits in the fights.
[whisper=jblack,Braddoc]The closest ork lowers himself near you "So, come here often Belle?" He grins "Your name fits your person..say, you like dancing?"[/whisper]
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Post by jblack on May 24, 2006 0:40:52 GMT -5
"So, what do you mean it's Meta Night? Does this place not always serve Metas?" Hank and the orks exchange laughs at your question. "Actually Belle, this place usually only serve Metas..The bar on Main used to be a mixed place, but 3 months ago, a new owner came in and kicked us metas out. New owner? Jorinda takes note of the location of the bar and makes a note to research the owner of record when she had a free moment with a computer. At least they were reasonable though; they'd stopped fighting when Lonestar had gotten involved. "Eager to make their colors, eh? What colors were the wannabes trying to earn? I heard there weren't any gangs around these parts." She might not be familiar with the gang, but maybe one of the others could. [whisper=jblack,Braddoc]The closest ork lowers himself near you "So, come here often Belle?" He grins "Your name fits your person..say, you like dancing?"She smiles at the Ork. "Nah, just blew into town tonight." She replies. "But thanks for the compliment." Of course, maybe he wasn't familiar with the woman whose name she'd taken as her street name. 2060 was a long way removed from the Old West. "But as for dancing, it all depends." She replies, smiling at the secret joke only she knew the punchline to. "How good are you?" She figures she has time for a couple dances before she has to get to bed. [/whisper]
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Post by Braddoc on May 26, 2006 19:53:25 GMT -5
"Eager to make their colors, eh? What colors were the wannabes trying to earn? I heard there weren't any gangs around these parts." The ork raised his elbows, giving that "beats me" look "Beats me..with all the farmwork and everything going around, kids don't have time to form gangs, but Redmond is just a little south from here, so I guess they came from there. The barrens ain't a good place to try and act tough and big, maybe they decided to try and make a name for themselves in Monroe, so they could at least brag back in Redmond..bunch of punk-ass bums that's what they all are, instead of repressing us here, LoneStar should get in Redmond and purge it from the those scumbags, that'll do some good, more lands for farming or housing."
[whisper=jblack,Braddoc]"But as for dancing, it all depends." She replies, smiling at the secret joke only she knew the punchline to. "How good are you?" She figures she has time for a couple dances before she has to get to bed.
The ork laughed hard, getting everybody's attention. "What? How good I am? Guys, Who am I?" "You're Billy O'Connell, stupid." "Dipdrek, I meant who am I, in the dancin' world?" "The 5 time winner of the Farmer's Fair annual Polka contest." "Thank you." Billy puts a chip on the counter, at which point Hank takes out a small radio and puts the chip in. Polka music fills the bar. Billy gets up and almost drag you out of your seat, before taking you in his arms, polka-style "Just follow my lead and watch your step, we'll go slow, since you seems like an amateur harhar!" (roll (reaction+intelligence)/2 at TN5) [/whisper]
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Post by jblack on May 27, 2006 23:52:21 GMT -5
The ork raised his elbows, giving that "beats me" look "Beats me..with all the farmwork and everything going around, kids don't have time to form gangs, but Redmond is just a little south from here, so I guess they came from there. The barrens ain't a good place to try and act tough and big, maybe they decided to try and make a name for themselves in Monroe, so they could at least brag back in Redmond..bunch of punk-ass bums that's what they all are, instead of repressing us here, LoneStar should get in Redmond and purge it from the those scumbags, that'll do some good, more lands for farming or housing."So he had no idea. Somehow, she sort of doubted they'd come from Redmond, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Instead, she simply nods, seeming to agree with him about sending LoneStar into the Barrens. Personally, she had a feeling the Star would get its collective ass kicked if they went in. Probably why they didn't bother. [whisper=jblack,Braddoc] The ork laughed hard, getting everybody's attention. "What? How good I am? Guys, Who am I?" "You're Billy O'Connell, stupid." "Dipdrek, I meant who am I, in the dancin' world?" "The 5 time winner of the Farmer's Fair annual Polka contest." Jorinda smiles. Sounded almost like he was the five time World Champion sucker to her. Polka music definitely wasn't her style, but it was her own damn fault for not specifying the kind of dancing. She supposed it was better than slam-dancing...probably wind up with a lot fewer bruises doing polka. "Thank you." Billy puts a chip on the counter, at which point Hank takes out a small radio and puts the chip in. Polka music fills the bar. Billy gets up and almost drag you out of your seat, before taking you in his arms, polka-style "Just follow my lead and watch your step, we'll go slow, since you seems like an amateur harhar!" Jorinda is somewhat startled as she is dragged out of her seat. She looks to Hank for help, but it was already too late. Note to self, never challenge an Ork. She thinks. Jorinda smiles. Actually, she was a pro. Just not at doing polka... She was, however, fairly good at following someone else's lead while dancing. (roll (reaction+intelligence)/2 at TN5) [/whisper] (Reaction 5 + Intelligence 6)/2 = 5 [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][rand=86768493250522753859822807962056734047691469982097330823249172642]
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Post by Porter on May 30, 2006 7:22:40 GMT -5
And as quickly as Erick had fallen asleep, he was now awake. His emerald orbs gazing up at the ceiling as the events of the dream replayed in his head. It was not until recent years did the dreams mean much to Erick. Not since the loss of his sister. He passed them off as they meant nothing. But since her death, he had come to realize that more often that not, a glimpse of the future was given to him.
Erick's focus had been so intense on the dream, he did not even recall getting up from the bed. It was not until he reached for the door did his concentration falter for a moment. Glancing towards the clock before the door was shut behind him, he decided who he was going to search for first.
With Gunther and Xenomarch being relatively new faces to the man, Erick knew without a doubt he would approach Jorinda on this subject first. He felt she was more apt to listen to him. Now he was just hoping she was still downstairs, working the room.
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