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Post by Xtreme on Jul 20, 2005 8:47:43 GMT -5
the UGR is designed so that ppl can MEET... get to know one ANOTHER... this topic had nothing to do with mechs campaign.. never did.. never intended to .. never was gonna be... it was simply a place for people to meet either by chance or request.. or for people to get into the RPG groove.. am I really explaining the purpose of the UGR that badly? I dont know how to explain its purpose any better without writting 200 pages of examples..... perhaps this room was just a bad idea
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Jul 20, 2005 9:20:44 GMT -5
(I suggest moving this discussion to the OOC subforum where it belongs so we can keep it out of the IC action. But to answer your concerns, no I don't think it was a bad idea, it just wasn't explained thoroughly. Let me think of an appropriate description, and I'll get back to you . . . and if you already have a good description, maybe you just need to hit people with your modly sceptor of thwacking and tell them to read the rules before posting.)
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Post by GreatMilenko on Jul 20, 2005 14:27:46 GMT -5
I suppose my question SHOULD have read "Can this serve as a flashback?" Maybe that makes more sense...
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Post by Xtreme on Jul 21, 2005 22:05:18 GMT -5
hmmm.. perhaps we can look at it as a " those involved have agreed, just this is the night b4 the run" hows that sound to you mech it would explain why were all in the bar.. perhaps a little nervous.. some of us are doing this run for the first time (character exp wise).. perhaps why I was there ( scoping out who I was running with since I dressed all covered so as to not be identified during the meeting) yea.. I like that... this threads just about out of steam neways... we gotta try and start some more..
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Post by sabosect on Aug 18, 2005 20:24:39 GMT -5
She walks in the bar, her eyes looking around. The combination of ultrasound, thermographic, and regular eyesight gave some people headaches, but after years of experience with it she was comfortable. She pauses, her loose pants flowing with her movements, and looks around. Her shirt was obviously old, as it had the words "Dragons do it on the fly" on the front, but it had made her laugh at the same she saw it. Then, spotting the bar, she smiled and moved towards it.
The only visible hint of her cyberarms are the hands, the rest hidden by a longcoat that could easily conceal a gun. And, that it did, as she made it a point to never go anywhere without at least her Predator. The machine pistol had been checked in at security, even though the guard gave her a strange look as he saw the mods to it, and she had simply smiled at him. The assault rifle had been left at home, which made her uncomfortable in this part of town.
She approaches the bar, pausing only once to admire the show on the stage, and waits patiently while a barkeep handles another order. This gives her time to look around, get a feel for the place, before going to her next course of action. She then waves at the barkeep, hoping the sudden glint off her hand doesn't blind somebody.
"I'm here to see Dom. I was told he could help give me some advice," she says.
Now, to wait on the owner.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 18, 2005 23:04:04 GMT -5
:: dom eyes the customer the same as he would any other, though the shirt brought a brief smile ::
"perhaps.. would you like a drink first?"
:: he finishes pouring a drink for the man sitting two barstools down from the lady, watching the stage ::
" tonights 1/2 off for the ladys "
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Post by sabosect on Aug 18, 2005 23:32:45 GMT -5
She shook her head. Tonight she was meeting someone and had to be professional. Besides, she suspected he wouldn't serve the same drinks as she was used to.
"Just here to see Dom."
Then, she pauses, looking at him. It suddenly occured to her exactly who he quite possibly is. And if she was right....
"Tell Dom I'm here to ask about a good place to have dinner at."
She hoped that would get his attention. And if she was wrong, at least it would get Dom's attention.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 18, 2005 23:46:22 GMT -5
:: without missing a beat Dom replies::
"well.. guess it would depend on if your in the mood for shrimp or beef"
:: his hand reaches under the bar for a dark cobalt blue glass, the glass for females drinking.. he begins to fill it with Budweiser ::
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Post by sabosect on Aug 18, 2005 23:51:47 GMT -5
She smiles. She was right. This is exactly who she thought. And to see an owner doing this... Well, she thought it was pretty good of him. The place she normally frequented, the owner didn't do this.
"I'm more in the mood for Italian myself."
She waited his reply. And, as she did, she made a mental note to find out which of her contacts had given out her phone number. If it was one of the two fixers she didn't know well, she would make sure he didn't have a chance to regret it. If it wasn't, she'd tell them to ask her next time.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 19, 2005 0:02:45 GMT -5
:: he hands the glass to her ::
" lemme think about it... heres a beer on the house.. why dont you go enjoy the show "
:: he turns to walk away giving no extra attention to the female and begins to take drink orders::
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Post by sabosect on Aug 19, 2005 0:08:18 GMT -5
She blinks as he walks off. Shrugging, she sips the beer and watches the woman on stage. The fun she could have. Well, if she had the money, anyway. She drinks the beer faster, figuring she might as well enjoy it, and continues to watch the show. Even if things get rowdy, she's got her spurs and her gun.
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Post by GreatMilenko on Aug 19, 2005 13:02:09 GMT -5
Noah peers over towards the lady that just came from the bar. He adjusts himself to sitting up straight and gazes in amazement as she downs her beer.
*I wish I could relax like that* he thinks...
Suddenly he realizes he's staring and turns back towards the dance area... he looks over periodically... if she meets his eyes with hers, he grins sheepishly and looks back to the dance area.
*It's not like that lady... just never seen a woman drink like that... and there's something about that look on your face... who or what are you looking for...?*
::Motion for Elektra to come towards me... tip her generously...::
When Elektra gets close, I'm going to whisper for a private dance after the floor show...
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Post by sabosect on Aug 19, 2005 13:28:48 GMT -5
She notices the man looking and watches him, not bothering to diguise the fact she saw him. Yeah, he would get fragged and organlegged before he had a chance to drek himself in her area. But, she watches with interest as he interacts with the waitress he calls over. Maybe she would visit this place again and try a few things out...
She sets the glass on the bar and makes a hand signal to the barman, an effective nonverbal way of saying, "Thanks, chummer." The signal was one of the oldest, left over from the late Twentieth Century, and involved a wave that started out with all five digits extended and ended with her thumb, pinkie, and ring finger bent towards her palm while the middle and index remained extended. She hopes he understood the signal and stands up, walking towards the door. One final appreciative glance at the stage, a quick nod to a waitress, and an impish grin as she reclaims her gun from security without even breaking stride. Then, she's out on the street, cell phone in hand and fixer already picking up the call.
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Post by 1sxygmer on Aug 20, 2005 9:36:26 GMT -5
I stride over to Noah... he is looking good tonight... but he looks as though he needs to relax some.
"what can i help u with, sweetie.... need another one?"
giving him a wink, i wait for his reply
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Post by Falindraun on Aug 21, 2005 21:07:50 GMT -5
john a largeish human stands up after parking his motorcycle and setting the alarm walks into the bar having left his ares viper slivergun locked on his bike and pays the cover charge to the door bouncer and walks upto the bar and askes for a dark beer
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