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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 13:20:08 GMT -8
"See what I mean?" Eralam deadpanned. "things could always be worse."
The former Shard flipped Jud the bird.
"How are you doing, you crusty old son if a bitch?"
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 13:27:53 GMT -8
Corr nodded sagely at Eralam before casting an appraising eye at Juds rather venerable form. His head tilted to the right as his scrutiny intensified, lips pursing around the smoking cigar.
"Christ, Jud. I've seen more meat on a Chicken McNugget!"
He shook his head in wonder.
"You can't weight but a buck oh five. How do you stay alive? In fact...
He backpedaled as images of Jud sucking the life-essence out of small children sprang to his mind.
"Belay that. I don't wanna know..."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 13:28:33 GMT -8
As Major decided to flawlessly blend into her writer for the occasion, her writer decided to start smashing her awareness by accusing her of being a complete homosexual. Her writer knew this would hurt her feelings, and so to show a measure of appreciation to her character, she furthermore insulted her as if reading from a bullet pointed list, for minutes on minutes too. All because Major said: "Let's do this together for once." And then it opened the floodgates of colorful curse words. Growing tired, the writer eventually decides to just go with the flow.
"Wearing tights feels better than I expected. Wait. Wearing. Wuh. I CAN SPEAK PERFECT BASIC WITHOUT MAGIC! Fascinating. Somehow, when we both focus togther, my vowels aren't harsh." Blinking twice, and impressed with this new, overbearing, god like power, she promptly sits at the bar, sort of apart from anyone else.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 23, 2014 13:33:33 GMT -8
"Ah." Jud started with a grin at, Era. "Leave it to a mineral to mimic the intrinsic nuances of biological greetings." Jud chuckled before taking down his hood. His pale skin actually flushed with warmth from the liquor. "I'm well as you can see. "Jud tapped his bottle lovingly. "And as for you." Jud looked the "human" over. "Seems you've found a new hiding place... How'd they get you in there?" Jud looked around Era in mock befuddlement. "Ah, suppository. Very cheeky." Jud finished with a wink.
Jud's head turned towards Corr. "Chicken nugget?" Jud looked down at himself, pulling on the robes that draped over his emaciated, mummified, wizened husk of a body. "I would have said Kowakian monkey-lizard. It's less hurtful. As for staying alive..." Jud opened his mouth and raised a finger. "Eh, you're right TMI."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 13:43:46 GMT -8
"No crystal. I am 100% human, though it should be noted that I can still kill you with my brain."
Eralam nearly choked on his drink as he saw what the Major was wearing, but given recent events, let the costume go unremarked. He turned back to Corr and Jud.
"Things look to be getting a bit more crowded. I'll kick it off here before too long."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 13:52:21 GMT -8
I'm alone now. There doesn't seem to be anyone around. Or was that about being in space?
"Barkeep! I would like a drink that will make me be a great conversationalist. You got anything like that for someone like me?"
The bartender looks.... well....
"Ouch. Gotcha. Sigh. Beer please. You've got any burbon barrel ale?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 13:56:15 GMT -8
The bartending droid was physically incapable of rolling its eyes, but it understood the need in a flash of insight. There was enough alcohol here of enough varieties to satisfy just about any desire. It produced a pint of the requested beverage with just the right amount of head in it.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 13:58:22 GMT -8
Corr blanched at Jud speaking "TMI". That was as bad as the fooking idiots of today actually saying "Lol". Corr had blasted four people just this morning for just such an offense. In Jud's case he let it go. The man obviously had enough problems without Corr ventilating him. Besides... the way Jud was at the moment the only thing a bullet to the head would do is make him whistle when he walked...
Corr followed Eralams gaze as it betrayed his surprise, also watching as Major made her way to the bar and sat, seeming to errect a wall around her that screamed "fuck off" to all that sought to engage her in light conversation. A sigh escaped the big man as he became envious of such a talent. He thought about challenging that barrier but immediately decided he was yet drunk enough to attempt such an undertaking. Undertaking being an apt word there, wot?
Instead he turned his attention back to Eralam, Jud and Ade, naturally swallowing booze and demanding refills as he did so.
"Kick it off?"
It was a puzzled question as Corr literally had no idea what Eralam was on about. Bear in mind Corr, nor his writer, know Eralams role here but both have assumed that he has one given the creation of threads and previous comments like the above...
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 23, 2014 13:58:35 GMT -8
"Ha, kill me? You're cute...." Jud said before turning to see what caused Era to almost do a spit take, and in doing so almost fell off his stool. "Is that even possible?" Jud said aloud, his thought totally bypassing his brain for inner monolog only. Jud took another deep swig of Thallrika and huffed out a pained burning breath. He was looking at the Major, right? This woman was the Major....right?
"Yah, you kick it off. Whillspeed, my son."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 14:00:10 GMT -8
"Oh! What a nice brobot you are! Do you talk? No? Sounds like the perfect ma- perso- compan- err... Here's what. I let that joke die in my throat and you don't have to hear me tell it."
I'm not making any sense. It's the lack of glasses. Has to be. My weight distribution is all off.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 14:05:07 GMT -8
Such a problem had been anticipated. The bartender droid produced a set of glasses from beneath the bar and slide them over to the Major. It couldn't speak, but it was capable of seeing and distinguishing the writers that mingled with their characters in this place. It was odd and stressful.
Eralam, meanwhile, rolled his eyes. He could. He was allowed.
"Corr, this is what we call a 'party.' The band will play something called 'music.' The people who wish to do so will be able to dance. Try to keep up."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 14:10:21 GMT -8
His visor was feeling helpful and displayed the definition of the word 'party' for him, much to his annoyance. Seemed even his own HUD was mocking him, something that happened with startling frequency these days.
"I am aware of the concept, though there is more fighting and fire in my culture..."
He snorted and continued to saturate himself with poison.
"Dancing should only be done with blaster bolts around ones feet..."
He threw a leer at Major, his helm twisting grotesquely.
"Or maybe of one were on fire."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 14:14:00 GMT -8
Glasses would ruin the look. Plus it's creepy that a robot would have that under the bar. For now, the Major remains silent and takes a gulp from the beer. Meanwhile, she pulls on the botton of her shorts, because she didn't wear shorts and it felt really short.
Where the Hell was Tess anyway?
This place was feeling hostile, on account of the leers and such.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 23, 2014 14:20:47 GMT -8
Sinistra eventually made her way into the ballroom, slightly buzzed, smiling easily and in very unSithlike cheerful mood. There were hugs and kisses for all as she came up to where Adrien, Corr, Jud'dayus, Eralam and the Major were drinking as the band tuned up behind them.
"Evening friends, a fine night all around."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 14:32:58 GMT -8
Eralam greeted his date warmly, though he was careful to keep things decorous. It was too early to let things get wild.
"Hey, Sin. Heehee, we won a trophy."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 14:39:01 GMT -8
"Friends...?"
Corr fired her a mock glare as he spoke around the cigar, words finally beginning to slur a little due to the copious amounts of toxins he was ingesting. There was some sort of mild narcotic in the cigars too, but he could quite remember what it was. He also still had that wrap of white powder he had taken from Caed earlier, having encountered and beaten up the Sith assassin outside the event. Corr had shot the yellowed-eyed mans 'date', mistaking her for a biological weapon deployed against him.
Staring at Sin's dress, or more accurately her cleavage, he surmised that it would be an excellent place from which to snort said powder. Stop. Bad Corr. Move along. Back to the dress...
His nod mixed approval and skepticism as he waved away her attempt at a hug, though he was sure his battered appearance, combined with the abysmal stench, would likely have put her off. She'd get smothered in soot for one thing.
"That's a lovely dress, my Lady..."
For Corr CAN call Sinistra 'Lady'.
"I appear to be ridiculously under-dressed for this occasion, wot..."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 23, 2014 14:54:45 GMT -8
"Indeed we did!" She raised a glass of champagne to him in a toast. Corr's sooty outfit and reeking odor put her off for all of 2 seconds before she snapped her fingers and Corr's outfit was replaced with a debonair suit and a polished buy'ce over his head. "That's for the lady remark."
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 15:00:54 GMT -8
Elsewhere, a glass is emptied, reloaded, then was shotguned. This was going as expected. But being a shadow ghost had advantages. Nobody saw the Major wipe her mouth with her hand. Probably.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 15:00:57 GMT -8
Of course the buy'ce couldn't be replaced, it being his face and all, but polishing it was a neat trick. The rest of it, from sequins to cuffs, lapels to tails, was splendid. The last touch appeared with a pop... the fabulous top hat displayed in the profile pic.
With a wry smile he too raised his glass.
"Touche."
He drank deeply and slammed the glass down, slapping his thigh in delight.
"I see your flair for stylish revenge remains unabated. What else remains unbridled I wonda..."
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 23, 2014 15:07:26 GMT -8
We had no sooner arrived at the bar than some familiar faces appeared.The situation seemed to have calmed down now, as three separate forms slowly walked to the bar. Together, Dante, Arcturus, and Baylan silently shook their heads in unison and took a seat on the stools.=Baylan= "Whiskey." =Dante= "Red wine." =Arcturus= "Anything brightly colored. Yeah. Taste the rainbow bitches." Nudging Arcturus, Dante jerked his head at the nearby Fel crew and Sin. Hooting, Arcturus stood up and walked over, wrapping his arms around Wade.=Arcturus= "Oh my! It's wade and company! Wait...you look different...did you pull an Arcturus? I would know - went through fifty three variations in six years...or however long the universe has been open. Long enough for me not to care to count. Did you ever meet this variation? Or did you meet the lizard. I think it was the lizard. Or was it the whale? I can never keep the two straight. Clearing his throat, Dante came up behind Arcturus and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Dante looked...bored - very much as if the entire thing was beneath him, or summarily didn't concern him. On the flip side, he looked as sane as he possibly could - downright polite and cordial even. He smiled warmly at the crew, and even inclined his head slightly.=Dante= "We should have dressed for the occasion." =Baylan= "Uh...uh...what is the occasion?" Arcturus winced slightly and nodded assentingly at Dante's comment on dress - both sharing much the same tastes in fashion being from Serenno - though both rolled their eyes at Baylan's comment.=Dante & Arcturus= "Shut up newbie!!"
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