[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXI

[InyutheBeatIs]

Talia drops down and takes the seat next to Chris. Crouching in the seat, of course.

So, what're you up to now?

"Well...aside from picking up the pieces of the fallout, I was hiding out here. I got this odd feeling like my life was about to be snuffed out horrifically. That, and I might swing by GLoG, see if they can accept some adventurers. That is, if you're still interested."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Talia shrugs a little.

From what I know, GLoG isn't too big on adventurers. They're more like the Red Cross. Help the people, not fight for the people. Though, if anything big goes down, they'll fight.

[InyutheBeatIs]

Talia shrugs a little.

From what I know, GLoG isn't too big on adventurers. They're more like the Red Cross. Help the people, not fight for the people. Though, if anything big goes down, they'll fight.

Chris stares blankly at her. "...You're kidding me."

He then headdesks. "Neither is HALO."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Talia shrugs.

Most of the big groups around here have what people they need for that stuff. Far as I know, best thing to do is go around and see if anybody needs help with something. Go around the city, I mean.

[InyutheBeatIs]

Talia shrugs.

Most of the big groups around here have what people they need for that stuff. Far as I know, best thing to do is go around and see if anybody needs help with something. Go around the city, I mean.

Chris quirks an eyebrow. "You mean go door-to-door, offering our services by word-of-mouth?" He looks confused. "That's...an interesting method."

[Kyrian]

"It follow you all places, yet you do not know what it is?" Marcie asks Drew, looking curious. "Why not just ask?"

Drew thinks about it for a moment, then turns to ask the box, but the box text is already changed:

Just tell her.

He turns red again, and glares a little at the box.

You think she's cute.

Gah! Why do you keep bothering me!

[The Bushranger]

[Captain and Crew]

He quirks his eye at the mention of a plasma torch.

"What sort of meal requires a plasma torch exactly, Val?" He jests, grinning at her.

"Clearly one that needs a lot of cooking, really fast," Val says, with a completely straight face.

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Marcie blushes furiously!
And buries her face in her hands, totally embarassed.
(But she's peeking at Drew through them. )

[KerfuffleMach2]

Chris quirks an eyebrow. "You mean go door-to-door, offering our services by word-of-mouth?" He looks confused. "That's...an interesting method."

Well, I meant more of hanging around public places, waiting for some old lady to yell 'Thief!'

But, yeah, I guess that could work too.

[InyutheBeatIs]

Well, I meant more of hanging around public places, waiting for some old lady to yell 'Thief!'

But, yeah, I guess that could work too.

"Oh..." Chris takes a sip of his new drink. "...We'll need flyers. We also might want to recruit again."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Sounds like somebody's going to have some fun here.

And deadtime.

[InyutheBeatIs]

Sounds like somebody's going to have some fun here.

And deadtime.

Chris nods his head. "Yep. I'll get on that."

He then takes another sip. "What do you think we should be looking for, recruit-wise?"

[Trobby]

"Clearly one that needs a lot of cooking, really fast," Val says, with a completely straight face.

"Sounds like you've had quite some experience with cooking, Val."

Tobias grins, though his player isn't terribly sure what else to do with him...

[The Bushranger]

Well, something will come up.
Or, the airship could be built offscreen?

"Hey, you try eating Meals Rejected by the Enemy for two months and you'll understand why necessity is the mother of invention." Val giggles.

[FireFox]

Kevin walks in and takes a seat at the bar, ordering a pint of ale.

[The Bushranger]

Crissy, meanwhile, looks away from the deadtime-paused conversation with Dorotha, and spots...

"Oh, hey! Kevin! Over here!" she calls happily, waving from their table!

[FireFox]

Kevin pays for his drink, then looks up in surprise when he hears Crissy. He seems unsure for a second, then shrugs and walks over to sit at her table. Hello, Crissy.

[Trobby]

Well, something will come up.
Or, the airship could be built offscreen?

"Hey, you try eating Meals Rejected by the Enemy for two months and you'll understand why necessity is the mother of invention." Val giggles.

"Believe me, I know what sort of mother necessity can be."

The kind that you curse when you wish you had some garlic and a wooden stake while suddenly discovering you are inside a vampire's mansion, Tobias?

Or maybe the kind where you wish you had thought to bring a more powerful weapon before stealing the dragon's gold, Tobias?

...actually, he's grinning quite a bit now...heh...I guess it's not such a bad mother after all.

((And it probably will be...we'll have to make an Outside spot for it. And I'll have to write a post for it.

Too bad the Isle of Coconut Bees is going to be empty. ))

[The Bushranger]

"Hey, Kevin! What's up?"
Crissy, who is currently drinking a Celestial Soda Pop, still looks rather tipsy from her one drink earlier. "Dorotha an' I are gonna be making her world cheerful!"

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Val grins back at Captain Tobias. "Exactly! So, yeah. I can cook all kinda different things."


((Yea. ))

[FireFox]

That sounds great. He smiles, because it does, but he's also a little wary. The last time they saw each other... well, that was just embarrassing.

[The Bushranger]

Crissy doesn't seem to recall, or isn't embarassed enough by it right now.
"Yeah! We're not sure, like, when we can do it though, and we're thinking maybe we'll need some help - hey, maybe you could join us? Wanna?"

[FireFox]

Kevin thinks about it, then shrugs. I don't know if I'd be any good.

[Trobby]

Val grins back at Captain Tobias. "Exactly! So, yeah. I can cook all kinda different things."


((Yea. ))

((*hugs* We'll make it work. don't worry...and I'm sure he'll be okay. *smallsmile*))

"Hmm...you could be our ship's security officer...AND the chef? That would make trips to the kitchen quite interesting..."

Tobias is grinning again. Swishing his tail. And, because, I've decided it is night time now instead of the afternoon, it is time for them to order drinks!

[The Bushranger]

Crissy giggles and goes to give Kevin a poke on the shoulder.
"Sure you would! You made this, didn't you?"
And she holds up her amulet.
"You would like totally help!"


Oh, by the way, she's dressed like this.

[FireFox]

Kevin smiles a little bit. Yeah, I make things. I dunno how you plan on cheering people up though...

[The Bushranger]

((*hugs* Yea.))

"Hmm. WOuld I get to have a battle spatula?" Val asks, her expression either serious, or playing it perfectly straight.

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"Well, see, that's one place we might need help. Maybe some pretty stones and things to make things all bright colors?" Crissy asks, smiling back.

[FireFox]

Kevin may be something of an artist, but he's uncomfortable about his work being seen and appreciated by a large number of people. Whenever he makes buildings or statues in public places, he tries to pretend nobody else will see. So he doesn't look to sure right now.

[The Bushranger]

"Awwwwwww..."

Crissy would kiss Kevin to distract him, but she's not that drunk.

So instead, she just uses the Puppy-Dog Eyes...

[Trobby]

((*hugs* Yea.))

"Hmm. WOuld I get to have a battle spatula?" Val asks, her expression either serious, or playing it perfectly straight.

"I think you would have to get one hydro-dynamically designed, with port and starboard attachments."

"And Turbo Drive."

Are you trying to outdo me on being seriously funny? Because I should warn you, I kind of practically sorta do it ALL the time.

It's true. He's obsessive about it.

D< PROGRAMMER!

[FireFox]

That just makes Kevin even more uncomfortable, so he quickly drinks his ale.

[The Bushranger]

"MORE POWER!" Val declares, although thankfully she leaves out the Tim Taylor grunting afterwards.

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Crissy giggles, blushes a bit, and sips her CSP, thinking how cute Kevin is when he's uncomfortable.