[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXIX

[ThirdEmperor]

The Salesman happily drinks his Nuka-Cola. Last I checked, it came in bottles, not cans. In fact, this is quite an important fact, as in the future the caps from
Nuke-Cola bottles will form the basis of the post-apocalyptic economy. Nevertheless, Nuka-Cola drinking occurs!

[Reinholdt]

You can get your bottles if you want. Butler drinks the can version.

"So are you new here or a vegeteranian sir?"

[ThirdEmperor]

And when post-apocalyptic orphans starve because they didn't find enough caps in the burnt out ruins of an ancient tavern to buy food with, it'll be your fault!!!

Oh, I'm new here, I got...................... Re-assigned to this neighborhood. Yes.

That trail of dots, by the way, represents about ten seconds worth of trying to think of a lie. And failing.

[Reinholdt]

There's at least a 75% chance the Post-Apocalypse is somehow my fault anyways, even if I wasn't directly involved, so there.

"Really sir? That's great sir! I'm sure you'll love it here sir!"

[ThirdEmperor]

Indeed. This place represents an entirely untapped market for top quality goods like those that Ubikco. provides. I look forward to opening a new branch of our mail-order system within a month. The Salesman says, placing the bottle cap from his Nuka-Cola in a small pocket Vault.

[RabbitHoleLost]

A loud, disruptive, and not at all feminine yawn breaks from Rabbit's lips, who's just now awakening from dead time to glance around and sigh.

[ThirdEmperor]

The skeleton is still sitting next to her, holding his skull under a bony arm and drinking a martini. Amazingly, it's actually easier to get drunk while your skull isn't attached to your body, because you can hold it at arm's length to avoid getting booze all over your shirt.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Oh, jeez, alright, put the drink down and lets get this fix." Rabbit groaned, remembering where she was and what she had agreed to do.
All in order to fullfill her deal with the Admiral.

[ThirdEmperor]

The skeleton sighs, throw his martini away and puts his head on his shoulders, holding it to the stub of the spine.

[Reinholdt]

Indeed. This place represents an entirely untapped market for top quality goods like those that Ubikco. provides. I look forward to opening a new branch of our mail-order system within a month. The Salesman says, placing the bottle cap from his Nuka-Cola in a small pocket Vault.

"You can order mail now sir? It doesn't just show up randomly sir?" Butler asks.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"This might...tingle a little bit." Putting her hands to her mouth, she pulled her gloves off using her teeth, red lipsticking smudging on the white silk, before reaching up for his neck.
Unless he objects, she'll take a firm grasp, and, boy, will it tingle as her negative energy twists around her and up and down his spinal column.
It might also be the best feeling the skeleton has ever experienced, even as her power acts as a magical glue to keep his skull in place.

[ThirdEmperor]

Yes, but a mail order service is a way to order things through the mail! Imagine, being able to buy all the great products you want from the comfort of your home! The Salesman says, waving his hands dramatically.

Sadly, the skeleton isn't undead, and has the same reaction to negative energy most people do. Yeeeeeooooww!!! He says, cringing as painshoots through his non-existent nervous system. The cast does seem to be holding his skull in place though.

[Reinholdt]

Butler tilts his head in confusion. Not getting it all. There's no way a gallon of cleaner could fit in an envelope. But he let's it go.
"So have you had a chance to look around sir? Do you need a tour sir?"

[RabbitHoleLost]

Oh, well, shucks. That kinda sucks. Poor skeleton that isn't undead.
Rabbit smiles sheepishly and shrugs.
"Sorry, man, but atleast your head's attached now, yeah?"

[ThirdEmperor]

The skeleton winces. Yeah. You wanna meet my pet?

A tour? What a marvelous idea! The Salesman says.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"...pet?" She's not really sure if this is something she wants. Afterall, this is a retired figure of Death, and, who the hells knows what Death keeps as a pet.
"I'm not gonna die, am I?"

[Reinholdt]

"Great sir! Where would you like a tour of sir?" But Mr. Salesman! If you leave now, your target might be gone when you return!

[ThirdEmperor]

Nah. Walter's just a big silly old mutt. The skeleton says, walking out of the bar, stillholding the cast with one hand.

I dunno! Maybe the important places in the Nexus? The Salesman says, unworried about the possibility of Kirk escaping. Ubikco. sells more than a few crystal scrying orbs.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Hesitantly, Rabbit left her spot by the bar, checking around to see if there was anyone who would miss her if she happened to get ate.
Nope.
Ah well.
She followed him silently.

[Reinholdt]

"Important places sir? What important places sir?" Who's giving the tour here?

And deadtime.

[ThirdEmperor]

Outside, tied to a streetlamp with a string that probably couldn't restrain a normal guinea pig, is perhaps the largest dire guinea pig ever to live, clad in a top hat and monocle, and pawing at the wounds on it's face. Now Walter, I told you. Leave the cuts alone or they'll get infected. The skeleton says, before turning to Rabbit. He never listens. I know he can understand me but he never listens.

The Salesman looks bewildered for a second. Well, the major groups, best places to eat, that kinda stuff.

[iElf]

Din sits around by the bar, deep in though. she lets her gaze wander from time to time, scanning the tavern, and eyeing the dalachrechian cleric from time to time

[TechnoScrabble]

Oh... She puts on her thinking cap.

I know! I could rent you a room here. I need to rent one, anyways. Plus, we won't have to go looking for a place.

Sound good?

Garrett nods and grins.

[Morty]

Dipsnig rides into Trog's on Viima. As soon as he's inside, he dismounts the wolf and removes the saddle. Viima goes to curl up by the fireplace and the goblin heads to the bar.

[happyturtle]

A woman in an ISF uniform enters and takes a seat at the bar. She appears to be in her 40s.


(pretend it's a military uniform - tektek seems to only do uniforms for school and magical girls >.< )

[Morty]

A new person! Viima's ears perk up and she goes to sniff at the woman.

[iElf]

Din looks over at the dog and the woman...she doesn't care much for the uniform. in her experience people in uniform only cause trouble, or want you to wear a uniform too

[happyturtle]

Viima smells gunpowder and other people. Delisle looks down and cautiously extends her hand for Viima to sniff. "Do you talk?" she asks.

[Morty]

Viima sniffs some more and tries to lick Delisle's hand.
She doesn't, Dipsnig says, in case it's not obvious.

[happyturtle]

"Just a wolf then. Good," Delisle says, and tries to scritch Viima's ears.