Trog's Tavern CCLI

[Lost_Deep]

"You're a smart Jemmy then, aye?" Dixie asks, an eyebrow raising up, though she doesn't stop smiling.
"Good. One's gotta be to be able to survive."
"We hate their kind, if you must know. Don't we, brother?" She looks to her brother, Currant, then back to Nimaah.
"We do, dear sister." He mirrors her reaction while he speaks.

"Parents sold us to the big men just to make big bucks."
"Aye, we're kinetics, you see? So we got to get experimented on."
"But now we're out of that tin-can."
"Doesn't mean we can't still hate them, though."

Nimaah might begin to get the sense that she's not talking to two people separately, but two people speaking at once. Their actions, movements and speech are a little bit too synchronized, as though they had a tight mental link. Which they do.

She might of course also notice (though these two are very good with their fingers, so she just might not) that these two are pickpocketing her, just to see what she's carrying. It makes for good conversation when you know what the other person's carrying in his/her pockets.

Most of the pockets are on the inisde of that jacket. There's something there, like a round sword's hilt without a crossguard or blade, vials and other glass things, a few devices they can't recognize from touch alone... but they may notice an invisible force seize the wrist of each offending hand as they start.

"And it's a tad hard to get on your feet after your parents shoved you off," Nimaah nods understandingly, "And I can sympathize with that, but I doubt you have a fence that can handle my inventory." She's not mad, it doesn't seem.

[Cyber Punk]

The twins freeze, realizing they've been caught, the first that caught them outright, and seems to have telekinetic powers, too.

Then they begin to look at Nimaah with renewed interest, both thinking out loud, though the output starts with him first. Their movement runs the gamut of movements from looking shocked to looking happy, each twin clenching a fist in triumphant scheming.
"Wow."
"It's one of us, brother."
"Yeah."
"But a singular, not a twin."
"Wonderful."
"And she's street-smart, too."
"She's a friend, then!"
"Yes, friend!"
"Perhaps she could teach us a few tricks."
"Wonderful! As lovely as it is to organize the shiniest things, it'd be even lovelier to strengthen our combined powe, wouldn't it, brother?"
"Yes. And with our combined power, we would be unstoppable!"
"Yeah... think of all the gold, brother."
"And all the glory, sister."

They smile at each other and hold hands, then turn to face Nimaah once more, speaking at the same time, this time. "Let us travel with you, please! We can show you around, even!"

[Lost_Deep]

Nimaah laughs. "This place is weird." she releases the two (as long as they don't try to take anything). "So, force-sensitive twins, eh? And then Sith Alchemy happened. Are the two of you kind of one now, or are you just the sort of twins that are really in sync?"

[Cyber Punk]

The twins giggle among themselves, also as they're allowed to go through her things, though having to be taught a few times not to take anything.

"What's a Sith?"
"And this business about a force?"
"Maybe she means kinetics."
"Or... -long gasp- maybe it's a different world version!"
"Well, we wouldn't find that unbelievable, after what we'd seen..."

"There's a girl that can turn into a bird!" Currant suddenly exclaims, spreading his arms wide.
"And booze that can get you knackered in a few drinks flat!" Dixie exclaims, mirroring her brother's actions.
"This is no ordinary place, Numa." They got the pronunciation of her name wrong."
"It's a mish-mas of places, we tell you!"

[Lost_Deep]

Nimaah will discourage them from going through her things. Some of those things are more dangerous than they seem. "What? That's an odd way to put things. So, what can you two do?" If they show her, she'll take a moment to be attentive, watching for fluctuations in the force. She's pretty good at it, when she actually tries.

[Recaiden]

I wonder, as I enter this bar, the center of this nexus, if this task might be beyond me. Perhaps it it beyond any one person, I think. I am quite sure it is not as simple as crafting a Wonder, or we would have many True Worlds. I claim to myself and my students that I am here to study, to attempt to observe the anomaly of this place, the strain in the fabric of worlds that allowed the portal we came through. Let it even exist. This is not untrue, but perhaps its' not even a half-truth.

I can feel it as I walk in. This place is more real than our home. It is almost True. A mechanical truth, but still, there is something here that isn't in that Directory. As the pads of my feet press on the floor they pick up dust. They pride themselves on clean glasses, miracles of optics and containment that most will end up too drunk to appreciate. Apparently not so for clean floors.

I slink to the bar, place my paws on a seat, straighten up to address the bartender. Xorn Zinfandel, my request. He (?) (I have such trouble telling humans apart, given all those garments) opines about whether "I mightn't prefer Feline's Fancy.". He doesn't have a chromatic field. The body is human, but he is something else. Elemental. I chuckle and smile toothlessly, indulging his thoughtless humor. The glass is full, sliding towards me, the drink creeping higher and higher, stopping just before the lip. The motion of this glass was foretold, born of long expertise.

I stretch to wrap my tentacles around it and take a careful sip. I shudder. I can feel it run through my whole body, even my horns tingling. When the place stops spinning and ringing I finally regard the room.

[Cyber Punk]

Nimaah will discourage them from going through her things. Some of those things are more dangerous than they seem. "What? That's an odd way to put things. So, what can you two do?" If they show her, she'll take a moment to be attentive, watching for fluctuations in the force. She's pretty good at it, when she actually tries.

The twins frown at their inability to go through her things, though they appreciate being allowed to touch, at least. SOme of the stuff gets them rather curious, and they wish they could explore more directly...

"I pull..." Dixie says, pulling Ilyona's now-empty cup towards her.
"And I push!" Currant announces, increasing the speed of the cup as it moves towards the grinning girl.
"And together..."
"We control stuff!"

As for any fluctuations, I'm not sure what that is, but they're pretty wel-synched, the twins, and their control of their abilities is good, as well.

Or maybe fluctuations just show when powers have bee used, but my knowledge of star wars is limited, at best.

[Shadowcaller]

"I-- Hi Cessie!" Adir exclaims, stepping around behind Sakura and grabbing her by the shoulders, perking one ear toward the cell phone. He'll listen in!

Sakura winces and waves a hand in Adir's face. Not so loud in her ear! That said, Sakura herself raises her voice to the point that someone across the bar could hear her clearly. "Hi Cessie, it's me. Uh, can you get me and Adir home. I finally let him give me alcohol and I know he can't drive now."

There is a long pauses at the other end of the line.

"Sakura, you know that I don't have a car." Nor could she drive one. "I... guess I could try to pick you up in some other way but you should really have considered this." They were so impulsive sometimes, both of them. "I don't even know where you are."

[Lost_Deep]

The twins frown at their inability to go through her things, though they appreciate being allowed to touch, at least. SOme of the stuff gets them rather curious, and they wish they could explore more directly...

"I pull..." Dixie says, pulling Ilyona's now-empty cup towards her.
"And I push!" Currant announces, increasing the speed of the cup as it moves towards the grinning girl.
"And together..."
"We control stuff!"

As for any fluctuations, I'm not sure what that is, but they're pretty wel-synched, the twins, and their control of their abilities is good, as well.

Or maybe fluctuations just show when powers have bee used, but my knowledge of star wars is limited, at best.

Nimaah huhs. That's certainly not normal. "So, what was that about this place being a lot of places?" Nimaah asks, "And is that important to this situation?"

[Cyber Punk]

Both twins nod several times.
"We're not sure, but... there's knights of old living alongside human-like robots..."
"Medieval castles and future megacorps in the same area..."
"It's bonkers!"
"Absolutely!"

"Don't be surprised if your world is the stuff of fiction someplace else." Dixie glances at her brother, and he nods back wordlessly. Immediately, they quit trying to get into her pockets.
"Speaking of stuff..."
"You got a lot of interesting things."
"We'd like to visit your world! Won't we, sister?"
"We would, brother."

[Lost_Deep]

"Great! All we need is a specialist on Star Forge technology, and we can get started. Given that there's been about one of those in the last 200 or so years, at least in my world, and he's dead or maybe not dead, but that was 200 years ago, so... Also! My 'world' is a galaxy. Space travel, that common where you come from?" Nimaah asks casually.

[The Alexandrian]

[Livret and Bonnie - The Longest Delay in the World]

How - how can this be? The blasted wyrm yet breathes, and what's more, he's as snide as the day he crawled out of his egg (presumably)! For the first time in years, liberal application of gratuitous violence has utterly failed Bonnie! In a day - no, not even a day - Livret's wounds will have healed, and he'll be free to torment anyone and everyone in close proximity to him at his leisure.

Trembling with rage, the livid dragon gains her feet. Her hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists, her fingernails gouging divots into fields of pallid skin. Silently, she glowers at Livret as he says his piece, her teeth grit and bared in the most frightful display of aggression that the vast majority of the patrons of this fine establishment have ever borne witness to. Anyone with a lick of sense immediately clears out of the smoking section of the tavern as fast as their legs, wings, fins, pseudopods, and/or wheels can carry them.

"You smug, bite-sized, sack of *expletive*! How dare you hide behind your dinky tea kettle and insult me!"

Bonnie roars at Livret, tears surreptitiously welling up in the corners of her azure eyes.

"I may be a bastard (child), but you're a-"

Woah! That segment of dialogue is in no way, shape, or form forum appropriate! With that much cussing and bellowing about Livret, Livret's mother's insatiable appetites, barnyard animals, and how happy everyone would be if Livret were to keel over on the spot, Bonnie could put at least a baker's dozen mule drivers to shame.

This round may be finished, but Bonnie isn't. She'll continue to (attempt to) shout at Livret for the duration of the following post - much to Livret's perverse delight, no doubt, being the cruel, cold-blooded reptile that he is.

[Cyber Punk]

"Great! All we need is a specialist on Star Forge technology, and we can get started. Given that there's been about one of those in the last 200 or so years, at least in my world, and he's dead or maybe not dead, but that was 200 years ago, so... Also! My 'world' is a galaxy. Space travel, that common where you come from?" Nimaah asks casually.

The twins show confusion, Dixie by scratching her head and Currant by just staring at her.

"Space travel? Everyone knows there's no life on other planets!" Currant declares, breaking into laughter.
"Haha, that's a load o'..." Dixie begins, then stops laughing when something occurs to her.
"Ah, right." Currant stops laughing as well, nodding to their telephatic conversation. "Well, in our world, at least."
"But we've got space travel, and space stations."
"Our prison lab was one."

Some silence. "So, did you have life on other planets?" They're both suddenly very interested in Nimaah again.
"Can we see one?"

[Lost_Deep]

"Again, get me an expert in Star Forge tech, and we can start to talk," Nimaah says, "Until then, near as I can tell I'm stuck here."

[Murkus]

There is a long pauses at the other end of the line.

"Sakura, you know that I don't have a car." Nor could she drive one. "I... guess I could try to pick you up in some other way but you should really have considered this." They were so impulsive sometimes, both of them. "I don't even know where you are."

"Trogs! We're at Trogs!" Adir pipes pleasantly for Cessie's benefit. "See, Sakura, now we're even. Neither of us can drive." Adir gives a big stinker of a grin.

[Cyber Punk]

"Again, get me an expert in Star Forge tech, and we can start to talk," Nimaah says, "Until then, near as I can tell I'm stuck here."

The twins just stare at Nimaah for a bit.
"Ah, well..." Currant's the first to speak, scratching his head.
"I guess you're screwed, then?" Dixie looks apologetic, and they both shrug.
"But being stuck here doesn't have to be so bad, now."
"You've got us to liven up the experience!"

[Lost_Deep]

"No offense, but I get tired of people a tad fast, so I don't see us going on a grand adventure together," Nimaah admits, "But I do appreciate you two's... ah, spirit? You've been a good greeting, better than cutty and stabby."

[Cyber Punk]

The twins laugh at Nimaah's little joke concerning the robot twins.
"No one's going on any bloody grand adventures, sister!"
"We'd get right bored on the way, as well!"
"But as for lots of little adventures..."
"Yes, the occasional meeting and pilfering of loot..."

The twins giggle conspiratorially.

"But first!"
"Yes, the star forge!"
"You never told us what it is."
"Who knows? We might be able to help, after all!"

[Lost_Deep]

"Oh, it's just a giant space station factory made by an ancient super-advanced empire that is made to manufacture a nigh-infinite army by siphoning energy off a star. It was destroyed about 200 years ago," she says casually, "Not a lot is known about it."

[Cyber Punk]

The twins 'woahhhh...' in wonderment.

"Let's ask around!" They say simultaneously, thrusting their fists in the air triumphantly."It'll be a mini-adventure!"

Then they get on their knees. "Oh please oh please let us come with you as you ask around, sister! We'll help!" They both give their best puppy-dog eyes impressions.

[Lost_Deep]

Nimaah gives the two of them a raised eyebrow.

"No."

She then orders some actual food.

[Cyber Punk]

The door to the tavern opens and a couple of old faces appear. Specifically, it's a tall, bald and muscular black man in a baby blue sweater, black chinos pants and black Converse-brand sneakers, with purple cybernetic-looking eyes and faint light lines around said eyes. Holding one of his arms is a blue-skinned lady with dark-blue hair and eyes wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a grey skirt. There are a pair of folded wings at her back, and there's something see-through and holographic about her appearance.

It's Fixer and Felicity as most people know them, though they won't answer to the names anymore.

The two walk over to the bar and sit on a chair each.

"Good to be back here, isn't it, Bliss?" He smiles at his lover, then resumes stoically re-examining the place. "Looks like it's seen better days, though."

"Good? It's downright pleasant and wonderful! I can't wait to see everyone we haven't seen in a while, and meet new people, and visit both new and old places, and... and... Squeeeeeeeee!" Bliss responds enthusiastically. "Won't it be awesome, Jordan?"

"Yes, dear." He grasps her hand and squeezes it affectionately, a gesture she returns.

Nimaah gives the two of them a raised eyebrow.

"No."

She then orders some actual food.

The two suddenly look crestfallen.
"But why?"
"Please, Numa."
"Let us help."
"You're the most smashingly fun person we've seen since we came here."
"And you use kinetic powers, too!"
"We promise we'll be good!"
"Very good!"
"Promise!"

[Recaiden]

You're talking to me. You've been talking to me for a while now. You aren't as unreasonable as your family's creation. You know we're all one and alike.
I am? How did I find the-
You had plenty of time; this is earlier. You have two hands, two legs, a dark hat - everything is about to happen. We're planning. Theorizing. There's a plate of snack food between us. It's terribly over-engineered; my tentacles are all greasy. Someone you know just entered. You make an excuse. You rise to greet them.

That's a generous description. Cleo turns to look at Jordan and Bliss with a raised eyebrow and waves. She stays in her seat.

[Cyber Punk]

Bliss notices Cleo wave first, and waves back. "Hey, look, babe! That's Cleo! Without her we'd have never gotten together! We should go and thank her!" She doesn't wait for an answer before getting up to relocate until she's beside Cleo.

Jordan just shakes his head and rises to follow his mate, sitting beside her and Cleo. "Hi, Cleo. Long time, no see." He offers a hand to shake.

"And we're still together since then, all thanks to you! We even got a place of our own and changed our names! We're now Jordan and Bliss, he chose Jordan, and I chose Bliss because I'm very happy with him, and we chose McKenzie for a surname, in honor of Jordan's old commanding officer!" Bliss smiles, and tries to hug Cleo after that infodump. She's always been very talkative.

"One thing at a time, Bliss." Jordan mutters to himself.

[Recaiden]

"So I've heard. Rather longer for you, hasn't it been?"

Cleo turns in her seat. She tries to shake Jordan's hand, but, well, it's rather interrupted by the hug.

"Oof. Good to see that it worked out for you."
'Always' is so flexible.
"Not what I would have expected. New names, same old getting carried away. You aren't on the run from the law, are you?"

[Reinholdt]

Enter one catgirl. Her thigh high pink boots and two pink bows, one around her neck the other at the end of her tail, are offset by her blue-grey tail and the slim black dress-skirt that comes to just above the boots. Reina will be the first to admit, it's difficult not wearing another two or three layers on top of that. Zombies are real and they are terrifying and why isn't everyone wearing protective hazmat suits all the time? But there's some appeal to the bare necessities and that's how she's illustrated, so that's what she's stuck wearing.

Reina takes a look around before taking a seat near to the muscular man and his semi-holographic winged friend. She believes she even recognizes Cleo. But maybe she's mistaken. The last time she remembers talking to Cleo Reina was still Reinholdt. Lots of changes. Besides, Cleo seems to be in a midst of a conversation. Best not to interrupt. Instead she'll just order some fish and rum from the menu.

[Lost_Deep]

The two suddenly look crestfallen.
"But why?"
"Please, Numa."
"Let us help."
"You're the most smashingly fun person we've seen since we came here."
"And you use kinetic powers, too!"
"We promise we'll be good!"
"Very good!"
"Promise!"

"See, you two don't quite get the tune I play to. Sit down, let's learn a thing or two about the Sith. Now, if you ask most people about the Sith, they'll tell you that they're half-obsessed with survival of the fittest and half-obsessed with taking over the galaxy and furthermore a bunch of nutters. And they're right on all accounts, most Sith are evil nutters and nothing more. But me, I'm a bit more open-minded and a lot smarter. I take the Sith code, and unlike all the others who just kind of say it, I take it literally," Nimaah says.

[Gullara]

There is a long pauses at the other end of the line.

"Sakura, you know that I don't have a car." Nor could she drive one. "I... guess I could try to pick you up in some other way but you should really have considered this." They were so impulsive sometimes, both of them. "I don't even know where you are."

"Trogs! We're at Trogs!" Adir pipes pleasantly for Cessie's benefit. "See, Sakura, now we're even. Neither of us can drive." Adir gives a big stinker of a grin.

Sakura gives Adir a little poke with her elbow. "That's not a good thing, Adir. You're supposed to get us places!" Oh right, she's talking to Cessie. "Just pick us up however. It's fine!" She tries to be reassuring.

[Cyber Punk]

"So I've heard. Rather longer for you, hasn't it been?"

Cleo turns in her seat. She tries to shake Jordan's hand, but, well, it's rather interrupted by the hug.

"Oof. Good to see that it worked out for you."
'Always' is so flexible.
"Not what I would have expected. New names, same old getting carried away. You aren't on the run from the law, are you?"

Bliss laughs heartily. "No, nothing like that. We're here to visit!"

"And do missions." Jordan adds.

"Yeah, but mostly the first one!" Bliss smiles happily, and shares a kiss with Jordan. "We've missed this place, haven't we, my love?" She smiles at her lover, who actually returns the smile. "Oh yes, we have."

Enter one catgirl. Her thigh high pink boots and two pink bows, one around her neck the other at the end of her tail, are offset by her blue-grey tail and the slim black dress-skirt that comes to just above the boots. Reina will be the first to admit, it's difficult not wearing another two or three layers on top of that. Zombies are real and they are terrifying and why isn't everyone wearing protective hazmat suits all the time? But there's some appeal to the bare necessities and that's how she's illustrated, so that's what she's stuck wearing.

Reina takes a look around before taking a seat near to the muscular man and his semi-holographic winged friend. She believes she even recognizes Cleo. But maybe she's mistaken. The last time she remembers talking to Cleo Reina was still Reinholdt. Lots of changes. Besides, Cleo seems to be in a midst of a conversation. Best not to interrupt. Instead she'll just order some fish and rum from the menu.

Bliss is distracted by the catgirl! The cat girl and her snazzy outfit. "Cool outfit! I like pink, and I once knew someone that loved pink to the point of obsession, but look! Pink!" She enthusiastically smiles and points at Reina's tail bow.

"See, you two don't quite get the tune I play to. Sit down, let's learn a thing or two about the Sith. Now, if you ask most people about the Sith, they'll tell you that they're half-obsessed with survival of the fittest and half-obsessed with taking over the galaxy and furthermore a bunch of nutters. And they're right on all accounts, most Sith are evil nutters and nothing more. But me, I'm a bit more open-minded and a lot smarter. I take the Sith code, and unlike all the others who just kind of say it, I take it literally," Nimaah says.

The two blink at Nimaah.
"Sith code?"
"What's that?"
"And why is it called 'Sith'?"
"Makes it sound like one has a lisp, it does."

[Lost_Deep]

Nimaah smiles, having gotten them to ask the right question, and casually waves off the wrong one. "Why it's called 'Sith' is something of a stupid story, but the important part is this:"

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion."
"Through passion, I gain strength."
"Through strength, I gain power."
"Through power, I gain victory."
"Through victory, my chains are broken."
"The Force shall free me."

"Now, help me out here," Nimaah says, drumming her fingers on her forehead, "Where in there does it say, 'conquer the universe beneath a tyrannical regime'?"