The Olympian Barcade and Restaurant

[Zefir]

The little guy waitts patiently, but as he does there is some time asking around.

"I wonder, this restaurant has a greek touch, how did you come to make it like that?"

[Felandria]

"They're a kind of spaceship, sir. Shaped like a dish, but upside down, and they usually spin. And much bigger than a milk saucer."
Chevin's actually guessing about that. It's one of those gaps in hir knowledge. They weren't big on flatware, though shi thinks there's a memory about saucers here somewhere. Saucers and cats?

Winds, sighing, is dialing the space police tip line.

..........spaceship.........

Oh! Like in that old Galaga game in the back?

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The little guy waitts patiently, but as he does there is some time asking around.

"I wonder, this restaurant has a greek touch, how did you come to make it like that?"

Huh?

Oh, yeah, the owner, apparently she claims she’s a descendant of Zeus or something like that, I dunno, I’ve never seen him here or anything, so I can’t be sure, but the lady who owns the place is like almost three times as tall as me, maybe she is?

[Zefir]

"It's not impossible I think. In greek history Zeus had many kids with many woman." he shrugs. "And this is the nexus. You can meet living stuff animals so why not a daugther of Zeus."

I'm not sure if Mr.C and Felindria met in the past. I thought it may be around the "Any size hotel".

"So, what's up with you. Are you born in the Nexus?"

[Recaiden]

"I...haven't played Galaga. But probably? Do they fly down and steal people with a tractor beam?" (They do, as it happens.) "Have you never been to space, Felandria, sir?" Shi sounds a little surprised ¹.

^{1 Visiting space is one of the best things about the Nexus!}

[Felandria]

"I...haven't played Galaga. But probably? Do they fly down and steal people with a tractor beam?" (They do, as it happens.) "Have you never been to space, Felandria, sir?" Shi sounds a little surprised ¹.

^{1 Visiting space is one of the best things about the Nexus!}

I have never been to space, no.

Cuz I dunno how one gets to space.

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"It's not impossible I think. In greek history Zeus had many kids with many woman." he shrugs. "And this is the nexus. You can meet living stuff animals so why not a daugther of Zeus."

I'm not sure if Mr.C and Felindria met in the past. I thought it may be around the "Any size hotel".

"So, what's up with you. Are you born in the Nexus?"

Yeah, but I’m not terribly special or anything, normal parents, normal school, just kinda a background character in my own life, as it were.

[Recaiden]

!!!
"Well, you just come with me, sir! It's easy." Chevin swings¹ over to Felandria. If shi reaches up as high as shi can, that might just be enough² to reach the giant's fingertips and lead her towards the door.
"Winds, are you coming? We're going-"

"No thanks. Even if we're not fighting Grays, I should check on Shooting Star. See you back on the island."

^{1 Chevin walks (and generally moves) a little unusually. Hir movements are high in acceleration if not velocity. Still-moving-still, with the transitions almost instant.
2 Chevin is 3'11". It's can be a challenge to interact with people of normal human height, much less with giants.}

[Felandria]

!!!
"Well, you just come with me, sir! It's easy." Chevin swings¹ over to Felandria. If shi reaches up as high as shi can, that might just be enough² to reach the giant's fingertips and lead her towards the door.
"Winds, are you coming? We're going-"

"No thanks. Even if we're not fighting Grays, I should check on Shooting Star. See you back on the island."

^{1 Chevin walks (and generally moves) a little unusually. Hir movements are high in acceleration if not velocity. Still-moving-still, with the transitions almost instant.
2 Chevin is 3'11". It's can be a challenge to interact with people of normal human height, much less with giants.}

Felandria will allow Chevin to lead the way, because adventure!!!

[Recaiden]

Well, Chevin will lead them across town to Tempest Spaceport.
"You don't ever want to go to BrightStar if you can avoid it." she advises along the way. Tempest has a whole variety of spacecrafts, and some of them are run by understanding operators with reasonable cleaning bills when you add a new coat of blood to the shuttle interiors. It also has much worse people to do business with, but none of that's important, since before you know it they'll be on a shuttle to Salmagundi Station.

[Zefir]

Yeah, but I’m not terribly special or anything, normal parents, normal school, just kinda a background character in my own life, as it were.

"Oh, that sounds quiet normal." Mr. c replies as he walks around on his table.
"You know you can make yourself a main character of your own Story."

[Felandria]

"Oh, that sounds quiet normal." Mr. c replies as he walks around on his table.
"You know you can make yourself a main character of your own Story."

I wouldn’t even begin to know how.

What do you do?

[Zefir]

((Sorry, I totally missed it.))

"There is no Manualfor that. Just get things done. Explore Trogs walk to the organisations you want to see. Maybe get a job there, too." Mr. C says and shrugs.

"Me? Oh I work in a library and i have my own hotel here." he says.

[Felandria]

((Sorry, I totally missed it.))

"There is no Manualfor that. Just get things done. Explore Trogs walk to the organisations you want to see. Maybe get a job there, too." Mr. C says and shrugs.

"Me? Oh I work in a library and i have my own hotel here." he says.

Cool! A hotel.

What kind of hotel, a cozy little bed and breakfast?

A big, sprawling resort?

[Zefir]

"It's called the 'Any Size Hotel'" mr. C replies.
"The name is programm. We cover those shape and size you never get in a motel orven the high ends. I think your boss was once there, but there had been some trouble with a door to anotehr world."

[Felandria]

"It's called the 'Any Size Hotel'" mr. C replies.
"The name is programm. We cover those shape and size you never get in a motel orven the high ends. I think your boss was once there, but there had been some trouble with a door to anotehr world."

Wow, that is sooo kewl.

I bet she was somewhere like that, she travels a bunch.

I haven’t gone anywhere special, someday I’d like to go and see the world.

[Zefir]

"Someday may be today. Just make it happen." Mr. C says. "The anysize Hotel is open for everyone, but rooms are limited for normal persons."

[Felandria]

"Someday may be today. Just make it happen." Mr. C says. "The anysize Hotel is open for everyone, but rooms are limited for normal persons."

Sierra deflates slightly at the last part.

Oh, but I am a normal person.

Ah well.

Can I get you anything else, sir?

[Zefir]

"Well, we are limited there, because we focus more on uncommon size." Mr. C replies. "A big Soda, cola taste, please."

[Felandria]

Of course!

Sierra swiftly brings a rather large glass of cola, and places it on the table.

Actually, ya know, maybe you’re right, if I mingle more with those who aren’t ordinary, I might figure out what makes me special!

[WarforgedTank]

Tank opens the door to the 'arcade' carefully, and peers inside. He takes a glance to either direction, then walks in, and sits down at an empty table. The Warforged has no qualms about sticking out in a crowd.

Tank is 7 foot tall, and weighs close to 900 lbs. Old runes cover the surface of the Warforged, their adamantine toughness magics having long since expired. His plating is dented and scratched, but in otherwise good repair. He carries a two-handed maul which doubles as his anvil for blacksmith work. He can craft a lot of things, and can fix pretty much anything.

He leans his maul against the side of the table, then begins to peruse the drink menu.

"There's got to be something similar to Firewhiskey on here somewhere..."

Tank sets the menu down, and looks around for a server.

[Zefir]

"It's up to you." the little stuff animal replies. his little paw moves behind his collar pulling out a business card.
"Just show them this and you will get a discount."

Then Mr.c goes back to his meal. First up he needs a drinking straw, but since this is a common problem for him he got one behind his collar. It's one of those fancy ones with many swirls and obviously much bigger then Mr.C himself is, but it does it's job.
Next he goes to the meat. Since it was cut in pieces his size he just seem to swallow one by one, but he takes some time between his 'bites'.

[Felandria]

Tank opens the door to the 'arcade' carefully, and peers inside. He takes a glance to either direction, then walks in, and sits down at an empty table. The Warforged has no qualms about sticking out in a crowd.

Tank is 7 foot tall, and weighs close to 900 lbs. Old runes cover the surface of the Warforged, their adamantine toughness magics having long since expired. His plating is dented and scratched, but in otherwise good repair. He carries a two-handed maul which doubles as his anvil for blacksmith work. He can craft a lot of things, and can fix pretty much anything.

He leans his maul against the side of the table, then begins to peruse the drink menu.

"There's got to be something similar to Firewhiskey on here somewhere..."

Tank sets the menu down, and looks around for a server.

And someone does come to his service, in fact, Felandria herself takes the time to help the new customer.

Well, hello, sir.

How can I help you today?

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"It's up to you." the little stuff animal replies. his little paw moves behind his collar pulling out a business card.
"Just show them this and you will get a discount."

Then Mr.c goes back to his meal. First up he needs a drinking straw, but since this is a common problem for him he got one behind his collar. It's one of those fancy ones with many swirls and obviously much bigger then Mr.C himself is, but it does it's job.
Next he goes to the meat. Since it was cut in pieces his size he just seem to swallow one by one, but he takes some time between his 'bites'.

Sierra giddily takes the card and puts it in her pocket.

Thank you, sir, you just let me know if you need anything else.

[WarforgedTank]

Tank looks at the server as she walks up. She seemed to be of some kind of importance in this place. She was fair, that's to be sure, but being inorganic, these types of things didn't really interest him.

"Greetings. I was perusing your drink menu, and I can't seem to find Firewhiskey on here anywhere? Doesn't specifically have to be firewhiskey, just whatever you've got that's strong and burns. Rust has a bad habit of forming if I don't keep myself properly lubricated."

Tank looks around the establishment from his seat.

"Interesting place you've got here. Never seen anything like it before. Then again, I am new around here, so that could be why."

[Felandria]

Tank looks at the server as she walks up. She seemed to be of some kind of importance in this place. She was fair, that's to be sure, but being inorganic, these types of things didn't really interest him.

"Greetings. I was perusing your drink menu, and I can't seem to find Firewhiskey on here anywhere? Doesn't specifically have to be firewhiskey, just whatever you've got that's strong and burns. Rust has a bad habit of forming if I don't keep myself properly lubricated."

Tank looks around the establishment from his seat.

"Interesting place you've got here. Never seen anything like it before. Then again, I am new around here, so that could be why."

A discerning drinker, I see.

Don’t worry, I got the good stuff.

Fel reaches behind the bar and pulls out a couple of bottles.

Here, we go, Firewhiskey.

But if you’re looking for a real kick, this other bottle is my own special recipe.

I call it Godka.

Partly because mere mortals literally can’t drink it.

She pours two glasses of the Godka, leaving the Firewhiskey bottle on the table, then picks up one of the glasses.

But I suspect someone like yourself should be able to handle it.

Cheers.

[WarforgedTank]

A discerning drinker, I see.

Don’t worry, I got the good stuff.

Fel reaches behind the bar and pulls out a couple of bottles.

Here, we go, Firewhiskey.

But if you’re looking for a real kick, this other bottle is my own special recipe.

I call it Godka.

Partly because mere mortals literally can’t drink it.

She pours two glasses of the Godka, leaving the Firewhiskey bottle on the table, then picks up one of the glasses.

But I suspect someone like yourself should be able to handle it.

Cheers.

Tank raises the glass in a toast. He drinks the glass in one go. He could immediately see what she meant about "mere mortals" not being able to handle the stuff. Tank wasn't usually bothered by heat. Hells, he worked in a forge. But this stuff was STRONG. He felt it working through the accumulated rust on his inner workings instantly.

"Gods that's good stuff! How much do I owe ya? I'll keep the Firewhiskey here too."

Tank reached to his belt, and set his coin pouch on the table.

"Another thing to note. You know anyone who may be in need of things getting fixed? I'm pretty good with my hands with all manners of things. I've fixed blades, armors, guns. Lots of different things. Mostly I'm just looking for something to do to keep me occupied. Retiring from adventuring isn't sitting as easily as I had hoped."

[Felandria]

Tank raises the glass in a toast. He drinks the glass in one go. He could immediately see what she meant about "mere mortals" not being able to handle the stuff. Tank wasn't usually bothered by heat. Hells, he worked in a forge. But this stuff was STRONG. He felt it working through the accumulated rust on his inner workings instantly.

"Gods that's good stuff! How much do I owe ya? I'll keep the Firewhiskey here too."

Tank reached to his belt, and set his coin pouch on the table.

"Another thing to note. You know anyone who may be in need of things getting fixed? I'm pretty good with my hands with all manners of things. I've fixed blades, armors, guns. Lots of different things. Mostly I'm just looking for something to do to keep me occupied. Retiring from adventuring isn't sitting as easily as I had hoped."

Fel toasts and downs her own glass, more of a shot for her, but still...

Anyone who can down a glass of Godka like that has earned a bottle of Firewhiskey.

Fel takes a seat nearby.

Always glad to meet a fellow adventurer.

Well, I suspect video game machines aren’t the type of thing your forge can fix, but I belong to a couple of organizations that could always use someone like you.

Perhaps VIGIL, for example.

[WarforgedTank]

Tank opens the Firewhiskey, and fills his now empty glass. He sets the bottle on the table, and offers his hostess to help herself.

"Feel free. Now I'm just drinking this because it tastes good."

Tanks laugh is hollow before he downs the contents of his glass.

"Can't say I've ever heard of "video game machines" before. I could take a look."

Tank pours another glass, and downs that one too.

"What's VIGIL?"

[Felandria]

Tank opens the Firewhiskey, and fills his now empty glass. He sets the bottle on the table, and offers his hostess to help herself.

"Feel free. Now I'm just drinking this because it tastes good."

Tanks laugh is hollow before he downs the contents of his glass.

"Can't say I've ever heard of "video game machines" before. I could take a look."

Tank pours another glass, and downs that one too.

"What's VIGIL?"

Fel pours herself a glass of Firewhiskey and downs it.

VIGIL is an organization dedicated to stopping bad stuff from happening to this world.

We could always use some help.

[WarforgedTank]

Fel pours herself a glass of Firewhiskey and downs it.

VIGIL is an organization dedicated to stopping bad stuff from happening to this world.

We could always use some help.

"We? As in you and your friends?"

Tank thinks it over as he downs another glass of the Firewhiskey.

"I was planning to set up shop, be a blacksmith til my magic soul finally ran outta juice."

Tank chuckles. It sounds something like pots and pans being banged together.

"Hells. I'm in. Where do I need to go?"

[Felandria]

"We? As in you and your friends?"

Tank thinks it over as he downs another glass of the Firewhiskey.

"I was planning to set up shop, be a blacksmith til my magic soul finally ran outta juice."

Tank chuckles. It sounds something like pots and pans being banged together.

"Hells. I'm in. Where do I need to go?"

Our headquarters are on a floating island.

Right now it’s floating over my house, but it’ll be moving soon.

[WarforgedTank]

Our headquarters are on a floating island.

Right now it’s floating over my house, but it’ll be moving soon.

Tank nodded, then downed the last of the Firewhiskey.

"Forgive me, but I don't exactly know where you live. Or exactly what your group needs my help with."

Tank laughs.

"Thought I gotta admit, it would feel good to hit something with a proper maul again. You wouldn't believe how awful the balance is on a blacksmiths anvil on a post."