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by Giovenith » Fri Nov 22, 2019 9:25 pm
by Monfrox » Sun Nov 24, 2019 5:37 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Talchyon » Mon Nov 25, 2019 11:57 am
Sylvanstreak wrote:Talchyon wrote:..."And no, I'd rather inspect my clinic!" Dealing with townspeople was the last thing he wanted to do. Dealing with half his team was a close second.
The Barber cocked its head, and grunted in thought at Doc Sawbones' question. The android went through a moment of clear confusion about how best to respond, finally settling on "I'm just a haircutting robot with an insane private investigator partner. She seems to have disappeared, but maybe this is her reminder to stay on my toes. So to say."
It paused again, then spoke. "I have no shop space yet. Do you have extra room in your clinic? I can be quite tidy."
Giovenith wrote:Dar nodded amicably at the android — Ms. Zale had taught her to not be surprised at the strange people she'd meet in her time here. Besides, with all the old weird fiction mom had kept in the bunker, it was almost a relief to know that robots and aliens were out and about after all.
Getting back into gear, the survivalist decided to follow after the one other person she might have been on the same level with, young brown-haired woman who kept close to Ms. Blackwater. According to the dossier she was a gunsmith, definitely useful for this place. She was also a young human woman about Dar's age, which was a more comforting prospect. Dar didn't like to admit her bias, she would have to slowly get to use to being around different types of people.
"Hello," she greeted Brit, jogging up to be at her side. "You're Brittney Nicholson?"
Monfrox wrote:"Hm?"
Brit came back from spacing out as the group continued to walk through the street towards the HQ. She looked down at the girl now keeping pace with her who addressed her by name. She knew it wasn't long until someone figured out who she was, but she wasn't an open book. The girl, on the other hand, seemed very loud in her style in contrast to her voice. She looked rather young, too. Given the process of elimination, she must be Darlene. Their survivalist for this mission. Who knew what that entailed, though.
"Oh...It's just Brit, but yeah." Came the reply as an earbud was instinctively pulled out so she should listen better.
Highfort wrote:Gordon took careful note as the team split up. It was good that the doctor wasn't into drinking, and the survivalist's sobriety would probably prove decisive when they least expected it. The gunsmith, of course, would be a godsend straight-edge; he was half-worried of getting a drunk who might shoot them during off-hours. A sober investigator would be important for keeping up with fine details.
But that left possible drunks for pilot and engineer and a definite drunk for the cobbler. At the very least, the latter wasn't essential to the mission - unless perhaps the locals were low on shoes. But the pilot and engineer would have to be kept an eye on. Perhaps he could arrange for regular discrete piss tests with Doc Sawbones, just to make sure the lads weren't getting too far down their glasses.
Before he could spot the Barber's stark transformation, Gordon found himself inside a crowded, rowdy bar with a few of the others. It seemed as though the leprechaun had already begun endearing himself to the locals; at least he was being amicable, the last thing they needed on their first day was a bar fight. The smiling bartender confirmed that Seamus had at least a bit of natural charisma and a knack for putting people at ease, despite being an annoying little prick.
"Evening, lad," he nodded at Seamus, then at the bartender.
"What'll it be?" the bartender nodded at him nonchalantly.
"Bluebird, if you got one. Otherwise, vodka cran. Open me a tab," Gordon took a seat next to Seamus and figured he'd start squeezing the locals for data. Turning back to the bartender, he added, "What's going on 'round here?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Monfrox » Tue Nov 26, 2019 4:02 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Giovenith » Wed Nov 27, 2019 1:37 am
by Sylvanstreak » Thu Nov 28, 2019 7:29 pm
by Talchyon » Thu Dec 05, 2019 10:07 am
Monfrox wrote:So that was their doctor. She had thought that Jesse, being a girl and boy's name, could've been Darlene but that was a stretch when she saw the girl next to her. The expectation Brit had shattered could've probably been contributed to the quotations Minerva put around her name in the briefing. She looked to Jesse and for a second wondered what kind of doctor he was to get the nickname "Doc Sawbones". It put the image of an old American Civil War doctor in her head, which would entail amputations for basic things. She fought back a shudder at that.
"Brit. Gunsmith. Also I'm an American, so no Yorkshire accent here. Or tea-drinking, for that matter."
Giovenith wrote:"Oh! Right," Dar nodded, seeming to understand. "Sorry, my name is like that too. I just like to be called Dar."
Dar backed up a bit as the Doctor approached, keeping a smile but tapping her index fingers together in subtle anxiety. 'Doctor Sawbones'? That sounded very violent, had he hurt anyone? But he seemed nice...
What do I do? she thought to herself, feeling stuck.
She knew what she had been taught to do growing up: Politely exit the situation without drawing attention to herself, make a break for home. But those rules didn't apply anymore. Dar resisted the urge to shake her head. We're not listening to mom anymore. Everyone is here to do the right thing. But what was that? Dar considered again, then had an idea.
She held up her lunch box, a kooky little thing decorated with exaggerated rock band drawings, undid the hatch, and dug around inside.
"Here," said Dar, leaning in to hold the cake pop out to Brit from a distance. "My boss made me this, but you can have it. I can get another. And..." She dug in the lunch box again before producing one of her heart-shaped sandwiches, and held it out to Jesse. "... you could have this. It's toast and peanut butter."
Sylvanstreak wrote:"Everything about me can," said the Barber simply, and reverted to its natural state of faceless, featureless silver mannequin. Then, almost impossibly, the mannequin arms flattened and thinned, the hands grew into folds...the android now had a pair of old-timey foldable fans instead of arms. Ones made of metal, not paper between wood frames.
And then they were gone again, as if they'd never existed, and the Korean-man facade was back.
"But more on that later if you like, perhaps we can explore the town, and find this clinic of yours?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Monfrox » Thu Dec 05, 2019 6:16 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Sylvanstreak » Sun Dec 08, 2019 9:20 am
by Highfort » Mon Dec 09, 2019 8:58 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 21, 2019 6:34 pm
by Holy Lykos » Sun Dec 22, 2019 12:18 am
by Monfrox » Wed Dec 25, 2019 2:48 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Giovenith » Wed Dec 25, 2019 11:55 am
by Holy Lykos » Thu Dec 26, 2019 9:09 am
by Talchyon » Fri Dec 27, 2019 12:40 pm
Highfort wrote:The Bar
Gordon nodded at the bartender's answer - nothing but what he'd been briefed on and expected. At the very least - assuming the man was honest and well-informed, which bartenders tended to be in the middle of nowhere - the local color wasn't going to cause too much trouble. The bureaucrat sipped at his drink before nodding approvingly and taking a large gulp. Bluebirds were always hard to come by, especially in decent quality. At least in the drinks department this backwater shithole wouldn't be a total waste.
He smiled at Seamus' little martial demonstration - so the cobbler did have some skills up his sleeve. His smile curved back into neutrality as he noted that a brawler and a drunk was a poor combination, no doubt ready to combust at the earliest possible convenience.
"It's a shame bugs don't fancy gold; maybe we'd get to see some of that prowess in action," he nodded at Seamus before turning back to the bartender, sipping his drink all the while, "What was that about bugs?"
Highfort wrote:Before the bartender could answer, a lumbering figure took a seat near Gordon and Seamus. Rough and coarse, no doubt from working the mines for quite some time, he silently gestured to the bartender for a drink. One was provided - a hefty mug of synthesized lager. The large man leveled a curious gaze toward the two newcomers.
A regular, then, Gordon thought, glancing up and down at the man before darting his gaze back to the bartender, and not one for mincing words. Hope he's friendly.
"Huh," the large one spoke after a moment, glancing over Gordon at the curiously-small man, "Who's the midget?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Highfort » Mon Dec 30, 2019 12:02 am
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by Monfrox » Thu Jan 09, 2020 2:59 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
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