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by Landmines United » Sat Apr 07, 2018 7:00 pm
by Ferret Civilization » Sat Apr 07, 2018 7:46 pm
by Herby » Sun Apr 08, 2018 9:20 am
by Imperial Polk County » Sun Apr 08, 2018 1:21 pm
Herby wrote:Two men, both dressed in denim coveralls, enter the bar. One, a tanned, mustachioed man, is carrying a large toolbox; the other, a pale, graying man, is carrying a laptop computer. They briefly look around the bar; the older man, spying Number 53 in the corner, taps the shoulder of the younger man and points. They approach the Beetle. “Doesn’t look too bad,” says the older man with a German accent. The younger man drops his toolbox, opens it, and fishes around inside; he brings forth a keyless fob and presses a button. “Mierda,” he says as nothing happens. “It’s all right,” says the older man, “I expected we have to do it the hard way.” He places his laptop on Herby’s hood and waits for it to boot up.
by Herby » Sun Apr 08, 2018 4:19 pm
by Kaboomlandia » Sun Apr 08, 2018 5:09 pm
by Imperial Polk County » Sun Apr 08, 2018 5:19 pm
Herby wrote:The German lifts up the laptop and shows its bottom to Drane. “Felt. It is made for sensitive surfaces.” He gently places it back down. He runs his hand along Number 53’s fender and pushes a hidden button. A small port on the hood pops open. He plugs the laptop into the port and types on commands. He stops to read the screen. “Verdammt,” he says. “Not good. Not good.” As he types in more commands, the younger man says to Drane, “Amigo. What happened?”
by Ferret Civilization » Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:05 pm
Kaboomlandia wrote:An older man, dressed in a suit, walks into the bar and sits down at the booth. He shuffles around some papers, shaking his head, apparently lost or confused.
"Ah, yes. Now, who am I again?"
by Herby » Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:12 pm
Imperial Polk County wrote:Herby wrote:The German lifts up the laptop and shows its bottom to Drane. “Felt. It is made for sensitive surfaces.” He gently places it back down. He runs his hand along Number 53’s fender and pushes a hidden button. A small port on the hood pops open. He plugs the laptop into the port and types on commands. He stops to read the screen. “Verdammt,” he says. “Not good. Not good.” As he types in more commands, the younger man says to Drane, “Amigo. What happened?”
"She's been catatonic all day. But every few minutes, she would beep. I mean, beep, not like a car horn, beep like a computer starting up. But just a few minutes ago, she stopped doing that, and instead she beeped three long beeps. Like, beeeeeeep, beeeeeeep, beeeeeeep."
He waits for a moment, allowing the men to work, but then asks, "So... can you fix her?"
by Sierra Lyricalia » Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:18 pm
Kaboomlandia wrote:An older man, dressed in a suit, walks into the bar and sits down at the booth. He shuffles around some papers, shaking his head, apparently lost or confused.
"Ah, yes. Now, who am I again?"
OOC: forgot the name of my IC character in my absence, so I'll probably create a new one.
Imperial Polk County wrote:Herby wrote:The German lifts up the laptop and shows its bottom to Drane. “Felt. It is made for sensitive surfaces.” He gently places it back down. He runs his hand along Number 53’s fender and pushes a hidden button. A small port on the hood pops open. He plugs the laptop into the port and types on commands. He stops to read the screen. “Verdammt,” he says. “Not good. Not good.” As he types in more commands, the younger man says to Drane, “Amigo. What happened?”
"She's been catatonic all day. But every few minutes, she would beep. I mean, beep, not like a car horn, beep like a computer starting up. But just a few minutes ago, she stopped doing that, and instead she beeped three long beeps. Like, beeeeeeep, beeeeeeep, beeeeeeep."
He waits for a moment, allowing the men to work, but then asks, "So... can you fix her?"
Herby wrote:Mmmmmm.... mmmmmm..... Mamma?
by Wallenburg » Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:13 pm
Herby wrote:Mmmmmm.... mmmmmm..... Mamma?
Sierra Lyricalia wrote:"Oh, OK. Nah, we're good. This is... Well, not normal, but within precedent." Steph raises her hand, and her voice. "Hey, can I get a giant Märzen lager over here? Preferably delivered by a girl in an Oktoberfest getup, but we won't be picky."
by Kaboomlandia » Sun Apr 08, 2018 10:28 pm
Ferret Civilization wrote:Kaboomlandia wrote:An older man, dressed in a suit, walks into the bar and sits down at the booth. He shuffles around some papers, shaking his head, apparently lost or confused.
"Ah, yes. Now, who am I again?"
While Herby was busy getting yet another repair another piece of nostalgia came walking right through the door. While Furettium could not really see the man from the counter to make sure that it was really him, the Ferret recognized the familiar smell. "Ambassador John Key is that you now, defenestration of fellow ambassadors finally giving you amnesia?"
by Ferret Civilization » Sun Apr 08, 2018 10:34 pm
Kaboomlandia wrote:"Key got fired a long time ago for circumstances I no longer remember. I am Terry Miller."
Miller walks up to the bar, orders a beer, and drinks it down.
by Imperium Anglorum » Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:01 pm
by WA Kitty Kops » Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:03 pm
Herby wrote:“Tsch. Typical. She hasn’t backed up in almost a year. Okay, Manny, plug her back in.”
NERVUN wrote:And my life flashed in front of my eyes while I did and I honestly expected my computer to explode after I entered the warning.
by Imperial Polk County » Mon Apr 09, 2018 3:53 am
Herby wrote:Mmmmmm.... mmmmmm..... Mamma?
Sierra Lyricalia wrote:"Oh, OK. Nah, we're good. This is... Well, not normal, but within precedent." Steph raises her hand, and her voice. "Hey, can I get a giant Märzen lager over here? Preferably delivered by a girl in an Oktoberfest getup, but we won't be picky."
Wallenburg wrote:"A well-endowed girl," adds Gerald, still concerned for Herby.
by Whovian Tardisia » Mon Apr 09, 2018 11:02 pm
Herby wrote:Mmmmmm.... mmmmmm..... Mamma?
Sierra Lyricalia wrote:"Oh, OK. Nah, we're good. This is... Well, not normal, but within precedent." Steph raises her hand, and her voice. "Hey, can I get a giant Märzen lager over here? Preferably delivered by a girl in an Oktoberfest getup, but we won't be picky."
Wallenburg wrote:"A well-endowed girl," adds Gerald, still concerned for Herby.
by Ferret Civilization » Mon Apr 09, 2018 11:21 pm
Whovian Tardisia wrote:Meanwhile, his guests noticed a much smaller detail. "Is it just me, or is that a ferret with a glass of milk?" Jack wondered, unintentionally loudly.
by Sierra Lyricalia » Tue Apr 10, 2018 5:53 am
by Herby » Tue Apr 10, 2018 5:41 pm
WA Kitty Kops wrote:Herby wrote:“Tsch. Typical. She hasn’t backed up in almost a year. Okay, Manny, plug her back in.”
"Is yous saying she gonna forget she's got rocket pushing power?" The Chief Inshpekshuuner decided that it was perhaps the safest course of action to not be standing on the Rumbly Car's hood, and instead moved to the bar counter, his fur slightly fuzzed.
by WA Kitty Kops » Tue Apr 10, 2018 10:19 pm
Herby wrote:Mmmm.... mmmm.... ¡Mi Papa! ¿Qué haces, Manny? Hace tiempo que no nos vemos. Und Vater Schtefan! Wenn ist das Nunstück geht und Slotermeyer? Ja!
NERVUN wrote:And my life flashed in front of my eyes while I did and I honestly expected my computer to explode after I entered the warning.
by Whovian Tardisia » Wed Apr 11, 2018 8:17 pm
by Ferret Civilization » Wed Apr 11, 2018 8:32 pm
Whovian Tardisia wrote:"A talking ferret with a glass of milk. Well." Jack walked up to the bar. "I suppose it would be rude not to introduce myself. Jack Dawson, First Mate of the WTC Atlas. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
by Giant Bats » Thu Apr 12, 2018 12:30 pm
Ferret Civilization wrote:Whovian Tardisia wrote:"A talking ferret with a glass of milk. Well." Jack walked up to the bar. "I suppose it would be rude not to introduce myself. Jack Dawson, First Mate of the WTC Atlas. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"A talking Ferret with a glass of milk that speaks an understandable language if you are going to keep adding to the description." After Jack introduced himself the Ferret took his turn, "Ah military? Well that is a respectable place in life, I am Furettium, retired ambassador of Ferret Civilization. About all I got going for me at the time being. Pleasure to meet you as well, hope you are enjoying your time around the World Assembly. Place does not make for a good hosting spot." With that he finished off his glass of milk before ordering another, keeping an eye on Herby waiting for when it came time for things to eventually go back to normal for all those involved there.
by Cute Puppies » Thu Apr 12, 2018 8:34 pm
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