Bar Trek: The Next Generation. Episode 4: Sore Leave

[David E. Gervais]

...I don't know how long I have been lying on the floor drooling, but don't care at the moment. I'm too busy trying to control the waves of pain coursing through my body. The source of the pain is one big mother of a goose-egg bump on my cranium. As my eyes slowly come into focus, I notice all seems quiet in the new cantina. I sit back in my chair by the window with the fake rain and the soothong sound of the running water helps to alieviate the pain a little.

I scan the cantina and notice RD in a dark corner,.. Hey RD, have you been here long? Did you see who it was that wasted a perfectly good cast iron pan on my cranium? RD said something while pointing to the door, The ringing in my ears prevented me from catching what he said. From his gesture I assumed that the culpret had left.

I offer RD a drink on my tab and ask if he would be so kind as to point out the culprit the next time he sees him.

I order myself a drink and decide to take a bit of a rest before getting back to my pixels!

...

[Raging Deadstar]

*Raging Deadstar was busy plotting revnge when he notcies David Gervais regain consciencenous. He finishes putting the polished mahogany table in his corner and has placed a large purple and black leather couch in it. He has also removed most lights in the vicinity of this cornor and has installed a couple of UV lights, just to make himself feel at home.*

Sorry David, never saw that culprit but i have a nasty feeling it was ragnarok, i think he ran back through the portal though! *shakes head* Some people! thanks for the drink!

*RD sits back on the couch and scoops up the now floating apple juice, realising that he is now floating in mid air!*

Someone better bring some anti gravity technology with them, i can't relax on my sofa!!

[primitive]

A hulking barbarian enters through the portal, carrying a runecovered rusty (yet pointy) spear in one hand. Following him are two oversized Kylie clones, complete with undersized golden hotpants, carrying flagons containig an assortement of minor toxins, hallucinogenic and aphrodisiacs. The flagons are left at the bar, with instructions to Taz to mix them in the drinks at his own discretion.

He then proceed to a silent corner, where he builds a large fireplace and sets up a large rougly hewn table and a few chairs. Using the rune magic of his rusty (yet pointy) spear, he sets up a magic barrier, securing his little corner from the evils of country music.

Yup, this looks like home.

[narf poit chez BOOM]

40 feet above the roof of the cantina, reality is stretching and...something else few speices even have a name for. something is forming...it looks bright blue...like a small supernove. except, this 'supernova' opens up...revealing a tunnel-like structure stretching away, in a direction that normal physics can't define. and something falls out...sideways. humanoid, in power armor. the figure quikly adjusts it's position to brace for a landing, then begins to slow down. by the time the figure gets to the ground, it is traveling slow enough to make a gentle landing. looking around, the figure takes it's first unhuried survey of the area where it now is. and speaks. "A CHAOTIC, UNFORMED REGION! NOT AGIAN!"

narf heads toward the bar, hoping that someone might be able to tell him something about this newly formed pocket of space. inside, he notices a barbarian and freinds, a newly sentient organic compilation lifeform, an artist who looks like he got hit with something and a sneaky-looking bartender. sitting on a stool, he says "bartender, one part hydrocloric acid, one part suger, one part root beer flavoring. where am i and how did this get here? what's the currency?"

[ooc: i was falling sideways, not positioned sideways. hi. forgot a few of the practicalities. also, my armor is light gray/light blue.]

[ April 16, 2003, 23:07: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]

[Raging Deadstar]

*Raging Deadstar smiles, unless he is the crafty looking bartender said Raging Deadstar has been practically un-noticed. The corner of the room he resides in his now more homely. Hidden off behind dark purple velvet curtains and a large fire now blazes in the enclosed room. A uv light shines from above and he relaxes on his sofa. Feeling the urge to do evil Raging Deadstar walks over to narf and points out that all drinks must be paid fully in ethiopian currency. He smiles to himself nastily as he watches Narf go and invest his minerals into the now waiting currency conVersion machine, which is totally non refundable! He smiles to himself and polishes the null space projector, sips his apple juice and waits for his nemesis, the one they call Ragnarok!*

[ April 17, 2003, 00:21: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]

[narf poit chez BOOM]

[ooc:so your not the bartender, you just stole the booze?]
realizing that he's been tricked, narf hacks the currency machine with nanotech and drains RD's accounts into his own. then he hacks into the transport bureau and labels rd's transport a derelict and sends some memo's off to some salvage companies, sits back and take's a big swallow.
[ooc: so we now have a bartender who's definitly up to something, and who is not rd.]
his nanobots nuetralize some unkown chemicals in the drink. since there is nothing apparently sinister about them, the suits central computer simply logs them as 'incidentals' and does not notify narf.

[Katchoo]

His journey from Walla Walla to Flim Flam half done, Katchoo adjusts the air speed and axial rotation of the propeller on his beany hat and floats into the bar.

*putt*putt*putt*

Katchoo realizes the lack of gravity here makes his ride more smoothly. He pulls a black 1 x 1 foot tape recorder from 1983 out of his back pocket and hits the record button:

"Note to future self, ignore laws of gravity."

*click*whirrrrr*rewind*rewind*rewind*click*

Having never been here before, Katchoo overlooks the bar and decides to blend in. Rotating 180 degrees in the air so that the crumbs won't fall in his shoes (he already has a lovely collection of rocks and sand in there), Katchoo begins to chew on the Oak Bar.

*rarrrrarraaa*crunch*crunch*aaaaarrararrrrr*