Character Bar (Explicit, 18+)

Cowboy: "Screw your professional opinion." Takes a swig, "Doc will fix me up in no time, and now I know your weakness, so watch it."

Dr Meow: Shrugs, "Can't change him, might as well join 'em." takes a swig as well.

Cowboy: "Damn straight. We'll finish this at high noon tomorrow, if you've got the balls."

 

Corlixia: That is not my weakness. I am no stranger to intoxication.
You would not like my weakness, most find it rather unpleasant just
knowing about it. And it is far more unpleasant for those that have
experienced it. So please do not tempt me, Terran. (Pours another shot)

 

Cowboy: "What you find unpleasant, I see as arousing..." takes another swig.

Dr. Meow: "Oh boy, now you've done it. I'm just gonna' step out of this, and maybe go find an undertaker. What's your size? Just so I know what box you'll fit in..." Starts taking measurements.

 

Corlixia: I am warning you one final time. You would do well to listen to your little friend.
(@ Dr.Meow) Not to worry, it won't kill him, but he will be begging for it in the end.

 

Cowboy: "Life is such a fleeting thing. I'll always come back, but no one else does..."

Dr. Meow: "Here we go again. Bartender, need a few more bottles."

 

Corlixia: I am mistaken. The patrons are not merely strange, they are
down right text book mentally insane.

 

Cowboy: "How about this axe? Like that, don't ya'. Let's get nasty. I'll take some of that sap for my pancake breakfast."

 

Ortlinde: You do realize that nobody can get hurt in here, right?

*catches on fire, mostly for effect*

Darit: Wait, he just shot me! But I'm fine!

 

Alec: Hey, would it be OK if we set some ground rules around here?

Amy: Yeah, how about "Don't force the other patrons to do anything, you do what you want and let them do what they want. If both of you want to get in to a fight, make sure you both know what you're fighting about; when you do something, you don't decide what the other person does back to you, and incapacitating somebody counts as deciding for them that they're not allowed to do something"?

Charlie: Sounds good.

 

Rossweisse: So my only question here would be how we handle questions about, for instance, doing things in slow motion. For instance, I know the primary reason that Lemming took some liberties in knocking Amy out earlier (and anticipating that Charlie and Alec there were going to draw their guns) was to get his characters out of the room quickly without having to do three or four posts with nothing but action-reaction and also to avoid questions over who was a faster draw.

So, I'd suggest maybe just not killing people, avoiding gratuitous violence, and not anticipating their reaction beyond the really immediate (for instance, Claramilla would know how to knock someone out consistently). But open to suggestions.

 

Amy: I was also thoroughly invested in the fight at that point.

 

Ortlinde: *rolls eyes* That's one word for that, honey. I can think of a few others.

 

Alec: Hey, where is everyone? Ain't everybody still into this? Why ain't we doing anything?

Charlie: Well, that was nice while it lasted.

Alec: LET'S DANCE!!! [starts playing Kenny Loggins on his phone]

 

Darit: Holy fucking Mani, doesn't your culture have real music?

 

I think I am going to die!

 

(A tall porcelain doll in a dour mood, wanders in.
Glancing quickly at the occupants through mournful
steel blues. Wearing a dark green formal evening gown.
A simple elegant clutch in hand, and a fine leather crop
hangs loosely about her wrist as heels click loudly on
the floor.)

Mistress Claudia: Damned fool boy, why did you have to
run off (she mutters in frustration under her breath) I would
like a Martini shaken please, double olives.

 

Ortlinde: *setting down drink* Here you are, Mr. Bond.

 

(Laughs lightly)
Mistress Claudia: Cute, though hopefully one of the better ones.
You haven't happened by chance to see someone roaming about
whom seemed a little off, or out of place have you?

 

Rosseweisse: *snorts* She hasn't met the crowd in here, has she?

Ortlinde: What my sister was TRYING to say was "can you be a little more specific?"

Darit: *looking up from her drink* Holy Mani! What the hell?

 

Amy: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! [runs out, then runs back with a severed head in each hand] Was it one of these guys?

Charlie: ...

Alec: ... I really hope not. Wait, did you just make those, or have you been saving 'em for a while?

Amy: I never save any of these. Take up too much freezer space.