ITT: We're in a Desert Punk

Phoenixor: You're looking for the treasure? Pah, it's a fairy tale. And even if you could find it, you'd only die rich. Take my advice and don't bother.

I crawl in under the door.

Any food in here? Wow, that's a lot of humans... I'd better go where they won't step on me...

I now crawl up the side of the bar.

Lindelle: Have you gone out adventuring? Monsters have hordes upon hordes of loot! Especially the dragons, I'd know, I live near them!

*Spit Take* You live near dragons?!

Lindelle: I-I-I don't live with them, I just... you know, like a hunter living near animals...

-I crawl across the bar, looking for nourishment-

All these humans... Hopefully they won't react to me... Is that some spilt water? Yes... I've been looking for a nice drink.

-I drink some condensated water left by the bottom of a glass-

-Looks at strange bug-

What the hell is that thing?

One of the humans has turned to look at me, a humble centipede... My instincts are screaming at me to hide under the nearest small object, but somehow I can't find the strength to sprint that far.

Suit Man: Ooh, a centipede!

(Gives it an orange-flavoured radiation pill.)

This strange man has deposited a strange, smooth object in front of me. It smells of citrus. Bleh. I wonder if there's any spiders around here for me to eat...

(Licks Centipede)

Lindelle: This won't do for food. Lucky bug, tasting terrible is the best skill any creature could have.

Hubcap hat: "Huh, well you don't see that everyday..."

-A young man in a ragged black suit with a torn bow tie enters the bar.-

Sean: Barkeep! Something to quench my thirst, please; it's been quite a long trip, and I had to eat prize rooster. He had to go so young. But it's okay. He had a lot of heart, he went the distance, and he was delicious.

-Sean produces a handful of the local currency, which has yet to be identified, from his pocket and lays it on the bar table.-

edited 30th Nov '10 10:00:49 PM by Diamonnes

Suit Man: I say! That's actually a rather nice suit you're wearing. Is whatever place you got it from not crawling with mutants?

SEAN: Not quite. Not anymore, at least. When I left they were in the middle of killing each other off. Blood feuds and all that.

-he taps the bar table-

Barkeep. Seriously, man, I'm ridiculously thirsty.

Suit Man: *offers* Liquid blackcurrant-flavoured radiation pill?

NINJA FROM THE POST APOCALYPSE:

• FLASHSTEP*

"May I have that?"

edited 30th Nov '10 11:10:49 PM by doorhandle

Suit: Um...the drink, or the liquid blackcurrant-flavoured radiation pill?

NINJA FROM THE POST APOCALYPSE :

"... I want both but I'll settle for the pill. Need to get up to date on my Anti-rad anyway."

edited 1st Dec '10 12:00:28 AM by doorhandle

Suit Man: Well, you can have the blackcurrant, but not the drink. Sean paid for that in...

-stares at the currency on the table-

Suit Man: Sean, what *is* this money?

NINJA FROM THE POST APOCALYPSE :

"... Good question.

Do you accept throwing knifes?"

Suit Man: Ninja, this is not Warring States period China, so no, throwing knives are not valid currency.

Then again, I paid for this suit in old Space Jam stickers.

NINJA FROM THE POST APOCALYPSE :

"Yes, but it's not like we have any official currency. I mean, it's a bartering system isn't it?

...isn't it?

...God-damn it, tell me! I survived the nukes by living under a rock for a year! Throw me a bone!"

edited 1st Dec '10 12:57:17 AM by doorhandle

SEAN: Really? In my town, we used soda caps... Either way.

edited 1st Dec '10 1:00:44 AM by Diamonnes

NINJA FROM THE POST APOCALYPSE :

"Beh...

What do you want for the pill?"