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Marie glanced at Keaira — it was hard to not notice the fuss she made — and, leaning in conspiratorially, whispered to the rest of the table, "cocky one, isn't she? Boss told me not to start any fights in this bar... said any creature capable of maintaining a bar between realities could easily reduce anyone mad enough to try its patience into their constituent elementary particles." Another glance around the table, and she added, "and I'm pretty sure she's trying to screw that glowing dude." Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she added, "wonder if it's contagious?" She was feeling very relieved she had not ordered a gargle blaster as a joke. Then she leaned back, and conversationally mused, "why do so many people get a kick out of fighting, anyways? Waste of time, effort, and resources, and yet the multiverse seems to have a thing for warriors, with or without a cause..."
edited 13th Jul '11 5:30:46 PM by KillerClowns
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Marie went crimson and nervously cleared her throat. "Er... heh... right, note to self, some species here have superhuman hearing..." She had a few other thoughts on her mind, regarding whether or not the glowing man would find a humanoid female like Keaira attractive, but she knew she'd only have to wait to find the answer. She went to the bar to retrieve her appletini, paying with a gold coin of the same sort Kamur had paid in earlier. That done, she returned and began sipping it, still slightly red from having been overheard by one of the subjects of her gossip. And probably the other one as well, she realized. This was going to be interesting....
edited 13th Jul '11 5:36:49 PM by KillerClowns
Keaira strode up to Marie. "Normally, I'd just splatter your face across the ground for such comments, but I'm on vacation right now." She leaned forward, planting her hands on the table. "So I'll just let you know that if I was really going to fight someone, it wouldn't be anyone here."
With that said, she spun on her heel and got comfortable on her barstool again. "Been a while since I spent so long in big mode."
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Table 8
Qrlil watched the brief confrontation with bemusement. She turned back to Marie.
"As far as conflict goes, in my experience it seems to be mammalian species that are most prone to it. Contrary to what you humans like to think, most non-mammalian species I have encountered seem much less prone to aggression. But this is not a particularly pleasant subject. I am sure there must be something else you would prefer to talk about?"
By the way, what 'rest of the table' were you talking about? I thought these two were the only ones at it.
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Ever the diplomat, Marie decided not to point out to Qrlil that the galaxy's mammals were unlikely to agree with this assertion. Instead she said, "very well. Just been thoughtful lately." She wondered what Qrlil's people did in bars, if they even had any, but asking xenos, even ones as surprisingly agreeable as Qrlil had been, such questions seemed unproductive. Then, paying closer attention, Marie asked, "you're... looking at that table kind of funny. Do you see something I don't?"
Just covering my ass. Also, by bemusement, do you mean amusement or confusion? Normally I shrug off misuse of bemused as "not my problem", but it's actually problematically ambiguous there.
[Table 7]
Waving goodbye to Drew as he left, Selene quickly took notice of a new presence just behind her who was sweeping and cleaning.
"Oh, hello!"
And there were others to meet at the table on the other side, too! She did her best to smile and look pleasant.
edited 13th Jul '11 7:16:11 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Table 8
Yes, I see Qrlil has already forgotten entirely about Megan, and that's why Qrlil never answered her previous question either.
:P
Megan watched all this activity apprehensively, startled by the sudden outbursts. Sakuko can take care of herself, she thought, still slightly worried about what would have happened without Stephanie's intervention. Who knows what kinds of powers these alternate reality people have?
After Keaira's demonstration on the table, she pressed a few buttons on her bracelet, and the forcefield emitters surrounding Table 8 gave off a weak red flash.
"I just changed the forcefield parameters," Megan said, "It'll now block any sounds from leaving this table, so we can talk in peace. Also, it'll actively resist anything trying to pass through it (going in) without authorization, so if anyone tries to come over here, they'll have to ask politely."
Note that these changes take place BEFORE any conversation in this post or afterwards, so anyone outside Table 8 cannot hear anything from this table anymore.
"And yes, Marie, I don't understand what all the fighting's about either, most places I go to aren't like this." Megan said, "In more ways than one, come to think of it."
Bar
Jeez, try to be nice, and everyone blows up, Sakuko thought. Note to self: Goad people into ordering Gargle Blasters at own risk. She continued to quietly sip her drink, watching Xenosaur and Keaira carefully.
edited 13th Jul '11 7:06:23 PM by Sonzai
Table 8
"I expect I see a number of things you do not," Qrlil said, "and you see several things I do not. However, my concern with the table is that it is made out of wood."
She doubted Marie would see a problem with that, but it couldn't hurt to say so. She turned to Megan.
"Thank you for that, by the way. What sort of field is that?"
Oops. And as far as your question, Killer Clowns, bemused means confused - as you've no doubt noted, Qrlil thinks humans are weird.
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"Well, It's just something I programmed, actually." Megan said, "It generates a thin ghost-energy shell that dampens out vibrations preventing sound from traveling through the field, but allowing air/oxygen diffusion. It also has the forcefield mode, which will dynamically generate an opposing or dissipating force on any object or energy trying to pass through the field. Quite convenient, and the dynamic block has easily the strength of a foot of steel. Of course, it's quite the power hog during active resistance, but the sound feature is pretty efficient." she said, obviously enjoying talking about it, "I'd offer you a device for it, but I doubt ghost-energy would work in your reality."
"Also, Qrlil, what's wrong with wood? I mean, this might not even be real wood." Megan said, feeling the top of the table.
Note: Also, if anyone tries to talk directly to someone outside the forcefield, it will let that sound be heard. It's Smart Technology™
edited 13th Jul '11 7:52:19 PM by Sonzai
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I'm assuming there are no other objections, but feel free to correct me if so.
Megan looked at Xenosaur approaching her table. This is the man that just tried to blast another customer, she thought. She didn't want to be rude, but still.
Sakuko got up and followed Xenosaur to Table 8.
"Well, I suppose so, on one condition: You have to promise to carry on a civilized conversation - no fighting." Megan said to Xenosaur.
"Yeah, if you try anything on my friends here, I will personally beat the shit out of you." Sakuko said, looking Xenosaur straight in the eye. "I'll be watching you." she said, disappearing into thin air.
Note, in case there was any confusion, Sakuko thought she heard Keaira say "a shot on me" - as in she was going to pay for a free drink, as she was feeling so generous.
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"I come from Velenri, we are a rather science-based civilization, believing that the knowledge we gain will ultimately lead us to immortality, and yes we do have Faster-Than-Light Travel, many lives were lost to attain the knowledge," so many questions he thought, though he didn't mind answering them.
Table 7
Suddenly, something occured to Flinn. There had been a woman at the previous place who claimed to have known Milo. Well, more than know him, really - she'd leapt at Flinn and hugged him, mistakenly thinking he was Milo.
If Milo was wandering around this circuit too... it stood to reason he was just one jump ahead of Flinn. Maybe he'd been here.
"Hey," he said, to Friendship and Selene. "I don't suppose either of you have seen another carl? Another one of me, that is, only not brown like me. A blonde kid?"
Be not afraid...Table 8
Oh, no, not again.
Qrlil was starting to think she was doing something wrong. This was the second time in a row she had been completely left behind in a conversation. At least this time there was still someone else at the table. She turned back to Marie.
"So, is there anything you would like to talk about?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Stephanie said as she smiled. "Cathy sometimes disappear every once in awhile, so I have to enforce the 'no fighting' rule."
"Stephanie?" Carl called from the kitchen. "Can you come in for a moment to clean up all the grease?"
"Okay!" Stephanie pulled a mop from out of nowhere and headed towards the kitchen doors. A yellow bucket with wheels rolled from behind the bar.