[Table 7]
"Huh?"
Selene turned back to Flinn. A blonde person like him?
Hm... well, she's never been outside her own universe until Mister Acquati found out a way to come here just recently. That would be a no.
She shook her head. "Why?"
edited 13th Jul '11 9:11:06 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Xenosaur nodded, "Interesting," He pushed a button on the suit as a screen popped up. "This suit is a custom made Combat Medic uniform, it contains all items necessary to heal my comrades and defend myself as well as take down any assailants I encounter in the field. It contains a medi-gun, stun blaster, energy blaster, shield generator, various medicines, and other necessary items I might need. It also can shift when I need to revert to my true form."
Xenosaur thought for a second, "Well we aren't openly engaged in war, but there is some uneasy trouble between the Galactic Federation and some groups, so it's openly advised that you watch your back," he pushed another button as another screen popped up. A theropod dinosaur being with four arms and spines along it's body was shown, "You see, my true form is that of an earthen theropod," The screen moved closer to the being's face on the screen, "Our eyes are advanced light sensing organs rather than human eyes," The screen backed away, "Adjustments to our bodies when the Fathers, a term we refer to the species that brought us to Velenri, genetically engineered us to adjust the the nitrogen rich atmosphere, include our four arms, our various new and old adjusted organs, blood that turns to acid in oxygen, among others," He closed the screen, as he sipped his drink.
Table 7
"Well, I met someone in the last place who knew him," Flinn explained. "She definitely wasn't from my country, so that means that he has to be out here hopping all over the place too." He gnawed on his lip. Who knew what sort of trouble Milo was getting into out here, without even the dubious help of his 'friends'? He might get himself killed.
edited 13th Jul '11 9:43:44 PM by LoniJay
Be not afraid...Table 8
"I see." Megan said, "That's some interesting biology you have there." She wondered what kinds of 'groups' were involved in this conflict, but she thought it might not be polite to pry.
Megan's bracelet beeped.
She detached a small phone-like device from it and said, "Hello?"
"Megan? Where are you? Have you finished those errands yet?" said a man's voice on the line.
"Oh, uh, not yet, I'm with Sakuko." Megan said, "Hey, why can I hear you so clearly?"
"I got a 'weak signal' warning on the phone, so I'm calling through the relay. That's not important right now, I need you to finish getting those parts - we have three customers waiting today!"
"Sorry, we'll have them finished right away." Megan said, hanging up.
She turned to the rest of the table, "My boss, gotta go, sorry. It was nice meeting you all and chatting about alternate realities, but work waits for no one."
"Okay Sakuko, let's go." Megan said, folding up the scanner, putting on her backpack, and deactivating the forcefield. (And anything else they created)
Megan began walking out, as Sakuko appeared behind her, watching to make sure nobody tried anything stupid as they walked out the Cantina's front doors.
Marie yawned, the discussion of far-off wars and worlds failing to catch her attention. "Farewell and good day," she said to Megan and Sakuko as they left. Then she added, "pity about the forcefield." Then noticing Qrlil again, she said, "Oh, Qrlil: you never fully answered our question. You seem to consider the use of wooden objects... bothersome. Is it something to do with all life being sacred, or simply a matter of an aesthetic distaste for the use of organic materials? If it seems a bit primitive, I should point out that we humans can be — and I'm not saying this applies to me — a very sentimental species, fond of the old ways." She tapped the wooden table several times with her knuckles, and said, "I can easily imagine my post-singularity descendants artificially producing wood just for the 'feel' of it."
edited 14th Jul '11 4:49:14 AM by KillerClowns
It was getting late by the time Shaun wandered in. Late enough, anyway.
Actually, inside he found it was a lot harder to determine the time. The place was crowded with strange faces - very strange faces, even for this nasty little inner-city 'burb. He tried not to stare as he made his way to the bar.
'Bourbon,' he said, perching himself on the end stool. 'Neat, please.'
The other folk gathered at the bar seemed deep in conversation, something Shaun was reluctant to engage in. Sober, anyway. The bourbon arrived, and he thanked the barman without looking up. The man might think he was shy, or strange, although a furtive glance at the other patrons told him 'strange' was more in style here than other places.
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.[Table 7]
Huh? What had Mister Acquati gotten himself into? Could all of these places have something to do with the being that destroyed his house?
She heard that he ended up in a far-off jungle and a beach in Gaul, and that many strange people invaded his house while he was on a faraway moon before it was destroyed somehow. They can't all be related... right?
"What is this 'last place'?"
edited 14th Jul '11 8:31:13 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."At the bar, Keaira sighed into her (decidedly less insane) second drink. "Some vacation," she muttered. Reverting to her normal form, she turned towards the newcomer. "Bourbon, huh?" she asked. "Pretty good taste, for a mortal."
She looked around the room, scanning the faces of those in the Cantina. Not really wanting to just jump into somebody else's conversation, she retrieved her cloak and pulled a slip of parchment from an inside pocket.
How to Conquer the World, Part II, she wrote across the top.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Shaun downed the drink in one and squeaked as his muscles strained from the effort of not pulling a face.
'I'll have another of those, barkeep,' he said, rapping on the counter. Thought about it for a moment, then hid his face in his hands.
'Bourbon, huh? Pretty good taste for a mortal.'
He lifted his head slightly. On the stool next to him was a girl - a young woman of... He blinked. Her age was indeterminate. Very indeterminate. She seemed to be somewhere between ten and ten hundred, and was a little blurry around the edges.
'You'll have to 'scuse me,' he said to her, resting his head on the bar so he could look at her out of the corner of his eye. 'Clearly, bourbon is not my drink.'
She was scribbling something on a scrap of heavy paper. Something about her, besides her strange agelessness, was bothering him. She was very pretty, though.
'Knew a girl like you,' he heard himself say. 'She was very pretty too. But horrible. Are you horrible? Because that would be horrible, if you were horrible, and horribibly unlucky on my part.'
Jackass.
Alarms continued to ring as he watched her, and a word floated through his increasingly hazy brain.
'Did you call me 'mortal'?'
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.Bar
"I could be horrible," Keaira answered, still adding to her to-do list. "But in the interest of civil conversation I will entertain the notion of being 'nice.'"
She got a refill of her wine, a deep crimson elven brew. "And yes, I did call you a mortal. It's such a nice catch-all for any of the mortal species. I don't have to fret over whether you're human or elven, or even from a different breed entirely."
She paused for a moment, her pen poised over the parchment. One more note joined the list.
"So, mortal, got a name?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Bar
'My girlfriend used to call me mortal,' Shaun said. The combination of bourbon and weariness were encouraging him to share with this stranger. 'Used to say it as a jok'. Our joke.'
With effort, he lifted his head. 'Any idea what was in that drink? I swear, I norm'ly wouldn't be down so fast...'
She asked you what your name was.
'Oh, right.' He offered her his hand and gave her a half-grin. 'Shaun. 'M name's Shaun. Who would you be, and if you don't mind me asking, why are you blurry?'
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.Bar
Oh dear god, Keaira thought as she shook his extended hand. Please don't get all drunk and weepy about relationships on me.
"I am Keaira," she said. "Demon Queen of the Undead. And I'm fairly certain the blurriness is your intoxication, not my form." She glanced down at herself as she spoke, just to be sure. "Regardless, you seem to be pounding away at that bourbon, did something happen?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Bar
Shaun's grin stayed put. 'Demon Queen of the Undead, huh? Well, I'm the king of all reality.'
What a joker. He took a deep breath and scrubbed at his face, examining her expression. She was completely deadpan. Amazing control, he'd give her that.
Another bourbon had appeared in front of him, and he took a moment to down it before continuing.
'Did something happen? I guess. For a given of 'something'. Tell me, Keaira, what counts with you? What sort of happening would be significant enough to send you into a sad, drunken ramble to a stranger who calls herself 'Queen of The Undead'?'
He caught himself and shook his head. 'Sorry. I turn into a bit of an arsehole when I'm drunk, apparently. Melodramatic, too. It was nothing so bad. I lost my job is all. Another one will come along.'
'I'm more interested in you. You've been scribbling since I came in. And intoxicated as I may be, you are definitely fuzzy around the edges in a way that the other patrons of this bar are not. What's your deal, Demon Queen?'
edited 14th Jul '11 6:20:15 PM by Hedgewolf
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.Xenosaur drank the Klicken as he watched the patrons of the Cantina, he put down the drink as he pushed a button on his suit. "A.M.I., I need a status report," a hologram of a human girl with visible mechanical part popped up, "Hello doctor, where have you been." Xenosaur thought for a minute, "I'm in some cantina, but I need a status report, how is the captain and everyone else?" The girl known as A.M.I. clicked a few buttons, "The captain and everyone else is fine, but you cat needs feeding." Xenosaur just stared deadpan, "Feed him," he clicked the button as the screen went down. He looked toward the bar as the girl and the newcomer, Shaun, he thought he had heard, were conversing. Having nothing better to do he walked up to the bar and had his Klicken refilled as he listened to the two conversing beings.
Bar
"My deal?" Keaira asked. "I just watched as some punk kid and his band of girlfriends mopped the floor with my undead army. But that's in the past, now, and I'm already looking to the future. I'll take a few decades off to perfect everything on this list and then come back to hit the world harder than I've ever hit it before."
"So, what exactly is your deal, then? Why am I the only one you see as blurry?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Bar
This girl was really committed. That, or maybe he'd wandered into some sort of cosplay bar. Whatever. Shaun didn't care.
'Few decades, huh? Got it down to that. That's good. Keeping busy, y'know?'
The funniest people, the funniest places...
'My deal is that I'm three years out of university and I just got fired from a job that paid crap and was crap, frankly, and I felt like a night on the town. Definitely my scene, in case you hadn't guessed.'
'I don't know why you're so indistinct. I look at you, and I see... I'm not sure. A little girl, maybe, and someone old at the same time. That's - I'm not trying to be metaphysical, or psychological or... whatever, I mean I literally cannot tell how old you are in a range of maybe fifty years. And that's not the booze, because I know I need another soon just to maintain this happy, fuzzy warm feeling.'
Shaun noticed the guy standing nearby, leaning on the bar with a glass in hand. The man's face was hidden, but the bourbon had produced a sense of benevolence and peace in Shaun.
'This guy,' he said, indicating the newcomer. 'He gets it. Barkeep, a drink for me, and my buddy over there. Sharp suit, by the way - very smooth. One for the lady, too, but I think you should check her for ID first. Maybe a fruit juice?'
edited 14th Jul '11 6:44:01 PM by Hedgewolf
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.The door to the bar opened and a young woman with short-cropped black hair stepped inside. The newcomer wore a long duster coat and a three-pointed “highwayman” hat, both in matching shades of forest green and both equally dirty and battered. Under this she wore a simple grey tunic, thick trousers, fingerless gloves and sturdy boots. The entire ensemble was covered in a thin layer of grey dust, mud splatters, and what might have been dried blood here and there.
The woman was festooned with various pouches, webbing belts and pockets, and she carried a long, ornate-looking rifle with a wooden stock slung over her shoulder on a strap. This she let drop somewhat as she looked at the rather incongruous scene in front of her.
What in the... Trooper Geneva Krige blinked and stood by the door, not quite sure how to take this in. One second, marching south to the border. The next...
"Heh. You think I'm kidding. Just because I look ten doesn't mean I am ten, though you're at least smart enough to have worked that out for yourself. You probably come from the old world, no magic, no clue of what's hidden in plain sight. I am the High Daylight Walker, the strongest of all vampires, and I'll prove it to you."
In an instant she was on the other side of him, back in "big mode." "You know, I used to think of myself as younger than other immortals because I was turned when I was so young. Heh. Turns out the body informs the spirit. But when I'm with you young'uns I really start to feel my age."
edited 14th Jul '11 6:57:05 PM by animemetalhead
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Shaun blinked, then turned to face Keaira again.
'That's pretty impressive,' he said calmly. 'Guess I've wandered off the track a fair way, then, huh?'
'You're right. No magic where I come from, as far as I know. We have science, and scientists. You're from an alternate Earth, right? Some n-space variant with vampires and ghoulies and ghosties, oh my.'
Try not to bait the interdimensional monster.
'No offence meant,' he added quickly. 'So, this place... some sort of multiversal hub? If it had only opened up three years ago, I could have stayed on to do my doctorate.'
No, I'm not dead. I cannot die. My own assistants tried to kill me, but like Rasputin, I notice not the poison and laugh at their icepicks.Geneva turned to look at the woman, her expression confused. A cantina? Did I... get knocked out and brought back to a base? Then why would I be...
Shaking her head, the girl hefted her rifle again and fished something out of an inner pocket - a dog-eared notepad and a pencil stub. After writing for a few seconds, she turned the pad around to show Cathy.
Where am I?
Sorry for retreading over the whole "multiversal cantina" thing, but it kinda can't be helped

Table 8
"That's pretty impressive. We're still on Earth, although we do have plans to expand." Megan said, "So, what does that suit you're wearing do?"
@nrjxll: Sorry!