B312: I'm not much of a mechanic. Good luck, Eires.
-turns to face Quartz-
-and steps back as he forms his armstaff-
Naomi: More like "not built to your species's tolerances" but whatever works.
...If it's not invasive, what species are you?
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:28:28 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Hastur: ~facepalm~ Yog-Sothoth help me...
He approaches the bar and knocks on it with his knuckles to attract the barkeep's attention.
Hastur: Hey there. No offense intended, but we've poured so much cash into your hellhole you should spill us everything there is to know about this town. So answer me, and don't think I'll buy that you dinnae even hear of a possibility - how can we get off this planet?
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:37:52 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Naomi: Huh.
Anything notable about your species-no wait that's a dumb question.
-B312 turns to face the bartender, merely nodding to Quartz in affirmation he is a believer now, before walking over-
B312: Yes.
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:42:31 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Hastur: Do we look like we are enjoying the stay?
The Great Old One's words are punctuated by the saloon's sign falling down, badly nailed after the wyvern crash incident.
Hastur: I admit that I'm thankful for the fact we got to meet each other here. And for that shelter you've provided. Not to mention all the booze. But this whole planet is a hellhole, I feel its atmosphere and earth being not only barren, but polluted by something. Tell us how to GTFO.
Bartender: Right, well getting offworld is easy enough, a bit expensive though.
-Puts her face into her palm when the sign falls down-
The intersteller experess comes around once a month, just go down to the train station with 1000 credits, buy a ticket, and wait for the next one.
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:46:29 PM by Imca
B312: He's being needlessly aggressive.
-to the Barkeep- I believe my...
...sense of time may not be properly...
...properly calibrated. What day is it?
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:46:55 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Lisa)Turax: "...I hear that way too often." :/
(@Naomi)Turax: "...GAHAHAHAHAHA! What a delightful question! Alright, I will answer. But you first."
Shadow: ~the Shadow takes a more discernible shape
◊ as Asagi swings her sword at it, but it just passes through it as if it was air~
" Hehehehe, oh, you lack the oro for this, Señorita extranjera! "
~he mockingly rattles with the golden lantern in his hand, waving it in front of Asagi's face~
Hastur slowly turns around to face the bunch.
(@Team) Hastur: Who of us aside from those who did the bounty hunt have at least a bit of local money? Because either way we'll have to check that sheriff's office for "Wanted" posters if we want to get out of here.
edited 3rd Aug '16 3:50:03 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Asagi: ...?
-Looks around furvitively, then lays eyes on the shadow-
No, my loots.
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