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A stranger creaks open the door and walks in to the bar. His strange getup attracts a few odd glances. He walks slowly to the back with the air of a man that is extremely uncomfortable with his surroundings. He sits at one of the tables in the back, orders a drink, looks disappointed, orders a different drink, sits back and watches the other patrons.at #7603
Lance, the Innkeep, notices the new face in mists the Tavern hall.
“Nice garments ye be wearing mister” he shouts over to him.
“Did the miss waitress not deliver the proper beverage to you?” he asks with a equally disappointing look on his face.at #7604
The new comer turns to the bar and shouts back.
“Thanks, It’s my flight suit, Also do you have any of that Alderaan stuff because this,”
He shakes his glass “It isn’t Bitter berry, I can say that.”at #7609
“Time for some tavern magic” grins the barkeep.
He quickly ducks down behind the counter and immediately back up again now holding a shining and strange looking glass in his hand with an even more weirder looking beverage inside.
“Will this do?”
“By the way. Most here would prefer another kind of drink but in the tavern everyone shall get what they prefer.”
The stranger walks up to the bar and takes a sip. “Wow, this is perfect. The name’s Dreis by the way.”at #7617
“A pleasure to meet you, Dreis! I hope you enjoy your drink and your stay with us. Feel free to share any fancy stories of your flights around the galaxy, friend!” The old sea captain asks, eager to hear tales of glory and valor in the cold vacuum of space.at #7619
Whit a big grin Lance heads over to the news board and puts up a freshly created poster.
“Guess what day it is folks”. 🙂
Comments, other caption ideas and general participation in the tavern be most welcome.at #7620
“Im’ma melee the shit out of that tank with my bonus 20% CQC skill” – Every commando main ever.at #7621
The man in tiger stripes stands up suddenly. For a moment he went to ready his M14 which was propped against his barstool, but now is held in a half ready position. Shouldering his weapon he again focused on what gave him rise in the first place.
“Barkeep!” He calls out in a slightly hurried tone. “How about a Death Star Stout?”
With speed that would suggest premonition the innkeeper pops the cap off of a simple yet imposing looking bottle and slides it down the bar. The man in tiger stripes grabs the bottle in transit and admires the label then turns it upside down and takes a very large swig.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Always was a fan of The Dark Side.” He says with a sinister grin.at #7622
” Either that imperial stout has used some sort of force on my mind… or i just saw a russian ghost in mnb2. Maybe its the booze. Innkeep! Another stout if whenever you get the chance, it”s gonna be a long night. “at #7623
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Jack finds himself suddenly in the jungle, alone. It seems as if the Sleeping Bear has disappeared, or maybe he wasn’t at the tavern at all… All of the sudden something seems off, his environment has changed. Jungle floor has been replaced by rolling grassland with sparse trees wider than tall. His uniform fits oddly and is made of a very unrefined material. More importantly his rifle… His M14 has been replaced, with an M1 Garand. He is somewhere in Germany and Jerry is on his way.at #7629
anybody here on EVE online? just started yesterdayat #7630
A young man, maybe in his early twenties, opens the door and walks in. His face, half-hidden by shadows, appears to be normal, but as he walks towards an empty seat, one can see that the left portion has been replaced by a robotic facade, silver-grey with a translucent green optical sensor where the left eye would be. His right hand, as well, is mechanical. His clothes are reminiscent of the field-grey Wehrmacht uniforms familiar to many patrons here, yet it is oddly futuristic, as if from another time and place. He marches to an empty seat next to Dreis and sits down.
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