Clayton Dualla
Colonial Retired
Colonel
Terran Senior Technical Advisor
Posts: 5,380
Registered: Jul 3, 2011 19:48:16 GMT -6
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The BAR
Nov 13, 2010 11:37:37 GMT -6
Post by Clayton Dualla on Nov 13, 2010 11:37:37 GMT -6
A bar is always a good place to stop, Clayton thinks to himself. When in a new place, it's a good destination to get a look at the people who make up the local populace. It's also a good place to become assimilated into the local populace.
Clayton walks up to the bar and waves to the bartender.
"I'll have a sherry, please." he requests
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The BAR
Nov 16, 2010 22:25:57 GMT -6
Post by Administrator on Nov 16, 2010 22:25:57 GMT -6
The Admin comes in, looking all haggard and unshaven. Walking to the bar, he places his order.
"Otto, a shot of ambrosia please, and make it a triple. I have so much to do and so many ideas going through my head. Time for a break!"
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The BAR
Nov 27, 2010 10:18:55 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Nov 27, 2010 10:18:55 GMT -6
Having looked all over for Playtime, Kona finally decides to check the Bar. She takes a seat at the bar and slides onto the tall stool. Smiling as Otto makes his way over she pushes her hair over her shoulder and leans on the bar.
*Hi Otto! How about a Cherry Pepsi?* she smooths out her skirt and crosses her long legs.
Otto dispenses the Cherry Pepsi in a glass with ice then slides it across the bar to her.
*Thanks Otto!* Kona drinks from it with the straw then moves her index finger around the rim and licks the liquid off her finger.
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The BAR
Dec 5, 2010 18:09:48 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2010 18:09:48 GMT -6
A woman enters the bar, not sure what she is doing there but there at any rate. The clicking of her thigh high boots rings throughout the room as she makes her way to a bar stool.
~BarKeep... I would like something to drink.... umm maybe Rum.~
She keeps her eyes fixated on the Barkeep, knowing someone was watching her from somewhere.
~Thank you~ she says as her pale hand takes the drink for the barkeep. Her long dark brown wavy hair covers her face as she takes a sip of her Rum.
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Dec 22, 2010 10:10:28 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 22, 2010 10:10:28 GMT -6
As the Cylon enters the room he looks around. The tables, chairs, the bar. "Another bar? There's never a proboards without a bar is there?"
Walking over to the table, One kicked his feet up and leaned back on the chair.
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Marvin
Cylon
Centurion Marvin
Posts: 27
Registered: Jun 27, 2010 12:55:18 GMT -6
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Dec 26, 2010 21:11:12 GMT -6
Post by Marvin on Dec 26, 2010 21:11:12 GMT -6
The BAR Security Guard sees someone who appears underage trying to sneak inside.<<<CLANKING IN TO THE BAR >>>
<<< WALKS OVER TO FBOMB >>>
I D ? (holds out right armlike appendage to check the ID of one through seven F'Bombs
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Marvin
Cylon
Centurion Marvin
Posts: 27
Registered: Jun 27, 2010 12:55:18 GMT -6
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Dec 28, 2010 18:27:07 GMT -6
Post by Marvin on Dec 28, 2010 18:27:07 GMT -6
Getting no response when asking for ID's on all 7 Bombs Marvin changes tactics.I D for FBomb Seven ........ produce or be removed by force His RED EYE moves a little faster back and forth as he waits as 'patiently' as a Centurion is able to do.
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 18:48:47 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 28, 2010 18:48:47 GMT -6
One turns his head to face the Centurion. A beam emits from the red eye and scans the Centurion. Everything about this model flashes before One's eyes. "Oh, Marvin!" One took his feet off the desk and sat straight looking at the Centurion. One took a mental pentagon off of his waist and held it facing Marvin. A few pieces of metal floated away from the bulk of the pentagon. A hologram emitted from the pentagon and stayed between the few floating pieces. It was the badge of Head Security for the Cylons. "It's a shame that these were never put into production, this one for me and another kind for all of security. Atomicpunk put a lot of effort into these." One put the badge back onto his waist. "As no one knows, I am here on official business. Making sure this facility is safe for all Cylons. If you're worried about alcohol obscuring my judgment there's no need to worry." One raised his hand and called out to Otto. A water bottle fired out of the bot's arm and was caught by One. "My survey here is almost complete, but will take time."
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 19:45:39 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 28, 2010 19:45:39 GMT -6
Kona walks into the Bar and sees Marvin interrogating FBomb. She shakes her head and smiles as she walks over to them both.
*Now Now, Marvin, FBomb knows better than to try drinking anything alcoholic in here! He's ok, you can stand down, Marvin.* she sits down across from FBomb *So,you're here checking things out aye? Well, you know there's a real nice New Years Eve Party Friday night and you are more than welcome to attend.*
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 20:09:44 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 28, 2010 20:09:44 GMT -6
One was neither pleased nor upset that Kona had walked into the bar and sat across from him. Being neutral is such a hard thing for some to understand. A life void of emotions sounds nasty sometimes, but is mostely bland. "Ah Kona, it's been quite some time hasn't it? Yes I'm checking the place out, have to be able to protect the kids." One was reffering to the other Bombs who might come in here. If one of them died in here the explosion from their suits would obliterate the entire bar and then some.
One knew about the party, and about how many humans would be there. "If I come to that party you know what I'll do. Kill every human I scan, and without any proof that I did it. I may have left the war but I am programmed to kill them. Three will be there though, he already volenteered to take drunk Cylons home." One was happy that the Bombs didn't need sustinise to function.
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 20:46:18 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 28, 2010 20:46:18 GMT -6
Kona looks over at Otto *How about a Cherry Pepsi, Otto?* he dispenses a cherry pepsi over ice and moves over to set it down in front of her on the table. *thank you, Otto* she takes a sip then looks at FBomb again.
*You cannot kill any humans at the party, F. It's neutral territory. And umm....* she leans over the table and whispers to him *Marvin is doing Security* she smiles and leans back and drinks again from the glass of Pepsi.
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 21:10:08 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 28, 2010 21:10:08 GMT -6
One smiled under his helmet, a human quality he hated. A few human emotions came out of the Cylon, he hated them all. "You can't control a robot I was programmed to hate them." One looked at Marvin, who was not in talking distance anymore. He knew a Centurions limits, he helped make them. "I only said that to get Marvin to leave me alone. I came here because I can use some research from this system. We...the Bombs, are planning something very big. It'll take a long time, a long time in that all of the humans you and I know will be gone."
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 21:37:25 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 28, 2010 21:37:25 GMT -6
Kona thinks a long time when he says that. She had never really considered Playtime's not being with her for all eternity. The thought tears her apart inside but she tries to keep a stiff upper lip through it all. If and when that happens she will find a way to keep her body from uploading. If she has to live without Playtime she doesn't want to go on living.
*Well, F, I need to get back to the New Years Eve Party and get things in order there. I hope to see you Friday night. I'm sure Marvin won't give you any more problems tonight* she finishes off her pepsi then sets down the glass and stands up. She smiles back at FBomb then walks out of the Bar to go back to the Party thread where she's sure Play is still drinking beer at the bar waiting for her.
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FBOMB, all of them.
Cylon
Cylon Model F-Bomb
Posts: 83
Registered: Oct 19, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Dec 28, 2010 21:52:57 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Dec 28, 2010 21:52:57 GMT -6
One's projection had a terrible side effect. With everything he could do with it, he couldn't control it anymore. Being able to hear a person's thoughts used to come in handy. That was during the war, but now here One heard every thought that went through Kona's mind. It almost made him feel sad which sickened him at the instant he felt sad for her. Sad, a human emotion, something he tried to keep away from himself. He waved goodbye to Kona as she left, then left the bar soon after. He could not stay around society without becoming what he hates.
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Marvin
Cylon
Centurion Marvin
Posts: 27
Registered: Jun 27, 2010 12:55:18 GMT -6
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Dec 29, 2010 12:22:05 GMT -6
Post by Marvin on Dec 29, 2010 12:22:05 GMT -6
Satisfied that all was under control I go stand by the door and keep my RED EYE moving back & forth but slower than before. If a Centurion had the ability to smile I would have done so when FBomb left the Bar after Kona.
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