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Jun 24, 2011 19:16:09 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Jun 24, 2011 19:16:09 GMT -6
Ha Ha I had to re-read this thread to see what you were referring to fictionfan! That's pretty good. Hey Barkeep - another here for fictionfan! Make it a strong black coffee - I hear he's flying later tonight!
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Jun 24, 2011 20:21:06 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2011 20:21:06 GMT -6
*turns around to him*
Lucky I've been busy screwing the woman in my head...Cortana
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Jun 25, 2011 20:34:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2011 20:34:23 GMT -6
I walk into the bar and a light shines behind me as I walk inside towards the bar and take a seat after the light fades away behind me and I see Ace sitting down next to me with Kona next to him
*well buddy how's it going....hope the ship is keeping you busy*
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Jun 25, 2011 21:08:07 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Jun 25, 2011 21:08:07 GMT -6
A man walks in but the light is behind him and I can't tell who it is until he talks. I about fall off my stool! I smile at him as he talks to Ace.
*Well, hello stranger! Come sit with me please* I pat the empty stool beside me and hope he will join me.
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Jun 25, 2011 21:12:33 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2011 21:12:33 GMT -6
Setting his empty beer aside before ordering another one, fixing his jacket; "Somewhat busy though I'm sure it'll be busier soon enough...have a good night and first round is on my tab."
Drinking a bit of his beer as he started out of the bar.
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Jun 25, 2011 21:23:16 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2011 21:23:16 GMT -6
I see Ace start walking off
*was it something I said....oh come on back man* I just watch him walk away from us
*well that was fun....oh man* I ask the bartender to get me a whiskey
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Jun 28, 2011 17:21:20 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2011 17:21:20 GMT -6
The barkeep brings a good strong black coffee for fictionfan, who slowly sips on it while looking around the bar.
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Clayton Dualla
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Jun 28, 2011 21:30:44 GMT -6
Post by Clayton Dualla on Jun 28, 2011 21:30:44 GMT -6
Clayton flags the waitress when he smells the coffee.
"I'd like a pot of that too. Smells great, and I'd like some cream with that." Black coffee was something he could drink if he had to. Sometimes, the company dictated that he forgo the cream to appear sufficiently macho. He'd usally rather do that than put somebody's lights out; they might have to fight a common enemy the next day. Tonight though, no problems.
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Jun 30, 2011 18:36:47 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 18:36:47 GMT -6
Seeing how it is a slow night tonight, and being more sober, fictionfan heads over to the gambling machines and starts plopping down cubits, hoping to make it rich.
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Jun 30, 2011 19:53:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 19:53:32 GMT -6
WTF is that?!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2011 8:56:50 GMT -6
Just some slot machine I found tucked away in a corner, good thing it works
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Post by It ain't easy... Being Cheesy on Jul 3, 2011 3:11:18 GMT -6
[OOC..... Being that the "Spiritual Plane" is without time or boundaries, bear with me please. Also, go ahead and add the reactions of the Bar folk as you feel necessary. ] ***The Sentient Soul and Astral Projection of Mike "Cheesy" Jericho floats into the bar for the first time. He immediately identifies some of his friends, and notices some unfamiliar faces. He tries to speak to them, beginning with his friends, but they all ignore him. He begins to wonder why they ignore him, but then suddenly remembers some of the last things he had seen... In a flash of memories, the incorporeal shade of Jericho is flooded with images of the destruction of Battlestars Cerberus and Vulture, and he again experiences his feelings of torment and regret because he could not prevent these disasters and loss of precious life. He blindly reaches for an open beer which is on the Bar. His hand passes straight through it, and before he can say What the Frak?... Flash!He sees images of himself and others who are grieving while he is delivering a speech at Admiral Slade's funeral, and then again at Anastasia Dualla's funeral... He thinks to himself about how senseless it was for the Universe to be so unforgiving and cruel to have allowed these good people and leaders to die before their time... He becomes angry and reaches for that beer again, and this time he nearly feels its coldness in his hand. He makes an almost conscious grab for it this time, but the beer bottle only forcefully falls off of the bar and shatters on the floor. People in the Bar jump from being startled, but he does not notice because he begins to feel a sense of acceptance, although he does not know why yet... Flash!Jericho is now subjected to the sights of him in his CAG office aboard Galactica while filling out paperwork and sending his pilots to their almost certain death. He sees the face of his best friend Maria Wagner smiling at him, although he feels he does not deserve such a warm smile from her... He then sees the faces of pilots who had lost their lives under his command flash in front of his face. Once again, he feels anger, regret, and hopelessness, and he screams apologies to them all. He now is full of despair and rage, so he forcefully slams his fist into the screen of that old 'Thunderbirds' slot machine. Surprisingly to Jericho the screen shatters, and the winning alarm begins to go off while all of the cubits are being spit out of it. Suddenly that sense of acceptance re-emerges and becomes stronger. He wonders how he could even begin to feel like this considering how much death and destruction he has been responsible for, but the despair again quickly washes away for some unGodly reason. Shaking off the unfamiliar feeling of peace and acceptance, he starts to ponder on why and how he had failed so miserably, when... Flash!He is now in a blindingly white four cornered room with no door, and the walls of the room seem to be far away... Jericho's spirit is now reeling with uncertainty about reality and is entirely confused until he hears someone with a very gentle and caring voice say... "It wasn't your fault. None of it was. You did the best you could, and that was more than anyone could have ever asked you to do." *He asks...* "Alex? Is that you? Is it really you?? I remember talking with you for a while, and then I was here... What happened? Why am I seeing all of these things?"*She replies...* "Yes, it is me Mike. Although I am not the Alexandra Skulbaka that you had known in life.""So I am dead, aren't I? But why are you here? Are you one of the Gods? Or... Dare I say it.... Are you the One True God in which the STO and Cylons believe?""I am no God, Mike. I might not even be real. I am a construct of your own mind and heart. You are not dead, but your subconscious needed an anchor to attach itself to so it wouldn't be lost forever. Your memory of Alexandra Skulbaka and her uncountable selfless actions throughout the most harrowing experiences of your people's lives was that anchor. Therefore I am now here, in her form, to help you understand and accept that there was nothing you could have done to prevent the terrible things which have happened to your people.""I don't understand... If you are only in my mind and I am actually alive, then why wouldn't the people in that bar acknowledge my presence? Why can't I try to help them all now? If I was not at fault for any of these things, why can I not try to make a difference now? Please Tell Me!!! Please!... please...."*Jericho proceeds to completely break down and sob uncontrollably...* "Your term of duty is not over yet, Mike. Allow your regrets from the past to fade away. Allow your misgivings about others and your own self-doubt to vanish. It is Imperative that you do this. Your future is where you belong. Begin again with a clear sense of conscience. You were out of options before, but things have changed and you have work to do now. Your people need you...""How will I know that I am doing the right thing? How can I choose the proper path? How...."*Before Jericho can finish asking the next of his many questions, he hears...* "You will know. Trust in yourself as you have never before... You have to go to work now... Open your eyes...."***Mike Jericho suddenly feels himself being pulled out of whatever "reality" he was in, and into another... He suddenly feels sick to a stomach which he shouldn't have since he was dead, and begins to lurch in agony. Strangely to him though, he still feels that peace and comfort which he had never experienced before this time... That particular feeling grows stronger with every passing Micron...*** ***In a non-descript medical area somewhere, a nurse is making her rounds and checking on patients. She moves from room to room, bed to bed, and as she is making her way out of one room, she catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
She stops, turns around, and is almost convinced it was only a slight gravity adjustment of an IV cord. She goes back to make sure that everything is alright with the IV, and sees the fingers of the man in the bed twitch and then curl... She gasps in shock, composes herself quickly, and looks at the patient's medical clipboard which is always hanging at the foot of the bed... She reads it for a Micron and then screams....***
"DOCTOR!!!"
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Jul 3, 2011 12:08:02 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2011 12:08:02 GMT -6
Nicely done nicely done in deed... Professor X finally rises ;D sorry bro but it took me a whole 10 minutes to think about that one
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Jul 3, 2011 15:32:55 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Jul 3, 2011 15:32:55 GMT -6
Kona watches as a bottle falls from the bar and crashes to the floor then the slot machine starts paying out in the corner. She shivers as a cold wind suddenly wafts past her and disappears. Playtime seems oblivious to any of this and has not even acknowledged his wife (a fact that makes her very sad). *Otto, give me a rum and coke here* she nods to the metal dispensary and then catches the drink as he slides it down the top of the glassy smooth bar toward her. *Thanks Otto, apparently I am invisible* she smirks a little and stirs the rum into the coke then takes a long drink from her glass.
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Jul 3, 2011 15:57:00 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2011 15:57:00 GMT -6
Looks at his smashed beer on the floor, "You know I don't pay for broken beers and that was my frakkin beer get me another one," feeling a cold breeze pass by; knowing that feeling from his own past. Getting another fresh beer, he spoke softly to Kona while walking out with his beer; "I know that feeling considering I used to well be like that and only another person in the fleet drinks the same beer as me...Mike Jericho."
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