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The BAR
Aug 20, 2011 20:18:02 GMT -6
Post by fleetops on Aug 20, 2011 20:18:02 GMT -6
*Pardon the interruption of your down time but I have been looking all over for you, Major Rocket*
I open the envelope and begin to read the Orders inside to her.
*You have been ordered to report to Rear Admiral Playtime or Commander Yogi on board the BS-53 Atlantia. You will be taken by the next Raptor out to their destination.* I hand her the paperwork and ask her to sign off on it. *Can I please get your signature?*
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Major Beth Rocket
Colonial Medical Corps
Major-Colonial Medical Corps
Doctor
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Registered: Oct 10, 2010 3:44:59 GMT -6
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The BAR
Aug 20, 2011 20:24:12 GMT -6
Post by Major Beth Rocket on Aug 20, 2011 20:24:12 GMT -6
Taking the paperwork she pulls a pen out and signs it. Handing it back to the marine. At least she'd be able to return to some what familiar surroundings. "Here's your papers, I'll be on the next raptor." Even if I am a bit drunk when it gets here.
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The BAR
Aug 20, 2011 20:33:57 GMT -6
Post by fleetops on Aug 20, 2011 20:33:57 GMT -6
I smile and put the signed papers back in my breast pocket. *Thank you, Major. Enjoy what's left of your down time* I leave and go back to my office with the signed transfer papers so I can send them to the Atlantia.
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The BAR
Jul 18, 2013 18:19:22 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 18:19:22 GMT -6
Trash... and dust... as far as the eye can see! A whisper is heard "What happened?" Another voice, another whisper "You don't want to know. Let's keep going."
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The BAR
Dec 24, 2015 10:37:07 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 24, 2015 10:37:07 GMT -6
Walking about the CMC I stumble upon a little used area. I knock down the cobwebs outside of the door and turn the knob. It creaks slightly and I have to put my shoulder against the door and give a push to open it. Once inside the place looks to be deserted. I can remember many fun times here and I walk around a few tables running my fingers lightly over the surface which leaves a trace in the dust.
I make my way to the bar and begin peering under it and finally locate the clean bar rags and get one wet then wring it out twisting it in my hands. I walk around and wash down the bar top and all the tables. Putting the chairs into place and making the place look neat and inviting once again.
Finally I switch on the Neon Light and reveal the BAR IS OPEN for business! Please come in and just visit here! About anything you want! The Bar is for everyone to come and enjoy! Shout Box is limited to how much can be posted and it disappears but the Bar is here and available. Let's use it!
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The BAR
Dec 24, 2015 14:58:53 GMT -6
Post by Alyna on Dec 24, 2015 14:58:53 GMT -6
If there's vodka, I'm always in. Because no great story starts with salad.
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The BAR
Dec 25, 2015 15:59:08 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 25, 2015 15:59:08 GMT -6
I smile as another Six walks into the Bar. Walking behind the Bar I reach for a clean glass and the bottle of Vodka. Looking over at Alyna "Welcome! Salad is so over rated! You're right, no great story ever began with a salad. Would you prefer your Vodka on the rocks or straight up?" I hold up the bottle and the glass as I wait for her answer.
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Post by It ain't easy... Being Cheesy on Dec 26, 2015 20:08:04 GMT -6
**Exhausted, hungry, and thirsty as all hell, Mike is overjoyed to notice that the bar has finally been reopened. He walks in and sits at the seat closest to the door, just in case he needs to make a quick exit. He immediately sees two sixes, Kona and Alyna, seemingly engaged in a bit of friendly banter, and cracks a smile which barely masks his exhaustion...**
"Hello ladies. Hey Kona, why are you behind the bar? Is Otto no longer operational? I was hoping he could whip me up a few dirty martinis, as well as a fat porterhouse steak with some spiced potatoes. Can't forget the Caprican Chef Salad to start with, though. Every great meal begins with a salad, wouldn't you both agree?
.......Why y'all looking at me like that?"
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The BAR
Dec 27, 2015 12:55:26 GMT -6
Post by Imperious Leader Kona on Dec 27, 2015 12:55:26 GMT -6
"Cheesy! Hi man! Yea, Otto's around here and I'll let him take care of the drinks. He's way better than I am at mixing anyhow!" Kona walks over and pulls out a chair and sits down at Cheesy's table then nods to Alyna "Come join us, Alyna."
"Well, as much as I would like to discuss Star Wars we can't until everyone here has seen it so, what else is new?" Kona takes a sip of her drink then sets it back down on the table as she runs her index finger around the rim then pulls the cherry out of the liquid and sucks off the juice then eats the cherry. "Oh, I have a question for you, Cheesy. I heard that Applebee's has stopped serving Soda at their restaurants. Any truth to that?"
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Post by Alyna on Dec 27, 2015 14:04:50 GMT -6
„Vodka, no ice”, said Alyna and gulped the alcohol down. „Double it”, she smiled thinking when was the last time she drank vodka. She couldn’t remember, but since waking up her memory has been hazy and Alyna was aware it might not return. It didn’t matter for now, what mattered was that she wanted to go back to hunting humans. That was something she remembered perfectly. She remembered the destruction of the 12 colonies, that thrill she felt when the attack started and the panic broke out. Picon, where she was sent with her fellow brothers and sisters to infiltrate and disable planet’s security grid, was burning and she was there in the middle of it slaughtering those who miraculously survived the first wave of attack. Sipping the alcohol she thought of those glorious days. And yet, there she was. In a bar. On a ship. The blond hated ships in general. She missed the touch of sun on her skin, the wind, wide range of colors surrounding her. And mostly, she missed the ground under her feet. What was she even doing there? And why was she there? Suddenly, some human walked in to the bar, loud, with a smug on his face. Kona smiled at him and after a friendly chat, she sat down with him and even invited the other Six. Alyna’s hair stood up when she heard the invite. She drank up her vodka and poured another one. „I might not remember some things, but when did we become friends with… Humans?” The last word was spitted out like some kind of poison. I know this thread is not a typical RP thread, but well, I still kinda try to recreate my character and decide who and what I want her to be, once some new RP starts (if I understood correctly) But mostly, I want her to feel resentment and hate towards humans. So sorry humans, no love from Alyna.
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