Mac
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After quite a while of very minimal time in EU I heard about Cyrene and was intrigued enough to look into it a bit. After reading some of the fiction I was inspired enough to write a little RP something about making my way to the new planet from Calypso.
It’s been way to long since my muse last visited me so I’m probably more than a bit rusty.
Here goes anyhow:
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Something had died in my mouth. My tongue had grown some sort of cross between hair and mold. A trox was gnawing on my skull from the inside.
I got up anyhow and went to splash cold water on my face. Some made its way into my mouth and managed to feel good so I ended up guzzling down a half gallon. Probably needed it. Thought about eating something and quickly changed my mind when my stomach promised to eject its contents if I did so much as whiff an egg. While staring into the mirror and contemplating a fist shaped bruise on my left check I felt a thought in the back of my mind that was having more trouble getting going than I was. I played back last night’s events in my head as I dressed and performed some maintenance on my firearms. Cleaning the KK’s helped clear my mind a bit.
It was pretty typical night in a typical dive and I was getting typically drunk. This was the kind of place that drinkers go to. Not the kind where people go to party. It’s dimly lit, has a big gutted hairy bartender whose clothing can be mistaken for being a camouflaged pattern in poor light and has lots of cheap booze. It also has a low resolution video monitor with scratchy sound that’s usually turned down to just a murmur in the background. There’s a sturdy mesh over it to protect it from damage.
I had sat in my usual booth while the bartender kept me supplied with beer to go with the bottle I was pouring from that night. He considered me to be a good customer in that I didn’t cause problems and had a prepaid bar tab. As was the norm I was alternating between glass and bottle while staring at the monitor and not watching it. As usual there was nothing on it but advertising. The standard group of patrons was in so it was pretty quiet for most of the night.
Well after midnight a small group came in and hit the bar. It was obvious they had been making the rounds as they were unsteady in their walk and were being louder than they had to be—as though that would make up for slurred language. They proceeded to continue their binge while the rest of us pretty well ignored them.
As another beer hit my table the volume on the new patrons went up as one of them started going on about someone I knew. It wasn’t nice stuff they were saying. Normally I don’t pay attention to that kind of drunken talk but the person they were speaking of was someone I liked and admired. I tossed back my glass, downed my beer and stood up. I signaled the bartender to give the men a round of shots on my tab and walked up to them as he poured. They saluted me and threw back the drinks.
“Gentlemen, the statements you made are about a friend of mine and in complete error.” Sure, I hadn’t been in touch with her in a few years. Sure, I parted ways because I felt we butted heads far too much. That didn’t mean I cared to listen to their drivel. I got the witty response of blank looks from three of them and a “Huh?” from the loud-mouth.
“You some sort of perfesser ya feff-turd?” Loud-mouth said as the shot glasses hit the bar top. “What the hell you mean anyhow?” The bartend shot me a look that said don’t and I shrugged an apology back.
“It means you’re full of shit.” I elucidated. The four stood up and the merriment commenced.
Maybe it was the new brand of hooch, perhaps it was the run of luck I’d been having on the hunt or maybe I was just bored. Probably all the above as I don’t ever start fights. This one was a good one and quickly expanded as the other patrons were…disturbed. The bar has weapons check up front but that’s really more for fire arms: As events escalated small blades, truncheons and e-fists came out.
Soon after the bar’s area stunners were used. The bartender woke me first due to my good standing and sent me on my way home. “Mac, your tab's filled. You’ll need to start a new one when you come back.” He told me as I headed to the door. “In a few months.” He finished as I went through it.
I put my weapons in their holsters and thought about hitting the wilds again. I could stand to try increasing my funds. The idea fell flat, I just wasn’t inspired. That’s when that hidden thought came forward. I was bored with Calypso--Done. It was time to move on.
Arkadia sounded good I figured. There were also some tidbits I’d heard about another planet that was soon to be opened up. I would have to check that one out as well. If nothing else there’d be new bars with new types of hooch.
There’s always a bar.
It’s been way to long since my muse last visited me so I’m probably more than a bit rusty.
Here goes anyhow:
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Something had died in my mouth. My tongue had grown some sort of cross between hair and mold. A trox was gnawing on my skull from the inside.
I got up anyhow and went to splash cold water on my face. Some made its way into my mouth and managed to feel good so I ended up guzzling down a half gallon. Probably needed it. Thought about eating something and quickly changed my mind when my stomach promised to eject its contents if I did so much as whiff an egg. While staring into the mirror and contemplating a fist shaped bruise on my left check I felt a thought in the back of my mind that was having more trouble getting going than I was. I played back last night’s events in my head as I dressed and performed some maintenance on my firearms. Cleaning the KK’s helped clear my mind a bit.
It was pretty typical night in a typical dive and I was getting typically drunk. This was the kind of place that drinkers go to. Not the kind where people go to party. It’s dimly lit, has a big gutted hairy bartender whose clothing can be mistaken for being a camouflaged pattern in poor light and has lots of cheap booze. It also has a low resolution video monitor with scratchy sound that’s usually turned down to just a murmur in the background. There’s a sturdy mesh over it to protect it from damage.
I had sat in my usual booth while the bartender kept me supplied with beer to go with the bottle I was pouring from that night. He considered me to be a good customer in that I didn’t cause problems and had a prepaid bar tab. As was the norm I was alternating between glass and bottle while staring at the monitor and not watching it. As usual there was nothing on it but advertising. The standard group of patrons was in so it was pretty quiet for most of the night.
Well after midnight a small group came in and hit the bar. It was obvious they had been making the rounds as they were unsteady in their walk and were being louder than they had to be—as though that would make up for slurred language. They proceeded to continue their binge while the rest of us pretty well ignored them.
As another beer hit my table the volume on the new patrons went up as one of them started going on about someone I knew. It wasn’t nice stuff they were saying. Normally I don’t pay attention to that kind of drunken talk but the person they were speaking of was someone I liked and admired. I tossed back my glass, downed my beer and stood up. I signaled the bartender to give the men a round of shots on my tab and walked up to them as he poured. They saluted me and threw back the drinks.
“Gentlemen, the statements you made are about a friend of mine and in complete error.” Sure, I hadn’t been in touch with her in a few years. Sure, I parted ways because I felt we butted heads far too much. That didn’t mean I cared to listen to their drivel. I got the witty response of blank looks from three of them and a “Huh?” from the loud-mouth.
“You some sort of perfesser ya feff-turd?” Loud-mouth said as the shot glasses hit the bar top. “What the hell you mean anyhow?” The bartend shot me a look that said don’t and I shrugged an apology back.
“It means you’re full of shit.” I elucidated. The four stood up and the merriment commenced.
Maybe it was the new brand of hooch, perhaps it was the run of luck I’d been having on the hunt or maybe I was just bored. Probably all the above as I don’t ever start fights. This one was a good one and quickly expanded as the other patrons were…disturbed. The bar has weapons check up front but that’s really more for fire arms: As events escalated small blades, truncheons and e-fists came out.
Soon after the bar’s area stunners were used. The bartender woke me first due to my good standing and sent me on my way home. “Mac, your tab's filled. You’ll need to start a new one when you come back.” He told me as I headed to the door. “In a few months.” He finished as I went through it.
I put my weapons in their holsters and thought about hitting the wilds again. I could stand to try increasing my funds. The idea fell flat, I just wasn’t inspired. That’s when that hidden thought came forward. I was bored with Calypso--Done. It was time to move on.
Arkadia sounded good I figured. There were also some tidbits I’d heard about another planet that was soon to be opened up. I would have to check that one out as well. If nothing else there’d be new bars with new types of hooch.
There’s always a bar.
Nicely done Mac, and thanks for posting it. 
Quite a bit has changed.