C0cktail
(?)Community Member
- Posted: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:19:04 +0000
NEW THREAD ANNOUNCEMENT
(again but fingers crossed it is the last)
We r dumb and finally realised that we should just combine HyTech, The Basement and C*cktail together for (such) efficiency and (much) value! (wow)
So now instead of having THREE deserted threads, we only have ONE deserted thread! 8D
and so poor Syr doesn't have to post gifs in 3 lonely threads, just in 1 lonely thread!
We're consolidating the guilds as well into what used to be the HyTech guild - which is now the D-T3CH Guild!
All new RP activity for all three shops should go there, and please move your cert thread content over from C*cktail and The Basement if you'd like!
DON'T MAKE POOR LIFE CHOICES LIKE US.
MOVE ALL YOUR VERY LOVELY TUSHES AND ACTIVITY OVER TO
THE NEW CONSOLIDATED D-T3CH THREAD!
Which will hopefully be our new forever home! oh god please
Sorry for the bother and thanks for your patience, everyone!
(again but fingers crossed it is the last)
We r dumb and finally realised that we should just combine HyTech, The Basement and C*cktail together for (such) efficiency and (much) value! (wow)
So now instead of having THREE deserted threads, we only have ONE deserted thread! 8D
and so poor Syr doesn't have to post gifs in 3 lonely threads, just in 1 lonely thread!
We're consolidating the guilds as well into what used to be the HyTech guild - which is now the D-T3CH Guild!
All new RP activity for all three shops should go there, and please move your cert thread content over from C*cktail and The Basement if you'd like!
DON'T MAKE POOR LIFE CHOICES LIKE US.
MOVE ALL YOUR VERY LOVELY TUSHES AND ACTIVITY OVER TO
THE NEW CONSOLIDATED D-T3CH THREAD!
Which will hopefully be our new forever home! oh god please
Sorry for the bother and thanks for your patience, everyone!
There are rumours about this steel building on the outskirts of Barton - it might have started life as a dark and nebulous factory, then a
warehouse storing dubious goods, then abandoned, then reinvented as a sinister laboratory by a mad scientist since inexplicably
vanished… Lately, however, it seems to have found a new lease of life as -[ .hybrid TECHNICA. ]-, a simple petstore - of sorts:
there are those who say that the genetically modified animal-human hybrids they sell are no less dodgy than the endeavours undertaken
in its foreboding structure before.
[ The core enterprise and main building, open 24/7 -
all C*cktails are very welcome to frequent the premises ]
All that, however, is little of your concern - the petshop must not be doing too badly, for recent renovations have seen additional floors,
and an enclosed bar next to the new rooftop pool. That bar, so very creatively named HQ, is what you are here for tonight
- at the behest of the mysterious flyer in the mail:
Glass panels slide open to yield entrance - the lobby is brightly lit, spotless and sterile. You are about to approach reception when
you spot the sign obviously meant for the likes of you: 'HQ on rooftop - elevator this way'. You follow the arrow - though not before
an earnest bespectacled gentleman chipperly starts, "Welcome to HyTech and…oh, you're not here for our sho-" the elevator doors shut
to cut off his last word. It is a short ride and you step out to the sun setting over the empty rooftop, shifting hues reflected in the tranquil pool.
The glass dome beckons and you finally set foot in your intended destination.
. entrance .
. updates . rules . showroom . naming . directory . album .
. dna resequencer . mighty wiener & alternate stages .
. mixology . credits . dj booth .
. notables . linking + links . FAQ .
. events on p2 .
As the flyer promised, the bar is dark, a startling contrast to the bright lights of the building proper. The walls are finished in black,
and a glowing mounted sign informs you that this is, indeed, HQ. Lights striate quietly over the dance floor as a trance beat plays.
"Maxwell - you're going to spill that if you don't stop showing off~" - a high, light voice laughs - you look up…catch sight of the girl that graces
the flyer. The girl…what you didn't expect is that she is standing on the counter, all of 2 feet tall.