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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:15 pm
Eulalia Danae Haldis nodded, "It happens soon. But you should stay. It would be better if you didn't interfere." "Sorry kid, but I'm not gonna sit back and let her die." Jarred motioned to the drink in front of her. "That was meant as a thank you, but I regret I'm gonna need one moe thing." His green eyes narrowed. "I need those keys you have."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:32 pm
"Let who die?" She tilted her head and then sighed. "You are welcome to have all the keys I have in my possession." She grinned and then held out both hands, they were completely empty, because Haldis didn't have the two key cards. "There you go."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:34 pm
"The rainbow girl."
Jarred glared at her. "Alright, where are they then? You told me where three are, and those are gonna be a pain enough. Where'd those two you and... That guy has them, doesn't he?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:38 pm
Myke glances around and stops, noticing a sign out of the bar that was navigation so to speak. Taking large steps passed people and crowds, he makes his way to the navigation Terminal, looking it over a bit searching the basic maps and spots a lower level mentioning coded as either restricted areas or 'broom closet' or something. If I was secret key cards...thats where I would be. Looking back over at Jarred he simply nods his head, the kid was resourceful and should be alright for now. He was going to find the lower levels.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:55 pm
Haldis stared at him, and placed two hands over her mouth so she wouldn't tell.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:58 pm
((Fricken brats and their promises XD ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:02 pm
Eulalia Danae "A cook eh?" The bartender nodded after a moment. "Our last cook got a fork lodged into his eye. But have to see what you can do before I hire." Forde smiled and nodded. "Alright. What do you want to see?" Forde pulled out another cigarette, lit it and leaned back in his chair. "And trust me, no fork will come close to MY face."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:04 pm
"That's good enough for me." Jarred slid a few bills to the barkeep, another two shots of whiskey coming his way. He downed one, sliding the other one to Haldis. "Enjoy kid. Sara? I need visual on all those people and I need it now." He said as he took off running. First stop: engine room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:33 pm
Sahaqiel Eulalia Danae "A cook eh?" The bartender nodded after a moment. "Our last cook got a fork lodged into his eye. But have to see what you can do before I hire." Forde smiled and nodded. "Alright. What do you want to see?" Forde pulled out another cigarette, lit it and leaned back in his chair. "And trust me, no fork will come close to MY face." The barkeep a tough and grizzled ex-con with a background of murder and other various crime, grinned. "Can you make cookies?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 4:43 pm
Eulalia Danae The barkeep a tough and grizzled ex-con with a background of murder and other various crime, grinned. "Can you make cookies?" Forde grinned wickedly at the question, and nodded. "I can make you some cookies so good, it'll be like a bomb went off in your mouth."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 5:56 pm
Sahaqiel Eulalia Danae The barkeep a tough and grizzled ex-con with a background of murder and other various crime, grinned. "Can you make cookies?" Forde grinned wickedly at the question, and nodded. "I can make you some cookies so good, it'll be like a bomb went off in your mouth." "Less talking more baking." The barkeep grunted. Haldis slid off her stool and walked behind Forde like a little shadow. She said nothing, but like hell she wasn't going to be part of this monumental cookie baking experience.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 6:33 am
"WHAT THE HELL, JACK," Cookie roared from the kitchen, overhearing. "MY COOKIES AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AND THE BRAT?! I OUGHTA THRASH YOU FOR THAT!"
The sour-faced old woman stuck her head through the doorway between the back of the bar and the kitchen, glaring good-naturedly. "But if that's an extra pair of hands in here, all I care about is if it knows the difference between a masher and a spatula. You know the trade tools, boy?" she asked Forde sharply.
She seemed completely unself-conscious about her monotone appearance. Gray curly hair in a thin, old-fashioned hairnet, gray eyes, and darkened, slate-gray skin. If not for her skin, she might have passed for your average wrinkled human crone... but that skin was too unnatural for her to anything but an alien. With all the rampant racism and xenophobia of the age, one would think she'd have the sense to keep herself well hidden.
Of course, that could be why she was in the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 7:09 pm
ArynChris "WHAT THE HELL, JACK," Cookie roared from the kitchen, overhearing. "MY COOKIES AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU AND THE BRAT?! I OUGHTA THRASH YOU FOR THAT!"
The sour-faced old woman stuck her head through the doorway between the back of the bar and the kitchen, glaring good-naturedly. "But if that's an extra pair of hands in here, all I care about is if it knows the difference between a masher and a spatula. You know the trade tools, boy?" she asked Forde sharply.
She seemed completely unself-conscious about her monotone appearance. Gray curly hair in a thin, old-fashioned hairnet, gray eyes, and darkened, slate-gray skin. If not for her skin, she might have passed for your average wrinkled human crone... but that skin was too unnatural for her to anything but an alien. With all the rampant racism and xenophobia of the age, one would think she'd have the sense to keep herself well hidden.
Of course, that could be why she was in the kitchen. "You're slowly trying to poison me woman, and you know it!" Jack yelled back at the cook. "All I ask for is a little sweetness, some damned chocolate chips, and you give me oatmeal!? What kind of a cookie is oatmeal? It's a damn breakfast food not a cookie!" Haldis walked up to Cookie and coughed slightly. "I like oatmeal cookies, ma'am, at least I think I do. I don't know if I've ever really tried them."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:24 pm
Cookie reached out a hand to ruffle the girl's hair, smiling with her eyes if not the rest of her withered face. "Well, good," she said briskly, "because the crew ate all the chocolate before we got raided, and someone lifted my cinnamon sugar. Come on back and I'll show you how to make them." she added telepathically.
"AND IF YOU EXPECT SWEETNESS OUT OF AN OLD SOUR-PUSS, JACK, YOU'LL ALWAYS BE DISAPPOINTED! Get in here, Forde."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:35 pm
ArynChris Cookie reached out a hand to ruffle the girl's hair, smiling with her eyes if not the rest of her withered face. "Well, good," she said briskly, "because the crew ate all the chocolate before we got raided, and someone lifted my cinnamon sugar. Come on back and I'll show you how to make them." she added telepathically.
"AND IF YOU EXPECT SWEETNESS OUT OF AN OLD SOUR-PUSS, JACK, YOU'LL ALWAYS BE DISAPPOINTED! Get in here, Forde."
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