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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:11 pm
:::Cora takes her glass and walks towards the seated gentleman, but still listening to the conversation between Malazar and Johnathan on the back burner:::
Can I offer a drink, Hanley...? That is...the people in your time do drink these beverages correct?
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:14 pm
Hanley looked up quietly, nodding. "A whiskey sour." He went back to looking at the SAW.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:16 pm
:::Cora nodded and returned to the bar to fulfill the request. When she got there, she looked from side to side a bit, a little uneasily. She finally got up the nerve to interrupt:::
Uhm...Malazar, I'm sorry to interject...what is a whiskey sour?
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:21 pm
*Johnathan was stunned, Malazar certainly didn't seem to be from anywhere near his time, or at least anywhere near Chicago, by his general dress, but he knew of the Brotherhood.*
"I was under the assumption that the individuals here were taken from vastly varying points in time. Though you assume correctly, I am a Brother or Steel. Right now there are only so few of us in the East, I am currently stationed at Bunker Epsilon, which is just near what records from before the Great War call the Rocky Mountains. I couldn't be any more specific than that."
*He didn't look to Hanley but he was definately speaking to him.*
"Old Man, don't touch the gun."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:21 pm
Malazar smiles and replies affectionately in all seriousness.
"It's short for horse piss, lemme see if they've got any."
Malazar turns and walks back to the bar to grab a choice bottle. Staring whistfully at the label he hands it to her.
"Ask him if he wants a shot, a glass, or the whole bottle. If he wants a glass, ask if he wants it on the rocks, which means with ice. The shot should be filled almost to the brim, the glass with about a third of an inch to spare unless he says otherwise. Put the ice in first if he wants it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:25 pm
*Standing there in wonderment at the SAW lying across one of the table tops like a prized trophy, she wove through the room, quietly enough to make it seem she had just appeared there. To steal a peak over Johnathan's shoulder, more interested in how the monstrosity worked, then the amount of damage it could expel at any given moment..*
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:28 pm
"I wasn't planning on it, and I'll take the bottle." He glanced to Cora at the last part, looking back at the gun. "How does that thing work?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:29 pm
:::Cora looked back to Hanley when he requested the whole bottle. She retrieved it from Malazar, nodded to thank him and walked it over to Hanley. As she moved to go back to Hanley she saw Clare:::
Oh, hello Clare, how are you? :::she said in passing:::
:::She reached the old man:::
Here you are Hanley. :::she smiled:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:32 pm
"Aye, and from different worlds as well. I believe my own is several times larger than the planet that has or had the United States of America and its subsequences. The Brotherhood on my world has command of the Western Boundary, it is similar to the Wastelands of your time, though less radioactive and more widely populated with... interesting inhabitants."
Malazar grins at the looks John's weapon was getting.
"You seem to have quite the conversation piece there."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:37 pm
"Not to bad, yourself Cora?" *Directing her attention to the passing blonde and away from the weapon. While still remaining, almost to close for comfort, perched behind John's shoulder.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:38 pm
*Johnathan nodded to Malazar as if to excuse him for a moment. He turned to Clare, towering over her.*
"Don't. Touch. The. Gun. Hanley...PULL!"
*With a spinning motion he pulled what looked like a small gecko from one of his pockets and threw it up into the air, towards the darkness, away from any of the others. As he completed the spin his M249 SAW found its way to his hands and he fired off a burst into the air, spraying Gecko parts over the area beyond. He put the safety back on and set it down on the table.*
"Demonstration Completed, now leave the gun alone."
*He sighed as he looks back to Malazar.*
"I guess its good to know that the Brotherhood lives on long after my passing. Even in the face of the Menace from the West. That is if indeed it is the same Brotherhood."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:39 pm
"Bah." He sighed, leaning back in the chair and sipping at the bottle, looking about silently, not caring to chime in.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:41 pm
Malazar throws his head back and laughs heartily at the display.
"It certainly is."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:42 pm
*Tavin sighed, having blinked in at a back table, unnoticed*
You know... That's rather messy to have to clean up.
*That said, Tavin put his feet up on the table, and pulled out his book*
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:42 pm
:::Cora jumped at the sound of firing, and when she regained her composure, she was not pleased:::
:::Sternly, but not condescendingly::: Johnathan. Please refrain from firing your weapons here at all times. It is highly dangerouns.
:::Noticing Tavin...he's surpised her yet again::: Captain! :::she quickly nods to acknowledge him...she almost felt like she was in trouble...shooting in the brink? on her watch?:::
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