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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:37 am
Durem - The Lead Pipe A black and grey sign sits atop an old building in a seedier section of Durem, two pipes are crossed with the word "The Lead Pipe" emblazened in front.
A dusty old dive in Durem. An old fashioned bar in design; A countertop with various hard liquors sits behind atop dusty ol' racks. A few tables are strewn about with a varying amount of chairs kept at each ranging from three to four. The floor is hardwood and creaks in certain spots. This ol' dive has seen better days.Above the bar there is an overhead fan, along with two others at different areas of the bar. In back there is a small office which is usually locked.
Behind the bar is an artificial being, a robot if you will(NPC) named Bottender. Through his old black reflective visor he watches the room and awaits customers, his murky rusted coloring barely reflecting the dim lights that fill the room with a calm luminescence.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:38 pm
Donning a tall black tophat, and a long white trenchcoat, this wanderer - this highway man looks out of place for the outskirts of Durem. Standing at about 5'10", he looks like a slender man. With a black leather-gloved hand, he moves a lock of dark brown hair away from his eyes. Hawk-like in shape, they look to be a deep crimson - only partly visible being obscured by his shades, perched low on his nose.
A tattered stream of black cloth is wrapped loosely about his neck and drapes over his shoulder. Some parts are so tattered that it's a wonder this shadow of a cloth hasn't disintigrated. The white coat the man wears is unmarked, save some dirt and wear on its lower edges. The rough ends drift behind as he walks slowly toward this esstablishment. Delv stops walking for a moment and looks upward to the beaten wood sign.
"...'The Lead Pipe'." He grumbles a little under his breath. "I haven't been here in ages...the place looks abandonned." But that's never stopped him before.
Delv walks to the door and tests the knob - it opens, and the door swings opens invitingly with a creaking sound. "...Crim', you left the door unlocked." He smirks and enters the bar, taking a look around. The place smells dusty as Delv takes a good sniff and sneezes. Dust doesn't affect the booze, however, as long as it's closed. With that Delv walks to the bar and rolls over it, landing on his feet on the other side. He crouches and begins looking around, dusting off the lables to see what's available.
While he rummages, he hears and irritated beep, and looks up to see a black-visored robot. "...Bottender?" The beeping continues until Delv ducks behind the increasingly ruffled Bottender. He hits a switch, and Bottender slumps over, being deactivated. "Left Bottender on, too. I wonder when people were here last...?"
Shrugging, Delv continues his rummaging.
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Crim` Skylicker rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 9:49 pm
Bottender's now 'limp' arm would swing, a small note in it's metal claw hanging there with a tassle attached that just begged for attention. Perhaps the old bot had intended to hand it to the top-hat wearing man?
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An invite to a resort that the not in-the-know mecha doesn't know has been shut and burnt for 3 years. It has a picture of two women in scant bikinis that would put the girls in Dead or Alive to shame, doing some questionable acts.
(6-10)
An invitation to the finest place to 'relax' in all of Gaia... Gambino's Happy Happy Fun Massage Parlor
Swing swing.
Creak.
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