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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 8:09 pm
The abandoned Hangar had been sectioned off for quite some time, -supposedly- abandoned. but now it seems open, the hallway it leads to sectioned off and leading into a Queue Line, Velvet Rope all the way. Upon Entering the hangar, along the backwall where the entrance from space would be, is a rather high wall of water, filled with fish... an entire simulated water ecosystem, filled with predator and prey alike, Carnage abound at times. This place seems to have a quite a few tables infront of it, a Cafe, bar along the right side of the hangar. However, a majority of the Hangar is taken up by a Rustic knocked up Dreadnought, kept with it's original paintjob of Blue and Silver, but... opened up. Inside is a plethora of lounges, rooms, a smaller but more comfortable two floor bar, and a huge section of the back of the Dreadnought hasd been cleaned entirely out, floors, rooms, everything. The rooms gravity is set to zero, and tables are plentiful. seven, roughly eight feet in diameter, surround a larger one, which seems to be the focus of the lights and such... Welcome to The Dead Docker, Ravehouse, Bar, Inn... You name the nightlife topic, this place has it... Within reason of course. Age Restriction is sixteen, IDs will be needed for Alcoholic Beverages.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 8:22 pm
The Owner, a lanky, yet sinew-laden man, calling himself Camio, seems to be the Bartender and DJ, at times, when he can't hire one. His love of music is second to none, yet his love of Combat Flight is more, by the often display of a replica of some Space Fighter, which he'd charge for the time to sit in.... just a mere 50 Credits for however long yeh please, within reason. His clothes consist of one of suitably comfortable living, a outfit of white with an dress shirt underneath, buttoned politely, yet the collar flared... he is rather laid back, calm about most disturbances and smoothes them over with ease... The Dead Docker to him, is more than just a business.... It's a place of Socialization.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 1:00 pm
Pirate E: *The man with short, spiked, green hair, wearing a black vest over a dark red shirt sat at the bar, guzzling down a bottle of black wine. Next to him was another man, slimmer than the first, a goggle on his head of brown hair. After the first man finishes his bottle, he lets out a sigh of delight and satisfaction.*
'Ahh. How lucky were we when Jeln bumped into this place? This is heaven!
Pirate G: Yeah, but we still need to make a living. We still don't have anything planned for money. We're short on food too right now.
Like I said, we're going to the Pirates' hideout. You've heard from that old man. Some guys built a hidden station somewhere around here. It's where pirates trade their stolen goods to other pirates for easier living. It's got everything we need for making a living. All we gotta do is just steal something. How hard can it be?
*He pops open another bottle and takes a drink from it.*
We won't get anywhere getting wasted here. C'mon! Think of a way to get some goods!
HEY! Don't tell a drunk what to do!
What the hell are you talking about?!
Jeln: Hey, shut it!
*A man with oily clothes comes jogging down the hall to the bar.*
What the hell are you guys fightin' about now? Your shouting's echoing all over this place!
Who cares! It ain't like anyone's here!
*He takes another drink.*
Ugh. Did you finish fixing the ship?
Hell, I did. I also got some reading on the sensors that we should go check out.
'llright, get the ship up'n'goin. We're settin' off!
*He staggers off of the stool and heads down the hall with the bottle of wine with him.*
He ain't gonna be able to pilot a mech like that..
Eh, that's how he always is. Always drinks before work. Whatever. We need to get something, and we're gettin' it now.
*Jeln and the pirate leaves the bar, departing from the dock.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2005 10:11 pm
-A rather thin kid was sitting against a wall of one of the alleys between buildings of the streat leading to the docks. knocked over trashcans, busted glass and other such litter lay all over around him. He sighed then he quckly stiffened as he heard approaching footsteps. The boy moved quickly and dove behind a dumpster, listening, hoping he wouldnt be noticed-
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