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| Operator¹:
Bell sits in the squadron office, filling out paperwork for the latest deceased member of the squadron. |
| Tayasaurus:
--- Quote from: ZombiLoin on June 10, 2015, 09:33:32 PM ---Faw hesitantly gives into Tippy's decision. "Alright, let's go. You ever taste Vianan brandy? My treat." --- End quote --- "I haven't been able to obtain a drop of good drink since i got here." The group finally reaches the Cantina. Tippy looks around for seating |
| Mr. Hurricane:
I find that the marshaller who was once giving me hand signals for direction is waving his arms at me, staring daggers, trying to get my attention. I shutdown the engine. It dies agonizingly, whistling ever lighter, fading out. I climb out, and lower myself on to the hanger floor. My boots slam against the concrete floor with a thud. My gear sounds off accordingly. The dying sun sinks ever towards the horizon. A sight for sore eyes because it is loving hot. I see Tippy and Faw, heading towards the rest of the base with an FNG. And- is Tippy wearing Tanker's Boots? I shrug it off to exhaustion and absent-mindedly trudge towards the rest of the base. The thought of a comfortable and thoughtful shower seem more enticing than conversation. --- Quote from: Operator¹ on June 10, 2015, 09:39:13 PM ---Bell sits in the squadron office, filling out paperwork for the latest deceased member of the squadron. --- End quote --- I think from what the characters know he is either POW, MIA, or MIA presumed dead. |
| ZombiLoin:
cantina music A small concrete building near the center of the base, the cantina is the go-to destination for broken, mentally-destroyed pilots and invalids who's only chance of survival is to get absolutely smashed and forget about the things they've seen. For this reason, the bar is one of the most well-maintained buildings on the base, and more than a few de facto "inhabitants" of the Bar would gladly lay down their life in defense of it's recycled aluminum chairs and surprisingly pleasant and high-quality stock of liquors. Faw, Tippy, and Ralph walk into the bar just as the sun is going down. The usual crowd of patrons starts to shuffle in as well. Faw takes a 4-seater table on the roof of the building and orders an appetizer (a bit of calamari) and some preliminary drinks- 4 bottles of Aesthian mead. |
| Tayasaurus:
--- Quote from: ZombiLoin on June 10, 2015, 09:43:55 PM ---cantina music --- End quote --- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWO5Ai_a80M Tippy settles in the seat and stretches. Her steel toed tankers boots bump into the seats in front of her as she lets out a loud yawn. "Ah sorry." She pulls her legs back to let everyone get seated. |
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