Donjebruche Campaign: In Character

[Jeffr0]

[The GM rolls some dice behind the screen and starts to snicker.]

At that moment... the hot Cygnan babe walks out of the bar and puts her arms around Fred, pulling him back towards the doors.

"There you are...! You weren't thinking of leaving me, were you?" she asks with a bit of a forlorn tone.

Meanwhile, somesort of hari-krishna-like group is making its way down the street towards you. They have all kinds of musical instruments playing loudly and are shaking people down for donations has they come toward you.

[GM note: Marcus Kane saw a "figure in black" at the hotel room. Not sure if he got any more of a look than that or not.]

[mojo_billbo]

Captain Jack opens his communicator: "Out back is clear, what's going on out front? Over."

[Skexis]

Skexis drunkenly bumps into a few people and thinks he might have smacked a few more with his tail.

[Jeffr0]

Fortunately, the religious nuts are of the non-violent variety.

A robed figure accosts Skexis, "we'd like you to have this flower from the religious consciousness church, would you care to make a donation?"

[Flax]

Returning with the girl quickly into the bar to avoid the religious zealots, he tells her, "Why, I was just looking for you. Where'd you go? Oh, hang on a sec, please," as he pulls out his comm. He turns and steps off for a bit so she doesn't overhear.

"Found her. She might have been in the bar, I think further investigation is required, she may have been contacting her accomplices."

Looking back at the girl while holding the comm to his ear, he says, "I'm trying to get out of it, but it looks like I might need to deal with some work, as much as I hate to leave you right now, sweetie. Maybe we can hook up a little later tonight, hmmm?"

[mojo_billbo]

Captain Jack talks back into his communicator... "Might not be a bad idea to go back inside the bar for a little bit and make our next move in the morning... Evenings in the nomad sector tend to be sporadically more violent than here. What do you think Fred?"

[Jeffr0]

Fred:
She tucks a paper with her vid-phone number on it into your shirt pocket. "Tonight would be good." She tossles your hair. "See ya later, workaholic."

She drifts back to the bar where the grav-ball game can be seen better. The Altairians just scored a point. The bar erupts into a wall of screams as practically everyone cheers.

[paul]

Marcus shakes his head and mutters,"It was a wild goose chase...nice now my food is cold!" as he walks back into the bar.

[Flax]

Smiling as she musses his hair, he holds up a finger to her and says, "Hang on- I might have talked them into waiting ubtil tomorrow."

He goes back to his semi-private talk, and says, "Definitely. Tomorrow. Now make up your mind for sure, because I think I need to research whether or not this chick is a spy... All night long..."

[Skexis]

"I'm good with going back in the bar."

[Jeffr0]

[OOC: Okay, so the party will party hardy at the Grey Banshee all night and then sleep in. Fred will be doing the Roger More thing off camera (your place or hers?) and the party will rendezvous for a trip to the nomad quarter during the safest time of the day: market time... when non-natives come over to peruse Drak Ne'Vha wares, hire Drak Ne'Vha guides for hunting expeditions, etc. All activity between "now" and the trip to the nomad area will be resolved with a few die rolls based on the referee's whims and/or any instructions you give now. After that we will cut scene to the new action.]

Some sort of weird goggle-eyed aliens have set up their equipment and start wailing out their noveau retro hidey-ho bebop a rebop. (Think Squirel Nut Zippers done in the style of TRON with a singer that looks like an evil-universe Lionel Ritchie.) The three cat girls really want to dance. (Lindy has made a comeback, strangely enough.) The lights on the floor start churning in the back and 4-dimenional disco holograms start reverberating in time to the music.

Drak Ne'Vha -- The reclusive native race of planet Tafelland was not discovered until a few decades ago. These reptillian desert nomads resemble short, one-eyed Tyrannosaurs. In a nod to the prime directive, many of the more-or-less worthless regions of the planet have been ceded to the Drak Ne'Vha as "reservations" since it was revealed that the world happened to be already inhabited by intelligent life-- Tafelland is to valuable an economic and strategic resource for outright evacuation by Federation members.

[mojo_billbo]

Captain Jack will have one more drink, pay his tab, and then turn in for the night to get a good nights rest before the hunt.

[Flax]

Nope, not good. Sean Connery. Her place- I figure his is probably a dump.

[mojo_billbo]

Nope, not good. Sean Connery. Her place- I figure his is probably a dump.

[OOC] YOU KNOW IT!!!! Sir Sean is the real deal.. [/OOC]

[Skexis]

Skexis attempts to get at least one of the cat girls to sleep with him despite his inability to dance.