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pp sits still, ignoring the head-bashing, staring at a tiny blue screen in the palm of his hand...
Cresent becomes interested and walks over to see what's going on.
"Wuzzat?" "Can't tell you" "And why not?" "'s secret" "oh... I can keep a secret!" "Fine"
pp hands the (blank) little screen to Cresent and watched Cresent fumble with it, trying to figure out what to do. Sneakily, pp sneaks (sneakily, he sneaks, heh) over to the bar countertop, where he presses a button...
A moment later, Cresent is found in a virtual reality niside the screen...
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Mikhailovich finds Cresent in VR in the little screen and begins poking with virtual banana.
------------------ what's this? i was just fighting a 'fed cruiser in Tau Ceti and now what the hell happened? i'm in this "Eltor" System... damn wormholes
Cresent takes Mikhailovich's virtual banana and eats it. "Hey this is fun!!" Cresent refuses to come out of pp's little screen thingy.
------------------ -Everyone has a photographic memory, just not everyone has film. -Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups. -Great minds think alike but fools never differ.
Frodo blows up the VR with a virtual bomb.
------------------ One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
Mikhailovich, knowing the cardinal rule of all computers, remembers he saved Cresent.VR before he started the prodding, so he opens a new, non-exploded Cresent, and decides to buy Cresent a virtual Saalian Slammer
Cresent drinks the virtual Saalian Slammer, and sits still for exactly five minutes. Suddenly a virtual pogo-stick appears in front of her, and she goes bouncing across the computer screen.
Mikhailovich grows tired of playing with the virtual human and goes to listen to the System of a Down concert on the stage next to the rugby field and the swimming pool
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Originally posted by Ambassador Mikhailovich: **Mikhailovich grows tired of playing with the virtual human and goes to listen to the System of a Down concert on the stage next to the rugby field and the swimming pool **
Frodo goes with Mikhailovich and listens to them sing one of Frodo's favorite songs, Chop Suey. "I don't think you trust, in, my..."
DY4 looks at his star map.
"Holy ****! I wanted Atlantic Ocean, not Atlantic Station. I knew it was strange when the system I jumped into was 'Liat'."
He shares confused looks with everybody, then blasts open the acid pit control panel, types in something. Giant tubes come from the ceiling and start sucking all of the acid from the pit. pp tries to stop him but gets sucked inside the acid tubes. " Select destination," a computer voice says. DY4 types in the name of his ship. "Transfer complete," drones the voice. DY4 throws a 500,000 credit stick toward the restrooms, then jumps into his ship filled with acid. He sets course for Earth, ejects his escape pod, and hits the self-destruct button.
w3rd.
------------------ Do you always have to do that?- HY6
Cresent watchs from the VR computer as the acid pit refloods with acid from a hole in the floor, and pp comes flying back to the Albatross, and crashes through the roof. She tries to catch the penguin in a virtual net but since pp ain't virtual he goes right through it.
Alright... there was no point in all that. pp fiddles with some knobs on the bar's control panel, and all is restored to the way it was. pp then creates a new rule: No fishsticks in the bar on the third friday of Februrary.
Cresent sits in VR and laughs "Fishsticks!! If I were you pp I'd be more worried about penguin steaks! Hmm...............that gives me an idea.........................aw crap I'm virtual!" Cresent wonders how to get out of the computer.
Originally posted by Ambassador Mikhailovich: **mikhailovich looks around for the nearest azdgari and fires a few mass driver slugs into him from his cleaver wrist mound pistol melded to his bone by his zidagar coscriptors for this deadly purpose - to come to the albatross and rid the place of azdgari
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Gordontron's body seeped blood all over the floor. His spirit hovered above wondering if he was killed because of the bootlegged fishsticks he was carrying in his green robes.
------------------ "Chaos is our ally, discipline our mortal foe" --Azdgari Commander Long live the Azdgari! Thanks Bush, great job at protecting oil fields. Oh but next time, protecting the first known artifacts of writing, and the first calendar might be preferable.
A small silver ship streaks through the sky, the sunlight biliantly glittering along its polished sides. It circles slowly and edges down to a landing bay outside The Albatross. With a sharp hiss three elegantly curved legs fold out from underneath the ship and touch down lightly on the landing pad. Before the landing gear recieves the full weight of the ship a small boarding ramp begins to lower from just below one side of the craft. Steam hisses about the doorway into the ship. After a few seconds the steam begins to separate and a tall figure in a black cloak moves slowly and gracefully down the ramp. As he reaches the landing pad he raises his, hood covering a head of silver-blonde hair, emersing his face in shadows.
He crosses the landing bay, his cloak shimmering as he moves with a silver light. He pauses at the door of the bar and moves his hand into his cloak as if to ready a weapon incase of trouble. Entering the bar, he glides swiftly to a table in a dark corner. He glances around the room then orders some saalian brandy.
------------------ " Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one. "
Cresent finally figures out how to get out of the computer, only to almost die of shock that there are new people in the bar. However, that thought is quickly replaced with one about penguin steaks. pp where are you...................
Mikhailovich takes out his trusty Lean Mean Penguin Grillin' Machine and attempts to grill pp alive. Doing this, he figures out the meaning of life, but it is stolen from him by a "burgular thought" "Oh well, the steaks are done, Cresent!!!"
Originally posted by Zurg: **A small silver ship streaks through the sky, the sunlight biliantly glittering along its polished sides. It circles slowly and edges down to a landing bay outside The Albatross. With a sharp hiss three elegantly curved legs fold out from underneath the ship and touch down lightly on the landing pad. Before the landing gear recieves the full weight of the ship a small boarding ramp begins to lower from just below one side of the craft. Steam hisses about the doorway into the ship. After a few seconds the steam begins to separate and a tall figure in a black cloak moves slowly and gracefully down the ramp.
Um, this is outer space. Atlantic Station in the Liat system, to be exact. I knew I heard "The Albatross" somewhere in evo.
As for the story: A wormhole ruptures the entrance to the Albatross. For the people who go there, it strangely resembles the Banter and Brawl. A parrot flies out of the wormhole with a piece of paper in it's beak. Most patrons in the bar jump for cover as the parrot flies to the bar's bulletin board. "Hector!" most everyone screamed. Hector pins the piece of paper to the board and flies back into the wormhole in the same fashion it came in. Abruptly, the wormhole closes. The crowd looks at the scrap of paper.
Cresent starts to eat a penguin steak, but the smell makes her change her mind, so she sets up a booth with Mikhailovich, and sells penguin steaks. Cresent decides to ignore the strange piece of paper, but wonders if parrot steak smells better than penguin steak.
The cloaked man rises slowly from the shadows as he smells the sweet aroma of penguin steaks. He walks across the bar to the penguin steak stand and buys one of the larger steaks. Paying for the steak re returns silently to his table.
Mikhailovich raises the price of pengun steaks from 2 credits to 1.23 million credits and a disabled 'Fed Cruiser