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« Reply #30 on: August 24, 2008, 09:57:04 PM »
Quazarn smiles appreciatively at Pixie.  "Thank you, miss," he says, "I think this will be splendid."  He makes a mental note of her name, location and apparent skills, and having had a good look at her (which he hadn't had before), files her under "useful contact" instead of "hottie".  

Waiting for the unpalatable female to walk away, he waits for Buck to return from his, um, intel-gathering excursion.

[This isn't really related to the game at all, but I'll mention it anyway: I think that one of the most tragic and horrifying things that an otherwise-attractive girl can do to herself is to shove ink under her skin.  In other words, tattoos barf me out.]
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« Reply #31 on: August 24, 2008, 10:11:44 PM »
Buck's getting too weird a vibe from this bunch.  Besides, he really woulda liked to have hit it off with the inked-up honey, so he's feeling kinda dejected...his vanity is easily bruised..he mosies back to the table.  "Hmm..I don't know boys...this place may not be worth messing with.  Maybe we should just get a crew together and look for that so-called "Monster Magnet" ship."

(I'll refrain from ever posting a picture of me or my wife online...we got enough ink to keep you barfing for some time to come Doc! ;)

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« Reply #32 on: August 24, 2008, 11:03:36 PM »
[Sorry, Doc, I'll tag any future links IMCT if the Image linked Might Contain Tattoos! ;)

[I'm unaligned myself on the topic, having no objections nor any pressing urge to have anything permanently inked on me.  But I am vehemently pro pigtails and Dark Crystal. :D]
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« Reply #33 on: August 25, 2008, 08:22:58 AM »
With a monstrous gulp, the Creature finishes his burger and then licks his chops with his stitched together tounge.

"Burp."

In a guttural monotone he groans in the direction of the waitress, but he's loud enough for anyone else nearby to hear:

"Bigby......Smalls.........where....is.....he?"  
 

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« Reply #34 on: August 25, 2008, 08:54:19 AM »
The entire bar seems to flinch at the grating rumble of the Creature's voice.  The seemingly unflappable Pixie trips and drops a platter loaded with full beer glasses, but they stay upright and unspilled through some mysterious force.  

The other patrons go back to their drinks and food.  The noisy table in the corner is quiet for a moment, then their laughter resumes more loudly than ever.

[Glad to hear from you, Wulfgar!  

[I'll update again tonight.  Hopefully Coffee and Stuart will be able to post today as well.  Once things get rolling I'd love for everyone to post daily.  Even if you're to busy too post something substantive a quick check-in is really appreciated.

[Oh, and I'll need Consume Alien Food rolls from the Creature and Zarko.  :eek: Quazarn too, unless you can give me a good reason why he isn't eating the burger he just ordered.]
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« Reply #35 on: August 25, 2008, 09:03:12 AM »
Creature Rolls:

Consume Alien (rated 2%) Rolls 85%

Unpleasant Order (which would seem to apply since he ordered the food! HA) (rated 84%) Rolls 22%
 

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« Reply #36 on: August 25, 2008, 12:28:05 PM »
Buck grabs the edge of the table, summoned out of his bored stupor, "BIGBY SMALLS!?  He says something, and it's "BIGBY SMALLS!?  Who is Mr. Smalls, Creature??"  

Buck is grinning but shocked.:0

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« Reply #37 on: August 25, 2008, 12:39:33 PM »
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[Oh, and I'll need Consume Alien Food rolls from the Creature and Zarko.  :eek: Quazarn too, unless you can give me a good reason why he isn't eating the burger he just ordered.]
[I rolled a 50.]
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« Reply #38 on: August 25, 2008, 12:59:02 PM »
Creature pulls an object out his pocket and shows it to Buck and Quazarn.  After a moment of puzzlement, they realize it is a small piece of a bathroom stall dividing wall, which the Creature apparently ripped loose.  Written in sharpie on the fragment is:

Bigby Smalls Bigtime Brawl
No blades or guns.  Just fists and money to be won.  Think you got the stuff to be tops?  Try your hand, we'll clean up yer blood with some mops


Slightly lower and in different handwriting it says:

Darryl's Mom is hawt

and still further down and yet another set of handwriting:

ICUP
 

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« Reply #39 on: August 25, 2008, 01:26:55 PM »
"I-cup?" Quazarn says.  "Oh, dear.  How would she even walk?"
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« Reply #40 on: August 25, 2008, 02:03:59 PM »
(HARR!! D2 was there! ha)

Buck says, "hmm, lemme see that..", he looks a bit closer..."Brother!", he says to Creature, "You indeed GOT THE GOODS!  Lets go make some dough!", and with that he's calling over Pixie..."Gorgeous! You know where we can find Mr. Smalls?  I'm the manager for "The Creature Feature" here....we have some biz with this guy, Mr. Smalls..."

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« Reply #41 on: August 25, 2008, 03:33:50 PM »
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[Oh, and I'll need Consume Alien Food rolls from the Creature and Zarko.  :eek: Quazarn too, unless you can give me a good reason why he isn't eating the burger he just ordered.]


[And here I am at work, without my dice! Don't worry; I won't let it happen again. And I'll get you that roll tonight.]

Zarko was just listening to the general conversation until Smalls came up. That sounds like something he could get into. He'll start to edge closer to the group.
 

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« Reply #42 on: August 25, 2008, 08:42:15 PM »
Okay, my Consume Alien Food is... 03. (Gulp).

And I roll ... 03! Holy cow! I made it!

[I can't believe that happened, but I'm keeping the roll. Of course, when I really need a good roll, I'll blow it spectacularly...]
 

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« Reply #43 on: August 25, 2008, 11:14:34 PM »
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Buck says....calling over Pixie..."Gorgeous! You know where we can find Mr. Smalls?  I'm the manager for "The Creature Feature" here....we have some biz with this guy, Mr. Smalls..."
The Vulkin turns to answer, but never gets a chance.  As she passes a nearby table, a cloaked hobling suddenly drops his half-eaten burger and spews his lunch at her feet.  She slips in the sick and thuds to the floor, as bedlam erupts in the burger shack.

Lunches are lost and cookies tossed in every corner of the room.  Quazarn gives forth with a keening wail as he de-gulps his goxburger onto the floor between his legs.  His nauseau passes quickly, but is followed by a belch so acrid it makes his eyes water.

At his side the Creature bites his lip and puffs out his cheeks in a mighty show of self-control.  He rummages through his pouch till he finds the policeman's cap he borrowed on his way into town, gently shakes loose the bit of scalp still sticking to the brim, then finally coughs up his hamburger into the hat.  He immediately begins to hiccup loudly.

Buck stands dumbfounded amid the tumult.   Most of those lucky enough to keep their food down race for the exit, skidding on slick floorboards.  The unlucky choke and gasp all around him.  The dwarfess at the bar hacks up a stream of butterflies.  One of the Honchos huddles under the table weeping hysterically, and another slowly turns a florescent shade of green.  Nearby the Honchos table Buck spots the one other fellow standing: the ape who'd been eating at the end of the bar.  

Buck and the ape are still surveying the carnage when the swinging doors to the kitchen bang open and an ogress in a greasy apron bellows forth, brandishing a half-gnawed haunch of beef and an improbably large cleaver.

"More Meeeat," roars the ogress, lunging for one of the goblin bike messengers...


[Quazarn has toxic halitosis, 5' radius, and will suffer a 10% penalty to all LEA abilities for the next 4 hours.  The Creature will take a 5% penalty to all ability and attack % rolls due to debilitative hiccups, also for 4 hours]
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« Reply #44 on: August 25, 2008, 11:28:11 PM »
"Well.....there you have it....", sighs Buck doing his best Oliver Hardy.  "Shall we retire to another portion of the room, gentlemen?  Oh I dunno...something with a little less V O M I T perhaps?", he removes a glove, and runs a finger deftly under both sides of his moustache.  "Why is it I can't get a straight answer from anyone these days?"

(They better not DREAM of sticking us with a check either!!)