As Quazarn squints queerly this way and that Zarko springs lightly to the top of the wall.  The Creature forms a stirrup with his blunt hands to hoist up Buck and a second later the spaceman's helmeted head pops up beside the ape.  Buck steadies himself with his forearms.  

The alley beyond the wall is scattered with a few neatly stacked crates.  Standing halfway to the street is a sturdy ape in a rather outlandish blue sarong and vest, scratching his head as he studies a scrap of paper.  He turns your way, his puzzled frown framed by two jug-like ears.

"Ooops!  Seen a small poodle come this way?", Buck says to the simian flatfoot.  Buck jumps on over with Zarko (Zarko: get ready...I think we're going to have to take this chump out).

Creature boosts over his conehead friend and then vaults himself over the wall.

Quazarn scrambles over the wall and lands with an unflattering stumble.  He steadies himself -- and eyes Zarko carefully.

"Wait," he says, "who are y-" and IMMEDIATELY clamps his mouth shut.

The blue-attired planetary ape is slightly surprised at the arrival of the newcomers. He shifts his position and all can see the large revolver he carries
But he makes no gestures towards it. There is a moment of silence as Gorgo's eyes examine the others intensely and then he responds.

"I have seen no dogs, no." - and after clearing his throat - "As a matter of fact I must confess I am lost, as I'm new here. I am looking for a pair of persons but can't make heads or tails of this scrap that passes for a map. Maybe you can help?"

A hint of a smile adorns the ape's face when he sees Quazarn clamping his mouth shut "My name is Gorgo, Gorgo Ubar."

[Welcome, Edsan !  You were the first one to sign up for an EC PbP, so I'm glad you're able to join us at last.  

[I'll update this evening, with the assumption that you're continuing to search for a public restroom and the number for Darryl's reportedly HAWT mom.  Feel free to talk amongst yourselves in the meantime...]

The Creature follows the others over the wall, landing heavily on his square boots and setting off toward the mouth of the alley with a single-mindedness born of his inability to think more than one thought at a time.  The rest of the group follows, new acquaintance Gorgo falling in step.

The alley opens onto a wide cobbled street lined with pink stone buildings. As is faddish in God City, the architecture is EthnoTerran -- in this case ersatz Italian.  A congeries of gift shops and knick-knackeries wilt in the afternoon sun.  Across the way and north a half block is the Omerta Cafe.  To the south is a piazza overwhelmed by a hideously out of place cyberkinetic sculpture, like a rosy-cheeked peasant wench afflicted with a robot goiter.

Buck pats Gorgo on the back, "A scrap of map eh?  Well, let's see what you got there, Gorgo my friend", (Buck is more than relieved to figure out that Gorgo isn't a cop!  Whew!  I just shot a guy after all!  Well, not a guy...it was more like a....ugly ....eh......).

Buck continues to walk along with the others....what is this bit of map?  Anything worth noting?

Quote from: Edsan;243155A hint of a smile adorns the ape's face when he sees Quazarn clamping his mouth shut "My name is Gorgo, Gorgo Ubar."

Quazarn waves.  He's everybody's pal!

Creature checks out the men's water closet at the cafe.

[Taking Creature's lead I'm going to keep things moving along.  Feel free to backfill any PC conversation if you'd like]

The burger bunch plus one ambles up the street toward the Omerta.  It's a tacky little place, walls covered with black and white photos of Terrans with heavy features and aggressive eyebrows.  A wiry elf in a gaudy silk shirt yells angrily into a voicephone.  Despite his nasty threats and impressive profanity you get the feeling it's all for show.

While the Creature checks out the men's room Buck peers at the map.  Hand drawn and smudged, Buck decides it could be a map of just about anywhere from Petoskey to Petaluma, let alone God City.
.................
Meanwhile, Creature gets lucky in the men's room.  So to speak.  On the wall above the urinal is written

Big or small
Stand tall
Bigby Small's Bigtime Brawls
Call Darryl's Mom the HAWT
903-5768

please dont eat the big pink mint
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Back at the entrance to the Omerta, a husky hobling in a dark suit and open collar approaches.  "Youse guys wanna table, or you gonna stand aroun' with your thumbs up yer butts all day?  Ha!  I'm a funny guy.  You think I'm funny?  Do ya?"

"Yeah, you're so funny I forgot to laugh," Zarko says.

The hobling blusters, puffing out his chest, "I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I don't make you laugh, I'm not here to amuse you?" He looks from Zarko to the others, and his voice edges up into a whine.  "What do you mean not funny? How am I not funny?"

"Aw let it go, Tommy," barks the elf.  "Just pipe down and show the nice people to a table if they wanna."

"Hilarous....and don't be "short" with us, Winky Dink", Buck gives the midget a sneer.  "Whatcha got to drink around this place?"

(I am totally not touching the reference to not eating the "pink meat")

Quote from: Rondo;244260(I am totally not touching the reference to not eating the "pink meat")

[Hey, you're the one who read "meat" when I wrote "mint," smart guy

[My next update will be tonight, to give the others a chance to chime in.]