(Ha!  Sorry, i SWEAR i thought it was meat because of the last barfing incident....I swear!! ha....ah, well it should have said "meat"...

I'm pretty sure it orginally said meat...at least that's what I read it as the first time.  I think the JM is ret-conning this adventure!!!

Quote from: wulfgar;244327I'm pretty sure it orginally said meat...at least that's what I read it as the first time.  I think the JM is ret-conning this adventure!!!

[Pfftt.  Just 'cause you chuckleheads have meat on the brains don't make it so.  Big pink mint = urinal cake, comprende?]

[I'm beat fellas, can barely type a sentence without nodding off.  I'll update tomorrow morning or noontime.]

The hobling, now sniveling, shows you to a table.  He waves his hand bleakly at a chalkboard behind the counter listing a wide variety of fancy coffee drinks, Romulard teas, wine spritzers, lemon adder punch and suchlike.  Creature seems to be taking a long time in the john.

[Throwing back to you guys now.  A few questions:
Creature: Despite your strength you can't pry loose the tile with D's HAWT Mom's digits.  What now?
Buck and the rest: You gonna eat?
Quazarn: Where is your donkey??]

"What's holding up Creature?", Buck says having a seat.  

(Eat?!  Are you jokin'?  After the circle-hurl of 20 minutes ago?  Buck ain't feelin' up to lunch, I can tell you that.  Bucks gonna look the menu over for a double martini.  If there's some bar peanuts or some "beer beetles" or some other bar food he might munch a handful of that.)

Buck removes his helmet and gloves and sets 'em on the bar, "Say, Chuckles...", he speaks to the disgruntled hobling, "What do you guys do for fun around here?"  Bucks surveys the joint, specifically looking for Clues to possibly get in on this scrapping for dollars gig, or maybe some pool, or some way to hook up with some of the guys around here for some information or to make a few dollars.  Buck is turning over in his mind a plan for gathering some henchmen to get us on to the "Monster Magnet" gig....

Seated at the table, Quazarn quietly reaches into his pocket and extracts a REAL, LIVE 8-CENTIMETER-TALL DONKEY.  Placed upon the table, it brays in a tiny voice and clops its hooves.  Quazarn points to it most maginificently, and wiggle shis eyebrows with a self-satisfied smirk.  

"I shra-" he says, then remembers his breath, and stops.  Frowning eyes scan the table for a glass of hydrofluid or PotaBest!, the mint-flavored electrolyte-laden thirst solution in a can.  Seeing none, he pockets the donkey and looks for the restroom.

His cohorts, of course, are amazed at him -- he carries a REAL, LIVE 8-CENTIMETER-TALL DONKEY in his pocket.  WOW!  What a guy!  As soon as he takes care of his deathbreath, he's gonna be covered in chicks.

Buck sees Quazran and the miraculous donkey, "Wha...!?!", then he arches one eyebrow and stares ahead in a daze, like he just witnessed a fat guy eating his own leg while wearing a clown suit.

Zarko will order a straight coffee. (He doesn't hold with those fancy-schmancy "coffee drinks".)

The elf sidles behind the counter and begins rummaging through a rack of  glassware till he finds a martini glass and a chipped coffee mug.  Buck's martini is shaken, stirred, strained, decanted via an alembic, and served with an olive, a clove of garlic, a cinnamon stick and a tadpole.  The coffee's just poured from a dented tin carafe.  

Quote from: Rondo;244675Buck removes his helmet and gloves and sets 'em on the bar, "Say, Chuckles...", he speaks to the disgruntled hobling, "What do you guys do for fun around here?"  Bucks surveys the joint, specifically looking for Clues to possibly get in on this scrapping for dollars gig...

"Eh, what kinda fun youse lookin' for?  We're very importan' guys, we got Our Own Thing."  The elf looks sheepish but lets the hobling go on, "Yeah, see, we're in the SCA, you heard of it?  Society for Criminal Affectation?  We reenact the great crimes of the galaxy, see. You wanna see my boffer pistol?"

Zarko sips his coffee, which is bitter but strong [and thanks to an Alchemy roll will allow him to add 10% to his chances on any single INT or ESP roll!].  His fellow ape Gorgo appears to have entered some sort of slack-jawed trance.

Quote[Quazarn] pockets the donkey and looks for the restroom.

Creature is standing at the urinal, staring hard at the graffiti'd wall in front of him.

Quazarn rinses his mouth out and, without looking at Creature, says, "You, uh...you see something interesting, there, Creature?"

"Boffer pistol?  I'm sort of a firearms nut myself...let's take a look at that thing.  What is it you guys do; "re-enact" galaxian crimes?!  Is there a big audience for that?"...Buck is sipping on his martini.

Quote from: Rondo;245080"Boffer pistol?  I'm sort of a firearms nut myself...let's take a look at that thing.  What is it you guys do; "re-enact" galaxian crimes?!  Is there a big audience for that?"...Buck is sipping on his martini.

"Yeah, all the great crimes, stagecoach robberies, the Valentime's Massacre, Kessel smuggling runs, the Wookie Shave 'n' Haircut, alla them," replies the hobling as he trots behind the counter.  

A moment later he returns cradling a small pistol.  He sets it gently on the counter next to Buck.  The craftsmanship is impressive, but Buck quickly realizes the pistol is carved entirely from squishy foam.  "Here's the ammo," says the hobling eagerly, holding up a bag of pink foam pellets.  "We meet up in the piazza sometimes, but our chapter's kinda small.  Exclusive, like."

Creature finishes emptying his monster size bladder and then remembers the other reason he came into the restroom.  "Darryl's...Mom"  He utters in a gravelly monotone to Quazarn as he points at the writing on the wall.

OOC: Sorry for the hold up guys, been travelling back from across the pond for work.

"Boy", says Buck, "This is the weirdest place I've ever been, and I say that with all due respect".  Buck finishes off his drink, "Well, that's somethin' else...I'll have to take in your show sometime....sounds like a real humdinger".  Buck throws a G.C. on the bar, picks up his helmet and gloves and turns to rejoin his friends at the table.