RP [Open RP] Welcome to the Kikyo Sector - Part 6 (Late YE 46)

Menelaos slithered into the bar wearing a bomber jacket with the insignia of the CSP Gorgan's Gaze on the back of it taking over almost the entirety of it, this was worn over the standard Sepera flight suit. He was on leave currently and he hadn't exactly been the most social of people during the last few weeks.

He knew how rare seeing one of his species, especially seeing one who was a trained fighter pilot. This was one of the main reasons he avoided those from other species even with how inclusive Yamatai was, he still drew stares though.

"Pardon me, Miss, could I have a Bourbon with two ice cubes and whatever burger sounds good to you?" He said to Dara, who appeared to be the waitress on duty, as he slithered up to the bar and coiled his tail around a bar stool as he sat down.

Aratani coiled her back like a dragon arcing through the air as the samurai's hand found her and danced up her spine. The silver-haired Neko turned to look fully at the woman and was immediately confronted with Tokuko's magnetism. Aratani's pale face took on a pinkish blush that crept even to the peaks of her knifey ears. Her hands went up to her mouth as her knees bunched together and she could only smile on at Tokuko momentarily before the single shots were placed in front of the Star Army soldier and the seat next to her.

"Then be prepared to be impressed," she said in a willfully cheeky voice that only served to contradict the rest of her flustered form. Tokuko had said their malt vintages usually impressed and Aratani was smugly self-satisfied at having ordered such. That didn't prohibit a bit of lagging doubt, though, "I should have gotten it in a Nep fashioned or just neat, though, huh?"

Dara's vibrant purple eyes flicked up from her work to see the Separa'shan in front of her. It had been a minute since she had seen one of his kind, though not the first time. "Sure thing hun." she chimed as she prepped his drink. "Only burger we got is the Nepleslian Naptime, gimme a few to whip that up for ya." she said cheerfully as she slid his drink in front of him. While Dara prepared the burger she threw out some small talk, "So what brings you to a bar in a flight suit?"

Menelaos favored Dara with a somewhat sheepish grin when she brought up him still wearing a flight suit. "Well, I had just spent some time in a flight simulator. I figured I would grab and drink or two and some food before heading back to hotel." He looked around the bar to see who else was here today. "You don't usually see Oni around that often, also could you make that burger rare, please?" He leaned back somewhat as he took a slow sip of the bourbon which had just been given to him.

She looked up from the prepared condiments trying to disguise the look on her face. It was one of being mildly confused and slightly weirded out. Though it really was not her place to judge what her patrons did with or to their bodies as long as they left her out of it. "Ah, I see." she said warmly as she was about to slap the patty onto the grill. When Menelaos amended his order she whipped around, "How rare we talkin darlin? Wave over the heat and pray or kiss and rip?" she asked in Yamataigo. She blinked unamused as the separa'shan leaned back in its seat.

Devias looked a bit puzzled that he was handed a waiver before he got the other drink, but considering one had to have augmented internals to even get a taste of it, perhaps it was needed for the bar to wash their hands of the aftermath if one were to lie. However, with how much care the mute server put in when pouring the liquid into the glass, a display that felt like he was given something radioactive or a chemist's newest concoction, the paper may not just be for show. Still, he looked more amused that anything as he reached into his coat and took out a silver pen with no visible branding to sign the document and passed it back to the server in trade for the new drink.

"Well, cheers." He raised the glass to his lips and let the liquid flow down the hatch. While there was no more reaction to the new drink compared to the first, there was a passing look that crossed his face, as if he was in thought as he analyzed the composition of the drink, more literally than many would realize. "Mmm... this will do. How much for the rest of the bottle?"

In reply to Aratani, Tokuko let out a scratchy belly laugh that put her valkyrja fangs on full display and soon morphed into a wide-mouthed yawn that made her look like the tired old cat she was. Tokuko had at first been wedged between Aratani and whoever was seated at the crowded bartop next to the white-haired Star Army soldier, and immediately took the opportunity to slip into the chair when it was vacated by that other patron. Of course, no seat could be checked in somewhere as busy as this, so the shaggy samurai wasted no time in claiming her spot for the night.

"It's not as if we'll feel it anyway," Tokuko chuckled, shaking from her butt up to the top of her head in a sort of stationary stretch that made her floppy Neko ears perk up for a second. "So you should have gone for taste. There's plenty of night left to try anything we desire, though, so tell me how you've been. Quite well from the looks of it; an Academy graduate pulled along for a Ketsurui hero's adventures. I'm humbled in your presence!" she remarked in a way that sounded sarcastic and matched a sly grin that belied the samurai's genuine praise.

D3 was making sure the man didn't fold after drinking the stuff and when he asked for the cost of the bottle she held up the pad she was using to write, so he could read her newest entry "Without the signing of the proper waiver you can purchase the whole Bottle for one thousand.. with a proper Waiver signed we can sell it for two hundred fifty" she gave him a thumbs up, it was pricy yes but it was high quality stuff made specifically for Augmented people to enjoy so it had a bit more bone with it then normal drinks would have and she waved over to her fellow bar worker as she helped the man. glad to see she seemed to be enjoying the shift.

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Milsha bowed her head as the woman took her order and she waited patiently, looking over the other people in the bar, a serpent race slithered in and had gone to the bar to order, and she tilted her head a bit to the side as they seemed to be in a flight suit of sorts, she simply listened in for the time being before her meal was brought to her "Milsha Thanks you, she will enjoy her meal" she said to the server "and thank you for the compliment, Milsha bought it to better speak but it does look nice" she bowed her head once more as she started to eat slowly still listening to the other patrons

"Seems like everyone and their mother has someone else to talk to...am I off-putting?"

Leonard sighed as he nursed his drink, starting to think that maybe this wasn't the place he was supposed to be. His stomach lurched after his eyes landed on someone wolfing a 'Nepleslian Naptime' and then on a random pair of utensils.

He noticed how some of them very quite sharp or at least quite sharp in his opinion, more suited to stabbing someone than cutting food. "Are knives in the empire this sharp or just in here? I'm more partial to the blunt ones" He said loud enough to be heard but to no one in particular.

Neviss slithered her way up to the entrance of The Thirst Trap. Even before she entered the establishment she was getting a fair amount of glances, stares, and whispers her way. She simply shot them back a glance as if to say "Mind your own business", before entering the bar. The large anthropomorphic eel had to duck slightly so as not to smack the bony fin atop her head on the doorframe.

The large Anthro gazed around the interior as her lengthy frame glided slowly towards the bar. Almost sheepishly, she navigated her way over to one of the bar's larger booths, and curled as much of her crimson tail as she could beneath the table, with some spilling out onto the chair next to her. Neviss sighed, and reclined back into the booth, patiently waiting for a waiter or waitress to make their way over.

She did took note of the other serpentine patron in the bomber jacket, thankful she wasn't the only non-human patron present. After which she fished into a bag on her hip, and withdrew a small PDA, where she began to scroll through personal messages and mail while she waited.

DARA

Dara squealed excitedly when she saw a very unique customer enter the bar. "I got this one!" she called out to the other bartenders. Very quickly on her notepad she wrote a note in Yamtaigo for D3. "This one's ordered the Nepleslian Naptime, hasn't specified how he raw he wants the meet yet. Be right back." She ripped the piece of paper out and slipped the note in front of the helpful little creature before zipping off to the new arrival. "Hi sugar, what can I get for ya?" she said cheerfully as she came sliding to a stop next to Neviss' booth.

ANNA

Anna's eyes widened as a wave of deja'vu crashed over her. It had been years since she heard those words, "I'm more partial to the blunt ones." Swiftly she ripped her gaze in the direction that those words came from. "You?!" she said loudly in a mildly confused tone. "Leonard?!" she blurted out almost as if questioning her own sanity. Anna went to him and eyed him curiously, "Yep you're the blunt one alright." she said with a chuckle before hopping up in the seat next to him. "Your most blunt knife and two beers please!" she asked the bartender. "Where the hell have you been you ol goof?!" she uttered with a lighthearted tone.

Neviss had barely even begun reading through her mail by the time Dara had made her way over to the Anthro. The oni's sudden arrival startled the eel, her four eyes shooting wide, and her tail reflexively curled tightly around the base of the booth's table. "Damn, this place is quick, huh?" She said, relaxing back into the booth and placing her PDA down for a moment. "Well, I hope you got some real strong liquor, cuz it takes a lot to get this body sloshed." She said with a bit of a chuckle. She'd had this body for five years now, but it still felt brand new to her at times.

"Hope they're paying you well enough here to be darting around like that."

A thousand for a bottle, but a 75% discount if he signed a waiver? Devias hadn't been around society much, but it sounded like a great deal. "Very well. May I see the waiver?" he asked D3. He wasn't ready to sign yet, as he had to make sure nothing was hidden in the details. There had to be a catch, right?

But either way, this would cut into the budget, but it'll fill the reservoir after a little processing until there was a more suitable substance. For now, he could stay here, get his bearings, watch the people while he drained the bottle before moving on.

And while waiting for the ever diligent server that had been attending him, he reached into his breast pocket to pick out a generic-looking KS card, one typically picked up from a mall rather than being issued.

"That voice, could it be..."

He slowly turned around, appraising the relatively short woman's face. Her voice and the way she spoke to him jogged something in his memory, from a time when his life was mostly ordinary and he was still in school, maybe.... "A complete stranger knows my name? How peculiar, unless you happen to go by the name of Anna" His dominant hand rested under his line less coat, on the handle of his weapon, if there was a hit called on him then he was sure it was still active even a year after he left Nepleslia. The question of whether any hitman would risk going through with the hit while still within star empire territories, instead of waiting to take their shot in free space, was one he couldn't answer and it greatly bothered him.

The thought of more alcohol was nice and any excuse to engage with someone instead of sitting on his own doubly so, although he had never quite tested his limits when it came to binge drinking, maybe this would happen today or maybe he'd get to duke it out with his would-be assassin. "What else do you know about me?"

D3

D3 nodded and gave a thumbs up to Dara when she mentioned the burger cooking, before she looked over to Devias when he asked about the waiver, she slipped the purchase waiver over for him to read as she scooted over to the cooktop to tend tot he food being ordered making sure to keep the one burger moving so it would cook slower for the customer that asked for a rare burger till they decided how rare they wanted, or until it was going to be on the grill to long to stay in the rare zone.

The Waiver meanwhile read like a laundry list of acceptances of risk and possible side effects if one was lying to imbibe the drink, ranging from waking up in a situation in one of the for rent bedrooms above the bar that the imbiber doesn't remember, to possible hospital stays or Need of new body or augmetics, releasing the Thirst trap of any liability for things such as unexpected pregnancies/parasites, injuries, marriages/divorces, Business mergers or hostile take overs, Possible blackmail material, Guilt trips, or psychological torment. and written on the very bottom in fine print was a contractual obligation to return to the Thirst trap for no less then ten visits and making 'use' of one of their rent bed rooms at least two times and spending no less then fifty credits per visit on food drink or possible 'entertainments' if available.

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Milsha

Milsha happily took another bite of the burger, though the fact someone had been watching her take a bite and they seemed to shudder afterwords made her a bit curious, she wanted to enjoy the food first and observe more before trying to do any other interactions with the people here, not to mention most were at the bar where she wouldn't have much space to maneuver due to her body size and layout, maybe she could try calling someone over to her table to talk? she thought to herself as she continued to enjoy the burger and tried a bit of the fires as well. Her antenna gently twitching as she kept an eye on things going on around her.

Yeoman Sergeant Jacob Morris cracked his neck as he stepped off the train, bag in hand as he adjusted the combat shield on his back: seemed like they never had been enough room on those skirt trains. Wishing not for the first he'd found a room to offload his kit after his "special assignment", or was still stuck with refugees that he'd been babysitting as they were transferred to another ship, though the norian security personnel he'd been relieved by promised they'd be safe when they reached Tsenlan.

The big man had been less than pleased about being shuffled from one front to another only to be put on what amounted to glorified guard duty, but it was what it was. Maybe he'd get sent back to the cohort attached to the 5st XF. Looking around the street and after spotting the bar across the street, he sighed-it was the usual Nep inspired thing-all gaudy lights, whatever the hell likely passed for music, and chances are they had swill instead of good ale...still a drink sounded good right about now. Adjusting his gear, he reminded himself of the rules of the truce before pushing the door open-hopefully the owner had Valhallan patrons before-if not this was going to be one awkward beer.

He paid the patrons no mind as they stated at him-a yeoman in full gear would likely draw more than a few eyes-as he approached the bar. Nodding to the barkeep as he took his helmet off. "Er, ma'am," His gravelly voice, with a hint of the Valhallan accent coloring his trade, sounded unsure, "Not sure how many of us you've had in here, but supposed to speak with you according to the tradition of what we call the Aletruce if you show up so armed as I am." The big man thought he heard someone laugh, but ignored it as he continued, "Declare weapons and such." He wanted to order something, but tradition had to be observed, if he didn't end up making a fool of himself before then.