Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Sigma Castell]

"Excellent choice."
I retrieve a shaker and a martini glass from my Barventory and place them on the counter. Reaching behind me, I grab the Vermouth and the Vodka from the rack. I pop the caps and pour them into the shaker. I add a dash of Blue Curacao and a teaspoon full of lemon juice.
I flip the shaker around a few times, tossing it in the air and removing the top at the same time. The bright blue alcohol lands perfectly in the martini glass.
"Here you go, Trilby."
I push it across the bar.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I take the martini and start to drink it.
"Mm. So, why are you working in a bar? And what's Woon talking about?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I place the glass I was cleaning on the counter and pick up another one.
"Well, seeing as Sgt. Asshat crushed my dreams of Law Enforcment, and Kentucky Fried Space Chicken turned out to be a XenoBrothel, I thought I might as well put my photographic knowledge of every drink in the multiverse to good use. And Woon asked me to work here. Dunno why, Joe seems like an alright kinda guy. For a seven-foot tall space Lobster."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I respawn because I can't think of a reason. I go and sit in the cockpit of the ship. Unfortunately I don't have the keys, so I just pretend I'm flying it.
"Vroom, meep meep."
[Guess who's back from his little mini holiday trip thingy.]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Sorry about you getting arrested and all that. Then again, I did blow the police station up, so really you were safer here."
I drink some more bluetini.
"Wonder what Woon is up to..."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"It's cool man. I think David's on the roof somewhere."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"No, that's Maurice the Space Cowboy."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I frown.
"I thought I told him he had to take his orgies somehwere else..,scuse me a sec."
I grab the Shotgun from under the bar and step onto the teleporter.
With a flash, I arrive on the roof. I fire the shotgun into the air.
"HEY! MAURICE! TAKE THOSE SLUGS SOMEWHERE ELSE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TAKES TO GET THAT SLIME OFF THE WINDOWS?!"
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I step off the telepad and back into the bar.
"Stupid goddamn perverted Space Cowboys" I grumble.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Maurice is weird. He was hanging around the police station earlier, being all space-cowboy-ish and shit. Then he dropped a load of electronics around and threatened me. Actually, be right back."
I down the bluetini, hop the bar and step onto the teleporter. Before me is SpaceCowboy!Woon.
"HAAAAAAAA-ANGER!!!!!!!!"
I roundhouse kick Woon in the head, knocking him off the building. I teleport back down and return to my seat. Woon slams into the concrete behind me.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I explore the ship.
"Guys? Where are you asshats?"
...
"I am going to touch, EVERYTHING!" I run around poking stuff.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"...Zombie's touching all of our stuff isn't he?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Probably. TO THE SPACE SHIP!"
I close my book, smash a bottle of whiskey over Sigma's head and ram my Wand of Azathoth-Smithe into my eye.
I respawn at the corvette.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I slowly die on the floor due to massive cranial trauma.
It takes about three hours.
I respawn at the bar.
"YO JOE IMMA BE BACK IN 5, GOTTA CHECK ON THE SPACESHIP" I leave on a note.
I join Trilby at the Corvette.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I open the Corvette door and draw a handgun and a sword.
"ZOMBIE! ARE YOU GOING ON A THING-TOUCHING SPREE?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"...UH. NO." I stop poking the giant statue.
"Why do we have a giant statue of Leonard Nimoy, except he's wearing a frock."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"It was a birthday present from Khane"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I shrug.
"I assume it's Xot's. That bastard is freakier than a demon-puppy on meth."
I look around.
"Where is Xot anyway?"

 

[Captain Anon]

i pick myself up "that does it" i pull out a pistol and shoot trilby in the head "aaannnd back to business" i say before i disappearing and following sigma from the high ground

 

[ShindoL Shill]

In a remarkable display of luck and skill, Woon's bullet flies down the streets, ricocheting perfectly to reach the Corvette.
The bullet hits the floor outside the ship because of gravity.

 

[Saltarius]

I walk down to this...Joe's and step inside. I tip my hat and take a seat, awaiting someone to take my order.