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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 26, 2012 19:43:34 GMT -5
When you know your vehicle as well as she does, it's not insanity, it's skill. Onlookers and passengers may disagree, but none of them will get hurt as long as they don't do anything stupid.
She pulls up in front of the bar and secures her motorcycle. Then she gives the bar a once-over. From the outside, it looks like a dive with random tiki idols sitting in the windows. A dimly-flickering 'Open' sign is the only hint the place actually is open.
She pushes open the doors- and stops.
The far wall is covered in fish tanks, softly lit, casting waving blue light across the floor. Tropical fish swirl and flicker. The left wall has a massive tiki idol embedded in the wall, and a small volcano oozing smoke and lava. The red light of the lava and the blue light of the fishtanks are the only lights in the dive, except for a few eerie computer screens at the actual bar.
Surfboards, painted shields, shells, beach glass, and fish decorate the walls. The furniture seems to be made out of woven rattan and bamboo. Booths line the wall to the right, and the bar sits in the middle of the dive, enclosed in its own little hut.
A waiter in a ratty grass skirt and faded lei carries a tray full of softly smoking drinks to a table.
"Ooh." She looks enchanted.
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 27, 2012 20:37:23 GMT -5
Muzzle had not actually been to this bar before. He just makes it a policy to know where all the bars are, in case he needs to get thrown out of one. He is unpleasantly surprised.
"It's like tacky threw up after an all-night binge of kitsch and got it all over the cheap," he mutters incredulously. Whatever. Hopefully they have something strong enough to at least make it past his implants.
Meanwhile, Nightbeat drives up and parks outside.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 27, 2012 20:53:12 GMT -5
"I want one of those," she says, pointing at the volcano. "I could do some epic barbecue."
So saying, she wanders off to a booth, slides in, and grabs a drinks menu. It doesn't hold her interest for long. Instead, she looks expectantly at Muzzle.
When the waiter shows up, she hands him the drink menu. "Get me whatever's at the top and work your way down. Let's see how far I get, yeah?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 3, 2012 11:37:24 GMT -5
Muzzle shakes his head and chuckles as Petunia makes her comment about the volcano. She may not know art, but at least she knows what she likes.
He slides into the booth across from her and also looks at the drinks menu. Oh gog. They have little umbrellas in them.
"I'll have what she's having," he tells the waiter.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 15:19:36 GMT -5
Petunia leans forward on her elbows. "Since you're the only person I've met who knows the answer... Who am I?"
She's been in the dark since she woke up two days ago. The hunger to know gnaws at her mind; who is she, where has she come from, why is she here?
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 3, 2012 19:16:30 GMT -5
Muzzle slumps back in his seat, absentmindedly taking off his fedora and putting it on the table. He doesn't know why humans don't dress like this anymore.
"Pee, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. But I can tell that you're you, so odds are it'll come to you in time," he says with a sigh. Then he gives a crooked smile. "Cryptic enough for you?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 22:14:48 GMT -5
"Time is never on our side1." Petunia presses her palms over her eyes for a moment. "I woke up a stranger, Muzzle. No friends, no family, no husbands or wives. Just that hospital stink and pale yellow walls."
The waiter arrives with their drinks. They have little umbrellas and they're oozing smoke.
Petunia pours it down her throat. "Next."
1. "The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime", Die So Fluid
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 4, 2012 18:06:40 GMT -5
Muzzle tosses away the little umbrella. If this goes on for much longer, there's going to be a pile of little umbrellas next to the napkin dispenser and the salt shaker.
The drink is at least oozing smoke, so maybe it has some heavy metal content? Muzzle clings to the faint hope, even as he knows it to be false. He downs the drink and sighs, disappointed.
Then he motions the waiter to bring him another.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 4, 2012 23:02:08 GMT -5
"So, if you won't answer that, maybe you'll answer this: how do I know you?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 5, 2012 21:13:38 GMT -5
"We're friends. We used to work together," Muzzle responds, face not betraying any hint of emotion. 'I'm the head of a guy you used to maybe have a thing with' is just weird taken out of context.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 7, 2012 19:50:32 GMT -5
Petunia nods, filing that away. Nothing he says rings any bells for her; she almost feels like she knows his car better than him.
Brains are weird. Head trauma makes them weirder.
The waiter arrives with more drinks. These look like some variation on the concept of daiquiri. Petunia eats the cherry, then happily drinks hers. "What sort of cases did we work on?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 7, 2012 22:26:45 GMT -5
Muzzle downs the cherry along with the drink, including the stem and the stone, if those are included. Nightbeat's player knows very little about mixed drinks.
"It's complicated," he hedges. "We never actually worked on any cases together, but we worked for the same organization." He rubs the back of his head, dislodging a few stray flakes of mercury-laden dandruff. "Two seperate divisions, though."
All this telling the truth while leaving out the most important facts is tiresome. Muzzle may start lying soon.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 8, 2012 0:11:22 GMT -5
Petunia frowns down at her daiquiri. 'Organization'? She knows she was a cop before. It's written in her bones, like her motorcycle is in her blood. Did cops do organizations? She's not so sure about that. "What city?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 9, 2012 9:56:58 GMT -5
"No particular city. We were a traveling outfit, settling down in one place for a while and hopefully leaving the world a little better than we found it, and then picking up stakes and moving on to the next place. Kind of like a circus, only with fewer exotic animals and more clowns." Muzzle is very proud of himself for coming up with this.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 12:08:54 GMT -5
"... So we're superheroes?"
Petunia finishes off her daiquiri and sets it aside. The waiter comes along shortly to take the class and set down a new drink.
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