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Post by erisred on Mar 24, 2017 14:01:16 GMT -5
Zeppelin it is! (For my part!) Yep, Zeppelin it is! Okay, let's check out a couple of bars, see if we can pick up rumors, have an encounter and/or find a patron. Then unless something keeps us here, head for Minerva.
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Post by flightcommander on Mar 25, 2017 1:00:23 GMT -5
"Grav Zepp!"
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Post by The Red Baron on Mar 25, 2017 10:31:07 GMT -5
All buildings and public transit are pressurized due to the thin atmosphere "Perhaps this explains the firearm ban," muses de Cloudforte, fondly patting his scabbard. What differentiates a grav zeppelin from a zeppelin?
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Post by makofan on Mar 27, 2017 9:48:47 GMT -5
A long time ago, people experimented with balloons and lighter than air, but found they needed so much gas to so little lift that they had developed what terrans know as zeppelins with huge gasbags and tiny cabins underneath. Once grav technology was developed, they went back to the days of nostalgia and now the large cigar-shaped bag is actually the hull and accommodation, and the 'gondola' underneath is the engine room and gravitics
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Post by makofan on Mar 27, 2017 10:08:46 GMT -5
You have three hours before the scheduled zeppelin trip. You purchase your tickets, then head for refreshment, nourishment and maybe some information. Three reasonable bar choices for your purposes are the Temple of Cosmopolitan Delight, the Most Exalted Establishment of Delicacies, and the Refreshing Haven of the Society for the Aid of Travellers
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Post by tetramorph on Mar 27, 2017 22:01:03 GMT -5
San wants to go to the Aid of Travellers. He asks who'd like to join him.
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Post by flightcommander on Mar 27, 2017 23:02:34 GMT -5
Not one to cavil about watering holes, Buzz agrees to San's suggestion.
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Post by makofan on Mar 28, 2017 8:34:02 GMT -5
As you attempt to enter the establishment, a pair of the leather-clad female feline guards step forward, flanked by a taller male dressed in top hat and tails. "Dreadfully sorry, chaps" he says in some strange dialect. "I hope it's not too bothersome to ask you for your membership credentials?"
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Post by tetramorph on Mar 28, 2017 8:41:37 GMT -5
As you attempt to enter the establishment, a pair of the leather-clad female feline guards step forward, flanked by a taller male dressed in top hat and tails. "Dreadfully sorry, chaps" he says in some strange dialect. "I hope it's not too bothersome to ask you for your membership credentials?" "So sorry, we were unaware this was a members only club. We are newly arrived humble guests to your planet, I am the captain of this gentle band and we are accompanied by honored nobility" [San gestures towards de Cloudforte and the Baronness (if she is still among us)] "I am sure we qualify for membership. How may we join your esteemed company?"
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Post by erisred on Mar 28, 2017 14:13:06 GMT -5
Bron is with the others outside the Aid of Travellers. If the group doesn't get in, he'll suggest heading over to the Temple of Cosmopolitan Delight.
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Post by makofan on Mar 29, 2017 7:20:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Red Baron on Apr 2, 2017 10:28:39 GMT -5
(OoC: they are asking for travellers' aid society membership card, yes?)
de Cloudforte makes a show of withdrawing a plain leather wallet stamped with the gilded heraldic lions in of his regiment from the satchel at his side. He proffers his membership card to the gaurds and demands entrance for "my esteemed exellence and the favored head officers aboard my renowned vessel".
If any attempt to deny the others entry is offered, he will go red in the face with mock anger and embarrasment, then huffily storm off muttering curses.
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Post by makofan on Apr 2, 2017 15:02:12 GMT -5
"Your card and your guests are both welcomed here, Captain". He steps aside and opens the doors for you. You enter a well-appointed but uncluttered room, with a spectacular panoramic view of the downport and the ocean. There is a bar with a few customers, and some tables set around various rooms with customers eating, drinking or just playing cards. Most of the clientele is well dressed, and there seem to be many regional variations of humans present, as well as feline natives and a table with two large what can only be described as lizard men
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Post by erisred on Apr 2, 2017 15:58:53 GMT -5
"Nice place!" Bron says with a low whistle, "I didn't know you had a membership in this exclusive club, and I wonder if they have a presence in every system with Class A and B star ports like back home. We should ask about that."
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Post by tetramorph on Apr 2, 2017 16:50:26 GMT -5
OOC: I have no idea exactly how to role play this. In real life these days you wouldn't just walk up to a table and start conversation with folks you don't know. But this is fantasy and space and I want to talk to the Lizards.
IC: San walks carefully but with the confidence of an experienced merchant over to the table with the two lizard men. "Pardon me and good day, my good travelers, the name's San Halo. I don't believe I've ever met your likes in all my journeys and as a man who likes to do business I'd like to extend my hand in greeting to you."
He puts out his hand (or whatever space people do) in formal but friendly greeting.
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Post by makofan on Apr 3, 2017 9:49:47 GMT -5
OOC: I have no idea exactly how to role play this. In real life these days you wouldn't just walk up to a table and start conversation with folks you don't know. But this is fantasy and space and I want to talk to the Lizards. IC: San walks carefully but with the confidence of an experienced merchant over to the table with the two lizard men. "Pardon me and good day, my good travelers, the name's San Halo. I don't believe I've ever met your likes in all my journeys and as a man who likes to do business I'd like to extend my hand in greeting to you." He puts out his hand (or whatever space people do) in formal but friendly greeting. tetramorph They probably are just as curious as you. They are, after all, Travellers. One of the two lizard men steps back, looks at your out-stretched hand for about ten seconds, flares some neck flaps, and then rumbles in a bass voice "A curious custom. You offer an unprotected limb to your foe to show your trust." He reaches a scaled hand forward pokes your hand, then withdraws it, pleased to have understood your custom. "I am Hnther, and this is my mate Ythrl. We are from Alphyxzane, about 7 parsecs coreward, and five merchant jumps away. We are enjoying a cruise of the sector, learning about the inhabitants and enjoying new sights and ideas. Does your ship run on a set schedule, or do you travel where and when you choose?"
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Post by The Red Baron on Apr 3, 2017 11:39:37 GMT -5
In a private club, especially with an expensive membership, it is not typically impolite or strange to approach strangers for a conversation.
Since the travellers aid society is an intergalactic organization, I would expect it follows these conventions regardless of any contradictory local customs.
This might be a good place to find passengers with a full purse!!!
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Post by erisred on Apr 3, 2017 12:55:13 GMT -5
Bron strolls over to the bar and asks for a good local beer. He'll chat with the bartender, telling him/her that he's Co-Captain on the Rim Runner which just arrived today. If he can get the bartender talking, he'll tell him/her that the group is making a trip to Minervia just to look around hoping the bartender will talk about the place. He'll also ask about the various patrons around the room: names, where they came from, anything useful.
OOC: Looking for "rumors" and "potential patrons."
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Post by flightcommander on Apr 4, 2017 0:53:44 GMT -5
Buzz joins Bron at the bar, but requests something more colorful and higher octane. He speaks into Bron's ear, "We take those Lizards on board, we're gonna need bigger bugs."
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Post by tetramorph on Apr 4, 2017 8:34:15 GMT -5
"Aside from our duties to our sponsoring company, we travel when and where we choose." "How has your cruise been so far? Relaxing? Informative?" "Oh, and may I buy you another round of drinks as a gesture of friendship?"
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Post by makofan on Apr 4, 2017 12:35:54 GMT -5
Buzz joins Bron at the bar, but requests something more colorful and higher octane. He speaks into Bron's ear, "We take those Lizards on board, we're gonna need bigger bugs." "It's 10 Cr for the Psi-Bomb if you wish to try the ultimate high." He passes over a datapad. "I just need you to sign this waiver"
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Post by makofan on Apr 4, 2017 13:27:11 GMT -5
Bron strolls over to the bar and asks for a good local beer. He'll chat with the bartender, telling him/her that he's Co-Captain on the Rim Runner which just arrived today. If he can get the bartender talking, he'll tell him/her that the group is making a trip to Minervia just to look around hoping the bartender will talk about the place. He'll also ask about the various patrons around the room: names, where they came from, anything useful. OOC: Looking for "rumors" and "potential patrons." Bron gets another orange beer like the one from the Blue Parrot - it seems to be the standard fare. He finds out that Minerva produces about one-third of the world's food, and was only conquered in the last century. The natives don't like outsiders, but like tourist dollars. There are rumored to be special enclaves in the vast deserts where people with super powers live, and the empire is trying to find these rumors true or false and stamp them out. But the real reason he thinks the empire wanted Minerva was for its hydrogen islands which were the main source of ingredients for the fusion power Atlantia developed He nods at a few people. "In the corner, that feline Atlantian there with the cutlass, he's rumored to be a secret service member. He goes by Lieutenant Race, which may be a courtesy title. He has his eye on the three Minervans acroos the aisle." You notice three human females, well heeled, stylishly dressed, and looking physically competent, discussing something. They look at you challengingly for a minute, then pass on. "The lizards are rich merchants on vacation, I think"
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Post by erisred on Apr 4, 2017 13:40:45 GMT -5
Buzz joins Bron at the bar, but requests something more colorful and higher octane. He speaks into Bron's ear, "We take those Lizards on board, we're gonna need bigger bugs." Bron chuckles, "Yeah, but they can't be worse than K'kree. Have you ever dealt with those radical, militant, herbivores?"
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Post by makofan on Apr 4, 2017 13:45:19 GMT -5
"Aside from our duties to our sponsoring company, we travel when and where we choose." "How has your cruise been so far? Relaxing? Informative?" "Oh, and may I buy you another round of drinks as a gesture of friendship?" When the drinks come, they flick out their forked tongues and suck the liquid up as though through a straw. "Travelling has not been as grand as we hoped for. We'll be heading back tomorrow. One starport is like another, and half the places are unfriendly. Atlantia has been nice though. Let us exchange data, and if you are ever on Alphyxzane we will share our den"
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Post by erisred on Apr 4, 2017 13:48:33 GMT -5
Bron gets another orange beer like the one from the Blue Parrot - it seems to be the standard fare. He finds out that Minerva produces about one-third of the world's food, and was only conquered in the last century. The natives don't like outsiders, but like tourist dollars. There are rumored to be special enclaves in the vast deserts where people with super powers live, and the empire is trying to find these rumors true or false and stamp them out. But the real reason he thinks the empire wanted Minerva was for its hydrogen islands which were the main source of ingredients for the fusion power Atlantia developed "Hydrogen Islands?" Bron raises his eyebrows, "That sounds interesting. Why are they called that? Do they have natural hydrogen coming out the ground, or something like that?" "Hum..." Bron nods, "Buzz, what about we send over another of whatever those three Minervans are drinking and see if we can strike up a conversation with them?" Bron says to the bartender, "Sending over another drink to the women isn't bad form here on Atlantia is it? As a new visitor, I don't want to make a false step."
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Post by tetramorph on Apr 4, 2017 20:06:26 GMT -5
"Aside from our duties to our sponsoring company, we travel when and where we choose." "How has your cruise been so far? Relaxing? Informative?" "Oh, and may I buy you another round of drinks as a gesture of friendship?" When the drinks come, they flick out their forked tongues and suck the liquid up as though through a straw. "Travelling has not been as grand as we hoped for. We'll be heading back tomorrow. One starport is like another, and half the places are unfriendly. Atlantia has been nice though. Let us exchange data, and if you are ever on Alphyxzane we will share our den" San gladly exchanges data. "That's a kind offer, I hope I can take you up on it someday. You wouldn't happen to be involved in any particular line of business, would you?"
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Post by makofan on Apr 5, 2017 12:39:06 GMT -5
When the drinks come, they flick out their forked tongues and suck the liquid up as though through a straw. "Travelling has not been as grand as we hoped for. We'll be heading back tomorrow. One starport is like another, and half the places are unfriendly. Atlantia has been nice though. Let us exchange data, and if you are ever on Alphyxzane we will share our den" San gladly exchanges data. "That's a kind offer, I hope I can take you up on it someday. You wouldn't happen to be involved in any particular line of business, would you?" They own the Alpha-Beta shipping line, which carries mail. passengers and goods between the two worlds
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Post by makofan on Apr 5, 2017 12:40:18 GMT -5
Bron gets another orange beer like the one from the Blue Parrot - it seems to be the standard fare. He finds out that Minerva produces about one-third of the world's food, and was only conquered in the last century. The natives don't like outsiders, but like tourist dollars. There are rumored to be special enclaves in the vast deserts where people with super powers live, and the empire is trying to find these rumors true or false and stamp them out. But the real reason he thinks the empire wanted Minerva was for its hydrogen islands which were the main source of ingredients for the fusion power Atlantia developed "Hydrogen Islands?" Bron raises his eyebrows, "That sounds interesting. Why are they called that? Do they have natural hydrogen coming out the ground, or something like that?" All the volcanic activity on that island chain provides copious amounts of hydrogen
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Post by makofan on Apr 5, 2017 12:42:35 GMT -5
"Minervans are fine. Be careful with the native Atlantians, you may find yourself married or in a duel to the death"
Drinks are delivered to the ladies, who look at first annoyed, then speculative. They make room at the table if you are interested.
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Post by erisred on Apr 5, 2017 13:44:08 GMT -5
"Minervans are fine. Be careful with the native Atlantians, you may find yourself married or in a duel to the death" Drinks are delivered to the ladies, who look at first annoyed, then speculative. They make room at the table if you are interested. Bron smiles at the women and says quietly to Buzz continuing to smile, "Let's go make the acquaintance of our first Minervians, eh?" He walks over to the Minervan's table and says, "Hello, ladies. My name's Bronson Han, just arrived on your fine planet for the first time. Do you happen to be locals?"
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