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Don't be unkind. This is a (hopefully) fun environment
Use asterisks for OOC stuff. For example, *Hey, how's life*
This is intended to be a sci-fi/dystopian/cyberpunk 'tavern', do what you like but try to keep to that if possible. Anything goes, character-wise, as long as it vaguely fits with this. There are plenty of other taverns to play Bugbear Sorcerers.
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It's the year 2111, and a malevolent AI has taken over what used to be the United States. Humanity has been rounded up and captured, save for a few last outposts. Such as Nordern Station, an offshore dock now home to a bustling community of cyber-pirates, technicians, scavengers, and the like. It's also home to The Warehouse.
Once an actual warehouse before the AI apocalypse, The Warehouse is the hottest new venue to get together over a few rounds of neon-coloured drinks. The music's great, the atmosphere is buzzing, the sun is slowly beginning to sink below the horizon. The bartender is a muscular woman wearing what appears to be an old military uniform.
'The Markell Thrasher? The one whose gig on the Liberty almost caused a riot? (The Liberty is a pirate ship) Cause if so, we'd love to have you. Wanna free drink?'
Different groups of very different-looking people are clustered around the Warehouse. There are crews from the ships, distinguishably by their cybernetic modifications and garish clothes, there are a bunch of techies working on some sort of device, and a couple of scavengers showing each other their finds.
'Sure' She starts mixing a Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. It's a pleasant orange colour. 'Nice to see someone who actually wants something different. Most people here just want Lemon Atomic. Makes me money, but I'm sick of the sight of the stuff. And the artificial lemon smell.'
Once she has mixed it, she brings it into the back room to him.
'Wow' she says. 'I can see how that might have caused a riot. Yeah, you're much better than the last band, The Psychotic Potatoes. They will be sorely missed...' A strange look comes over her face. 'Anyway... you new to Nordern Station?'
'It's a good place to start off, I guess, but we all feel the pull of the open sea at times. Me, I spent a few years working for the Bayside Company, a group of freedom fighters. But the Bayside's no place to raise kids'. At that point, a little girl, her daughter, walks into the room 'Mom! Caleb's being a pain again!' Caleb, the son, cries down the stairs 'It wasn't me!'
The bartender goes off to deal with the kids, and then returns, a weary look on her face
'You get used to it- I think. And siblings, yeah, they can be ... irritating. My brother works on the Coral Prince as a chef. Whenever we meet up he's always going on about his 'great adventurers', assuming just because I live on land that I'd be jealous.'
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It's the year 2111, and a malevolent AI has taken over what used to be the United States. Humanity has been rounded up and captured, save for a few last outposts. Such as Nordern Station, an offshore dock now home to a bustling community of cyber-pirates, technicians, scavengers, and the like. It's also home to The Warehouse.
Once an actual warehouse before the AI apocalypse, The Warehouse is the hottest new venue to get together over a few rounds of neon-coloured drinks. The music's great, the atmosphere is buzzing, the sun is slowly beginning to sink below the horizon. The bartender is a muscular woman wearing what appears to be an old military uniform.
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'The Markell Thrasher? The one whose gig on the Liberty almost caused a riot? (The Liberty is a pirate ship) Cause if so, we'd love to have you. Wanna free drink?'
Different groups of very different-looking people are clustered around the Warehouse. There are crews from the ships, distinguishably by their cybernetic modifications and garish clothes, there are a bunch of techies working on some sort of device, and a couple of scavengers showing each other their finds.
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'Sure' She starts mixing a Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey. It's a pleasant orange colour. 'Nice to see someone who actually wants something different. Most people here just want Lemon Atomic. Makes me money, but I'm sick of the sight of the stuff. And the artificial lemon smell.'
Once she has mixed it, she brings it into the back room to him.
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'Wow' she says. 'I can see how that might have caused a riot. Yeah, you're much better than the last band, The Psychotic Potatoes. They will be sorely missed...' A strange look comes over her face. 'Anyway... you new to Nordern Station?'
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'It's a good place to start off, I guess, but we all feel the pull of the open sea at times. Me, I spent a few years working for the Bayside Company, a group of freedom fighters. But the Bayside's no place to raise kids'. At that point, a little girl, her daughter, walks into the room 'Mom! Caleb's being a pain again!' Caleb, the son, cries down the stairs 'It wasn't me!'
The bartender goes off to deal with the kids, and then returns, a weary look on her face
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'You get used to it- I think. And siblings, yeah, they can be ... irritating. My brother works on the Coral Prince as a chef. Whenever we meet up he's always going on about his 'great adventurers', assuming just because I live on land that I'd be jealous.'
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*lookz real fun, I might be able to join :)*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*You'd be very welcome to*
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*Yay, you made a Tavern! I'll join when I get a character idea, but might not be able to today*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Yay I did! How're you?*
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'Infamous? Will I have... heard of him?'
*If your character is in a band to I need to provide NPC musicians?*
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'The Necro-Constructs? Are they that bunch of brainwashed cyborgs looking to convert others to their cause, or are they those other guys?'
*I will, gotta go have dinner now*
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