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GM: Whiskey Slim
Players: Alice, Dalton, Vera, Mora, Kaya and Whiskey Slim
Synopsis: Alice knocked Dalton on his ass and then Dalton messes with Alice’s head to get her to stop being in a relationship with Whiskey Slims’ totem. Vera, Mora, and Kaya all react to the strangeness of this in their own way.
Date: 5/27/2071
The lights in Chrome flash along with the hard base beat pounding music. It would appear that there may have been some sort of confrontation going on. But who really knows in this place, Whiskey watches from the door as he checks his gear, yeah right like he has gear to check. Whiskey sees Alice and Dalton defiantly two people that he knows and waves at them before realizing that they can’t see him through the door. *What does two doing Coyote…me no so sure dat is flirtin…ok well ju go gets us a booth an me will go get Alice…cause ju is sneaker dat why…dat mean to jus toss people out a booth…wha ju mean why do ju keep a troll round for…*
Vera chuckles. "No, I suppose you haven't," she replies, having helped the man to his feet with a quick strain and a little effort. She offers a handkerchief. "I'll admit I was simply excited to see if your bung would spout claret. But then I was in the position of not being able to leave you to your disgrace." She offers a smile to the Irish elf, and lifts an eyebrow in the direction of the new, quite painted arrival.
Alice laughs a little bit as if she herself were some kind of recording of the Great Milenko track. She stops a few yards away, not needing to be close to hear everyone and their conversations, much less see, not with the mods that she has all throughout her head. "Awl, did the little bitchy bitch fall down and go boom?” “Serves him right." She guffaws again and seems to not really be very nice about the whole ordeal. "The perfect man fucked up. Can't believe it!" but it is more directed toward Dalton personally. Alice shimmies a bit and then winks to all the ladies that are close by before turning one foot away as if to jiggle away from them and get into the thick of the dancing herself. For some reason, seems like Alice is a bit of a JERK.
Dalton smiles faintly at all the attention he seems to be getting, and accepts the handkerchief to dab at his wounded nose. "I thank you ladies for your assistance in my colossal blunder. I do think though I need medication now, something with alcohol." He glances over at Alice, and smiles at her, suddenly he is covered by a black cloak and hood. It vanishes after an instant…..but…..what happened?
"Duch courage, and Irish medicine," Vera coolly teases, sneaking another puff of that admittedly fine cigar before offering it back to Kaya as she completes her dancing evolutions. "It was lovely. Haven't had a proper cigar in ages. Might a cheap drink make a nice thank-you?" she asks.
Mora gives a polite nod to the male "go ahead and keep it." she says and looks to Vera "Its now called nOg medicine." The Irish night one elf says with a playful wink before she goes to her table.
Vera gives a chuckle. "You think you're going to get me to change names?" she asks, with a teasing smile. "I still say I'm surrounded by colonials."
Alice rolls her dark red eyes after Dalton's magical display, but when they stop doing that, they land right on him with a narrowed gaze before the lady snuffs softly and then heads past someone to attempt mingling with the crowd in hopes of busting up some of the LoS he might have. Then, she goes to try to show the boy how it is done, attempting to really get down with the first person she finds out there willing to dance. "Let's cut this rug the fuck up!"
Head hung low Whiskey enters the bar he shakes his head little snowflakes spraying off him to melt where ever they land. He flexes his fingers to get the blood moving in them and then blows on them. He straightens up and starts unbuttoning his coat flicking it to cause more snow to fall off him before it melts, then starts moving towards the bar.
Alice found WHISKEY! And she grabs his hand! "LET’S DO IT!"
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Dancing for "Get da fuk down!":
1 1 1 2 3 4
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Dancing for "Get da fuk down! KP1 cause that last one sucked!":
1 1 1 2 4 10
Dalton nods to all the ladies around him, ignores Alice, and starts towards a booth to have a seat. Once settled down in his booth he orders a beer from the barbot.
Dalton walks off the dance floor
Dalton sits down at booth 1 (Place #3)
Alice walks out on to the dance floor (Place #1)
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Athletics for "cause it is the closest thing to dancing he has":
1 3 5 7
«OOC» Alice says, "Pretty awesome!"
Mora sits down at booth 2 (Place #4)
From afar, to (Dalton, Whiskey Slim): Alice is prolly going to ask Mica in a whisper to assense her and see if anything was cast on Alice herself. :P
To (Dalton, Whiskey Slim), Alice pages: But only after they get out there dancing, like in The Bodyguard.
To (Dalton, Whiskey Slim), Alice pages: Any astral sigs on Alicia? :P
To (Alice, Whiskey Slim), Dalton pages: You’re clear :)
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "assense stuff cause he is like that":
1 2 3 3 5 5 5 7 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Aura Reading vs TN 4 for "comp dice":
3 3 4 = 1 Success
Once Alice has Whiskey out on the floor with her, she begins to whisper to him up close and personal about something, looking up at him while keeping her hands holding his bigger ones, doing so tightly so they don't slip off his much larger fingers. :P
Dalton fades back into the background now that the dance floor show has slowed down a bit. He sips his beer quietly while keeping an eye out for anything that Alice might do to him.
Whiskey spins Alice around like a ballerina, watching the two of them is like seeing an adult dancing with a kid since she is almost half his size. He smiles and kind of dances in some sort of combination of native bouncing like dance and trying not to run into or step on anyone. Then he picks Alice up and spins her around so he can whisper to her.
Mora is watching people dancing on the floor, but she punches in a drink order and waits for the bot to deliver her drink.
You paged Alice with 'Who is ju a worried is castin spells on ju?"'.
Alice makes airplane arms out her sides while being picked up and then even probably makes the sounds, but it is hard to tell, due to the thickness of music that probably overlays everything, something very techno with many flashing lights and a beat that reverbs through the floor with the ultra awesome sound system that this place has. She then whispers back!
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Vera (#11342) rolls Athletics:
1 2 2 3
Alice pages: That Dalton fag. Ever we had an argument about Coyote, he considered me insane and decided that he would just be mean to me all the time. I dished out a little hate laughing at him falling on his ass. He then did his silly shaman mask bit and I wanted to make sure he didn't fuck me up!
Vera settles into some relatively bad dancing, now, her earlier shot of synthetic cognac bubbling up delightfully to her head. It's…not as if she's attempting anything particularly difficult, though, so she doesn't quite knock into other people so much as just be only sort of anywhere close to the rhythm. She pulls back a bit as a crowd ring forms around Whiskey and Alice, quite impressed with the competent display.
Alice finally realizes that people are opening dance floor for them, and so she stops whispering to Mica and then grins to him before saying aloud, "Throw me, catch me!" Yeah, she's a big show off! She catches a glimpse of Vera and then waves briefly before getting ready by putting her hands down lightly on the shoulders of Whiskey Slim!
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Athletics for "Throwing Alice up into the air and catching her":
1 1 1 3
«OOC» Alice says, "LOOL"
Dalton watches the scene on the dance floor, mentally calculating how best to do something petty and vindictive to Alice, he has no clue why, it’s just one of those things, sometimes you meet someone that just makes you want to kill them over and over repeatedly.
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "O.O"
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Whiskey Slim (#6879) rolls Athletics for "Throwing Alice up into the air and catching her 1kp":
2 3 3 5
«OOC» Alice says, "good enough!"
«OOC» Vera says, "No! Go with the drop! :D"
«OOC» Mora says, "Sorry have to poof"
Mora goes home.
Mora has left.
«OOC» Vera says, "Boo on KP."
Alice is ready just in case she has to soak the floor, but is lucky that she has been nabbed just before, and thus is spinning away from Whiskey Slim before latching onto his hand with one of her own outstretched and then spinning back toward him, ending up with her back to him, offering her other free hand toward his empty hand!
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Dancing for "Dance Moves.":
1 3 3 4 5 9
Kaya got a new drink and watched quietly giving Vera a cheers with her glass. There certainly were a lot of different colors on the dance floor and she was entertained to say the least.
Dalton sips his beer quietly, and pretty much does little else but think to himself.
«OOC» Dalton says, "I couldn’t decide if I wanted to trip you, or make an illusion of coyote"
«OOC» Alice says, "How would you even know how coyote appears to look to Alice? :P"
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "DO IT"
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "IT WILL BE FUNNY"
«OOC» Alice says, "lawl yes!"
«OOC» Vera says, "I hope it wasn't me…"
«OOC» Dalton says, "I don’t Alice, thats why I'm not sure about that one"
«OOC» Dalton says, "It could be good, it could do nothing but look stupid"
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "do it do it make a coyote"
«OOC» Vera grins, and wonders if we should reform a scene, somehow, or melt away? :)
«OOC» Alice says, "Yeah, do a coyote, even if it doesn't catch Alice properly, it might catch someone else. :D"
«OOC» Whiskey Slim says, "Coyote is a shifter he can look like anything"
«OOC» Alice says, "that tis true. :p"
In an empty booth, but within clear sight of Dalton. Something shimmers into existence. It’s a coyote, sitting at the booth, with a beer on the table in front of it. No, it’s not a cartoon coyote, it looks like a real animal, with, well, just a beer sitting in front of it. It’s not trying to drink it or anything. It’s just sitting there.
Vera continues to watch the rather awesome display, turning around after a few moments more to head for the nearest barbot, where she gets two more drinks of iced, cognac-flavored synthahol. Not exactly the finest of spirits. She takes relatively full slip from one of the plastic immediately-formed snifters.
Kaya was surprised to see an animal, a coyote at that. 'A Spirit?' She thought.
Dalton takes a sip of his beer, and appears distracted, trying not to look right at the booth with the Coyote.
Whiskey seeing that Coyote has finally gotten them a booth point towards the booth "look Alice coyote get booth" Then stops dancing and starts moving through the crowd with Alice in tow if she follows him he slides into the booth *Coyote ju get me beer too…ju is awesome* Whiskey reaches for the beer…
Dalton pages: The beer is real, my ally spirit ordered it
Alice blushes a bit and looks down some when they see Coyote over there, and she says softly, "Well…" but her hand is not letting go of Slim so she is following him over there. She slides into the booth next to Slim and then looks over toward the Coyote illusion as if she were rather shy. Maybe, like a girl that feels guilty and is seeing their ex boyfriend again. Who knows! "Hey…" Alice says!
The Coyote watches the two of you, and its mouth opens in something of a grin with his tongue lolling out the side, then it closes, and a voice speaks, it’s faint, and quiet. "He really likes you, a lot."
Vera follows the couple over, but, gleam of recognition in her eye, she figures she'll be at least polite. That's when she spots a coyote. In a club. Wait, this is the American West, is it not? Ghost cowboys and skeleton Indians?
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Vera (#11342) rolls Willpower for "Not to scream!":
1 2 3 4 5
Vera manages not to holler 'COYOTE IN THE CLUB' but doesn't quite suppress an audible gasp, and Slim and Alice are sitting across from it as if it were just a normal day.
Dalton listens through his ally spirit hiding under Whiskeys booth in mouse form, and watches from his spot in his booth across the way. Essentially spying and manipulating events like a puppet master! Muahaha!
*of course me like beer Coyote, Why ju haf tell beer me like it* Whiskey grabs the beer and drinks it down in one big gulp. Then sets the beer down and wipes his mouth. *Dat was good beer, not dat cheap beer ju usually con out of barkeep* Whiskey orders another beer and looks at Alice "Ju wan drink? Me got da good stuff." he says as he uses his pinky to activate the bar bot. "Stupid little buttons" Whiskey mumbles at the barbot.
Alice looks to the beer and then makes an eww face. Apparently, she is not a fan of alcohol even though it is served here. At being offered one, Alice goes wide eyed and then shakes her head and raises her gloved hands and waves them in rejection. "No, no thank you." Looking back over toward Coyote, she raises an eyebrow slightly, "Oh yeah? Yeah. Look, I'm sorry… I know I don't feel the same way anymore. I… after TJ talked shit… maybe that kid who does magic totally fucked my brains up, but I just… we're over. I'm sorry!" Alice gets teary eyed!
The Coyote speaks again in the quiet almost whispering voice. "You don't have to be sorry, it’s much better to have a relationship with someone on a much similar plane of existence. Like I said, Whiskey likes you a lot. He has spent weeks trying to figure out how to get your attention."
Vera knocks back one of her cognacs, and then sets the plastic glass aside in one of the barbot receptacles, where it will be melted and sterilized so it can be reformed into a different custom 'glass.' She starts to sip on her second, enjoying the heady haze she's beginning to feel, as she considers the coyote from a perspective a little less tinted by shock.
«OOC» Alice says, "LOOL"
«OOC» Alice is laughing her ass off.
Dalton lurks in his booth, trying to manage to listen at the other table and concentrate enough to keep the image of the coyote and its words formed properly.
Whiskey looks back and forth from Coyote to Alice "uhhh" then starts fiddling with the barbot more like talking about feelings and acknowledging that he has feeling is making him really uncomfortable. *Coyote ju umm no haf do dis, me know how much ju like Alice too*
Alice rubs a hand down her face and then says to Coyote, "Seriously, cause you know what my deal is… I, I can't… perform." she sighs out with a deep blush! She looks down and then rubs a finger on the table surface before saying softly, "Uhm." but then shuts up.
The Coyote shakes his head back and forth "Is that really that important. He wants to be with you, so you don't get to do 'that'. That’s not the sum of a relationship in itself."
Alice guffaws, "Coyote, you are sounding less and less like you all the damn time!" She laughs aloud, "You silly little trickster you!"
Dalton frowns in his booth, sheesh, all he wanted to do was help the troll, now he is having to give therapy to the mime…..gah!
Alice says "All you ever wanted to do was plow me!" Alice claims! "Into the ground!"
Vera stays back, out of earshot, of the coyote out of politeness, enjoying her snifter of fake cognac, imagining quite a wicked little vignette in her head superimposed on the three characters. It's essentially Indecent Proposal, with the Coyote as Robert Redford.
Completely confused by whatever "that" is and is pretty sure that Coyote has never worked a day in his life much less plowed anything Whiskey stares dumbly at the two of them geeze it would be nice to be better at this English thing. *Coyote why ju put Alice on da ground dat is no so good?* Whiskey turns to Alice "Ju know when him trip me an put me on ground me chase him an kick him in his tail."
The Coyote starts to fade, but looks at Alice "He likes you a lot." Then, it vanishes from sight.
Dalton orders a whiskey, he needs something strong after hearing that bit of insanity….
Alice glances over toward Mica but then back to Coyote as he starts to fade away, "Seriously. Come back here. We're not done yet!" She demands, and then she looks back to Mica and says, "Oh, well, when he was putting me on the ground… it felt pretty good, cause well, I haven't been able to have -it- with a mortal man without some kinda seixure for years now."
"Wha cha want we can go teal one" still not quite getting this "It, that, plow, thing" Fragging English. Whiskey swirls his beer around kind of staring at it "Me no mortal man anyway me is troll" He says resting his elbow on the back of the booth and watching Alice.
«OOC» Dalton really wants to know how Whiskey will react when he finally figures out what Alice is talking about
Having had her fun, Vera raises her glass in a friendly toast to Alice, puts away the rest of her synthetic cognac, and moves for the exit. A little drink, a little dance, and a little show. Quite a good night out at Chrome.
Dalton sips his hard alcohol, and talks to the mouse on the table in front of him, trying to explain what he was doing tonight.
Vera goes home.
Vera has left.
Alice salutes to Vera as she takes her leave and then looks to Whiskey for a moment with slightly squinting eyes. "Hey slim!" She then starts to crawl out of her booth and get up onto the table and then shouts at the top of her lungs, "I AM TALKING ABOUT SEX!"
Most people in the near vicinity turn their heads toward Alice and look at her as if she were strange. Half of them go back to what they were doing, used to her usual behavior. It is part of Chrome. The rest keep staring, everyone goes quiet, but it is not as effective as it would be in a quiet room. The music is still going, overshadowing the silence!
Dalton shakes his head, and looks to the mouse "See what I mean, the woman is insane, I have no idea what the trolls sees in her."
Whiskeys jaw drops and he stares at Alice this lasts for a while…one Mississippi…two Mississippi…three Mississippi "uhhh" Whiskey looks around very embarrassed as the red man becomes really red. "ju no haf to announce to world, Alice, err I mean, ummm" he kind of squirms in his seat "I mean if ju is all right wit it, er…Frag" the troll face goes an even darker shade of red as he clutches his beer with both hands focusing on it rather than the fact that people are looking at him.
Alice glances to where Coyote faded away and then narrows her eyes before looking back to Whiskey Slim for a moment and then glances all around at the people that are staring at them. She makes a wicked face, teeth bared, and then she grunts as she leaps off the table and dashes for the PANIC room.
Dalton shakes his head again, sighing at the commotion. He looks to the mouse "That did not go as planned."
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls 6 for "Something.":
1 2 2 3 5 9
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Intelligence vs TN 9:
1 3 4 4 4 4 5 11 = 1 Success
Whiskey chases after Alice "er wait…um…Alice…frag me, is no good at dis…where is me notes…Alice…Alice" Amazingly enough he leaves his beer sitting on the table
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls 6 vs TN 4:
1 1 2 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
As Alice is running away from having leapt of a table while wearing a stripper outfit and having yelled something about sex, someone tries to surreptitiously move to grab her, but she is not surprised, dodging out of the way of the grabbing hands of a creepy looking ork guy. She turns on him after the dodge and then growls, "Back off, FRAGGER."
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls Intimidation for "On this idiot!":
5 8 10
«Auto-Judge[<@.@>]» Alice (#10746) rolls 4 vs TN 10:
1 1 4 7 = 0 Successes
Realizing that Alice is a little scary and that she has troll backup, the ork guy decides better of what he was about to do. He throws his hands up and backs away, but the delay gives Slim the chance to catch up to Alice!
Chases after Alice tripping over the table and tossing the ork guy out of the way with a shove "Alice me…me…" he looks around in his brain for an idea of what to say the "you want a drink" line all ready failed and for the life of him he can't remember any of the rest of them so he grabs his satchel and flips out his note book scanning the first line in the book he turns and says to Alice "nice shoes ju wanta fra…wait" his brain catches up and he looks back at his book then gives up and says "Ju know Alice me like ju jus way ju is ju wanta gets out here an go gets some bueberry hotcakes?"
Dalton watches now, mildly curious how this all is going to end, will the troll grab the girl he loves and kiss her, or what, and of course, the troll offers her pancakes….well, that might work.
Alice had tightened her hands up into fists, preparing to lash out on the orken man. She kinda doesn't care for orks, just like she kinda does not care much for trolls either (Whiskey Slim excluded from that rule). She does not go around bashing them verbally, just has history! She is about to bash this… whoop, he goes flying cause the troll shoved him away. Alice turns to Whiskey and lowers her hands… to waist level. She has them in ready stance, and she looks up at the taller fellow with her eyes watering. She must be crying, but she makes no sob sounds, just tears roll. She trembles all over and then croaks out softly, "Yes… but, can, can I get straw, strawberry?" She asks, choked up!
Dalton sips his whiskey, not really hearing whats going on, just watching from his booth. Ok, she isn’t hitting him, she is talking, but crying, and the troll seems upset….hrm….
"Me give ju hotcakes any sauce ju wan Alice." Whiskey says holding his hand out for her to take. He shoves his note back into his satchel. Not really paying any attention to the orc he shoved he turns with Alice and starts making for the door "um ju tink ju can drive, dis ice stuff make it really hard fo me to, ju know stay on road. Me almos put van in ditch on way over here, cause Coyote was throwin cheese poofs at me. Ju know how hard it to do stuff while Coyote hit ju in face wit ting?"
Alice starts to untense, letting Whiskey take her hand, but it is more of taking her by the wrist since she forgot to unclench her fisticuffs. "Uhm… yeah, I do, actually." she says in response to what the troll was saying. She moves along after Mica, really wanting to get out of here. The ork that had been tossed ended up falling against some badass-looking Mexican biker human guy, and then that huge fella turned and punched his face. The ork got mad, punched back… and so it looks like Slim and Alice are leaving the joint to go up in a dance hall blitz! "It is so nice of you to let me drive." Alice begins to tell Slim on their way out, paying no attention to the fight that has spawned behind them as they exit, "Smoke and Kelris never let me drive, not anymore. One time, Smoke almost got eaten by dogs…" but the rest is obscured by the noise of the music and fighting as the two slip outside.
Dalton will have to remember when the troll is stabbing him tomorrow to ask if anything interesting happened lately…..
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