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Post by Black Fox on Dec 5, 2006 22:38:37 GMT -5
Alanti wine Human Beers Ork Fire wine Borashian humin Altari sap Triki Ssip
among other beverages all those are alchohols
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 6, 2006 7:51:47 GMT -5
Give me the other beverages, I want to be alert when I'm at this mission.
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Post by Black Fox on Dec 6, 2006 12:16:21 GMT -5
you mean you want something similar to a coke?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 6, 2006 16:43:07 GMT -5
Maybe more like a lassi or a fruit drink: Something wholesome and unique to the area.
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Post by Black Fox on Dec 6, 2006 21:28:24 GMT -5
OOG(duh didn't even think of listing those well i got an idea)
The waiter brings you a sample tray of a few exotic beverages, some are quite sour and some are sweet, some feel soft others feel energizing, all in different assortments of color and texture.
also there are
Yulumelon drinks and other various fruits
and an exotic one
Ikitik Ssip
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 14, 2006 19:57:20 GMT -5
While perusing the menu, Pesha remembers he is speaking to one of the proletariat and brightens his attitude somewhat. "Well, comrade, I'd like some more of your Ikitik Ssip, if you would please. And do you have any specials that you would recommend, something that can be cooked quickly?"
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Post by Black Fox on Dec 15, 2006 17:38:31 GMT -5
"Right away sir, hmm i take it you are on a tight schedule at the moment" Says an Alanti waiter.
"I would recommend the Gadavian Stew, its is a lightly seasoned stew with Gadavian meats in a light broth. It is both a quick dish and filling at the same time."
The waiter takes the sampler tray and takes Pesha's Order.
"I should be back with your meal and drink in a few minutes" He says with a smile and hurries off to another table letting the hover tray carry the dished etc. His robes flow with him appearing as if he is floating.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 28, 2006 21:42:39 GMT -5
Pesha nods and awaits his stew eagerly. He ponders how best to serve the proletariat while he waits, and stares out across the landscape of the city.
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Post by Black Fox on Dec 29, 2006 12:27:35 GMT -5
The waiter comes back with a Purple Stew setting it down there is also a credit bill.
The city looks scarred and like a open wound spewing puss of crime and poverty. As you eat you can notice a difference in texture and taste going from a sweet, to tangy, to bitter, and even sour varying in one bite. After finishing your soup you look at the bill.
300 credits.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 29, 2006 19:06:58 GMT -5
OOG: How much did I get from the job?
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Post by Black Fox on Jan 2, 2007 21:55:50 GMT -5
OOG: you got about 1000, you had 500 starting. So if you can keep track of it, im gonna try to have money and ammo be something to keep track of. your pistol has about 50 shots per clip and you have 1 extra clip. Its an energy pistol so you can 'charge' it up fire works sometimes. Explosives...your a little low you have a hand grenade, and about an ounce of C4 like substance.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 12, 2007 21:10:34 GMT -5
OOG: Thanks.
Pesha monitors his bill to make sure that it is within reason. He mutters to himself about the bourgeoisie's ludicrous wealth.
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Post by Black Fox on Jan 22, 2007 17:06:05 GMT -5
The waiter comes back his robes flowing swiftly and gracefully behind him. The hover tray is occasionally picking up a small piece of trash, or some plates left.
"How was everything today? I hope it was most enjoyable and i hope that you come back more' The waiter states with a quite friendly demeanor. His hand moves towards your bill
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2007 15:49:00 GMT -5
Pesha nods. "Quite good, comrade." He nods and after the bill is paid leaves as quickly as possible, cursing his indulgence and making his way to his transportation...
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Post by Black Fox on Jan 26, 2007 2:08:26 GMT -5
After leaving Pesha heads back into the shitty streets, walking towards the Hover-trak only takes a few minutes. Its about 20 minutes before the meet and the tram should take the rest of the time. Pesha waits for the tram just like the subways of the old 20-21st centuries of human time.
A myriad of races join pesha in waiting on both sides of the quad track station.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2007 16:09:58 GMT -5
Pesha looks from side to side. He wonders if a future target could be the quad track. True, it is a public institution, but run by an illegitimate political state. Yes, it would inconvenience innocents, but what is the price of inconvenience when compared to freedom? Surely it pales into inconsequence. And since many rely on it to get to work, it would disrupt the corporate mechanism...
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Post by Black Fox on Mar 3, 2007 11:42:13 GMT -5
Trains are coming and going on the quad track. Your train arrives after a few minutes. You hop on the train. There are a few people among the train most seem to be minding their business. Others are mingling among themselves.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 5, 2007 15:20:04 GMT -5
Pesha quickly climbs aboard. He smiles at everyone and sits down, being so obviously friendly and ordinary that no one gives him a second look.
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