This don't look like Mar Sara [Open]

[goinbust]

Date and Time: The 18th after 5pm
Location: Area around the housing units
Characters: Jim Raynor and anyone who notices him
Summary: Jim has just arrived and needs a place to remove his marine armor and a drink. The second probably more than the first.
Warnings: Someone needs a drink.

By the time Jim was briefed on what was going on he was irritated. Pulled right before storming Mengsk's damn ship for this was frustrating. Sure it was for a good cause but the timing sucked. After all of that he needed a drink, damn shame it didn't look like there was a bar around.

There was an apartment building he had a room saved for him, and probably going right there and taking off the damn tactical marine armor would have been a good move, but this was Egon's territory and he wasn't there to be harmless and overwhelmed and use small words Jim could understand.

"Damn, Earth of all places and I can't find a decent place to get drunk."

Comments

time to crash this intro log

[isprepared]

"Earth?"

Did that helmet just speak to him? Maiev made it a habit of sitting completely still when she had little else to do and this place hardly had enough going on to occupy her. Not much for the housing units, she had only returned to gather supplies to venture back out into the wild.

When she encountered a person in strange armor however? Well, that took precedent over anything else.

"It would not be a challenge to find a drink in this place if that is what you seek."

[goinbust]

The face plate to the armor cycles open and Jim looks at the newcomer.

"Yeah, jewel of the galaxy or some nonsense like that. Few years back they went pokin around my part of space and royally screwed things up."

Letting out a sigh he shakes his head a bit.

"Whiskey, something. Was right about to nail that monster before I ended up sucked here, so I'd be right obliged to you if you could show me a place to knock a few back and come up with a plan."

sorry bro, lack of motivation killed me for a while there

[isprepared]

"You talk as though you will have the opportunity to finish your business once matters are concluded here."

While she did sneer with an air of age to her (being thousands of years old makes it come naturally), no hostility could be found in her voice. Aliens? It happened to Azeroth supposedly. She would never understand the desire to fly through the sky in strange ships, nor to explore any worlds that weren't her own.

"And just what is in your part of space that is worth fouling up in the eyes of humanity?"

No worries, truth be told my motivation has been in the crapper as of late

[goinbust]

"Don't see why it wouldn't be. Mess is as much my fault as anyone else's and someone's gotta clean it up. As for what Earth fouled up, had to let a monster free on account of their showing up, realized another monster was beyond saving and had to be put down too. Both those aren't here though and when I get my bearings and figure this place out I don't see why we all can't go back and finish our business."

He shrugs a bit and lets out a breath.

"Its just another rebellion against a giant evil dictatorship or something here, right? Not like I haven't been livin that the past few years back home."

stupid december slump

[isprepared]

"Because said business should be concluded by time we return. If not, then the people you trust to handle things in your absence best have an excuse prepared."

Didn't he pay any attention to the briefing? Instead of ridiculing him, Maiev found herself willing to explain. Maybe getting lost in the wilderness was making her soft...

"Yes and those very same fiends are invading our homes as we speak."

[marked_for_death]

The hood of her cloak obscured her features as she stood quietly observing the odd construct. It was unlike any piece of armour she'd seen before. It seemed that every day here in this world was filled with surprises. Watching from the shadows, the gunner wondered just what type of world this Transport had been pulled from.

She didn't say anything, but remailed quietly watching as the large suit of armour spoke.

[goinbust]

Still scanning the area the helmet plastron opens and the man inside sighs a bit.

"At least this place ain't like I was afraid Earth'd be."

[marked_for_death]

Elza remained quiet while she watched the man. Oh she could hear him speaking, which gave enough of an indication that it was at least a human within, but the skull on the helm caused her curiosity to rise. Keeping her hood up, she peered over at the armoured man while placing the back of her hand against her unholstered hip.

"I've never seen a knight wear such heavy armour before," she murmured with a glance in his direction.

[goinbust]

Jimmy peered down at the woman, then the plastron opened revealing his face.

"Never been called a knight before, so that may have somethin' ta do with it."

[priad]

Did someone mention a tactical marine?

Because Priad totally is one. And he rumbles as he walks up tot he man in unfamiliar war plate.

"Are you a Space Wolf?"

[goinbust]

"The hell is a Space Wolf? Some sorta mercenary band? Haven't heard of those guys, they related to the War Pigs?"

[priad]

"I should hope they haven't fallen so low as to become mercenaries, that would mean they are renegades and traitors, and I would be saddened to hear that the proud Sons of Russ had fallen so low."

He walks up to Jim, and realizes.... well, isn't he a little small for a space marine?

[goinbust]

"Hey, renegades and traitors are pretty damn situational. One man's renegade is another's liberator. Damn... I'm too sober to be dealin with this philosophical crap."

[lovesgod]

Lucifer had seen plenty of strange people here, and a number of them in complex armor. But one - the one who served God who was the Emperor of Man - well, that was just too much for him to ask in any detail about the suit. It seemed like a terrible thing, to have so much between you and the world. There were times when he just wanted to ditch the meatsuit all together and cancel his plans. Why would someone willingly wear something so awful?

This one didn't appear to be build the same as the last one, though. So, he stuck his hands in his pockets and meandered over that way, tilting his head to the side and studying the various lewd drawings that decorated the thing.

"Well, when you consider the scale of things, Earth hasn't been a good place to get drunk for most of the time," he offered."

[goinbust]

The helmet plastron opened and Jim looked at the newcomer.

"Wouldn't know, its my first time here, but given the Earthers I've met can't argue. Seemed too up tight to really cut loose and have a good time with a drink. But I'll be damned if I can't try to find a place."

[lovesgod]

Oh, so it wasn't sealed. There was a face inside. Lucifer grinned at the man, tilting his head in a half-welcome. Here was a human who didn't claim to be from Earth. This was a curious thought on a number a levels. He was going to have to travel galaxies to destroy them? That sounded interesting but requiring more effort.

"I agree, humans do need to learn not to take themselves so seriously. They'd probably spend less time murdering each other if that was the case." Of course, it was a bit too late to factor into his plans, but that was another story. "This might be rude, but - humans not from Earth?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously. "I've never heard of that before. What planet are you from, then?"

[goinbust]

"Mar Sara. One of the colonies Earth plum don't care about. Well, unless we find something nicer than what they got, then they gotta go about creatin one hell of a ruckus to get at whatever it was. But the way you say humans, ya ain't one, are you?"

[raisedbybirds]

After what happened just a few days prior to Jim's arrival, Samus had little reason to take her suit off as she made her usual rounds around the Hold and the housing units. Her heavy boots made swift and purposeful strides, eyes sharp and vigilant for anything (or anyone) new or out of place. A zombie infestation would put anyone on edge, and would definitely warrant a drink.

If it wasn't the Jim's armor then it was his mention of alcohol that pinged her interest.

"There's a list." In her time, Samus found other individuals clad in hulking suits of armor were a bit of a rarity and subsequently stuck out like big, shiny, metal thumbs here. She knew this personally with her bright orange armor with a bright green visor that masked her face and muffled her voice to questionable androgyny... never mind the cannon replacing her left arm.

"Somewhere on the network in the tablet, there's a list of taverns."

Not necessarily a good list in her opinion, but a list none-the-less.

[goinbust]

Jim turned to look at the red and yellow armored figure. The armor wasn't familiar but who knows what sort of tech they had on Earth proper in the defense forces instead of what they sent out to his part of space.

"Ah great a list. None of the best places are on a list. Oh sure I'm sure the listed places don't water down the hooch and play fancy music but gettin drunk. You do that in a place that half the place is ready to get into a good natured tussel just to keep from gettin bored."

[raisedbybirds]

It's rare that someone can make such an impression on Samus in just a few sentences, and Jim had quite possibly done just that. What a guy.

"That's why you don't get involved and keep a running bet on the winner of said tussels." Then again sometimes a bar fight could be fun. But most of the time it wasn't. Especially not in space and when half the patrons weren't even human.

She slowly started to circle Jim, inspecting his armor, his emblem, and the scuffs and marks on it. It was very obvious she found it interesting.

"If I bet on you would I be disappointed?"

[goinbust]

Jim peers at the other figure sizing him up. He was used to that from his days in the military so it didn't seem to bother him too much, but he didn't drop his guard just in case.

"Won my share, lost my share too. Usually depends on if I can stand up or took a bullet recently. Won the last one though. Wonder if he ever fixed my damn jukebox. Prolly doesn't matter here."

Later in their room HI

[undroppedeaves]

Sam had been staying near his room, not wishing to risk going to far when Wights roamed the streets. He had spent his time reading through the information on the odd device, tablet it was called.

So far he had been alone, and slowly getting used to accommodations made for big people. But what was more important, by all accounts, was it was inside. Sam couldn't really remember the last time he had been inside.

So when Jim finally returned he would find a hobbit at the table eating a meal he had prepared after working out how to use this odd foreign cooking equipment he had found.

[goinbust]

Jim walked into the apartment area, or more staggered a bit, the gyros in his armor making several whining sounds as he stomped in and let out a breath, tossing the helmet to the ground and starting to unseal the suit.

"Eh? Someone cookin in here?"

[undroppedeaves]

When Sam heard the door open he went to investigate, because he had seen with his own eyes that this place wasn't safe, and there was no guarantee that the dead couldn't enter the building.

He spotted the figure and his heart nearly jumped into his throat, but then the mask was removed and under it was a man. Sam watched him suspiciously until he spoke, and then stepped forward so he could be seen, since he was not one to sneak and spy on strangers and he knew that these rooms were to be shared.

"Just a bit of dinner, you are welcome to share it if you wish."

[goinbust]

Jim looked at the small man and shook his head a bit, continuing to wriggle out of the metal suit.

"Ah... No thanks, don't reckon you were expectin anyone and not my place to take a man's dinner. You live here?"