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."

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[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.

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.