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Role Play Theater / Re: A Change Of Plans
« on: February 14, 2016, 08:25:42 PM »
(Sorry, fuzzles... my weekend has been shot, declared dead, buried, exhumated, cloned multiple times, then all clones have been shot again.)
Arroavantho
You touch the end of your credstick.
The electric charge of your finger is plenty enough, and a number "53804" lights up until you break the circuit again.
Next you take a look at your flight pass.
It's a variation of the typical datacard, elongated pentagon of plastic with a thicker handle on the narrow flat side.
The card displays your photo, ID number, a live status of the flight, and a safety message that changes once in a while.
Estimated time of boarding for flight is 9.82 standard hours from now. Airlock will be assigned one standard hour before boarding.
Be aware that your luggage will be transported in vacuum and should be properly packaged for this environment.
A hologram on the reverse encodes machine readable data.
After staring at the chatty bartender for another couple of minutes you decide to wave at him.
He immediately raises a hand in acknowledgement, finishes the conversation within a few seconds, and approaches you.
"Another cup of brew, sir?"
Another section of the countertop's lights changes color to blue.
Kenku
You wave at the bartender, and he (well, as far the word applies to Chrikt) quickly breaks off the conversation and rushes to you.
After a quick exchange you find out that while they serve a drink with this name, it's probably not something you'd enjoy, as it's a favourite of invertebrates.
However, the bar stocks a few dozen kinds of neutral drinks that would be safe for your species, and quite a lot more of effect-inducing ones.
You can just get water, choose something at random, pester the narrator to write a list of drinks, or ask the bartender for a recommendation.
Selden
You touch the scanner, unlocking your backpack.
The main compartment still contains everything you put in it - two sets of spare clothes, your data unit, and a headset.
The front pocket has a credstick and a flight pass.
You close it back and put down next to your seat, then reach for the menu, and switch categories to find something that you can actually eat.
As far as dinner goes, you don't have much choice - you can get a steak tartare made from K'tchara meat, or, for the vegetable option, a salad from sea plants, straight from the planet down below. You wonder if that sea has fish.
There's a full page of snacks that are supposed to be edible, however - both familiar and completely foreign.
The bar being a bar, list of drinks that won't kill you immediately is quite long. Some of them are supposed to be neutral in terms of effect, too.
You then wave at the bartender, interrupting his conversation with the insect-like Hsian.
He approaches you and asks if you're ready to order. Your request for water and peanuts doesn't make him too excited, but he delivers what you wanted and leaves to continue talking in a language that reminds you of faulty hydraulics.
As you wait, you realize that the backlight of the bar section you're sitting at changes from white to blue.
Talcott
You change seats to the one right next to the lone patron, a large arthropod who you believe is a Hsian.
Both him and the bartender stop their chat and look at you. After a couple of seconds, the bartender, a Chrikt, asks what can he serve you.
Asked for "something sweet" he verifies that you want a drink that won't cause major side effects, and offers you a couple of types of soda, with a recommendation of alisdan.
(Um... I kind of read the second fragment as you yourself deciding that your baggage is alright and includes the food, so don't want a review of its contents?)
Arroavantho
- I try to recall how much money I have on my credstick. If I can check it directly on the stick, I do that instead
- I check my flight pass for any relevant information.
- I wait for the barkeep for several minutes, and if he isn't noticing me I wave him over. If that doesn't work, I call.
You touch the end of your credstick.
The electric charge of your finger is plenty enough, and a number "53804" lights up until you break the circuit again.
Next you take a look at your flight pass.
It's a variation of the typical datacard, elongated pentagon of plastic with a thicker handle on the narrow flat side.
The card displays your photo, ID number, a live status of the flight, and a safety message that changes once in a while.
Estimated time of boarding for flight is 9.82 standard hours from now. Airlock will be assigned one standard hour before boarding.
Be aware that your luggage will be transported in vacuum and should be properly packaged for this environment.
A hologram on the reverse encodes machine readable data.
After staring at the chatty bartender for another couple of minutes you decide to wave at him.
He immediately raises a hand in acknowledgement, finishes the conversation within a few seconds, and approaches you.
"Another cup of brew, sir?"
Another section of the countertop's lights changes color to blue.
Kenku
>Attempt to hail the bartender and ask what he has to offer. If there is a root beer, buy that using crit chip. Else look over the menu. If Hailing fails, move to a close stool.
You wave at the bartender, and he (well, as far the word applies to Chrikt) quickly breaks off the conversation and rushes to you.
After a quick exchange you find out that while they serve a drink with this name, it's probably not something you'd enjoy, as it's a favourite of invertebrates.
However, the bar stocks a few dozen kinds of neutral drinks that would be safe for your species, and quite a lot more of effect-inducing ones.
You can just get water, choose something at random, pester the narrator to write a list of drinks, or ask the bartender for a recommendation.
Selden
>Rummage through backpack, taking stock of supplies for the trip
>Examine menu if one is in evidence, otherwise ask for one
>Order a glass of something nonalcoholic, likely water, and food suitable for eating on the move if necessary. Add a closed package of pretzels, nuts or whatever might be available in a small bar if I don't have enough food for the trip.
>Pretend to be absorbed in my food, but keep one ear open for anything interesting being discussed.
You touch the scanner, unlocking your backpack.
The main compartment still contains everything you put in it - two sets of spare clothes, your data unit, and a headset.
The front pocket has a credstick and a flight pass.
You close it back and put down next to your seat, then reach for the menu, and switch categories to find something that you can actually eat.
As far as dinner goes, you don't have much choice - you can get a steak tartare made from K'tchara meat, or, for the vegetable option, a salad from sea plants, straight from the planet down below. You wonder if that sea has fish.
There's a full page of snacks that are supposed to be edible, however - both familiar and completely foreign.
The bar being a bar, list of drinks that won't kill you immediately is quite long. Some of them are supposed to be neutral in terms of effect, too.
You then wave at the bartender, interrupting his conversation with the insect-like Hsian.
He approaches you and asks if you're ready to order. Your request for water and peanuts doesn't make him too excited, but he delivers what you wanted and leaves to continue talking in a language that reminds you of faulty hydraulics.
As you wait, you realize that the backlight of the bar section you're sitting at changes from white to blue.
Talcott
>I sit down and join the group
>I check to make sure my supplies are in order, I have a few energy bars backed so I decide to forgo food for the moment.
>Feeling a tad parched I decide to order something sweet at the bar.
>I wait, glancing around to get a feel for how everyone else is doing.
You change seats to the one right next to the lone patron, a large arthropod who you believe is a Hsian.
Both him and the bartender stop their chat and look at you. After a couple of seconds, the bartender, a Chrikt, asks what can he serve you.
Asked for "something sweet" he verifies that you want a drink that won't cause major side effects, and offers you a couple of types of soda, with a recommendation of alisdan.
(Um... I kind of read the second fragment as you yourself deciding that your baggage is alright and includes the food, so don't want a review of its contents?)
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