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The Green Hell Beergarden - sadtranslation - 11-27-2010
![[Image: Izzysit.png]](http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100827171236/totaldramaisland/images/d/da/Izzysit.png)
"So, what are the most interesting news you will tell me today about, gentlemen?"
The Green Hell Beergarden - ErikssonJeny - 11-28-2010
Well, my dear, we were just starting to discuss the situation in Chester and the Taus when you arrived. For now we're just waiting for Mr.Hunt to arrive and until then we will just have nice casual talks and see where we're at.
Eriksson bites of a piece of his apple pie.
Hmmm...strange taste this apple pie has, as if someone put some alcohol into it. What about your's Mr.Faolan?
The Green Hell Beergarden - etiainen - 11-28-2010
Druce takes a small fork, cuts off a piece of his pie and puts it into his mouth. After a few seconds of chewing, he nods with a bitter expresson on his face.
Aye, 'tis one of th' tad more flavoured kinds. I cannae really understand why some peeps like this one. he says, as he pushes his plate to the side. We have enough alcoholic culture 'ere as it is, cannae one simply enjoy a good-ol' traditional meal without it?, he sighs, looking around
I think I'll ask th' barmaid ta switch mine fer a non-alcoholic pie. Shall I order somethin' different for you two as well? he asks his two companions as he tries to catch the waitress's attention
The Green Hell Beergarden - Wraga - 11-28-2010
Vincent enters the hall with a damn nice headache and a curious smile on his face. He's wearing a dirty T-shirt with a smiley on it. His hair is looks like as a "Hydra-lover" and his left arm is heavily wounded.
[color=#000000]-"Aye there ladies and gents. *sighs* This is my first time here and what an enter from me.... As you can realised I had a nice encounter before, but unfortunately I drank too much yesterday so I dont remember the whole thing. All what I know yet is that we met with some GC girls in Kusari..."
He looks around and winks one to Sequola while try to say something to the bartender. He sit front of the deck and ask for something to drink.
- "'Ello Mr. Bartender or dunno what's yar name. Could ya make me something for my damn hangover please? Some milk with Curacao liquor maybe?"
He turns around his chair and lights a cigar.
- "Sequola my darling, what had happened with that BPA girlie who we met before at Edinburgh? Is she alive?"
Than he slowly realise that Erikkson and Druce are still in the room.
- "Oh apologise guys, what was that situation at the Taus before?"
The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 11-28-2010
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The Banger Grim approaches the table with a filled tray & an exaggerated smile.
"Oi you lot. I'll be your waitress for the day just so long as you tip well & keep yer hands off my hairy ass"
Banger begins placing shot glasses around the table & pauses at Vincent. "The bartender mentioned you wanted a Curacao Bulldog for your hangover."
He begins to set the mug down, but stops and utters an exaggeratedly quizzical "hmmmm".
Taking a seat next to Vincent, he leans back in the chair & plops his feet up on the table. "Y'know the problem with Curacaoian hangover remedies?" Banger asks rhetorically to no one in particular as he takes a gulp of Vincents order. "The most popular drinks on that planet are the fruity, sugary, touristy type of drinks, so this mug 'o swill only works on the hangovers of pansies that have to remove the umbrellas from their glasses first in order to get drunk...what you need is something else entirely.
He grabs a large glass of water, a small glass of runny guacamole & a locally grown, 'five-alarm Hell pepper' off the tray now sitting in the center of the table and places them ceremoniously in front of Vincent.
"You are hungover because you are dehydrated" he says, as he encourages Vince to down the water.
"By the way, Hi! I'm Matthew Grim." he says to both the visitors. "I'm the Manager/Proprietor/Mayor of this humble little municipality/bar & grill we have goin' here, so make yourselves at home."
As Vincent upends his water, Banger silently urges him to gulp down the guacamole before continuing: "Messirs Eriksson & Smiley-shirt, we have rooms to rent if you decide to stay overnight & you are both welcome to have the run of the 5 primary caverns...all I ask is that while here, don't litter, & if you visit one of our brothels, don't mistreat the whores or you could end up dead...basically, just follow the golden rule."
"Now, chomp down on that pepper, Lefty...It's got alot of capsasin in it." he said to Vincent as the man was wiping a speck of guacamole from the corner of his mouth with a revolted grimace.
It only took about five seconds for the pepper to make itself known.
Vince's eyes begin to water & his nose drips profusely as his sinuses slam open.
"So anyway," Banger says as he gets up & grabs the tray, "Just call when you need something & I'll probably bring it."
As he walks away, he pauses to lean down & in little more than a whisper says to the pepper-eater: "Yeah, sorry about the guacamole & the chili pepper...the guac was about to turn & I simply didn't want it to go to waste; & the pepper?...well, I just wanted to see if you would eat it!"
Just so you know for the future: water's the only thing that can fix a hangover...but I'll get ya some milk in a few minutes, it'll neutralize the burn...Sooo, welcome to the Green Hell Beergarden, Dude." he says with a misfits smile and walks off
"Oi you lot. I'll be your waitress for the day just so long as you tip well & keep yer hands off my hairy ass"
Banger begins placing shot glasses around the table & pauses at Vincent. "The bartender mentioned you wanted a Curacao Bulldog for your hangover."
He begins to set the mug down, but stops and utters an exaggeratedly quizzical "hmmmm".
Taking a seat next to Vincent, he leans back in the chair & plops his feet up on the table. "Y'know the problem with Curacaoian hangover remedies?" Banger asks rhetorically to no one in particular as he takes a gulp of Vincents order. "The most popular drinks on that planet are the fruity, sugary, touristy type of drinks, so this mug 'o swill only works on the hangovers of pansies that have to remove the umbrellas from their glasses first in order to get drunk...what you need is something else entirely.
He grabs a large glass of water, a small glass of runny guacamole & a locally grown, 'five-alarm Hell pepper' off the tray now sitting in the center of the table and places them ceremoniously in front of Vincent.
"You are hungover because you are dehydrated" he says, as he encourages Vince to down the water.
"By the way, Hi! I'm Matthew Grim." he says to both the visitors. "I'm the Manager/Proprietor/Mayor of this humble little municipality/bar & grill we have goin' here, so make yourselves at home."
As Vincent upends his water, Banger silently urges him to gulp down the guacamole before continuing: "Messirs Eriksson & Smiley-shirt, we have rooms to rent if you decide to stay overnight & you are both welcome to have the run of the 5 primary caverns...all I ask is that while here, don't litter, & if you visit one of our brothels, don't mistreat the whores or you could end up dead...basically, just follow the golden rule."
"Now, chomp down on that pepper, Lefty...It's got alot of capsasin in it." he said to Vincent as the man was wiping a speck of guacamole from the corner of his mouth with a revolted grimace.
It only took about five seconds for the pepper to make itself known.
Vince's eyes begin to water & his nose drips profusely as his sinuses slam open.
"So anyway," Banger says as he gets up & grabs the tray, "Just call when you need something & I'll probably bring it."
As he walks away, he pauses to lean down & in little more than a whisper says to the pepper-eater: "Yeah, sorry about the guacamole & the chili pepper...the guac was about to turn & I simply didn't want it to go to waste; & the pepper?...well, I just wanted to see if you would eat it!"
Just so you know for the future: water's the only thing that can fix a hangover...but I'll get ya some milk in a few minutes, it'll neutralize the burn...Sooo, welcome to the Green Hell Beergarden, Dude." he says with a misfits smile and walks off
The Green Hell Beergarden - ErikssonJeny - 11-28-2010
*Turns to Druce*
Hmm...I don't think this pie will cut it so I'll go for the grilled vegetable mix with cheese and a martini.
I'll go to the bar and order in a moment...
*Turns over to Vincent*
Well the situation in the Taus has stabilized for now and well we had to cut our budget since the recent Wilde attacks in Rheinland and now we've put the base construction on hold. And by the way, I didn't cach your name, Mr.?
The Green Hell Beergarden - DeathsOverture - 11-29-2010
A slender blonde woman in a dark jumpsuit approaches the table and informally whispers to Druce:
"The Tempest ran into some trouble in the Arran. Stocky ol' Hunt will be here as soon as he can."
"He sends his love." She stepped back, smiled, and left as quickly as she came.
The Green Hell Beergarden - sadtranslation - 11-29-2010
"I'm bored", - she declared.
The Green Hell Beergarden - ErikssonJeny - 11-29-2010
Well, until Mr.Hunt arrives I think we can discuss the future of our relations. What I, and The Order, had in mind was a technological pact where we would supply you with advance tech in means of engine improvements, power plant efficiency upgrades, weapon optimizations and that sort of thing. Now you must understand that we can't directly give you our weapons or ships since that would severely affect our relations with Bretonia and the colonies which, let's be honest, aren't good as it is, so what I was thinking was upgrading your shipbuilding facilities, maybe a new Gaian ship design and, of course, some resources here in Bretonia which we could spare. But as heads up we're really tight on the resources right now, but I think we can squeeze something out as well as I think that all the other things I proposed will be accomplished since frankly about 30-40% of our scientists aren't doing anything at the moment since there's no research involved in their fields. So if you find that these things would suit you I would like to say what the Order wants in return.
So what do you think about this "little" proposal, Mr.Faolan?
The Green Hell Beergarden - Kontrazec (Somni) - 11-30-2010
*The man slowly comes to, and the words "...proposal, Mr.Faolan?" ring in his head like a ten ton hammer hitting a city-sized bell.He looks bewildered as he observes the two girls who were,apparently,keeping him from faceplanting himself on the cold station floor.He looks around the bar,which was obviously fuller than before he hammered that foul green stuff into himself.He gets up,gives the evil eye to the bartender,who in turn gives him a childish grin and a shrug.He then approaches the table."Good tidin's people.Ya dun mind if yer newest recruit joins ya?If ya do,I understand,this apparently be the bigshot table."He gives a soft chuckle and makes a sheepish face,as if half expecting someone to smash a plate of pie into his face and telling him to get the hell outta their face.*