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The Green Hell Beergarden - sadtranslation - 02-14-2011 "Matthew, I won't join the philosophical dispute with you for sure", Sequoia shuddered to think again about the recent Banger's perfomance on the wide screen and clasped her own legs, nearly pressing them to her chest, "what 'balance' had you re-established just now? The balance between dead gaians and dead clerks and dead criminals? I don't believe that it's the best motivation for people here, but if you want to case-harden the people we're working hand to hand I have the only question - what for? What is a Gaian? Is it a solid view on world or it's just a placeholder for dozen of people sharing the same ideals or goals? Meh, I'll lose such debates anyway, you know. We're all different. Me and you, Hikari and Jonah, Druce and Miley, Will and Robert - everyone is different, thinks different and feels different - there will be never the same truth for all of us. But we have the same goals and close understanding of the world and that's much more important then same ideals and same beliefs, right or wrong ones doesn't matter. Hadn't I said that I'll lose such debates?", Sequoia sighed and tried to swallow a gulp still appearing to be in her throat. The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 02-14-2011 ![]() "What is a Gaian?" That is the question that we have asked ourselves for a very long time. It predates the birth of both of us, and honestly, Human nature distracts us thus far from being able to really answer it. Are we pirates that sit at the feet of the Corsairs like dogs? Are we naive idealists that pay lip service to some high minded notion of being the stewards of the environment, fooling ourselves that we have any chance of affecting any real change? The answer is yes. We are those things...But what far too many Gaians fail to grasp is that we are those things and more."
Banger attempts another hit, realizes its gone out, and re-lights it before continuing. "What we are: You, Me, everyone we know, everyone we don't, the tree we sit under, the air we breathe, the places we go, everything we have ever seen, touched, experienced, or even think is all part of one symbiotic system that is observable, measurable, and yet ultimately, undefinable." "The closest our limited human minds can come to understanding the nature of the reality we live in, was once called The Gaia Principal" "Simply put, it states that the entire Universe is a single living organism." "All life, all objects, all thoughts, all actions...again, everything that exists within space and time is simply a part of a perfect system that lives and breathes in its own way, and we are all a part of it. That is the true beauty of nature that you don't understand. Most Gaians don't. It is a self-regulating system that takes care of itself. It doesn't recognize good or evil, right or wrong, love or hate. It only knows balance and imbalance. Most Gaians flat-out fail to see that despite all its flaws, the Universe is a perfect machine." "I don't know how else to explain it to you. You're not misguided in what you conceive your reality to be, but you are instead, extremely short-sighted. You need to learn that light cannot exist without casting shadow and that life has absolutely no meaning without death." "What is a Gaian? Gaians are simultaneously an unstoppable force and an immovable object. A force of Nature as well as the Beasts of it...and That is the true nature of Nature. To deny any one part in order to favor the other is to piss on the graves of those who have died before us, and to spit in the eye of the Universe all around us." The Green Hell Beergarden - Astennu123 - 02-16-2011 ![]() *She walks up the stairs slowly, without the idea what's Green Hell. She missed the flashing descriptions of the hallway.* I wonder what is this place. Looks cute.. Heh. *Chuckles. While climbing up the stairs she suddenly stops.* This situation reminds me of something. Ah! Got it! The poem that I heard when I was young. How is it.... *She thinks a little bit, then starts quoting the poem while continuing her way on the stairs* Yesterday, upon the stairs, I've met a man, who wasn't there. He wasn't there again, today. I wish, I wish he'd go away... That's it! You're smart, Ambrosia! *Says to herself but looks around because someone might think that she's an idiot or something. She enters the bar and looks around. She's recognizing faces, but instead of joining the others, she chooses a table, sits down and sighs. The bartender notices the girl at the table. He approaches her.* -Can I get you something? *Ambrosia looks up* -Uhm... Maybe a cup of hot tea. Yes. A tea please. Kusarian one with two sugar pills. -Noted. *Answers the bartender and a few minutes later he's coming back with a cup of hot Kusarian tea.* -Gracias. *She slurps the tea while staring out through the window nearby* The Green Hell Beergarden - Coldzero - 02-21-2011 ![]() ![]() Hikari: Uhm... Well I met a sweet guy in Gallia... His name is Vulpe. I've been spending time with him for a while.. Mason: Oh.. I see. He clicks his knuckles. So where is he? Hikari: Why?.. Mason: Just want to meet the guy, you know, see what hes like and yeah.. Hikari: Hai...wait. You're going to fight with him aren't you?! Mason: Did I say that? Hikari: No... but you did beat the last guy up who tried..uhm.."Hitting" on me. You still never told me what that was.. Mason: Meh... doesn't matter. Seriously though... Where is he? We'll just have a talk. Hikari: No you won't! Mason: Will too! Hikari sighs. You always want to fight... and I'm not going to let you fight Vulpe. Mason leans forward and gets angry. Why not?! Think I'm going to lose you to some jackass you met in Gallia?! His eyes open widely realizing what he just said then looks down and sits back, calming down.. Hikari: Lose me?... Mason: ...Yeah. Lose you. Hikari: So Aaron was right! You do love me! Mason: Wha'?! He told you?! Hikari smiles brightly and hugs him. Hai! Mason hugs her back and smiles. Gee...should've told you a long time ago. Hikari looks up at him. Hai...but I knew already from the way you looked at me. Mason: Errr...it was that obvious.. Crap.. Oh yeah! I'm gonna punch Aaron for telling you though! Hikari: Why? He did you a favour.. Mason: Err.. since I spoke to him and told him not to tell you. Hikari: I asked him to tell me.. Mason: Do'h.. He sighs. Eh.. I guess I don't have to fight Vulpe then.. Hikari nods. Mason: So can I see what the dress looks like on you now? He smirks. Hikari: Oh... Hai.. I forgot to show you. Hikari gets up and takes his hand then leads him out the bar to her quarters. The Green Hell Beergarden - Dusty Lens - 03-18-2011 That securing docking rights was such a colossal pain in the ass was exactly why he had gone through the time and trouble to do so. Even when the Reavers weren't on Gaian contracts finding a port of call on Islay used to be all the trouble of scoring a whore's wink. The Gaians had dug them for their affiliations, and the sentiments had been returned amicably for the opportunity to take advantage of the green hospitality. There was something unsavory about the universe doing something as annoying as -changing- out from beneath his feet. This was a source of prime irritation... Just when things were going so well too. The likely circumstances behind these events being enough to prompt him to ensure that his sidearm was ready to rock and roll and his X Shuttle's Meta-puke-b-gone system was placed in "waste ****" mode. It should be good enough. With that Daniel Connor strode purposefully from his X Shuttle while while still pulling his trademark threadbare sweater over his head. Level 66 was a local in the world he hadn't visited, but had heard plenty of, and it seemed a good enough start if any to get a beacon on what was going down in the here abouts and settle a few issues out. Though he wasn't prepared for the greenery. There was a lot of it. Wild growth too, not the contained o2 scrubbers you normally see. But naked trees sitting plain as day in the middle of a large and busy promenade. The whole affair was smaller than you'd think, but lent an air of life to what should by all rights be another dead level on another dead station. He wasn't sure that he liked it, but it'd been such a spell since he'd been immersed in such life that the notion was a tad unsettling. Eh. Whatever. Let's get this show rolling, yeye? Maybe shut the narration trap and saunter up to the god damn bar and order a drink. Which he did. Hurrah for lazy writing and oh hey a chick walked by with an -amazing- rack. Oh my gosh I wish you guys could have seen that. Good god did someone turn off the gravity or what? Whew. Oh but anyways he stole a seat at the bar, bullocks to sitting at a booth. Heyo! If I could score the closest thing to whiskey as wasn't brewed in a bathtub that'd be magic in a handbag. The Green Hell Beergarden - Erasmas - 03-19-2011 ![]() Lady Deirdre Skye slowly descends the stairs to the bar, entering it for the first time. She wears a long, dark green dress that leaves her shoulders bare; coral strings ornate her neck, while her curly hair is partially held in a silk net. The young woman takes a few steps in, gazing around her as she takes in the looks of the bar, then heads for the nearest empty seat. Deirdre: So... this is the infamous Green Hell... *smiles* I think I like it. //EDIT: I don't usually spend much time on the forum, so forgive me if I notice answers only after some time The Green Hell Beergarden - Dusty Lens - 03-21-2011 He wasn't a sailor. It hadn't really been his "thing" growing up. Funny how that worked. He hadn't stepped foot onto his first boat until well after the dawning realization came that he had somehow became a millionaire, not that being one meant as much as it might have. It still afforded a few cautious stays on Baden Baden and other locals of luxury previously unknown to him. While the experiences of those trips were generally lost on him, the idea of vacation and indulgence being somewhat lost beneath layers of sudden self consciousness and general social anxiety, he had taken the time to go on a sailing charter to see what all the fuss was about. There was a term he learned that day which seemed to apply rather well to his current circumstances. Tacking into the wind. He waved down the tender. Just another whiskey if you could. Rocks. The Reavers were doing well enough. But they were on the verge of losing it. They had built up steam and forged a sincere economic backbone working for Daumann in clearing out the Omegas. Likewise with the strong contract with the Corsairs. They'd done well operating on the principle that the best way to get by was to find as many bodies as one could to pay the bill for each kill without anyone getting the wiser. Too well, maybe. The Corsairs had fallen silent. The IMG was content to stuff its accounts and assume the Colonials would pay to keep the Outcasts off their back. The Colonials were content to sneer when they thought they couldn't be seen and pay out pocket change when they were stuffing their accounts with billions. Tacking into the wind. A sailing craft, even those as sophisticated as today, was largely unable to sail directly into the wind. To go from one side to the other a moment of speed was needed to push from one side of the headwind to the other. If that speed wasn't there then that movement became impossible. He was beginning to worry that they were losing their speed. The Molly board would be closed soon. Of that he had no doubt, his boys were burning Dublin to the ground faster than a fast thing. The Corsairs weren't coming back. The bounties on pirates raiding mining groups were too scattered and too poor. The work was becoming sparse and fractured. Hell. He could barely hope to get the attention of the NLH heads to let them know that they didn't need to get skittish over his awareness of their love affair with the SCRA so long as they didn't pull his bit of work. Maybe it was time to do the smart thing and follow the money while he still had a company to follow it with. Those he'd fought for so far had been good for him. But until he found a bar that accepted past glory as legal tender... Well. Always one body out there needing another body killed. With that he finished his drink, figured "eff it" to the Gaians being fussy and gtfo. He needed to make a few calls and work a few deals. They'd get by. The Green Hell Beergarden - Kontrazec (Somni) - 03-28-2011 Jonah strode into the Hell, frustrated look on his face. He nearly knocked over the man sitting at the bar and installed himself on one of the stools. "Mon, give me one o' dem green tings." As the bartender lowered a glass full of strange-looking green stuff in front of him, Jonah slammed it back, mumbled; "Wexlah...damnit.", growled a bit and then shuffled over to a corner table. He produced a small puppet from somewhere and started dismembering it slowly, obviously imagining some perverse and violent act doing so. The Green Hell Beergarden - Coldzero - 03-31-2011 Hikari pulls Julian along down a path which leads to the a stair case which descends deeper into Islay Base and looks to the floor below. "Well we can't run down the stairs. That could be dangerous." She begins walking with him down the stairs carefully till they reach the bottom. "Here we are." She says playfully. "Uhm.." Hikari begins looking around for a place to sit at. She was never really good at showing people around any part of a base or System. "There!" She yanked on Julian's arm and lead him to an empty table. The Green Hell Beergarden - Osilon - 03-31-2011 Julian follows, trying his best not to stumble as he is pulled along by Hikari. He looks around in bewilderment at the strange atmosphere, seeming a little uncomfortable, however, when they pass through one of the stronger spots of light. He smiles as they reach the table, sitting down opposite Hikari. "Well then..." he started. "Shall we get something to drink, Hikari? Just a glass of water is fine, I don't do well with alcohol." |