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The Green Hell Beergarden - Marburg - 07-26-2012
......::Awaiting answer::
"Oh, for f***'s sake!!"
::Being impatient isn't going to speed anything up, you know::
::Awaiting answer::
"Screw it."
::Call ended::
"Has the ship docked?"
::Information encrypted. Would you like to decrypt?::
"Nae, that's ok."
::Really? But why not?::
"Just...call Riley Mackenzie!"
::Well, you don't have to shout, Mr. Grumpymorning::
::Awaiting answer::
::Awaiting ans-::
"You've reached Riley's Psychic Subgenius Trucking Company. We know who you are and what you want, so at the sound of the tone, hang up."
"Oi. It's me. drop me a line when you return to 'burrah. I want to know if you're in the know of anyone who knows about a Gallic vessel in the Islay fog. Later mate."
Dimi storms back across the alley and into his apartment; emerging angrily less than a minute later, heading towards the Upper Islay docking bay carrying a dose of sodium pentothal and a machete.
"Oh, for f***'s sake!!"
::Being impatient isn't going to speed anything up, you know::
::Awaiting answer::
"Screw it."
::Call ended::
"Has the ship docked?"
::Information encrypted. Would you like to decrypt?::
"Nae, that's ok."
::Really? But why not?::
"Just...call Riley Mackenzie!"
::Well, you don't have to shout, Mr. Grumpymorning::
::Awaiting answer::
::Awaiting ans-::
"You've reached Riley's Psychic Subgenius Trucking Company. We know who you are and what you want, so at the sound of the tone, hang up."
"Oi. It's me. drop me a line when you return to 'burrah. I want to know if you're in the know of anyone who knows about a Gallic vessel in the Islay fog. Later mate."
Dimi storms back across the alley and into his apartment; emerging angrily less than a minute later, heading towards the Upper Islay docking bay carrying a dose of sodium pentothal and a machete.
The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 08-15-2012
"Ok, wait." interrupted Banger as he continued stitching up the large gash on the Dockmaster's shoulder. "Slow down and tell me again exactly what happened."
He didn't really need to hear it though. The chaos around him already told the story. Dimi had obviously suffered another psychotic break...Banger only wanted to keep the man (obviously slipping into shock from blood loss) awake and talking.
"...came in waving a machete and demanding answers. I had no idea what he was on about. I only just clocked in for the morning shift, but he was too feral and I was too slow..."
The mans words faded into background noise as Matthew thought back to the last time his nephew went off the deep end like this. Last time however, there was no collateral damage like there is now. Last time, he simply snapped his godfather's neck in the center of an arena in front of an audience. Twisted his head completely around, facing backward.
"...slashed at anyone that stepped in his way, screaming about Gallic spies and skunky ale...boarded his Claymore and blasted out the bay doors...lost three of my deckhands into the vacuum before I was able to get to the emergency override..."
He didn't really need to hear it though. The chaos around him already told the story. Dimi had obviously suffered another psychotic break...Banger only wanted to keep the man (obviously slipping into shock from blood loss) awake and talking.
"...came in waving a machete and demanding answers. I had no idea what he was on about. I only just clocked in for the morning shift, but he was too feral and I was too slow..."
The mans words faded into background noise as Matthew thought back to the last time his nephew went off the deep end like this. Last time however, there was no collateral damage like there is now. Last time, he simply snapped his godfather's neck in the center of an arena in front of an audience. Twisted his head completely around, facing backward.
"...slashed at anyone that stepped in his way, screaming about Gallic spies and skunky ale...boarded his Claymore and blasted out the bay doors...lost three of my deckhands into the vacuum before I was able to get to the emergency override..."
"Oh f#^%!" Banger mumbled to himself, feeling somewhat guilty for hanging up on Marburg this morning, most likely being the catalyst that set him off the edge.
The Green Hell Beergarden - Marburg - 08-15-2012
Uncle Matt...Brewed some bad beer last night & got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Neural Net implant giving me migraines again. Might've overreacted a wee bit on my way out the door. Can't remember how blood got on my clothes. Off to Invergordon for a break away from it all for a while. Call me.
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - Marburg - 03-09-2013
:
imi McEwan, proprietor of the Green Hell Beergarden Biosphereic Complex, listens to the comm as his stomach sinks:: (03-09-2013, 10:15 PM)The Banger Grim Wrote: Pull up your socks & grab your...beer mugs.
My name is Matthew Grim of the Gaian Circle. You are all cordially invited to participate in a humble little Green Hell pub crawl, on me.
What could possibly go wrong? Besides, when a new day dawns, it's always better to wake up regretting something you have done than something you haven't, yeah?
I'm en route to Islay now & will hammer out the particulars of the bill with management when I arrive this evening. Set your waypoints & prepare to live a little more than usual.
What say you? Are you our kinfolk or are you simply a walking hairy green puss with delusions of kinship?
::He attempts to call his uncle to yell at him a little, but all he gets is a voicemail:
"Oi. this is Banger. I can't get to your call just now, but if you'd like to leave a message, I'd be happy to ignore it in the order received. Now if you could be so kind as to f*** off, I'd appreciate it."::
"S***!" Dimi mumbles angrily under his breath. "MEDICS!...GET OFF YER ASSES! COMPANY'S COMIN'!"
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 03-10-2013
::Matthew Grim enters Trees Lounge on the banks of the Erinloch Reservoir, within one of the five caverns of the Green Hell Beergarden, deep inside the bowels of Islay Station::
Marburg McEwan leaps over from behind the bar at the sight of his elder with a wide smile and open arms...and belts the old man across the jaw.
"What the hell were you thinkin' old man?! Would a preparatory warning have killed you?!"
"Well met, Dimi." Banger said in reply; rubbing the side of his face. "I've missed your scarred, ugly ass...I take it the first round is on you, then?"
"You too, ya Bastard...and aye, I can swing a round or two for ya."
They laugh and embrace like brothers in a proper, long overdue greeting.
"Anyone show up so far?" Banger asked.
"No," replied Dimi. "but the moonlights just turned on, so it's still early yet."
"Cool. Crack open some of that top shelf whiskey of yours from the Abyss while we wait and I'll go outside & wrangle a couple of scorpions off the cavern wall."
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - farmerman - 03-10-2013
Dan McKay had also received the comm message talking about the upcoming get together. He was looking forward to a laid back time after so much important business. He grabbed the bowl of dip he had made and walked across the hall. He knocked on the door and Padraig Oak answered with a fancy green bottle in each hand.
"You ready?" Dan asked. Padraig nodded and the two of them walked down toward the Green Hell, making small talk along the way.
The two also entered the Trees Lounge where Dimi and Banger were bonding over punches and whiskey.
"Hey guys, I brought dip!" Dan said, a bit too cheerfully.
"And I grabbed some Gaian Absinthe," Padraig said. "The good kind, even, from down planetside.
"What's with the scorpions though?" Dan asked, thoroughly confused.
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - Riley Mackenzie - 03-11-2013
"If you'd see fit to let me have some of that Absinthe of yours," Riley said, quietly sitting back at the table behind the pair with his boots up. "I'll be happy to show you both."
He rose to his feet and properly introduced himself, extending both hands to the two Gaians. "Riley Mackenzie. Good to meet'cha."
"Oh! I know you!" Dan said, shaking one of his hands. "Well, not 'KNOW, know', but I know of you...Padraig, this is the Zoner who bankrolled the NLH back in the day."
"Nice!" Padraig replied, shaking the other. "Good to meet you too!"
"Well, I'm not a Zoner anymore." said Riley. "I've been living off the grid and just allowed myself be carried by the trade winds for a time. For a while there, I had a Juggernaut parked on top of Copinsay, Orkney with the intention of using it as a colony ship for homeless misfits and a live music venue, but when the Gauls came ripping through the system, they blew my early retirement all to s*** a couple of weeks before the grand opening and pissed me right off."
"That Sucks." The two Gaians said in unison.
"Yeah." he quietly agreed.
"So, let's get some glasses sent over here & get to drinking until Uncle Banger decides to stop knobsnoggin' with Burg over there and gets around to collecting a few crawlies for us.
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - farmerman - 03-12-2013
"Now that introductions have been made," Padraig said, "Please tell me more about these scorpions." With that, he handed the absinthe to Riley.
Just as he took a seat, a ruckus erupted near the entrance. This time it wasn't Banger and Dimi, but another group of Gaians entering the area. Loudly.
First came "Clockwork" Evans, the explosive experts whose bombs always went off like clockwork. He stumbled through the entrance way with a keg in his hands and the scent of synthetic marijuana about him. "Ah, we're here!" he shouted as he walked through. "One of the kegs was even left."
Following him came Catalina de Leon, the Corsair-turned-Gaian, who was also noticably inebriated. "Oh, si," she said, "We, uh, got hungry on the way, but we only had salty snacks, so of course we HAD to have something to drink."
She was helping Will, who had trouble using the prosthetic legs he had acquired following the attack on Glendale. Of course, the booze didn't help. "Dimi!" he yelled toward his old friend. "I thought you got dead, at least twice now."
Last came "Nightshade" Watson, also helping Will. He was the only one of the group who didn't appear intoxicated at all. He was an odd one, rumors circulating that he had lived on Gaia's surface for decades until recent events drew him to the skies. He nodded quietly to the assembled group while helping Will to a chair.
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - Marburg - 03-17-2013
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Damien turned from Banger towards the familiar voice and bolted towards it with an ear to ear grin.
"Well, well, well! William Effin' George! As I live and breathe!!" He gave his old NLH compatriot an emphatic hug, knocking Nightshade and Catalina a little off balance. "Where the hell have you been, Brother? I've missed you, Dude!"
"I've been around." Will replied, smiling back. "You should make the trip to Holmfirth more often, you anti-social freak!"
They crack a couple of jokes upon one another, until Will stops to introduce the pair at his side. Damien greets them both graciously. I want you both to know: If there's anything you need; I mean anything! Please...Don't hesitate to ask Banger, no matter what it is. I hate people, but I love gatherings...Ok, seriously. I do hate people, but If you two are willing to bleed for Gaia, I'm willing to rip out anyone's throat that gets in your way. Will trusts you two, so I will as well. Mr. Watson, Ms. de Leon, Welcome to Hell."
"Well, well, well! William Effin' George! As I live and breathe!!" He gave his old NLH compatriot an emphatic hug, knocking Nightshade and Catalina a little off balance. "Where the hell have you been, Brother? I've missed you, Dude!"
"I've been around." Will replied, smiling back. "You should make the trip to Holmfirth more often, you anti-social freak!"
They crack a couple of jokes upon one another, until Will stops to introduce the pair at his side. Damien greets them both graciously. I want you both to know: If there's anything you need; I mean anything! Please...Don't hesitate to ask Banger, no matter what it is. I hate people, but I love gatherings...Ok, seriously. I do hate people, but If you two are willing to bleed for Gaia, I'm willing to rip out anyone's throat that gets in your way. Will trusts you two, so I will as well. Mr. Watson, Ms. de Leon, Welcome to Hell."
RE: The Green Hell Beergarden - farmerman - 03-21-2013
"Good to know you don't hate Gaians. That would be a bit of an issue!" Clockwork said.
"I'm really more of a Corsair originally." Catalina said. "You don't hate me do you?" She squinted at Damien as she wobbled slightly. At this, Dan seemed to show up as on cue and greeted Catalina with a big smile on his face.
Will meanwhile stumbled over to the nearby table where the others were drinking the absinthe and had a seat.