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The Green Hell Beergarden - CCI45-px/Probe149 - 02-10-2010 Hearing that, Ted looks up Bring me the same. But both of it. The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 02-19-2010 On the way to his cabin, Banger spies Ted, Umakai & Geoff conversing with one another at the service bar, halfway between the entrance foyer of Hell & the opening down the bend into the central cavern. Wedging his way next to them and not wanting to bother trying to speak over the din, he silently points to the three, signaling the barmaid to place their drinks on his tab, & with another hand signal, invites her to pour them all another round to go. Grabbing his own mug, he moves away from the bar & heads down the corridor as the barmaid dismisses the three with a wave of her hand, inviting them to follow the man with the long gray hair. The three look at each other with a shrug and catch up with Banger around the bend who is leaning up against the rocky wall, already halfway though his beer. "What's up?" he says to them now that they are further from the noise. "I figured you lot might enjoy a bit of a tour & get you away from that dinky lobby bar." Upending the rest of his drink, He throws his mug into the nearest fire pit, heat dissolving the clear coating around it into a gas, causing the container to revert back to the loose sand it was made from. "C'mon then, Daylight's burning." Matthew leads them through the remainder of the corridor & pauses at the large gaping maw that serves as the entrance to Murphy Central: The middle hub of the Level 66 Beergarden Complex. With an exaggerated smile & an equally exaggerated bow, The Banger Grim simply says, "Welcome to Hell M'lads!" He laughs to himself watching their slackjawed expressions as they scan their eyes into just one part of the anonymously run, self contained & overgrown biosphere. The Green Hell Beergarden - jnsereno - 04-30-2010 Alexandra and Sarah enter the bar and head to the bartender. Everyone is staring at them, wondering what the hell are they doing there. The bartender looks at them suspiciously: "What 'll it be, lasses?" "Two cups of green tea" says Alexandra. A few seconds later, a man approaches them and smacks the cup out of Alexandra's hand: "Takes' lot o' nerve to come down here, b*tch!" Alexandra rises and pulls out her revolver, preparing to send the thug into the true Hell. A hand behind her reaches out and stops her. "Not here, sis." says Sarah. Alexandra smiles and whispers to the thug: "I guess it's your lucky day!" She holsters the gun and punches the thug, making him fall unconscious. She sits down and orders another drink. "They'll learn, they always do." The Green Hell Beergarden - etiainen - 09-09-2010 'Well, seems t' be pretty empty t'night.' The bar's ambient light throws a silhouette of a caped man, sitting at a table against his furred friend. His bionic arm reflects a shiny white line onto the wall and ground, amusing the bartender's cat, who keeps playing with it, as if it were a mouse. 'I wonder where everybody's gone to'¦I hope I didn't miss out on somethin' like I always do', he chuckles lightly, letting out a deep sigh, looking out through the window out into the asteroid field. 'I wonder how long this place will remain safe. Them buggers are advancin' every minute, while neither us nor them sassanach armed forces do anything. They're playin' idiot and mouse in Dublin.' he sighs again as he takes another gulp from his glass. ''Ey, is yer plan still valid? Y' know, th' one ta return back an' borrow one of their babies...' The Green Hell Beergarden - SMI-Great.Fox - 09-10-2010 *Bret keeps his focus on the cat as he speak softly* Bret:...I don't know my friend...With everything going as it is and the Zoner Alliance not needing capital support in comparison to what they truly need....*sigh*... *Bret turns to his friend a moment, concern in his yellow eyes as his ears begin to droop* Bret:...With everything how it's been lately...I'm barely able to find a place for Vix and I to live in peace let alone raise a family....I would gladly settle on Gaia...But..its way too close to the front lines to be safe...I no longer know what to do...Just...Keep my family alive and as far from the fighting as possible..I guess... *Bret pauses as he rests his arm back onto the counter, cupping his face in his paws* Bret:....I'm running out of places to hide....And with my sisters found...I don't want to lose them either... The Green Hell Beergarden - DeathsOverture - 09-30-2010 Gregory entered the central chamber of the Green Hell cavern through the northern corridor took a long breath of the fresh air. He paced around searching for his guests. Gregory James Hunt, known by many names through his days, was just starting to feel the cold grip of age clawing at his body. His glorious physique was a distant memory. In this last year his hair had gone completely white from cornflower blond. And while his skin retained the darker hue he had enjoyed in his youth, he now found the color renders his rough exterior akin to a tree's bark. Gregory was mindful of his appearance, and he thought most likely it would soon grant him yet another name. Gregory looked overhead. The first sun would set rather soon - meaning it was late tea time which precluded supper. Not every Gaian practiced the tradition of drinking tea in the evening, or rather at all. While he didn't always honor the tradition, he found it a useful time to have meetings with friends and guests. The Green Hell Beergarden - Moreton - 09-30-2010 A young man, who appears to be in his early twenties walks though the maze of gardens and trees towards one of the smaller bars within the Green Hell. He stops a couple of times too eye up some of the larger clubs and brothels, if he wasn't still in his Order uniform, he'd probably be in one of them now. He staggers into a place called The Green Lion. The exhaustion in his face makes the length of his day clear. He takes a sit at the bar, then realises the bar is next to empty. "What'll it be friend?" "Larger, whether it's from Liberty or Rhineland, I don't care." "All we have is some Bretty ales" "Fine, give me a pint of one, I don't care which" "Long day?" "Long few months..." The barman is instantly distracted by another customer, the man looks around, missing his short conversation, or conversation of any kind. The Green Hell Beergarden - ErikssonJeny - 10-01-2010 Eriksson took the northern stairs down into the Green Hell. He was amazed by the beauty of nature within a asteroid station. He never though it possible for plants to live in a desolate environment such as space. He was looking for Gregory J. Hunt who thoughtful enough invited him to a meeting along with Admiral D'Souza. He saw Mr. Hunt at the table by the window overlooking Gaia and it's sun. Mr. Hunt I presume? The Green Hell Beergarden - DeathsOverture - 10-01-2010 "Mister Ravenov, what a pleasure!" Gregory stood up to shake his guest's hand. A sharp pain traveled through his spine down his left leg, serving as a reminder of his injury. He instantly recovered, hoping his wince went undetected, and extended his arm to Eriksson with a smile. "A pleasure indeed. Please, please have a seat." He waved to the barmaid. "I suppose we should wait for Admiral D'Souza before we discuss business." He smiled at the barmaid. "I will have the usual, my dear." The Green Hell Beergarden - ErikssonJeny - 10-02-2010 It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr.Hunt. I'll have some forest fruit tea and a piece of apple pie, please. -Eriksson smiled to the barmaid. Eriksson sat down at the table. I'm sorry to say Mr.Hunt that the admiral was unable to come to this meeting, but I hope this won't have an affect on it. Eriksson continued. Well, Mr.Hunt, since you called this meeting, you have something to discuss with us? |