[open RP] Vice City, a secret bar on Planet Curacao.

[Marcellus]

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ID: Cpt. Marcel Dumas
Location: Somewhere on Planet Curacao

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"I'll end up lost, I'm sure." Marcel was thinking to himself "I've never been in those buildings. All the captain lounges are on the opposite side of the platform, probably this place it's even forbidden to unauthorized persons". Another hallway, second corridor to the right, two doors to open. At one point he tought mr. Ashton had made fun of him "Damn libertonian, I'll make him pay somehow when I'll manage to get out of here". Suddenly, after the umpteenth turn, the red door cited on captain Ashton mail appeared in front of the Gallic captain.
"Well, kinda unexpected actually. Maybe is not entirely a joke"
He put an ear to the door: no voices or sound.

*Knock Knock*

"Yes?"

"ehm" The answer had taken him off guard
"Long last...sacrebleu no wait, long live Dionysus!"

The door opened: four new faces for him looked him up and ceased to do whatever they were doing.
Quite uncomfortable he started to move towards the bar when a familiar voice broke the silence:
"Marcel! You made it, finally!

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Have a pleasant flight!