The Blue Moon

[Daerune]

He took a moment thinking of his answer. "They just find that a Eighteen year old who makes it into the Primary fleet above some of the older... secondary fleet members a little bit intimidating I guess." He would look at Clay then would give him a few light slaps to the face. "Wake up Sleep head."

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[Trim]

"Well, if they aren't good enough servicemen and women, they won't be promoted, eh?" he paused. "Oh, yeah, leave Clay, he gets really annoyed when you wake him, best leave it to a pro..."


Meanwhile Woodrow pulled out a permenant marker and handed it over to Dangen. "Would you like to do the honours" he said while grinning.

"Well, if they aren't good enough servicemen and women, they won't be promoted, eh?" he paused. "Oh, yeah, leave Clay, he gets really annoyed when you wake him, best leave it to a pro..."


Meanwhile Woodrow pulled out a permenant marker and handed it over to Dangen. "Would you like to do the honours" he said while grinning.

[Dart]

After a rather disturbing turn of events, Lieutenant Leroy Lancelot entered The Blue Moon with a worry on his face.
"a watering hole huh... " he said to himself searching for the bartender.
"Certainly there has to be a bartender around here.... I mean, what the hell is a bar without a bartender?"
With no avail, Leroy notices the vending machines.
"So this is what they've come to now? Trying to save up money for more garbage spending? *sigh* "
After browsing the selection of drinks, Leroy finds nothing of particular interest. That is, until he found a generic machine that happened to have some of his favorite canned tea,
"excellent" he mutters.
"I think ill take four. Heh, tea in a bar. This is gonna be great!"
After quick browsing over the tables, Leroy Finds Michael Clay and Robert Woodrow.

He comes to the table, seeing Clay sleeping, his face on the table, drooling.
Leroy opens up a can of tea and starts sipping.

"Robert, draw some whiskers on him. Oh and don't forget to color the nose."

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[Daerune]

Christopher takes the marker. "With pleasure of course sir... since you ordered me to do it." he gives a mischievous grin then starts to draw on Clays face drawing glasses, love heart flower then eventually carrys on with a tribal tattoo design on his next before clicking it back and handing it back to Woodrow. "Mission accomplished sir." He takes his drink and drains it. "And here some people think that we don't have a sense of humor.... and for a fact I am not Robert... I am ens." He'd get cut off as his PDA goes off. "Scratch that, I'm Lieutenant Christopher Dangen." He gave a small smile taking the pen again before coloring in the nose.

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[Dart]

"Ah sorry about that... i mean, umm ... crap" Leroy Bangs his head on the table.
"There, that should cure my insanity for the moment, " The noise of Leroy's faceplant startled Michael a bit. It isn't clear whether he will wake.

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[Trim]

Woodrow took back the pen and drew a huge unibrow on Clay, before putting the marker back in his pocket.

"If he asks, say some drunken Ensigns- drunken female Ensigns did it" he winked to the two.

"So, how are you lads finding the Armed Forces for yourselves" he asked.

[Slainte]

Jack Frost entered the " Blue Moon ", smoke still pouring from his uniform after just managing to land his Templer in the Derby's hanger bay.
His throat was on fire from the smoke and he needed a drink, any drink to slate his thirst. He reached the dispensers and punched a button to get his drink. Swiftly raising it to his mouth he drank deeply, turning round at the same time to see who else was in the bar.
Spotting Clay asleep at the table in front of him, drooling and looking like a dead cat, whiskers and all, Frost nearly choked with laughing.
"Well bloody hell" he said " Now that is some fine artwork right there "

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[Trim]

Woodrow nodded "glad you like it Sir, you gonna be staying for a bit then". Woodrow waggled the marker in his direction.

[Dart]

Leroy had much deliberation making a response. "How the BAF is doing for me now..."

after a 10 second pause, Leroy finally blurbed.
"I'm not sure... at first it was what i expected... You know, returning to serve officially, this time with an actual VHF. But after Adama was.... " Leroy took a moment to look around to make sure nobody else was in the conversation
"infected.... I don't know what to think... I always thought that Bretonia never had a problem with them illegal immigrants... but Adama? I don't know who to trust anymore. Its almost as if.... as if the BAF never intended us to win this war... "

"Sorry if you don't know what I'm talking about Dangen, I just have to let you figure it out."

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[Slainte]

Frost looked at the pen Woodrow offered, smiled and said " Ah, but i would only waste a masterpiece. Besides i really need to get out of this smoking wreck of a uniform and catch up on paperwork. Seems i got some Bounty payments to make "
With that Frost knocks back the rest of his drink and trailing a plume of smoke leaves the " Blue Moon "

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