17th Parallel Bar

[Manus Celer Dei]

For those of you who don't know, the 17th Parallel bar has been a series of long freeform role playing threads that exist to provide some entertainment and to give 17th more of a "feel" to it. Basically this thread is set in the 17th Parallel space station bar, where pilots go for drinks after killing each other or what have you. Characters have almost no limitations on their actions or existance, for example someone like DW can play as a Sentient wolf addicted to bacon, or as a robot killing machine with a 47% share in the station itself, whatever.

 

The few rules governing your posts are as follows:

The bar may not be destroyed in any post

You may not post any actions or reactions that other characters take towards you

Your character may not have any superpowers (ie. you are not indestructable)

 

Any post that breaks any of these rules is completely ignored for the purposes of the rest of the thread.

 

 

The setting:

 

The 17th Parallel bar is a large establishment built with the original station hull in 2464 GC, making it the oldest establishment of its kind throughout the station reaches. Bar counter itself is made of real wood imported directly from Earth, but with that exception the rest of the bar is furnished in moulded plasteel replicas of the originals. In the far corner from the bar is a lounge area that has as its centerpiece an old style holographic display showing the local station newscast.

 

The bartender Richard Arbury, is an ex-Alliance Commando who earned the nickname Swift Hand of God after the defence of the Alliance colony on Tau Ceti IV against the Ithkul, where he personally directed 12 seperate tactical Fusion strikes against enemy hardpoints which turned the tide of the long fought battle. Arbury has been the sole owner and bartender of the 17th Parallel Bar since 2732 GC. It is now 2812 GC.

[Guest Sharkfan]

*Heads up to the tavern and enters the one next to it*

[Tipme]

*a mysteriously young man enters the bar, covered in a brown cloak.

in his hands...a bowl of rice...sits at the far edge of the bar *

[Guest Sharkfan]

A mysterious cloaked figure walks into the tavern,holding his staff he slides through the table side and sits,smacking his staff on the ground he speaks,"Sunshine Tequila,on the double."

[reload]

*Using his Jav, reload flies trough space. Suddenly, he notices that the bar re-opened*

 

Cool, the bar re-opened!

 

*after he parked his Jav, he walks into the bar and walks up to Richard Arbury*

 

Hey Richard, I see you've finally re-opened the bar. Cool . Can I get a beer?

 

*after he finishes his beer, he says bye to the bartender and flies away in his Jav*

[Night Fox]

For those of you who don't know, the 17th Parallel bar has been a series of long freeform role playing threads that exist to provide some entertainment and to give 17th more of a "feel" to it.  Basically this thread is set in the 17th Parallel space station bar, where pilots go for drinks after killing each other or what have you.  Characters have almost no limitations on their actions or existance, for example someone like DW can play as a Sentient wolf addicted to bacon, or as a robot killing machine with a 47% share in the station itself, whatever.

 

The few rules governing your posts are as follows:

The bar may not be destroyed in any post

You may not post any actions or reactions that other characters take towards you

Your character may not have any superpowers (ie. you are not indestructable)

 

Any post that breaks any of these rules is completely ignored for the purposes of the rest of the thread.

 

 

The setting:

 

The 17th Parallel bar is a large establishment built with the original station hull in 2464 GC, making it the oldest establishment of its kind throughout the station reaches.  Bar counter itself is made of real wood imported directly from Earth, but with that exception the rest of the bar is furnished in moulded plasteel replicas of the originals.  In the far corner from the bar is a lounge area that has as its centerpiece an old style holographic display showing the local station newscast.

 

The bartender Richard Arbury, is an ex-Alliance Commando who earned the nickname Swift Hand of God after the defence of the Alliance colony on Tau Ceti IV against the Ithkul, where he personally directed 12 seperate tactical Fusion strikes against enemy hardpoints which turned the tide of the long fought battle.  Arbury has been the sole owner and bartender of the 17th Parallel Bar since 2732 GC.  It is now 2812 GC.

Hmm 8 days a week

[Manus Celer Dei]

Manus serves everyone their drinks.

 

After cleaning the bar counter, Manus walks up to one of the tables by the lounge and places a reserved holo on it. Manus then transmits an encrypted charter notification to the 17thNets secondary AI communications node.

[Cid Firefist]

An unmysterious, three-legged, naked hermaphrodite floats into the bar on its magical pineapple. Its breath smells like warm pudding and its skin is rough like coarse sandpaper. Disregarding the holo, it sits at the reserved table and howls two words, "The usual."

[Omega Ody]

*Flies in unnoticed in his cloaked weasel*

 

*Gets out, and leaves 3 small burst bombs inside Ricebowl's -*BAD WORD*-pit*

 

"Hehe."

 

*A mysterious, cloaked man tries to walk in cooly, but stumbles over a hobo in the doorway, trips over one of the hermphrodites 3 legs, and bumps his head on the wooden bar.*

 

*Getting up, he says*

 

"Yeah, I meant to do that. Vodka, on the rocks."

 

*Rubs head*

[Guest Sharkfan]

*Stumbles through a portal that brings him to 14AD.**

[Tipme]

HEY LOOK EVERYBODY ITS OMEGA OLDY

*gives him a lil punch in the shoulder , but being SO VERY STRONG that lil punch flew right thru the wall*

"oh sorry oldy"

"i need some nyquil"

[Vile Requiem]

(Out of the strange time vortex that Deus found comes a human female. Her clothes would date her to somewhere in the Middle Ages, because they are a set of armour.

 

A Light blue set of armour to be exact. Tis obviously full plate, that opens at the waist where brown pants flow down into a sky blue set of heeled boots. In one of her two gauntlets is held a disturbingly beautiful sword.

 

Her face is spot on beautiful. Blond hair, blue eyes, oval facial structure.)

 

*Looks around at the holodeck then sighs looking at the sword in dismay*

 

-*BAD WORD*-, got the years mixed up on this thing, I wanted 1218, not 2812...Ah well, best see what's up.

 

*goes over to the bar*

 

Ahoy barkeep, do you people still have a nice stiff brandy in this day and age? And what are those contraptions over there? *points at the weasel, yes, the WEASEL, yes, I know it's cloaked*

 

 

OOC: Had to make use of the portal somehow I had my friend draw up this exact design.

[Omega Ody]

*Laughs at Rice because he punched a hole in the wall*

 

"Heh, you may be physically stronger than I am, but my use of grammar allows me to avoid many of your attacks. And if you want, yes, you may call me Oldy. If that's how you like it, then so be it."

 

*Is still waiting for my Vodka."

[Cid Firefist]

*Hermaphrodite gets up and flies over to the medieval chick on its magic pineapple*

"Hey lady, I got what you want right here."

*Puckers its lips*

[Vile Requiem]

*In one swift motion, stabs the magic pinapple, extends her arm to the right (thus bringing the pinapple with her arm and the sword), then flings everything forward, making the pinapple with the hermaphrodite go careening into the ship hangar, where the pinapple splatters all over the cloaked weasel, which promptly becomes uncloaked thanks to pinapple juice*

 

*turns back towards the bar, muttering to herself something that sounds much like "moron"*

[Cid Firefist]

*Punches the bar in anger*

"You shouldn'ta gone and done that lady."

*It grunts and strains as if powering up when out pops another magical pineapple from its enormous mouth*

"Just wait, lady! I'll be back, and when I do, you'll be sorry! Nobody touches a member of the Fruity Fly-Boyz without suffering the consequences!"

*Flies off on its second magical pineapple and barely misses a head-on collision with a Warbird.*

[Omega Ody]

*Stares in shocked disbelief at the now pineapple-ly smelling weasel*

 

"Aw, now why did you have to go and do that? I just had it buffed. Well, *sigh*, its ok, since you're a pretty lady, I'll let it go. Want me to buy you a drink?"

[Tipme]

*pushes oldy out of the way*

"no...ill buy u a drink , anything less than 2.50$"

[Omega Ody]

"No, no, I INSIST."

 

*Kicks Ricebowl in the shin and pushes him out of the bar*

[Tipme]

OWWWWWWWWW that hurt

OWWWWWWW that hurt

OWWWWWWW that hurt

OWWWWWWW that hurt

OWWWWWWW that hurt

OWWWWWWW that hurt

[Manus Celer Dei]

Manus shakes his head in disappointment and serves everyone their drinks, he then calmly reaches under the counter and pulls out a neutrino fusion bolt pistol, arms it, and in a quiet voice says: "Any more fighting and some people will be leaving this establishment in several buckets."

[Omega Ody]

*stares in disbelief at the neutrino fusion bolt pistol that Manus so calmly holds pointed at his head*

 

"WOW! I've always wanted one of those! Where can I get one?!? Oh, and yeah, I'll be nice."

[Cokey Flo]

(Flo stands outside the bar, and follows the pineapple juice trail leading inside)

 

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Cid Firefist]

*appears from dark corner*

"You will do nothing of the sort, Swift!"

*Rips off the fake middle leg to reveal a giant Ithkulian Death Rifle*

"I have waited a long time for this Richie boy! Your victory at Tau Ceti IV was a fluke!"

*Tears off the life-like mask to reveal the hideously burnt face of an Ithkul.*

"You left me for dead all those years ago, but my time in the Naturian Cryogen Tank has allowed for my near complete recovery! I, Captain Cid Firefist of the Ithkul BlackPhyre Raiding Squad, am here to take your life! You are an ingenious strategist, Swift, BUT CAN YOU DUEL?!?!?"

*Shoves gun against bartender's head*

[Tipme]

thanks manus for his drink and about killing anyone who fights again

"so..Captain Cid Firefist , I , Ricebowl of the Nine , challenge YOU , to a DUEL!"

"Let's go , there's a dueling arena over there...oh man 20 bucks to duel. Hey Cid you got 20 bucks? anyone?"