I look up at the person. I shrug and finish filling out the application. I finish my ale and walk up to the counter. I place the bottle and the application on the counter.
*I throw the bottle in the trash and take the application. I look at it as I walk to my office. A few minutes later, I return* Congratulations! Yer hired! Here, have some ale, on me. I be in a good mood today... *I grab a bottle of ale and hand it to Peter*
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"Riveter's Rest, eh? Wow, my translator was way off, rest is one of those words that can mean more than one thing in my language, it often leads to unfortunate misunderstandings. As for whether or not you can get me something, is it possible for you to carbonate some ale? If you can, I'll take it, small preferably... oh yeah, I'm wearing my powersuit, can't really drink through this helmet! I'll just take it off." *Her powersuit disintegrates, revealing the person behind the intimidating baritone: A young woman with pale blue skin and antennae wearing a white jumpsuit with a patch on the side that says "Keplerian Engineering Corps" in three different languages.*
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Er... Sure, lass. One second... *Tipp, due to a lack of knowledge of any modern technology, shakes up a bottle of ale so that it becomes fizzy. He gives it to her* Might wanna give t'aht a few minutes.
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I chuckle a bit to myself upon realizing that the person either lacks the technology or the knowledge of carbonation, I make a quick note in my memory chip about this to put it on my official report. I take a sip anyway, because blah blah blah technology directive blah blah blah and all that. If they don't grasp it, don't explain it unless they ask.
I still think that's just a way to make us look like gods to cavemen.
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"Well, I don't have any of your money, and I don't have any valuable metals, but that can be remedied."
I focus my thoughts on gold, probably way more than I need, but hey, never hurts to be safe, and it's not like I'm losing anything but a few particles of antimatter. An almost musical sound is hear and a hunk of gold materializes in my hand.
"Here, this is almost certainly way more than a dollar, but go ahead and take it."
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All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
((I've stopped using the *action* format. Yay!))
My eyes widen as they fixate upon the large hunk of gold. I reach out and take it, placing it on the counter. "Aye, t'ahnk ye lassy! Hehehe! How did ye know that Hobbes loved gold so much? Well, nevermind. T'ahnks again!" I say happily as I carry the gold to my office.
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Jessica blinked several times at her table, amazed by the whole thing that just took place at counter(?] what are those things called where the bartender is and there is stools and stuff again?). This person seemed to be very advanced and smart and such. How did that gold just appear out of nowhere? That was quite a mystery for Jess. Think of all the things you could do with a power like that!
I go and sit down at a table near another customer and start thinking about everything I'm going to do when I get back to Antaria, I do say some of it out loud though, but that's pretty normal for me.
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"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
I take out my computer (Pretty much an IPad with way more processing power) and start working on that assignment I haven't started yet, namely planning the engineering nightmare of yet another Dyson Sphere.
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"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Oliver slowly opens the door the Riveter."...Bluejawed Hagfish Eggs on the menu?" Oiver stares at him as if he had schizophrenia. He takes off his NCR mask an takes a seat at the bar.
(Just curious, but how do you post spoilers,I want to show a bio.)
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The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?
*I throw the bottle in the trash and take the application. I look at it as I walk to my office. A few minutes later, I return* Congratulations! Yer hired! Here, have some ale, on me. I be in a good mood today... *I grab a bottle of ale and hand it to Peter*
Here be dragons
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Here be dragons
I still think that's just a way to make us look like gods to cavemen.
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
I focus my thoughts on gold, probably way more than I need, but hey, never hurts to be safe, and it's not like I'm losing anything but a few particles of antimatter. An almost musical sound is hear and a hunk of gold materializes in my hand.
"Here, this is almost certainly way more than a dollar, but go ahead and take it."
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
My eyes widen as they fixate upon the large hunk of gold. I reach out and take it, placing it on the counter. "Aye, t'ahnk ye lassy! Hehehe! How did ye know that Hobbes loved gold so much? Well, nevermind. T'ahnks again!" I say happily as I carry the gold to my office.
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Here be dragons
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
(Just curious, but how do you post spoilers,I want to show a bio.)
The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?