Spaceship Crew RP: A Journey Across The Galaxy! - Games

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSKvMyruPTA[/media] [img]http://www.auplod.com/u/ladpou4fc2e.png[/img] It was the year 2232, Humanity has reached into the stars and met their alien neighbors with open arms. The United Galactic Community has recently gave them a seat into the board and has declared them a member of the Community. The Galaxy has its moments of fighting and wars but there are some peaceful times. Now it’s the year 2382, bland as ever. The mother ship called Archius XI has recently begun to look for crew members to start their journey across the map, going wherever the Captain feels. Welcome to Space Crew RP! Where players interact with their crewmates in order to journey across the Galaxy. Each day the crew will face unbelievable odds that might threaten them, but with the power of teamwork the ship will survive… hopefully. This game is based on luck and decision, the action of each crew member will probably affect the ship in some other way. Will you survive your trip around the Galaxy? Ship information about the Archius XI will be added soon. A Tvtropes page has been added, edit to your content: [url]http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Roleplay/SpaceshipCrewRP[/url] We even have a Steam Group you can group and connect with your fellow players: [url]http://steamcommunity.com/groups/SpaceshipCrewRP/[/url] [highlight]REMEMBER KIDS, NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN![/highlight] Crew Professions: Now there are a variety of jobs around the ship. Obviously you have your captain of the ship and others that keep everyone safe or satisfied. Anyone could apply for these but you’ll have to send me a PM for Head of whatever or Captains and I’ll roll up a die if more than one applies for them. The rest is yours. [quote][b]Head Command:[/b] Captain, Vice-Captain [b]Security Personnel:[/b] Head of Security, Senior Enforcer, Enforcer [b]Science Personnel:[/b] Head of Science, Biologist, Genetics Scientist, Doctor, Scientist. [b]Engineering Personnel:[/b] Head of Engineering, Technician, Mechanic, Engineer, Robotics. [b]Food Personnel:[/b] Master Chef, Food Critic, Canteen Worker. [b]Basic Jobs:[/b] Hair Dresser, Bartender, Pet Keeper, Janitor, Gardener, Clerk, Scribe.[/quote] Here’s a crew member template. Creativity is encouraged. [quote]Name: Picture(optional): Date Of Birth: Crew Profession: Race: Biography:[/quote] Now the rules, let’s lay it down for the Captains. [b]Captain Rules[/b] 1. Don’t abuse your power, please. 2. Be a good leader, which would mean you don’t try to be some dictator over the ship or ask people to do some silly orders. 3. Act on common sense. 4. Not a rule but people have a vote to demote you for any head of division if you aren’t following these rules. Like some rebel thing 5: Head of Staff are like your advisers, listen to them. 6: Be active, if you're going on vacation or away for awhile PM me, if you're unable to manage the duty then let me know. [b]General Rules:[/b] 1. Play nice, I don’t want any fighting that lasts two pages. 2. Inactive players will be moved to the ignored but you can be moved back to active if you come back as if nothing happened. 3. Creative Races are encouraged but nothing too extreme that seems out of place with this story or a race that’s unkillable. 4. Characters can be killed by other characters BUT the other player who is being killed must approve of it then me. Talk it out. But don’t expect other characters to react well that you killed a member. 5. Stick to your Job, that goes especially for Head of Staff Members, you’re not the boss, you answer to the captains. 6. Due to the large amount of players and upkeep of posts, you should probably use brackets like "[ ]" or "{ }" so people will know you're speaking OOC. Major Features that I will experiment: The Event System: Events are just obstacles that the crew will regularly face, they could last for two posts or maybe even a lot longer depending on RNG. Some events might be beneficial to the crew like finding a relic from thousands of years ago and I’ll let players decide what to do. Or if one event is something out of Alien, the crew might be endangered and if they’re shit out of luck some characters might die. For example let's say some specific character has found out that there's a malfunction near the wiring section of the ship and it's the player's character's decision to discuss with it with others or leave it be, that could lead up to some consequences. Usually it's any person that reacts to the event first. So this is my first RP I've made and I honestly hope I can be the best GM I can be, PM me any suggestions to the rules or game and I'll consider it. [b]Current Map[/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/UyWyyHk.png[/img] [t]http://i.cubeupload.com/Npz6SP.jpg[/t] [b]Current Players:[/b] Head Command: Captain: Jeremy Spacehawk - NPC/[I]Xonax[/I] Security Personnel: Enforcer/(temporary) Head of Security: Varn Merner - kilerabv Senior Enforcer/Weapons Technician: Lion - Viper123_SWE Enforcer: Derrick "Sledge" Hammer - Bathacker Enforcer: Lemmy Kilmister - NPC/[I]Kingy_who[/I] Enforcer: Zarbon Lezardo - NPC/[I]iAmaNewb[/I] Former Head of Security: Viper Solari - Deathgrunt Science Personnel: Genetics Scientist/Head of Science: Arthur Beasley - NPC/[i]Pezgod1[/i] Biologist: Squish - Sparkeagle Doctor: Joseph Heilburg - NPC/[I]iAmaNewb[/I] Scientist: Jordon Freeman - NPC/[I]OfficerLamarr[/I] Scientist/Scribe: Khaen-suas - NPC/[I]Calebic789[/I] Scientist: Nycho Shayus - Radley Morale Specialist: Jeb Jackson - enigmarage Engineering Personnel: Engineering Technician: Kr'fernir - NPC/[I]blorgyboy[/I] Maintenance Technician: Yanim Sidikan - Sega Saturn Chief Atmospheric Technician: John Riker - NPC/[I]Zombie_2371[/I] Engineering Technician/Machinist: Turatko - NPC/[I]Jebediah[/I] Computer Engineer/Electronic Warfare Specialist: Dolosus Zushiki - NPC/[I]ScottyWired[/I] Engineer: Iska Volgrim - Radley Engineer: Pippin Falk - liberalllama Robotics: Isaac Devol - NPC/[I]Zero![/I] Food Personnel: Master Chef: Otso Rottal - NPC/[I]Native Hunter[/I] Chef: Michelle "Mic" Oscar - NPC/[I]windows098[/I] Food Critic: François D'arragant - NPC/[I]Dr.Critic[/I] Basic Jobs: Hair Dresser: Pyrovik Bjordizane - NPC/[I]gerbe1[/I] Bartender: Dwan Theidrum-Ascedor - Damian0358 Pet Keeper: Saint Tussor - NPC/[I]Kalan Yamato[/I] Janitor: Byron - NPC/[I]Sergeant Stacker[/I] Gardener: Zach Bringer - NPC/[I]ChaosUnleash[/I] Scribe: Colin Oxfon - NPC/[I]Potaji[/I]

Ill take Master Chef

Name: Dwan Theidrum-Ascedor Date Of Birth: Unknown, in his early 30s Crew Profession: Bartender Race: Human? Biography: No one really knows where Dwan's from or when he was born. He just appeared at the Archius XI one day, asking for a job. He was offered the position to work as a bartender and he accepted it. No one is sure of his race, but he looks like a human with dwarfism. With red hair and a big, braided beard, he operates the bar, despite not liking the taste of alcoholic beverages. He's known for his stories, which even aliens have described as "other worldly". He keeps his own gun in case things go badly and he's generally seen as a person who doesn't run away from danger.

I wasn't sure how to apply to the other jobs that are not "Heads" so here I go. I haven't played a forum RP in literally years, this should be fun. Name: Saint Tussor Picture(optional): [url]https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4089/5063604544_0f609e7833.jpg[/url] (just pretend he has clothes and there ya go) Date Of Birth: March 1st, 2362 Crew Profession: Pet Keeper Race: Mutated Human (Type 19B) A strange mutation that makes the victim resemble a marble sculpture made by humans in ancient times. Aside from the odd skin pigmentation, people suffering from this disease are otherwise perfectly normal humans. No treatment exists for this, and it's unknown if this mutation causes any more modifications to the person's body. Thankfully, the person's sensitivity to the sun and its ultraviolet rays remains unaffected. Biography: Saint Tussor was born from odd, uneducated farm folk, he only learned about the outside world when he first attended school. His behaviour, love for animals and clear lack of "normal" looks led to an early life of discrimination. Tussor's academics were never very good, and he couldn't get superior education. When opportunity decided to smile at him, he found a job aboard the Archius XI as a Pet Keeper, his speciality. Introverted, self-conscious, not very bright - often confused for a robot, which offends him greatly. If there's such a thing as a scale that determines how much you want to be a certain person, he'd probably be somewhere in the middle between "absolutely not" and "no way".

Are we posting templates in-thread? Name: Arthur Beasley Date Of Birth: 2348 (34 years old) Crew Profession: Genetics Scientist Race: Human, English Biography: Arthur was born in the United Kingdom 34 years ago, growing up with a great interest in human, animal and alien biology alike. Arthur received his Doctorate at quite a young age, specializing in genetics and becoming a fully fledged scientist soon after. 8 years ago however, Arthur's sanity took a turn for the worse. Becoming obsessed with splicing technologies and the perfection of the human body, Arthur begun using his position to procure more and more animals to test on. after trying to splice a chicken and a cow together with horrible results, Arthur was stripped of his job and banned from practicing biology for life when caught in the midst of a kidnapping. Arthur confessed his motives were to create a human-dog hybrid. He was soon ridiculed and assumed to be some kind of crazy furry by society. Arthur disappeared to Europe many years ago, his record mysteriously being wiped clean after a cyber attack on the servers that kept his criminal records on file. Arthur has now managed to get a job aboard the Archius XI, his employers none the wiser about his history. Arthur intends to use the ship as an opportunity to continue his studies without scrutiny.

If you're applying for Head Of Security, Head Of Engineering, Head of Science, Captain, Vice-Captain then PM me. Any other job you can post here.

Name: Otso Rottal Picture:[URL="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4c/e1/b8/4ce1b85f8ec839b0905ae645f9a4e069.jpg"]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4c/e1/b8/4ce1b85f8ec839b0905ae645f9a4e069.jpg[/URL] (Imagine Clothes on him) Date of Birth: June 22nd 2358 Picture of Jingles the Cat:[URL="http://www.allanimalsites.com/news/gallery/how-to-care-for-a-maine-coon-cat/maine_coon_1.jpg"]http://www.allanimalsites.com/news/gallery/how-to-care-for-a-maine-coon-cat/maine_coon_1.jpg[/URL] Crew Profession: Head Chef Race: Orthalon Biography: Otso was born on the planet Yotil IV to two loving parents who were always keen on making sure he ate the best tasting food possible. He was the youngest of seven children and was treated as the baby of the family and receiving extra amounts of love and attention at home, this left him being a generally Jolly and Kind person, he also learned how to wait, being the youngest means you have to wait to play when all the other kids are done. He eventually left home at the age of 16 to go to the finest Culinary School in the galaxy. After 8 years of hard work he graduated at the top of his class, however heavily in debt. This meant he needed to get a job, and what better job than to work as the Head Chef on a Space Ship! However he didn't come alone, he brought with him his best friend in the whole galaxy, Jingles the cat! Kind, Jolly, Patient, and a bit simple Otso is happy to just be around others and is more than willing to show it through giving extra food and talking to someone in their time of need. He is however very sensitive, and the sight of blood leaves him running for cover, However he is fiercely protective of his best friend Jingles, who knows what he'd do if something happened to him...

Name: Joseph Heilburg Picture(optional): [URL="http://media.tumblr.com/5976fb2ae5d7aade74b73785b93ec4dc/tumblr_inline_nb6uhfK4wn1r39rzm.jpg"]http://media.tumblr.com/5976fb2ae5d7aade74b73785b93ec4dc/tumblr_inline_nb6uhfK4wn1r39rzm.jpg[/URL] Date Of Birth: October 9th 2344 Crew Profession: Doctor Race: Human Biography: What he lacks in compassion for the sick, respect for human dignity, and any sort of verifiable formal training in medicine, Joseph more than makes up for with a bottomless supply of giant needles and a trembling enthusiasm for plunging them into exposed flesh. Raised in Germany, Earth during an era when the Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion, he considers healing a generally unintended side effect of satisfying his own morbid curiosity. While he may have a tenuous adherence to medical ethics, he is nonetheless one of the best doctors aboard the Archius XI, maybe even the best in the Galaxy. Just be sure to check that your skeleton is still inside your body after an operation.

[t]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/111996868/2015-1/Space%20Games/scotty.jpg[/t] Name: Dolosus Zushiki Date Of Birth: 22/02/2357 Crew Profession: Computer Engineer, Electronic Warfare Specialist Race: Neo-human Biography: Dolosus was born on Tetrum IX, the farthest planet orbiting Nu2 Canis Majoris. It was a "planned" planet, like a trendy eco-suburb on a cosmic scale. It was a prosperous colony that bought independence by selling huge quantities of advanced ship parts. Dolosus was born while the government was trialling a cybernetics subsidy program, to encourage usage of ethical and safe technology implants. Dolosus received a calculator implant that runs off body heat (with about 98.6% of the processing power used for resolving the incompatibilities between the brain and computer hardware), enabling him to crunch numbers as quickly as he imagines them. Even though Tetrum is an independent system, it still adheres to the United Galactic Community's laws of cybernetics. [B]Dolosus was born just before new implant laws that forbid implants that directly interact with one's intellect,[/B] or "Neo-humans". Many children had implants surgically removed but Dolosus was a grandfathered exception when doctors decided his brain had over-adapted to the implant and removing it would kill him. Being one of the rare few (legal) Neo-Humans, Dolosus was offered highly-paid work as a technician with the Tetrum Defence Forces. The TDF preferred non-lethal warfare, and the best conflicts were the ones where the enemy targeting systems simply stopped working. As the TDF amassed a huge library of pre-made hacks that worked well enough against the various local pirates, Dolosus was left useless and resigned. He had accumulated a large amount of electronic military surplus and sold it to cottage spaceship builders. Dolosus left for the inner worlds and found work on Archius XI during a drinking game.

[i][quote]An advertisement across Earth and many other worlds arrive regarding Archius XI, the eleventh model of the name. Ranging from 200 Meters and capable of full fledged combat along with miner tools to bring back artifacts and resources. Archius is a light militarized class vessel produced and brought to you by HarkArk, one of the biggest galaxy's corporations who hope to spread their products around the Systems. The first Archius XI will soon launch next week. Further questions and interviews will be answered by Chairman Harken Saw.[/quote][/i] I'll need at least four including a captain so we could start. No pressure tho because you could still join even after we launch.

Name:Isaac Devol Picture(optional): Date Of Birth: August 3, 2354 (28 years old) Crew Profession: Robotics Race: Human Biography: Born and raised on a mining outpost at the outer asteroid field in the Milkeyway system. Isaac early on had a fascination for robotics. His fascination just grew after he started helping his father at the mining site where they mainly used robots for drilling and extraction. Isaac is very resourceful since he was used to handle situation without proper equipment or preparation and on the go quick-fixes. After several years of digging in the same holes and fixing the same robot units with the occasional robot augments fixes he had enough. He had heard that there was a ship set for exploration of the unknown with state of the art robotics on board. With little hope of actually being able to join the crew he send in an application. To his surprise they accepted him. Without hesitation he packed his tools and toke the first transport ship he could find to join the Archius XI. What unexplored adventures lies ahead?

Name: Kr'fernir Picture(optional): [url]http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/115/d/6/scrounger_by_corndoggy-d4xjum2.jpg[/url] Date Of Birth: Fourth second-moon fall (May 4, 2350. He's 32 years old.) Crew Profession: Chief Engineer Race: Turl'nir Biography: Kr'fernir is a Turl'nr, a lifeform which subsists primarily on radiation and mineral intake. As such, being the chief engineer is a fine profession. Where others may be endangered by mild radiation leaks, Kr finds them rather enjoyable. Larger ones of course will kill him, even his people understand the value of moderation. Kr'fernir has grown up living in ships and working in and around their systems. He started life in the rad-incubators of a colony ship sent out on a millenia-long mission to another world. His ship arrived at its destination to find that the world that was supposed to be theirs was already colonized by a bunch of things that called themselves 'Humans'. After a very long and boring series of events he wound up serving on their ships.

When can we start?

We're gonna try to start today, I'll be temporary captain so people can get the feel on what are we doing around the game.

Name: Pyrovik Bjordizane Picture(optional): [IMG_thumb]https://image.eveonline.com/Character/92235814_200.jpg[/IMG_thumb] Date Of Birth: 2360 (22) Crew Profession: Retired expert space dogfighter; 80 kills. Now a professional hairdresser. Race: Human Biography: Brought up on a hippy-universe-traversing-solar-sail space craft. When the adult crew of the ship were arrested for possession of high quantities of synthetic hallucinogens. Given their intoxicated nature the only person sober enough to fly the thing was Pyrovik. A small regional conflict led to a series of chance encounters. Pyrovik took the helm of a so called "suicide boat" (one manned small arms, small fuelled space craft). Upon returning from an assault Pyrovik was immediately promoted. No one had ever returned from piloting a suicide boat. In the next four days (the full duration of the conflict) Pyrovik lead a squad to twenty victories and scored 75 recorded kills. After the conflict Pyrovik was employed as a fighter pilot for hire with five further contracted kills. Problem is Pyrovik never wanted to be a fighter pilot. He wanted to be a hair dresser.

That settles it! We're going to space. [quote]The day for launch has come, Archius XI has prepared to give its send off from Earth and into the outer rims. The crowd cheers wildly as the 200 M ship blasts its thrusters, floating gracefully. This has settle a milestone for HarkArk as this ship will prove its worth. Within minutes the ship's attitude has increased until she wasn't on Earth's atmosphere. This was space. The new members of the crew have seen their final departure on Earth, hearing a fade noise on a nearby screen. A illuminated shadow appeared on the screen, the members watching this unexposed man. "Greetings fellow crew, I am Chairman Harken Saw. You've all been chosen for your various talents and skills. Believe me that this is only a small crew and will grow as more joins us. I'm sure you're all curious about why you're standing on this ship in the first place. The truth is your main mission is "The" Oracle. What do I mean by that? The Oracle is an object on this ship, it's something important, something that will change the course of all that is in the Galaxy. Your mission is to bring this object from here to your destination called Termina Central. The details about the Termina are vague and indescribable, until you see for yourselves you're just gonna have to imagine. This mission will take a countless amount of days to accomplish. This isn't your average escort mission nor a delivery package for the mundies." "Believe me for I will reward you greatly. I'm sure you're all aware about the company's shares and revenue. I will pay you so much that you won't have to think about your retirement days, you'll live off in mansions. The Oracle's location is revealed only to the captain. If your captain is killed in the line of duty then I will simply replace him with another member to assume responsibility. Do your jobs and you will be able to get out alive. Farewell..." [/quote] The screen turns off as the crew understands their objectives. The captain should be here on this ship right now everyone wonders. (You guys can talk among yourselves in character now. I'll be right there I just need to finish school today.)

((I assume I can post this here since I got the PM from Doom saying I am the Captain)) Name: Jeremy Spacehawk Date Of Birth: 2350, 12th, August Crew Profession: Captain Race: Human Biography: Ever since a small Boy, Jeremy has always wanted to be a captain of a space crew, in 2367 at the age of 17 he entered the Salvation Space Industry Academy and spent 5 years studying, and 6 years of hard work, he was finally promoted to Vice-Captain, but he wasn't a Captain till he had his own crew and ship. He had a hard time finding either of those and after 2 years of no luck, he was about to give up and just stay as a Vice-Captain. Just as he was about to sign the forms to stay as a Vice-Captain, in 2380, it was reported that the previous Captain of Archius XI was about to retire, after hearing this, Jeremy and some friends who work in the higher ups at the Academy decided to offer Jeremy's services to Archius XI as a Captain. "The Oracle huh?" Jeremy says to himself. "I wonder what it is." Jeremy says to himself. "Alright, before we start heading to Termina Central, is there anything we should do beforehand?" Jeremy asks his crew.

"Have you checked if everything is working properly, captain?", Dwan asks.

"Yes I have Dwan, everything seems to be in working order...except for the clock, I think the clock is behind 5 minutes but I could be wrong." Jeremy said to Dwan.

"Good, seems like we have a competent captain, folks.", Dwan says, now holding the knowledge that Jeremy has some skill.

"Captain, as we do not currently have a head of science on board, may I volunteer to become temporary head until the position has been filled?." Arthur inquires.

"I don't see why not, but don't go too crazy with the medicine, we don't know what the Oracle is, how dangerous it is and how long it takes for us to get to Termina Central, anything could happen and the last thing I want is people being sick and dying." Jeremy said to Arthur.

Arthur laughed heartily. "It's fine, my friend! If we have people getting sick, I can always genetically modify them with the ability to regenerate organs. Though, they might grow a tail or two in the process."

"Hmm, I am not too sure how I feel about genetically modifying people, especially my crew." Jeremy said. "But, if it does help us in battle when we are severely injured, who am I to stop you." Jeremy said to Arthur.

"It will, it will! In fact, I propose that as we stop by other stars and planets, we take acquire alien technologies and lifeforms, for me to experiment with and further my studies for the betterment of the crew." Arthur couldn't contain himself. "It will be magnificent! Glorious! We could generate money and cut ship overhead in half by cloning sentient lifeforms and putting them to work on the ship! Or selling them off to zoo's, or by selling them as pets! And I could spearhead it ALL!" Arthur became red around the gills at the very thought of all the possibilities open to the Archius. "A-ah, excuse me, I must calm down. We should talk about this further in private, alright?"

"If you excuse me, I'm going to the bar.", Dwan says, going to the bar and getting ready for work.

[QUOTE=Pezgod1;47394530]"It will, it will! In fact, I propose that as we stop by other stars and planets, we take acquire alien technologies and lifeforms, for me to experiment with and further my studies for the betterment of the crew." Arthur couldn't contain himself. "It will be magnificent! Glorious! We could generate money and cut ship overhead in half by cloning sentient lifeforms and putting them to work on the ship! Or selling them off to zoo's, or by selling them as pets! And I could spearhead it ALL!" Arthur became red around the gills at the very thought of all the possibilities open to the Archius. "A-ah, excuse me, I must calm down. We should talk about this further in private, alright?"[/QUOTE] "We should yes, but I am just going to say this now, we will not be taking lifeforms against their will, and we will not be experimenting on any non-clone." Jeremy says to Arthur. "Anyway right, so if no one has a problem with starting our Journey towards Termina Central, then let's head off." Jeremy said. The Archius XI then started to move and gain speed. "Okay, now then, if you need me, I will be doing some research on the Oracle, you can find me in the Library." Jeremy said.

Man this seems cool, haven't had a good RP in awhile. I'll make a character tomorrow.

Dwan arrives at the bar. Entering it, he checks the place out. Yup, it's a bar alright. He goes behind the counter to see if everything a bar would have is here. Yup, everything's here. Dwan's satisfied, but there is a question lingering in his head. As he was one of the last people to initially join the crew, he was never told if he was going to get his own room. He ponders if he actually got a room as he inspects the shelves behind him. He notices one of the shelves can be pulled back. Doing so reveals a secret room, containing everything a crew member's room would have. Seems like his room is hidden behind the bar. Oddly, he finds this perfect. He enters the room, changes into his bartender uniform, leaves his stuff inside and goes back into the bar. He sees a media player underneath the counter. Noticing it is connected to a pair of speakers, Dwan decides to pull out a data storage device labeled "Tunes" and inserts it into the media player. He then plays [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZuQdPQPK0E"]a song[/URL] and puts it on repeat. He begins cleaning the bar, noting how dirty it is.

Tussor, eager to start work, rushed to the Zoologic Chamber to know of his tasks, the animals that were brought on board, and the resources that he could use. One parrot. One parrot was the only animal under his care - an extremely rare [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow-headed_amazon"]yellow-headed amazon[/URL], in fact. "Well, I was not sure what I was expecting, anyway" Tussor thought out loud. To his left was a desk, on it was a disposable tablet with instructions, also welcoming the "Pet Keepers" to their new duty. Damned that poor fellow, he was supposed to work with a team but he was left alone? No matter either way, it was only a parrot. One single parrot, a Yellow-headed amazon, in fact. When the bird noticed the particularly white man, it started to whisper loudly, as if it was scared and confused as to what on Earth had happened to that man. Quite intelligent, the little bugger, it even started to sputter the words "O-ra-cle, braww. O-rrra-cole, braww.", which confused Tussor immensely. That god damned one parrot was already causing trouble. One parrot. Responsibly, the man left water and food for the critter and walked to the bar.