Abraxas after a short minute rose from his booth and studied the decor of the place. No one seemed to have been here recently and a Bartender's tools were unused. That meant the Alcohols, the speed racks, the soda guns, the ice bins, the glassware, glass riggers,bar mats, jugglers, blenders, measuring tools, the juices, and finally mixers were left to everyone. Abraxas shrugged and wiggled his fingers, going to work.
She reaches out and shakes Alex's hand. "Taylor Caine. Mercenary." she says, giving Amelia a smile.
"Right. Since we're introduced, how about we go to the bar. My treat."
"Sounds good to me. I've been craving a drink for the past three days." she said, nodding once.
Amelia extends her arms out like an airplane and dashes to the bar swirving from side to side.
János checked the Brig out. It looked like any other standard Brig. Nothing surprising. He searched the Brig a little, seeing a little locked wall-mounted box, before finding the room he was looking for; the interrogation room.
The room was standard procedure; a table, a lamp, two chairs, and isolation. He thought to himself how reminiscent the room was to the one he used to be in. The only thing that really stood out was how the room was of a lighter color, rather than a darker one. He'd have to rectify that at some point. He needed the utmost perfection in order to do his interrogation technique. He'd want everything to look bleak, as to make sure that he looked like the prisoner's only possible friend.
Having inspected his working quarters, he returned to his room. He checked his gun stash. He carried three guns he called "Tripistolia pacem", or the three pistols of peace. Though, he liked the name "Parapacem" the most. His collection consisted of a Mauser C269, a laser semi-automatic, a Quandt P80, a plasma semi-automatic, and a Walther P888, a kinetic semi-automatic. He preferred semi-automatic pistols above anything, especially these three.
He smiled as he checked his pistols. He has used each gun three times each. Thankfully, he only maimed with them. Some people like to think a nice guy wouldn't be prepared for a sneak attack with a shank. He put the guns back in their cases.
He realized that he hadn't really interacted with the rest of the crew yet. He got out of his room and started walking aimlessly around the ship, thinking that walking around like a moron would lead him to social interaction.
Name: Ahaz
Picture or Physical Description: [t]https://i.imgur.com/RBia5Om.jpg[/t]
Birthdate: 2365
Race: Human
Profession: Bartender
Bio: Ahaz signed up to bartend. That's it.
Special Skills or Attributes: Exceptionally good bartender
Alexander looks at Taylor. "Guess we don't have to tell her twice." He led the way to the bar. After a few moments they arrived at the bar. Alex noticed that somebody had already beaten them to their destination. "Heh. Whenever there's an open bar, somebody will always beat you to it."
Amelia runs over to the bar and makes herself a hot chocolate.
Abraxas at the nick of time made his own drink after studying the tools he had at his disposal for a few minutes, one pint size glass and a drink that spewed out cool beer. He pulled something out of his pocket and revealed a small vial. Popping the cork he squeezed the coal and planted two drops into the drink, turning the beer into a black dark and grueling liquid. He nodded and grabbed the drink, sitting down in his booth.
Ahaz walks into the bar. "Get the fuck away from my bar sweetie." He says calmly.
As Jag walked through the repeating, metal corridors that lead to the bridge. He found an increasing number of crew mates heading towards the bar if it's the blueprint of the ship is correct that displayed through it's implant. The thought of observing it's fellow crew member more closely felt like an interesting goal to do on it's side before heading towards the bridge, through alcohol is effectively unless to an Silicon-based life form. Understanding it's allies act in an social environment would prove quite useful in the long therm it concluded.
And as such, the Sanghvi entered the bar. Preferring lean onto the counter as the stools and chairs weren't made with the use of stone like tentacles in mind.
Amelia takes a few sips, hears the random man, then puts the hot chocolate down in a hurry like she broke her mom's vase. "Is... are you the bartender?"
Abraxas watched the amount of crewmates entering the bar, increasing while he found his straw to suck on through his induction port. He stared at them until he made a sip.
Ahaz smiles. "Yep. Now go back to the customer's side. I'll forgive you this once." He walks around to the bartender's side and says, "So what'll it be?"
Bucky smiles when Mattheas finally seems to come down from Cloud 9. "I was just checking over the systems. Everything is working at peak efficiency. We've got an easy job, everything here is new or top-notch custom work."
Amelia walks to the customer side, then leans on the counter, "Uh," she clears her throat, "Hot chocolate... um, please."
[QUOTE]"Heh. Whenever there's an open bar, somebody will always beat you to it."[/QUOTE]
"Usually how it goes." said Taylor, as she walked in next to Alex. She looked over and noticed that the bartender had arrived as well. She walked over and sat at the counter.
"A Screwdriver, please." she requested, before glancing at the alien arriving next to her.
Alex looked around the bar. He did a friendly wave towards Abraxas before turning his attention towards the bartender. "Where were you? Most important job on the ship and you we're nowhere to be seen." He smiled. "Pour me a whiskey." One last thing caught his attention. The heavy Sanghvi entering the bar. "Oh, you are big."
Ahaz makes the screwdriver first and hands it to Taylor. He then makes a hot chocolate, adds some whiskey to it, and serves it up to Amelia. Once he finished making the drinks, he rests on his elbow.
[editline]14th February 2016[/editline]
"I was around getting supplies set up." Ahaz pours a whisky and hands it to Alex. "What's new?"
Abraxas quickly saw a Human give him a friendly wave at him, beneath his respirator he rolled his eyes, taking gulp after gulp and eavesdropped.
And as the lumbering Alien glanced back it's comrade in the trade. Gently turning it head to make eye to eye or at least eye to head contact with the soft-carbon.
"Greetings, fellow freelancer.", Jag said through the implant mounted into the side of it's head. "Or at least I presume you are from you're gear and body language tells." It ponder through the deep, synthetic voice of it's implant.
Amelia takes the drink and looks around the room for someone new to meet. She sees a man sitting at a table wearing a respirator, and decides to go and greet him. "Hiya, I'm Amelia," she takes a sip of her hot chocolate, "I'm the ship's human and xenobiologist so I get to poke stuff and write it down," she takes another sip of her drink, "And you are?" she takes yet another sip of her beverage.
[QUOTE]What's new?[/QUOTE]
"What's new is that the boss got this crew together." He said as he took his drink.
[QUOTE]Greetings, fellow freelancer. Or at least I presume your are from your gear and body language.[/QUOTE]
"Haven't been freelancing for a few years now, but I never lost the habits. I'm Alexander. The ship's cook."
[QUOTE]"Greetings, fellow freelancer.", Jag said through the implant mounted into the side of it's head. "Or at least I presume you are from you're gear and body language tells." It ponder through the deep, synthetic voice of it's implant.[/QUOTE]
Taylor looked at him for a moment, studying his...'face'.
"Yeah, I'm a merc. Taylor Caine. And you are...?" she asked, after taking a drink from her beverage.
Oh great, another Human. Abraxas looked up and took the straw off his induction port, staring at the biologist named Amelia. Though judging by her body language and eccentric attitude, Amelia must be this friendly all the time. He concluded she must be some kind of Genki Girl... In Human terms. But why on this ship would she sign up for this job after knowing the risks and warning. There must be something hiding. He nodded at the female and breathed deeply.
"Physician." He muttered out, the first time in this ship.
Jag rose up sightly to over the person next to him to look towards Alexander.
"I do not mean to exclude you, but I was referring to the one next to I." Jag said as it nodded it's down to Taylor. "As your body tells an less claim and more...Aggressive personality. Nevertheless, it is an noteworthy trait nonetheless."Jag finished his words before turning to face Taylor again.
"Now where we." It muttered before resuming.
"Ah, I'm the 7th of 12th and 9th....Or as you soft-carbon have taken to calling. Jag."
Huh, Mattheus thought to himself as Bucky just decided to leave. Guess she has better things to do. He turned to the engine bay. Woah. They weren't kidding when they said custom build. There's gotta be parts here from all over the damn galaxy. He can recognize almost all of the parts but they weren't put together in the best way. He reckons if he puts in enough time during jumps, he can increase the efficiency on these puppies.
Oh well there's time for work later. I better get acquainted with everyone else. Where could I find people..hm the bar where else? Mattheus started heading towards the bar ready to meet the rest of the crew.
"Ooooo medical," she feels a little woozy, and takes another sip of her drink, unknowingly making her more drunk due to the bartender adding whisky to her drink, "Where did, *hiccup*, where didjou learn how to do your stuff and all that?" she takes a chug of her drink.
"Orphanage, self-taught." He said staring at her each time she took a sip at this hot chocolate. He sighed. "That chocolate has alcohol."
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