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Originally posted by Bloodstalker
The bunnies are no longer optional for me......too much exposure to Neds shine

Well, by optional, I mean that you have an option of drinks.

It could be worse BS. Did you ever see the Southpark episode where they all were taking Ritalin for hyperactivity and Cartman kept seeing chihuahuas with Christine Aguleras Face?

AN walks in the door, a blaster slung at his waste, a cigarette in his mouth, and wonders what sorry end of the galaxy he had ended up this time. They had called it the Titan Bar, a place for the worst dregs of society to congregate, be they COMMER, SPAMMER, or Symer, and it was a dangerous place, so he kept a weary hand near his blaster, alert for anything and keeping a close eye on the killer bunnies which were eyeing him with to much eagerness to make him easy. Sauntering up to the bar, he sits down and orders Tlazian acid beer, the only concoction he could stand, and looks around the room, asking the owner of the place, a real cruel looking woman, who he had heard about even across the galaxy at Salaxia Ten, the mysterious Sailor Saturn, "Howdy Maam I'm looking for a particularly rascally varmint, tracked him/she/it clear across the galaxy, a shapeshifter so he/she/it would not be noticeable. Except for it's behavior, it would show quite spamlike tendencies, the greatest spammer in the galaxy, do you know anyone who fits that description.

Nice pub, it's my first time here.... actually, it's my fist time away from earth. I'm a bit nervous.

The service here is way better then the self service at some old pub I used to go to. They closed it down for some reason...

Originally posted by AbysmalNature
AN walks in the door, a blaster slung at his waste, a cigarette in his mouth, and wonders what sorry end of the galaxy he had ended up this time. They had called it the Titan Bar, a place for the worst dregs of society to congregate, be they COMMER, SPAMMER, or Symer, and it was a dangerous place, so he kept a weary hand near his blaster, alert for anything and keeping a close eye on the killer bunnies which were eyeing him with to much eagerness to make him easy. Sauntering up to the bar, he sits down and orders Tlazian acid beer, the only concoction he could stand, and looks around the room, asking the owner of the place, a real cruel looking woman, who he had heard about even across the galaxy at Salaxia Ten, the mysterious Sailor Saturn, "Howdy Maam I'm looking for a particularly rascally varmint, tracked him/she/it clear across the galaxy, a shapeshifter so he/she/it would not be noticeable. Except for it's behavior, it would show quite spamlike tendencies, the greatest spammer in the galaxy, do you know anyone who fits that description.

Sailor Saturn eyes the newcomer suspiciously as ChibiUsa serves him his drink. "That depends on what you want with s/he/it," Sailor Saturn responds.

ChibiUsa chooses to speak up at this point, "There are many who could fit said description, though the opinions around here tend to vary. You may find more spam than you can chew."

Sailor Saturn silences ChibiUsa with a glance, which isn't a surprising ability for the Soldier of Silence. "Everyone's welcome here, spammer or not. Any number of people fitting said description may show up here, some are already here, but keep in mind that we don't want no trouble here." Sailor Saturn glances at her Silent Gaurds, then shows AbysmalNature the recently added sign above the bar, specifically pointing out that anyone who breaks the rules volunteers his-/her-/itself to feed the Queen's Terrasque, then she goes back to organizing a few things while ChibiUsa goes off to deal with the waiter who spilt a beer in a customer's lap.

Inside Sailor Saturn's brain, the voice of Mistress 9 complains about the difficulty in finding good help these days.

Originally posted by Rob-hin
Nice pub, it's my first time here.... actually, it's my fist time away from earth. I'm a bit nervous.

The service here is way better then the self service at some old pub I used to go to. They closed it down for some reason...

I'm glad you were able to make it here, Rob-hin. How was the trip from Earth? I've heard that the stretch through the Asteroid Belt can be a bit rocky at times.

Yeah, the milky way is bad too! I'm still soaking wet!

AN acknowledges, the sign, but does not think it applies to him, after all he is after a very dangerous spammer, and he was paid quite a lot to bring he/she/it, besides how dangerous could a Terrasque be,(whatever that was), he was sure his trusty blaster would waste it. So he asks around discreetly for his spammer, He thinks he has finally figured out who the mysterious spammer is, and was pulling his blaster then someone decides to make trouble, getting a little to friendly with the bartender, the troublemaker is carted of and thrown into the dark pit which lies at the edge of the Pub. AN hears loud breathing, a roar, and a loud bloodcurdling scream emanates from the pit, followed by a grisly crunching sound, and a leg bone shot up drenched in smoking spit. Gulping, AN takes a deep breath, his face pale and decides his spammer is not here, perhaps he/she/it took the hyperspace transport to Tycho, yeah that's it. If that's true then it would be a long trail back, if he/she/it was still here they would soon leave, and Tycho was the only interstellar transport out for one year so he might as well take a drink,"bartender, bartender, I would like some more Tlazian acid beer, and if you please something a little stronger for a chaser, I am not feeling to well,"a loud belch emanates from the pit, AN, his face pale, gulps down the beer, relishing the way it fried his throat on the way down.

Originally posted by AbysmalNature
AN acknowledges, the sign, but does not think it applies to him, after all he is after a very dangerous spammer, and he was paid quite a lot to bring he/she/it, besides how dangerous could a Terrasque be,(whatever that was), he was sure his trusty blaster would waste it. So he asks around discreetly for his spammer, He thinks he has finally figured out who the mysterious spammer is, and was pulling his blaster then someone decides to make trouble, getting a little to friendly with the bartender, the troublemaker is carted of and thrown into the dark pit which lies at the edge of the Pub. AN hears loud breathing, a roar, and a loud bloodcurdling scream emanates from the pit, followed by a grisly crunching sound, and a leg bone shot up drenched in smoking spit. Gulping, AN takes a deep breath, his face pale and decides his spammer is not here, perhaps he/she/it took the hyperspace transport to Tycho, yeah that's it. If that's true then it would be a long trail back, if he/she/it was still here they would soon leave, and Tycho was the only interstellar transport out for one year so he might as well take a drink,"bartender, bartender, I would like some more Tlazian acid beer, and if you please something a little stronger for a chaser, I am not feeling to well,"a loud belch emanates from the pit, AN, his face pale, gulps down the beer, relishing the way it fried his throat on the way down.

Sailor Saturn smirks as she sees that AN's reaction to hearing the results of causing trouble in her bar.

So, since we're on Saturn's moon and all, do famous space travelers come here often?
You know, like Kirk and Spok, The silver Surfer, Pigs in Space or Armstrong?

Originally posted by Rob-hin
So, since we're on Saturn's moon and all, do famous space travelers come here often?
You know, like Kirk and Spok, The silver Surfer, Pigs in Space or Armstrong?

Jim, Spock, Bones, and Scotty come by here every Wednesday night, but they tend to slip into the back room for a game of poker with Will, Deanna, Worf, Jean-Luc, Beverly, and Geordi.

The Silver Surfer comes by with a woman once or twice a week, though the woman that is with him tends to vary.

7of9 and T'Pal are requesting to host a Wet Briefs Contest for the male customers to participate in , while Chakotay and Trip are requesting to host a Wet T-shirt Contest for the female customers to participate in. I told them that those might be possible if I can get more SYMers to come by.

Captain Harlock frequents this place occasionally as well, though he hasn't been here in a while. Busy doing a favor for the lovely Maetel, I believe.

Ok SS, I am here. so where do you *ahem* want me?

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
Ok SS, I am here. so where do you *ahem* want me?

Well, I've got a still set up in one of the backrooms but no one to run it. I'm sure finding the right person for the job would be a simple task for one such as you.

Perhaps if you gave me a tour of the back room, I would be better prepared to conduct my search

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
Perhaps if you gave me a tour of the back room, I would be better prepared to conduct my search

Sorry, BS, but I've got to teach ChibiUsa how to make a few specialized drinks. However, one of my Silent Guards would be happy to give you a tour.

*looks at her Silent Guards* Hmm...BS...you might want to start on that search without taking the tour first.

Originally posted by Recoba
@McBane - That sounds really warm, better than here (about 40 - 45 farenheit(sp?) and frosty)!

40-45 frosty???. Here we got 20 degree weather farenheit. And i'm on the tennis team and yesterday we were playing games outside in -5 celsius. Do you realize how horrible that is in shorts and a sweatshirt??
Our coach is crazy.

Originally posted by ThorinOakensfield


40-45 frosty???. Here we got 20 degree weather farenheit. And i'm on the tennis team and yesterday we were playing games outside in -5 celsius. Do you realize how horrible that is in shorts and a sweatshirt??
Our coach is crazy.

You think that's cold? I'd still be wearing a miniskirt in weather like that.