Texas O'Malley's BBQ and Beer : News discussions

[Atlantian]

Unziping is not a problem... I think the problem might be over with in the SMAC area. Sigh... Someone shoot me. The whole time here I never thought about anything like that ((or saw anything for that matter.)).
I don't know what to do now... If I explained the full situation now, it would make me feel stupider then I already feel. I'll explain it latter when I can think straighter...

((BTW: I did us the multiplayer submenu.))



((PS: third page ))

[Atlantian]

Ok, now that I am in a better mood , and after re-reading the thread that I read when I first came here, I see where my mistake was. I mis-read the ACDG intro. I came here originally thinking that all I needed was SMAC. Oh well. My mistake...

Anyway, I'll be here for the RP content, and I will join in the other stuffs as soon as I get a cred card and buy SMAX ((Unless someone wants to send me a copy ))

Also, would someone be kind enough to take screenshots for me?

[Hercules]

I thought your RP was quite good. Some people refer members to a site mentioning underdogs, (best communicated by email, in case a mod pops in) for SMAX download. But others claim it doesn't work. I don't know myself one way or the other.

[Atlantian]

I was being sarcastic about the 'send a copy' part. :P Don't worry. It won't be too long before I get a job and *gasp* a credit card. Then I'll buy cross fire off the internet. Until then...

Who Wants My Latest Brew! It is called 'deep preasure'. ((You'll find out why when someone without a pirates stomach drinks it *wink-wink*))

[FlameFlash]

Heh... maybe we ought to ship them pansies in the Rec Commons a keg of it then.

[Atlantian]

We'll siphon all of the weak xenorum out of their containment system and throw my concoction in.

Then watch them all run to the restroom .

[Hercules]

As I was posting our Peace promotional item in the main forum, it struck me, is any one designated to be our official historian?. You know someone who records the major incidents, downsides and upswings of the faction. The highs and the lows.

This would be different from Shipping news as it would be for internal compilation until the game ends. Remember Tass was proposed for this role like this but was not accepted by all factions (including us).

[Atlantian]

I'm not to busy looking at maps and charts, maybe I can get a real job in this faction and do this ((If someone hasn't beat me to the punch ))

[Hercules]

Ok Have a crack at it, we can always fill in gaps or suggest additions and changes.

[Atlantian]

Just a random something out of no where to laugh at And revitalize a dead thread...

ACH!!! My parrot carried off my cat!
I really need to stop puting up with that cat!

*Disclaimor*
This post was out of character and has nothing to do with my character.

[Atlantian]

((Now for my in character post))

*Atlantian enters the Texas O Maley and finds a seat at the bar, ordering up a classic brew, which is given ONLY to pirate bars and grils, so to monopolize on brewery tourism upon Chiron*
*He looks to his right*
Whats the news, freind?

((Come! RP! *spins web to catch the next fool to fall into his trap* Mwahahahaha!))

[Googlie]

The saloon door creaked, and swung open, ushering in a blast of cool nighttime air. A pungent whiff of kelp with overtones of sealurk wafted in on the evening breeze. The Stranger stood in the doorway for a moment, his large silhouette blocking the flickering light from the outside porch lantern. He was huge.

Conversation in the bar ceased as all eyes looked towards the door.

The Stranger shuffled in, glancing around the bar as he entered, at the myriad of eyes regarding him appraisingly. His rough jacket collar was turned up around his ears and a woolen oilskin toque was pulled low over his forehead, leaving a small gap from whence his piercing gaze swept the room.

Seasoned pirates cowered when that gaze flickered over them, averting their eyes as they saw those of the Stranger. And those eyes. A piercing blue, as deep and icy as the glacier fed lake abutting Mount Planet. An earnestness in that gaze, buttressed by a palpable zeal as the Stranger took in all that he saw marked him as one who led and expected to be obeyed.

He moved to the bar, and the barkeep, with downcast eyes, inquired as to his needs.

“Will you be having a wee something, Sir?” he queried. “We have a fine shipment of xenorum just arrived.”

The Stranger leaned forward, and holding his hand under the barkeep’s chin, forced eye-to-eye contact. The barkeep squirmed in his grip, but was drawn hypnotically to those eyes, his face showing the strain he was under.

The Stranger spoke in a quiet voice:

“I’m looking for the Cuspidore Brownbeard”

The barkeep flinched. He nodded, mute, to a corner where a raised dais held The Captains’ Table, and finally found his voice:

“Up there,” he squeaked. “With Cap’ns Flubber and Hercules. They’re in a strategy discussion about them Cyborgs and won’t like being disturbed.”

The Stranger grunted a ‘thank you’ and released his hold, and the barkeep sagged against the counter and watched – as did every eye – as the Stranger ambled over to the Captains’ Table.

The Captains looked up as the Stranger approached, back to the light so that his features were hidden. But his gaze found them and locked on to the Cuspidore’s.

He reached into the folds of his jacket and pulled out a parchment and dropped it on the table, nodded to the Cuspidore, then turned and marched across the saloon and out of the swing doors into the night.

The Captains looked at each other and shrugged.

The wind brought in by the swinging saloon door had ruffled the parchment open, and it lay on the table. Their eyes were drawn to it as metal filings to a magnet. Finally the Cuspidore reached out and smoothed the parchment, pulling a lamp closer so that they could decipher it.

There was but one phrase ……………….

You could always trade them Doctrine: Initiative

And the signature simply said ............ Googlie

[johndmuller]

Thwack . . . and a dirk is there, quivering slightly in the table, dotting the 'i' in 'Googlie', arriving so suddenly one could hardly tell who had done it. It is an old dirk, with arcane symbols inscribed on the blade, hard to make out though, as the dirk is not very clean, caked with something that seems to be a dark reddish brown in color, streaked a little as if someone had made only a token attempt at wiping it clean while it was still wet.

Somehow, there is a step back in time, or a shifting in space - and the Stranger is back at the table, sitting down, and the blue eyes staring into the Cuspidore's brown.

There are two more dirks now, one emerging from within the folds of a lacy cuff, embroidered with the name "Calico" in golden threads and the other gripped by well manicured fingers residing on a delicate hand, a delicate hand incongruously decorated with a large black hairy-looking spider, emblazoned in red with the single letter "F" on its abdomen, the tatoo runs completely across the back of the hand, a single leg of the spider reaching up a finger, as if attached to the aristocratic looking signet ring, also with the "F" motif, but this time engraved on a coat of arms.

The dirks are being held absolutely motionless in space, or in time, or is it that time is standing still again? ... but motionless somehow, with their points nearly touching the icy blue eyes of the Stranger - and staring into these eyes, looking down their arms as if the dirks themselves were possibly only in the minds of some hypothetical observer, the dirks created solely by the intensity of their gazes, are the dark eyes of Cap'ns Flubber and Hercules, dark, cold and unblinking. Some more people edge toward the door.

In contrast to this scene, the Cuspidore sits there somewhat jauntily, with his boots lying across a chair and a hand partly raised as if about to begin conducting an invisible orchestra somewhere else in the darkness. There is the hint of a smile touching his lips, and he twirls his mustache contemplatively ten or fifteen times, takes a large toke of xenoweed, and . . . and the tableau is frozen, frozen for him too, for what seems like an eternity this time - even the ancient clock in the corner seems to have ceased its erratic toc-ticking.

Finally, and ever so slowly, the Cuspidore moves closer to the Stranger and purses his lips as though to kiss him ('will it be the Cuspidor's kiss of death?', wonders the bartender, leaning forward to get a better view) but no, instead of a kiss, the Cuspidore gentlly blows a smoke ring into the very center of the Stranger's unmoving face, perfectly surrounding his nose, before curling around his head and somewhat miraculously reforming, nearly intact on the other side and continuing on into the darkness. The Stranger remains unmoving, the gaze unwavering, fixed, he is not even breathing it seems - is he even alive - is he one of those half-men, half-machine abominations - is it Googlie himself, or is it one of them?

The Cuspidore makes a small gesture with his little finger and a blur of white flashes out of the rafters, streaking directly at the unblinking eyes of the Stranger. At the last instant, wings snap open, there is a rush of air and the white blur is stopped now, perched atop the dirk, adding another pair of blue eyes to the stares, these with the kind of distant and almost crazed look about them of one who has been at sea for years, perhaps too long at sea - it is Baretta. Something detatches from Baretta and lands with a moist plop on the parchment. A single word, 'Awwkkk', . . . is uttered.

This time it is the Stranger who will be left alone at the table, as Baretta hops onto the Cuspidore's shoulder and the Cap'ns make their way upstairs, where the music has begun to play again, and the sound of a woman's laughter can be faintly imagined. The Stranger's eyes now return to the parchment, ... and are drawn, inexorably - to the Black Spot.

[Hercules]

[Hercules]

Actually with a tiny bit of editing, substituting Miriam for Cyborgs in Googlies thread and disguising the tech, these twin posts would make a fine entry in the Rec Commons or in a new thread ' On the Waterfront' or 'Tales from the Waterfront'

I think I prefer either of the latter suggestions as they would be great openers for the thread and hopefully the thread would be a public RP outlet for Pirates and others (within the rules).

Certainly since we have met everyone, they can legally post a 'tale'.

What ye say