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Post by Aluez on Jul 30, 2010 19:18:29 GMT -5
(This is after Aluez moves away from Aatuylva's crash site. And this is a Persona RP, not a National RP.) One year After Arrival (Burning Red Star)One year since the arrival of Aluez and her people, one year since they overcame every trial, and established their own little nation from the lands they crashed in, and one year since their population excelled from a meager 8,000 to a grand total of 157,000 people. Life was still fairly simple for the settlers... they accepted imigrants from every walk of life, and built a small city from the wood, iron and glass that they could salvage, the ship they had left upon sitting as the main centerpiece of the city, and the largest structure in the entire town. Powerplants were set up here and there, small scale ones, but power nonetheless. Of course... there is one unique structure next to the ship crash site itself... and that is the only one made of stone, steel, and wood... made out of the ruins of an old town hall, and expanded to have over 7,000 square feet of area. What is this place? The neon sign says it all. The New Moon Dance Club. The building itself was three stories tall, and was the largest dance club in the nation, and city. Upon entering, one would expect a basic set up... but every night, there is something different about the club... and as the tendants enter, one can't help but feel a chill in the air, an almost supernatural ire to the building itself. But it only makes one want to know more... to stay longer, and have a better time! ----- "I guess we can have a classic theme tonight... and have everyone come as they are." says Luna, looking up at the ceiling of her office, which was on the very top floor of the club, the floors untouched, the bars unmanned, and the club, except for the single Wolfess, remaining unpopulated. "Yeah... yeah! I think I will!" she giggles and slowly stands up, looking at her call console before pressing the third button on it, dialing a local DJ she knew. "I guess we could have a slow dance hour, standard club mix..." "Hello..?" says a voice from the console before a hologram appeared on it, showing a familiar white furred Fennec, who was rubbing his eyes in mid yawn. "Who's this?" "Luna, pweeeease do me a favour and come DJ for me Tod? Pwease? The club opens soon and I have no one to play music for me, and heck, you have the best collection in the colony!" she says, smiling as she flipped a switch and turned on the lights of the club, everything disappearing across a white floor for a moment before the interior of the building into a standard club layout. three dancefloors, six bars, three turntables, and everything between. Tod groaned and fell over, half asleep as he listened to the Wolfess beg. "Fine, fine... just. stop. acting. cute." he says, hitting hang up and the hologram of him disappearing from the console. "Good... that's done... I just need to hire more people... but that'll come in time" she says softly to herself, sitting back down and turning around in the chair, looking down into the interior of the club. It was all real... every single bit of the equipment, bar, everything... yet she could change it all when no one was around at the flick of a switch... thanks to someone that she knew in another country. "I wonder how many people will show up..." she pressed a button on her chair and unlocked the doors, the 'open' sign flickering on and the doors swinging open to show the interior of the club. A few people that were already waiting coming inside as a slow song begins to play on the dancefloors. "Now for the bartender bots..." she presses another button and smirks when the bars were manned by two robots, which was enough for the night. What would the night bring for the club? Only time will tell.
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Post by aatuylva on Jul 30, 2010 20:53:51 GMT -5
Brosuukyda. A curse that, without InShtu intervention, meant death, exile. Or worse things. He was born with it, forever having to hide his form with heavy cloaks, hunching himself and hurting his back so as not to appear as tall as he really was. Keeping his paws inside...so no one saw his claws. His mother named him Sifbo'Stu, after the dark god that brought the curse...it was the only thing she did for him before abandoning him in the jungle. So many years running..to where no one knew about the curse. To where no one had the prejudices assorted with it.
He didn't know the local languages well, but he did know enough to find where there were clubs... He could live in the shady parts of a place...working in the shadows, at night...away from people, or in the parts of town where people were too drunk to notice him. Other times he'd sneak in during their heavy traffic hours, so he could catch a few hours sleep unmolested...but it didn't take long before he ran out of places to go.
He hoped he didn't smell too bad...constant travel..running, did it's toll.
It didn't look like there were very many people here...but it was a grand opening. Hopefully, here, he could apply for a job that wouldn't have him skulking in the shadows, and let him use his more...natural talents.
Well, one way to find out.
He entered the establishment, looking for whoever was in charge, still hunched over, with the hood covering his face, tail, and arms.
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Post by Aluez on Jul 30, 2010 21:31:45 GMT -5
Luna slowly made her way down the stairs before donning a headset that was sitting on a figure head, clearing her throat before pressing the red button on the side of it. "Welcome ladies, gentlemen, children and everything between to the grand opening of the New Moon!" she smiles at the small amount of people... maybe about 30, 40 people... a good start. "Please make yourselves at home, and if you have any questions, please come ask me about it, I don't bite unless you ask me to~" she giggles and shuts off the headset, walking toward one of the bars and making her way behind it.
A UFO like disk floated past the hooded figure, scanning him with a green light before moving on. A message being seen on the side of it: Give me money to partake in tonights contest! Minimum bet is 35 credits!
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Jul 30, 2010 22:45:45 GMT -5
Nakhi Welhan II
I think tonight will be my one good day since I arrived on this planet. All I have had was administrative stuff. I hate being the new Governor's son...
These clothes are a nice change from the AGF uniform I have had to wear for the last month or so. Just a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with 'AGF' across the front in yellow letters. It was the only clean shirt I had left. And also my boots.
I headed directly for the neon lights. That is the club that I heard is opening up. I picked up the pace as I headed for it. No point wasting time walking when I can jog.
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I walked in and looked around. There are a few dozen people here. I stood near the door for a bit. I am going to watch the crowd. Look for people I find... interesting. That is the point of a club after all.
OOC: This is Colonel Welhan's son. Short physical thing for him: Height: 7'2" Weight: 280 pounds Species: Tigerwolf
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Post by Aluez on Jul 31, 2010 19:19:01 GMT -5
Luna smiled and began to serve drinks to the people that came to the bar she was working at, her white speckled fur against the midnight black and blue mixture seeming to glow against the lights of the bar. "Here you are mister Jacob!" she says, setting a Martini down in front of the lemur, smiling at him before moving on to the next person, humming softly to herself as she worked. She was wearing a butterfly fiber top, which glowed all sorts of colors, as well as matching bikini bottoms... was something to spice up the look of the club.
Tod parked his vehicle behind the club, as always, and shut the engine to his truck down, sighing and looking up at the night sky through the sun roof of it. "I suppose it's time to don my mask" he says, looking over in the passenger seat, which had a laptop, and a black mask that had glowing blue tribal marks on it. "I wonder what to play first once I enter..." he adds, gathering up what he needed in his arms and sliding out of the truck, walking slowly toward the back entrance of the club. He DJ'd from time to time, which was an added source of income for him, and his son, and was quite fun when no one knew who was manning the tunes... well, or so he liked to think.
Markus padded his way into the club, looking about the room before brushing gently against the cloaked figure, yeeping and jumping aside slightly, looking up at him. "Sorry mister, I didn't see ya there!" he chuckles, continuing forth into the club. He was probably the only Ferian Wolf there in the entire building... but then again, there were several Hybrids there too, so there was no real telling who was who unless you looked dead at them.
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Post by aatuylva on Jul 31, 2010 20:10:01 GMT -5
Sifbo stifled a growl at the creature.
What the hell?
The longer he stayed, the more he figured he was the least out of place creature here. He walked to the bar, clinging to the walls to avoid the crowd. Someone would have a job...after all, it was the opening night. It was difficult for him to stay focused...all the smells, the motion. His instincts kept wanting to kick in, his tail wanting to thrash. And the damned hunch only made it worse...can't stand at full height here, that'd only cause problems...
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Post by Aluez on Jul 31, 2010 20:24:51 GMT -5
One of the robots noticed the figure moving along the wall, slowly making it's way over to where it was. "Can I help you, citizen?" it asks, it's glowing white eyes scanning over him for an identification, or for a gender. "Would you like a drink? Maybe something to relax and take the edge off?"
Tod finally reached the back entrance before typing in the 7 digit code to unlock the door, putting on his mask and turning it on, opening the door and walking inside, making a dead beeline for the DJ nest. "Not too many right now... but that'll change by the end of the night" he thinks, reaching the nest after weaving his way through the nest, sitting down afterward with a soft sigh, hooking up his laptop to the systems of the nest so he could start playing the music he had.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Jul 31, 2010 20:59:24 GMT -5
Nakhi Welhan II
I headed toward the bar. I need a drink. Something strong... and not synthetic. The President better lift that alcohol ban soon.
I noticed a cloaked figure, but decided not to bother him. He seems very suspicious though. I don't like him.
I reached the bar and sat down. I will wait on the bartender.
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Post by Aluez on Jul 31, 2010 21:05:21 GMT -5
Luna noticed the newcomer to the bar and slid her way over to the person, immediately noticing he was a foreign soldier. "Welcome! What can I get ya?" she asks, smiling softly and offering him a menu, which had everything from basic beers, both local and imported, to as high up as Silka Tea and fine wines and other drinks. She just waited for an answer from him so she could go ahead and make the order come true. Her top changing colors from time to time as she waited.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Jul 31, 2010 21:18:02 GMT -5
Luna noticed the newcomer to the bar and slid her way over to the person, immediately noticing he was a foreign soldier. "Welcome! What can I get ya?" she asks, smiling softly and offering him a menu, which had everything from basic beers, both local and imported, to as high up as Silka Tea and fine wines and other drinks. She just waited for an answer from him so she could go ahead and make the order come true. Her top changing colors from time to time as she waited. Nakhi Welhan II"Just give me the strongest thing you have. I don't care how expensive it will be." Time to get a nice buzz going and then making a fool of myself. Whoo! Hopefully nothing gets on the internet...
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Post by aatuylva on Jul 31, 2010 21:21:22 GMT -5
"Just...just ask your boss if she's hirin', would ya?"
What the hell was that thing? It looked sort of like an automaton...but it was made of something like steel, and it talked!
Couldn't distract himself...no alcohol. That lead to....problems. Little ones with big, red eyes, and mouths born with teeth. Just like him.
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Post by Aluez on Jul 31, 2010 21:34:16 GMT -5
"She's the wolfess over there" the robot pointed toward Luna, before padding off toward another tendant. Seemed that it wasn't much of a help other than pointing the boss out.
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Post by aatuylva on Jul 31, 2010 21:44:24 GMT -5
Well, it was some sort of automata. It must've heard a keyword, and responded. Sifbo surmised that pestering it further would only earn him the same response, and moved down, closer to the wolf tending the bar. His back was beginning to hurt, having kept a low profile for so long. If he didn't find a place to crash...
"Um...hey...Are you hiring?"
His voice was raspy and hoarse, almost as if he was talking after swallowing a pair of knives. It was a forced quiet, and almost snarling, but that may have been because of his muzzle...if one could see it. He looked down, hiding his facial features, and his tattered cloak, while old, prevented anyone from seeing anything he didn't want them to, other than the fact that he was obviously hiding his size.
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Post by Aluez on Jul 31, 2010 23:25:08 GMT -5
Luna blinked out of hir trance and looked up at the larger figure, nodding a bit and smiling softly. "Yes sir I am" she motions him over to the panel next to the bar. "Do you know how to use one of these? If so, fill out the application it gives you, and come back tomorrow night for the answer, mmmk?" she smiles and looks back at the AGF soldier, nodding at his answer. "Will do!" she spun around and grabbed a shot glass, as well as bottle of black liquid, which was marked in gold letters in their language as simply: Black Vodka. "This is the strongest we can get locally, proof is about... 110" she pours him three shots. "I'd advise you to sip it at first, to get use to it, lest you like to go flying to the floor"
Tod perked his ears up at a soft hum from the speakers before the music began to play, of course, starting with a random song. "Good evening people! Tis Ghost Fennec here, and I will be your Deejay tonight, I will be spinnin' all the tunes for you tonight, and taking whatever requests you got! Now shake those booties on the dancefloor to this tune!" he hit a few keys and changed the song to something more up tempo, and something people could dance to in his eyes. The dancefloors became illuminated with different colored lights and beams, and was filled with steam and cooled to where people could enjoy it at a pleasant temperature.
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Post by aatuylva on Jul 31, 2010 23:48:44 GMT -5
Well..it was simple enough. At least he knew how to read... Some people weren't like the rest....librarians, for instance, were surprisingly sympathetic.
And, maybe, he could catch some sleep in here before they threw him out in the morning, before he had to show up for work.
After filling it out Sifbo went in search of the bathroom facilities. May as well try and make himself presentable...
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