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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: shore leave,
- !status: open,
- anwei ayles,
- astrid hoffersson,
- ax,
- chases-parked-cars,
- daniel jackson,
- dean winchester,
- dhianeila,
- eleventh doctor,
- gertrude yorkes,
- howard bassem,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- rory williams,
- ryuunosuke ikenami,
- sakura haruno,
- signum,
- snow villiers,
- sonic the hedgehog (games),
- tom berenson,
- tom/iniss
Shore Leave: Arrival
After the briefing, the Orbs Deck disconnected from Stacy, making it's way down to the planet and landing on the top of what looked like...a mall.
Outside, a mismatch of buildings stretched as far as the eye could see on a backdrop of a sunny green sky, a few golden clouds lazily floating across it. Here there was a mall, there there was a endless parade of street shops, and over there was a bazaar. And everywhere you looked there was advertising, selling everything from kitchen knives to starship engines to pet cosmetic surgery.
And populating this world was a practically endless number of species's, all of them brought together by one thing: trading. Credit was being exchanged everywhere you looked, from the shiny exclusive stores to the the dark and dangerous spaces in-between.
As the crew stood around, a peculiar looking alien with a mustache approached them, his oddly-shaped legs and knees making it looks as if he was walking backwards even though he was coming forwards. And as he moved, his accordian-like midsection made moved, making a weird, wheezing noise that might remind some of the crew native to Earth of the sound of Fran Dresser's voice.
<Welcome to XaXing, strangers!> he said to them in thought-speak, eagerly rushing towards everyone. <I am Guide! Your ship has already arranged accommodation for you, and I have been employed to guide you there and answer your questions! But if you would just sell me your memories then I can also guide you to all of the best stores and markets...>
[[ooc: After this post, everyone is free to make their own posts on the planet! Just tag all logs for Shore Leave with !plot: shore leave.
Also, if you have any questions you can ask Guide! ...just be prepared for him to also try to buy your kidney.]]
Outside, a mismatch of buildings stretched as far as the eye could see on a backdrop of a sunny green sky, a few golden clouds lazily floating across it. Here there was a mall, there there was a endless parade of street shops, and over there was a bazaar. And everywhere you looked there was advertising, selling everything from kitchen knives to starship engines to pet cosmetic surgery.
And populating this world was a practically endless number of species's, all of them brought together by one thing: trading. Credit was being exchanged everywhere you looked, from the shiny exclusive stores to the the dark and dangerous spaces in-between.
As the crew stood around, a peculiar looking alien with a mustache approached them, his oddly-shaped legs and knees making it looks as if he was walking backwards even though he was coming forwards. And as he moved, his accordian-like midsection made moved, making a weird, wheezing noise that might remind some of the crew native to Earth of the sound of Fran Dresser's voice.
<Welcome to XaXing, strangers!> he said to them in thought-speak, eagerly rushing towards everyone. <I am Guide! Your ship has already arranged accommodation for you, and I have been employed to guide you there and answer your questions! But if you would just sell me your memories then I can also guide you to all of the best stores and markets...>
[[ooc: After this post, everyone is free to make their own posts on the planet! Just tag all logs for Shore Leave with !plot: shore leave.
Also, if you have any questions you can ask Guide! ...just be prepared for him to also try to buy your kidney.]]
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Yeah, creepy as hell, but Chase's world was awful. He's not entirely above dealing in the creepy with some things that will regrow anyway, if it means that Kang can keep the ship, and more specifically him, in real meat instead of slop for longer, or he can get some real SoCo or at least strong whiskey.
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He had some experience with... something akin to this, maybe. Worth checking.
"And he ain't selling nothing, but I'm still curious what'cha got big markets for. Might not come to nothing, but doesn't fucking hurt to ask, right? Oh yeah, and if you ever heard of a place called Earth, don't suppose you know where music or alcohol from there might be bought, would'ja?"
All worth asking, at minimum, he figures. This thing might be a bottom-feeding sleaze merchant, but he's met worse.
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Back to Kang again. "Besides... I am already fucking sick of slop. It works and all, but its worse than McDonalds, and my people are carnivores. If we don't get shore leave often, and we're stocking up on meat, I'm gonna make the best of it and get some real fucking money for this."
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Well, he could part with a few. They'd grow back.
"...alright. Three scales, and it's a deal."
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He could definitely get a lot of supplies with that much.