Aw hell, it's about time. [Open!]

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

After he sent the message over the comms, Splicer relaxed back at the DJ booth and closed his eyes, losing himself to the beats of the music... Alex would have been happy here... he thought, remembering one of the people who had helped him with the idea, but wasn't with them anymore.

Down the street and around one of the many corners of the city,  stands a large building. Four floors worth to be exact, of what could have been a warehouse, or an office building of sorts. Now however, the windows are tinted, and there’s a big neon sign up front with the words “Hunter’s Pad”. The black double doors of this building are never locked, for the owner of the place wants anyone who wishes to come and enjoy themselves at any time. Agent 779, code name Splicer, has been hard at work, making a place that people can come and hang out at.

The place works as both a club, and an arcade, so anyone of any age group can just come to relax and enjoy themselves. Granted the place only has water, it was meant as a hangout spot for those who wanted somewhere else to relax aside from the options already available to them on the ship.

The fourth floor is reserved for his home, where he can be reached easily through the comm. system if you ever need him for anything. The third floor holds the Arcade, where he hooked up and fixed many of the machines that he could get his hands on and uploaded his vast collection of games unto different styles of arcade style machines including but not limited to driving/flying sims, shooters, fighters, rpg’s, fps’, survival etc. The second floor was made into a lounge of sorts. Couches he brought up with some help and tables set in a comfortable black and blue futuristic space style. It’s meant for mingling or to just kick back for a few.

The first floor is where the magic happens, a dance floor large enough for a large party and a DJ booth where he usually throws some electronic beats but is not opposed to getting requests for specific styles of music. The music never stops, whether he’s at the booth or not. Why limit people’s fun when he’s sleeping? There’s monitoring and an automated system on the booth for when he’s not around as well as a security system.

The basement has a game area of sorts as well as the supply room where he tries to keep things stocked. The items usually kept there are extra water, snacks (which are used sparingly between shore leaves), as well as normal establishment supplies like napkins, table cloths, holiday decorations and other miscellaneous items.

Anyone’s welcome to crash if they need to, and anyone’s welcome to have a good time at Hunter’s Pad!

 

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Club

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

The club area has rest and relaxation areas around the edges of the building. The dance floor is smack in the middle of things as the lights and party devices lighten, and brighten up the atmosphere for the club. Lasers, mist, foam machines all ready to adjust themselves to the beats currently playing from the speaker system that's all over the room.

Over at the booth, you can clearly see whether Splicer is there at the moment or not as well as a panel that allows you to make requests if you don't want to climb up to the booth to speak to him, or if he's not there at the moment.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

After the burst of happiness she got when she let her love for music and dance allow her to get over her anxiety and fears, even if it was just for a few minutes at the beach party. Ronnae decided that this would be a good opportunity to enjoy herself. She had avoided going to the pop this time around... too afraid of further heartbreak or disappointment, so she made her way to the club after she saw the message, anticipating that it wouldn't be crowded.

Perfect chance to just be herself and have fun. So now she was on the empty dance floor, dancing away to the music coming from all around her.

[morphitudinous]

It had been a eventful night for Billy. After he'd agreed to meet Kimberly again later to check in, he set off in the direction of the Hunters' Pad. He could do with some light entertainment and relaxation of the colorful and musical variety before bedtime.

With a glass of water in hand, he made his way over to the dance floor area and spotted the alluring dancer. Ronnie, of course. Sneaking up to the request panel, he chose something a little faster, a beat he knew she would excel at dancing to.

Now he'd just wait and see how long it took her to spot him.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

The change of beat was indeed to her liking! Something she was used to... specially when she let mental beats drive her fighting style.

It wasn't long before her movements adjusted and her body was in full motion. Making use of both her flexibility and grace, she danced much in the way she practiced her swordplay. Long swift movements, her curvaceous body moving in an alluring fashion, unaware that she had an admirer.

Amidst one of her hips shake and playful spin, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, causing her to stumble slightly as she attempted to stop to get a better look. Once she confirmed who it was, her face grew a familiar shade of red as she felt the heat overtake her cheeks.

"B-Billy?!" She sounded out, almost in a small yelp of surprise.

[morphitudinous]

"It's only me," Billy confirmed when he was caught, taking a few steps forward into the colored light and hovering on the edge of the dance floor. He'd stopped back home to change out of his formal podpop attire, opting for a more casual (and flattering) ensemble of dark blues and blacks. He was just so slightly aware that Kimberly was present on board now and would have expected him to learn. "I thought I'd pick something you liked. You've always been great at this."

Yes, this was the perfect way to spend an evening. He was surprised by the relative lack of gaping onlookers, really.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"I... I thought you'd be out all d-day... I k-know it's a busy day in general. Every pod pop is... But... t-this one's special to you." She replied in a small voice, trying to avoid his gaze as she rubbed her arm timidly.

After a few moments, she walked over to him and rested her head against his chest, nuzzling it slightly. "N-not s-sayin' I'm not happy to see you love... I jus' thought. Well... you know. It's something you've been wanting for a while." She said in her sweet voice before looking up at him curiously.

[morphitudinous]

"Everyone needs some privacy," Billy replied, securing his arms around her hips. "Kim doesn't need me to hover over her every second of every day. And while we may have been apart for over a year to me, to her it feels as though no time has passed at all."

He smiled down at Ronnie, taking another breath. "But there's more time to tell you about her. I came looking for you, Ronnie, because I haven't heard how you are."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae looked down embarrassed, it wasn't like her to feel selfish and suddenly she had this feeling of wanting to keep him here and now... Just where did it come from?

It didn't matter it seemed after all... He was always so sweet and willing to just be by her side no matter what.

"I... I'm f-fine... I jus' needed a break s'all... I'm glad the agent made this place actually. I... I think the ship needed it. It reminds me of all the times I missed out on a party my siblings invited me to." She finally looked up again, a small smile on her face and a light blush on her cheeks.

[morphitudinous]

"And you're the life of the party now," Billy complimented, reaching up to brush her hair back. "How do you dance like that? So...free."

Lounge

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

The lounge is just your typical relax and mingle area. Comfortable couches, tables, and other furniture to give that sense of socialization meant for areas like these. That coupled with different screens showing a vast number of shows from his homeworld as well as holographic decorations set to different styles of shows are around the room.

Re: Lounge

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren didn't know what on earth the rest of Hunter's Plan is really for, but at last -- some comfortable places to sit. So he settled down on one of the couches, took out that pesky 'computer' they had given him, and began poking at it, frowning every once in a while as it balked him.

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

Splicer had just gotten done adding a few more booths to the arcade before he decided it was time to man the DJ booth. But before that, he decided to check up on things in the lounge in case anyone needed something.

He looked at the unfamiliar face and nodded in his direction, "Take it your from the recent pod pop?"

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren blinks, and looks owlishly up at the stranger. Slightly scruffy sort.

"Pod pop? Do you mean those mucus chambers? Yes, I am."

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

"Yep, that's what the crew calls it. Pretty clever huh? I was from the last one, a few months ago? Give or take. Kinda hard to tell the flow of time 'round here. It's fine, you sorta get used to things pretty quick. Kinda have to."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Well, wars do require quick adjustments. My name is Soren. So, have you encountered these 'Ohm'?"

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

"True enough, spoken like a true military man." He smiled, pushing his shades up slightly before nodding.

"And yeah, I've fought them. They sent a small attack fleet near one of the planets we were nearby. Ended up engaging them in space combat and let me tell you. Those fuckers are hard as hell to take down, but not impossible."

"We took heavy damage, but no losses as far as I was told. We did quite a number on them tho."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. So the battle isn't unwinnable." It seemed like the man was telling the truth -- at least, Soren could detect no telltale signs of a lie on his face. So the Ohm were real.

"In 'space combat', you say? Among the stars?" Soren was guessing, since he'd seen the stars outside, while on the Obs Deck. How interesting. "How? In a vessel like this one?"

Arcade

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

The arcade is one of his favorite rooms! Specially since it's one he worked extra hard on in honor of his buddy Alex. It has a vast amount of custom built booths with a wide assortment of games from his immense library and the ones Alex let him have before he got podded.

It has a futuristic feel, with the different lights and sounds coming from the dark and lighted up paths that decorate the room.

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

This was probably a bad idea. A very bad idea. But all the lights! The colors! The sounds! If it was going to be a bad idea, well he was going to devote himself fully to the cause.

With gifted shades resting on his head, he poked his head inside the arcade and looked around before cautiously walking inside.

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

"Hey Nokosi, haven't seen ya in a while man. How are ya?"

The man came from around one corner where he was setting up another booth. He wiped his hands clean with a cloth and walked over to the elf. "Take it you came to check the place out and stuff?"

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"I am as fine as I can be, being trapped in a living ship with no positive outlook in the near future. Also, as usual I am a bit tired."

He turned to face Splicer, a toothy grin on his face. "That being said, I am good. And you? I do not see you around much, granted that I spend much time in the city. It is why I ended up here--it looked interesting."

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah? I guess we are in that kind of situation huh? I jus' tend to push it aside and ignore it. No point in thinking about it."

He gave him a once over and a pat on the shoulder, "I've been good. Been working on this place as much as I could, which is why you haven't seen me much."

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"It is hard not to when it impedes on my sleeping schedule so much. Most of my time in Azeroth was spent out during twilight hours; I cannot do that here as the 'days' in the city consist of whatever they want, it seems."

He timidly looked around the blinking, bright room, a slight look of wonderment slowly spreading over his oval face. He looked back at Splicer and smiled. "I see. Despite the time I spend in the city, I did not know. What is it you call this room of lights and sound?"

[expendable-mind.livejournal.com]

"You could always use a more archaic clock. Since it seems that normal time devices act all wonky. That way you wouldn't rely on time mechanics but on your own schedule sort of way. I just tend to sleep when I exhaust myself... Which in turn can be days if I'm really into what I'm doing."

He looked back, following Nokosi's gaze and smiling at the question and his expression.

"It's an arcade. An entertainment center of sorts. Each booth has a video game, each with it's own unique controls and style. They're all free to try, since I made it for everyone's enjoyment. Normal arcades would charge per play back in my world."

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

A violet brow furrowed at his explanation. These strange words he spoke meant nothing to him.

"What is an R-cay-d and what does it have to do with vid-e-o?"