Drunken Dragon Tavern Open Post

[kungfu_sexnun]

By now Kang had gotten a chance to make a comm post letting the newbies know about the Drunken Dragon Tavern, and Nima was preparing for a rush. She moved athletically around the bar, refilling drinks and recovering used mugs without jostling an elbow or spilling a drop. A barmaid well-schooled in a martial art with a heavy emphasis on dodging and weaving was worth her weight in unspilled beer.

With all her current tables attended to, she stopped by the door to be sociable as new people came in.

[OOC: If your character wants to speak to Kang, just make a note of it in your tag.]

Comments

Kang, preferably.

[notthetechguy]

After getting his Advent Deck and Kamen Rider jacket from the possessions lockers, Chance had made his way to the Drunken Dragon Tavern. While some fellow Riders (Len and Hunt for instance) would likely frown at getting a drink before working, he thought he needed it.

[governorkang]

Kang was behind the bar, calmly keeping an eye on the patrons and watching for any assistance he could give Nima. It was just the two of them, with Kaylee apparently in the clutches of GLaDOS. He spotted this human as new immediately.

[notthetechguy]

"Hey. You are Kang, right?" Though it was kind of obvious from the way Chance spoke, he didn't mean anything serious about it. "You got a minute?"

[governorkang]

"That's me. How can I help you?"

[notthetechguy]

While he's always been a people person, Chance knew this was an important meeting. He really wished he din't have to do this, but he might be the only person from his world left.

"A couple of things. From what I've heard, you know quite a bit about this ship. Since you're a Councilor and all. My thing is this: how much is actually true about what we're being told, and has anyone by the name of Xaviax shown up on here?"

[governorkang]

Kang frowned slightly and lowered his voice, "About the Ohm, the Daligig, or both? And no, that name isn't familiar."

[burnedbrighter]

It was rare that Azula would come to the noisy crowded Tavern, but hopefully the noise and a good stiff drink would quiet the incessant noise she lived with every day.

It was like every other low rent drinking establishment she had ever gone into for whatever reason. Unimpressive to someone who had preferred the splendor of the royal family.