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Sun Jan 29, 2012 6:12 pm
DarknecrosisX says...



Welcome to Club Errera, New Reach! One of the most renowned nightclubs in the galaxy. Club Errera welcomes any species of alien (as long as their small enough to fit through the door), and they can have a fantastic time drinking, dancing or simply socialising! When happy hour is announced watch out: there may be carnage over at the bar!

So this is a lounge where you can role play any of your science-fiction characters, in an active, booming nightclub. Take a seat at any table and have a nice chat or maybe just go on and party on the dancefloor. The rules for this lounge are very simple:

Place your character's name at the start of your paragraph.
No inappropriate swearing (However I don't see how swearing will be at all appropriate)
No sex (Romance and flirting is allowed)
No strong violence (It's ok to have a bar brawl or two, but security might break up the fight and kick out the perpretrators)
No god-modding (Your character cannot be invulnerable)
And no trolling

I'll bring in my character and anyone an join. Feel free to come and go as you please! You can have as many characters as you want, but once a character is removed by security, they will not be allowed back into the club.

Club Errera:
Lounge:
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Dancefloor:
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Bar:
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Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.





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Sun Jan 29, 2012 7:34 pm
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Project 98

The sound was deep and loud, but being a droid it didn't much bother me. I casually strolled over to the bar and ordered some mineral oil, avoiding the laughs from the drunkards which I could have enjoyably dealt with, but I come here to have some non-violence related fun. I took one of the tables at the top floor, on the eastern wing. I sat there, observing the club, wondering if anybody would come and make my stay more enjoyable. No one came over to me, or maybe I was being a bit impatient... regardless, I hacked into the music terminal and switched the song to 'Moves like Jagger'. 21st century music was hilarious, and I was sure this beat would really get the party started.
Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.





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Sun Jan 29, 2012 8:07 pm
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Silas

Whoever had changed the jukebot was going to suffer badly. 'Moves like Jagger'? This 21st century music was truly awful. I strode up to the bar, pushing past the mindless dancers as I went to get a drink. The strongest stuff they sold here was pretty weak compared to what I was used to, but I was getting a little hot under the helmet and needed something to calm my nerves. My knives seemed to itch in their housings, eager to spring to my fingertips and from there, who knows? Into the barman, for selling such pathetic refreshments? Into one of the seething mass of dancers? Most likely. I would rather have died than danced. Then again, I had died many times.
I needed somewhere to go. The east wing seemed good; from there, I could overlook the goings on below, and perhaps imagine hurling explosives into the throng of gyrating imbeciles.
At the end of the day, when the sun is gone and the light is lost, the shadows will play.

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Sun Jan 29, 2012 10:26 pm
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Project 98

A tall, helmeted person climbed the stairs to the east side of the club. He looked for a vacant table, but none of them were free. They were filled with various gabbling humanoids, all overwhelmed by alchohol. I tapped my heel on the table my feet were upon, and the man (or so I established from my biological scanner) turned his head and made way to my table. He sat back heavily, and sighed. Wow, this guy seems talkative. I knocked back some of my mineral oil and placed the glass on the table. I made a satisfying 'ah' sound, before turning to my new aquaintance. I raised my metal frame hand, my talon tipped fingers outstretched. "Project 98," I introduced "your blatantly blissful self?"
Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.





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Wed Feb 01, 2012 5:03 am
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I cracked my neck as I walked into the club, I looked around at my surroundings: A droid and some helmeted person were at the bar while numerous humanoids were sitting at the tables. Something that I did often was check out everything that I could see, Being a intergalactic paid pretty good but I made a lot of beings really angry at me. Too bad that I couldn't collect the bounty that was placed on my head, If I could then I would be set for life....well, afterlife anyway. I walked up to one of the tables that was taken by a group of blue-skinned humanoids who were throwing cards between each other laughing wildly. "Move." I ordered "I want to sit here." A blue-skinned humanoid wearing a brown cap that covered most of his bald head looked up at me "Make us." He said annoyed. I rubbed my eyes looking over at the sign that read "No violence" trying to decide whether beating these guys to a pulp before they had a chance to fight back counted as 'Violence'.........
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Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:12 pm
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Koron Gaelic

I walked in first followed by Alice, my wife. She led me into the bar area. "You need to lighten up," Alice said to me, "You've got some...R&R time, so why not use it?"

"Fine, I'll try tó enjoy myself, but remember I'm doing this for you," I replied. It was then I noticed a group of blue-skinned humanoids start to crowd around another person. I couldn't see his face because his back was facing towards me, I went to go help but Alice grabbed me on the arm.

"Koron, please don't,Alice pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back," I said back. I went to go help. I still couldn't see the outnumbered person because now they had crowded fully around him.

"Hey, what's going on here?" I asked them. The one in the brown cap turned towards me.

"It ain't any of your own buiseness," The brown capped alien replied.

"Well it kind of is," I bit back. I decided to end this quickly. I rolled up my sleeve and showed something that every sane person should fear. It was a tattoo. A tattoo that read...666th Revenant Squadron.
I want to see you choke on your lies,
Swallow up your greed,
Suffer all alone in your misery.


My Life Story:
Lies Greed Misery
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Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:17 pm
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My heavy footsteps made loud noises as I walked over this man. A man with a certain tattoo, a very feared tattoo. I couldn't believe he would dare to show that in public. All in a day's work though. Take care of the criminals, leave the rest, my sector of Spartan II's always said. I tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, if you would roll your sleeve down, and put your hands up, I'll make sure there won't be any shooting going on here."
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.





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Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:24 pm
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Silas

"Project 98," The robot extended its hand. I shook, but caught my tongue before I spoke my name in such a public place. Piracy was lucrative, but the enemies numerous too. I bent forward, and spoke quietly; "Silas,"
Poject 98 looked surprised, or at least as surprised as a robot could. Behind my mask, I smiled.
"So what brings you to club Errera?" 98 began to engage in smalltalk. Iwas only here for the table. Still, common courtesy was scant on a pirate's vessel; I would take what I could get.
"My men needed some rest before... something I'm planning. A little surprise for the Core. So long as the crew don't start anything unruly, they won't be noticed here. And if anyone does, he'll experience the vacuum firsthand once we leave,"
"Always a good policy," 98 agreed, "Threaten a man with violence to stop him commiting violence. It's almost poetic,"
It was true. I was beginning to like this metalhead after all...
At the end of the day, when the sun is gone and the light is lost, the shadows will play.

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Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:37 pm
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I cracked my neck looking over the blue humanoids at a man with his sleeve rolled up and the man behind him, Now he looked like some kind of peacekeeper. "You move out of my way, You live. You stay in my way, You die." I said with a smug grin flicking my wrist causing a small metal rod to slid down my arm into my hand. Frankly, I was never one for following the rules & laws and considering my training, natural abilities, and gained ones over the years. Not many people are stupid enough to try and fight me one-on-one for even one-on-fifteen but the blue men must not know who I am. But it was okay cause if they stayed in my way much longer, I might just decide to teach them.
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Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:17 pm
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Koron

I rolled down my sleeve, and just in time too. The unknown man swung some sort of metal bar at my head. I ducked and hit the peacekeeper behind him and sent him into a daze. He went to swing again and nearly hit me but I dodged at the last second and it hit the brown cap and he went tumbling down. I caught his hand so he couldn't swing and then flicked his wrist into a gooseneck. He dropped the metal rod, gritted his teeth in pain and fell down onto his knees. The other stranger, a spartan from looking at him came towards me, fists clenched.

"He's all yours," I told him, or was it a her? I couldn't tell. I began to walk back to my wife.
I want to see you choke on your lies,
Swallow up your greed,
Suffer all alone in your misery.


My Life Story:
Lies Greed Misery
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Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:10 pm
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Someone grabbed me by the wrists and handcuffed my hands behind my back. Really? That's the best they got. I headbutted the person behind me and leaped up allowing me to bring my hands in front of me "I'll take those." I said bending down and taking the key from the person who was now laying unconscious with a bleeding nose. I used the key to unlock the handcuffed which I tossed on the floor: The person was probably some kind of cop or something cause those were made out of Mastanium, One of the strongest forms of metal in the universe...It was also what my sword, knives, and guns were made out of. The blue men who had surrounded me had already scattered though I wasn't sure where they went but it allowed me to sit down at the table. I brushed all the cards and such a crossed the table before leaning back in the chair wondering about the guy who twisted my arm: Frankly, I didn't care considering the fact that my regeneration factor allows me to heal from virtually anything from getting beheaded to getting blown up, Heck I even got a few arrows shot through my head back on Falron. They hurt like the devil but it was nothing that I couldn't heal from.....
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Sun Feb 05, 2012 12:46 pm
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Silas

I looked lazily down into the lower section of the nightclub. Something was kicking off, and judging by the fact that a Spartan was lying prone on the floor I figured it must have been something big.
I stood and looked over at Project 98; "I'm going to have a look. If it's my men fighting, I want to know who's going for a spacewalk without a suit,"
98 nodded andd rose too, silent other than an utterance of the old idiom "Curiosity killed the cat,". I chuckled, though I doubt it was audible over the screeching wail of this 21st century music. Lazily, the pair of us wandered down to where the fighting had been going on. Security were speaking to some of the various patrons sat around the area where the brawl had taken place, and a meditron droid was taking care of the injured Spartan. I took it all in with a cursory glance, curious as to what had happened. No-one seemed to know, and speaking to a security officer was asking to be caught, so I cast about in order to see if anyone looked suspicious. Sure enough, I eventually caught sight of a man sitting with his wife near the rear of the building who fit the bill. Project 98 in tow, I set off to speak with him.
At the end of the day, when the sun is gone and the light is lost, the shadows will play.

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Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:11 pm
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Lola- (im writin two stories at the same time and this is my second one) she looks like this- http://static.becomegorgeous.com/img/ar ... n_hair.jpg
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Lola-

I walk
Inside the nightclub. You can tell theres been a huge fight and people were investigating. I went to the bar and ordered, i dont know what drink it was but it was purple and I love purple.

I work on an on-going space craft, we stop every once in a while to just hang out. I looked around. My powers is I can make a forcefield appear around me. I am still looking around when my eye stops on this guy talking to this couple. Is he an investigator? I look back and focus on my drink. I look down at my boot and take out a couple of wepons, i take out my gun and hook it onto my belt, i take out my knife and keep it in my boot, then i take out a mini bomb ive kept for emergencies and put in in a pouch connected to my belt as well. I look at the bartender, he was staring at me. "what? You've never seen a girl with a gun before?" i said smiling.
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Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:52 pm
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I continued to go after the man. He had thought I was talking to someone else. Not a chance. That was the oldest trick in the book. I grabbed his shoulder, but he swatted it away.
"Excuse me sir, but you have to come with me."
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.





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Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:39 pm
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Silas

I arrived at the table of the couple, but not before another patorn began to argue with the tattooed man. I bit back frustration- all I wanted was to ask a few simple questions. Was that so much to ask for? You can conquer the entire outer system with nothing but a boat and a crew of knuckleheads, yet it was impossible to simply enjoy a drink in a social- if not quiet- environment. I believe I began hissing with frustration, as I often do, but whatever happened I soon had the attention not only of the tattooed man and his wife, but also the Spartan.
"Is there something you would like to say?" the Spartan asked, clearly aggrovated.
Exhasperation took my tongue by surprise; "Yes, but not to you. Now step aside,"
The Spartan's face was covered, but his body language radiated surprise; "What?"
"I believe I told you to step aside," The words scrabbled over one another, pouring uncensored from my lips. Inwardly, I smiled as the the fire of anger blazed into life.
"I don't think you know who you're talking to-" The Spartan began.
"And I don't think you heared me right. Step aside!" I cut them off, aggrovation circumventing rational thought.
The Spartan stepped forward; "I'm placing you under arrest,"
I knew I'd blown my own cover, but I had already stopped caring, already forgotten about the tattooed man and his wife, my crew, Project 98.
The blades mounted in my gauntlets sprang to my fingers with an audible shriek. I savoured the familiar sound, and the thought of what I could do to this fool.
"I shall give you one, oh-so final warning. Step aside!"
At the end of the day, when the sun is gone and the light is lost, the shadows will play.

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