Thomas Judge: ((Night DM! Thanks for
the scene))
Thomas Judge: He grins "Hows it goin'
anyroad, long lemon no see?"
David Poe: " Same as always. Just going to
school and working here. Well, and I still have the webpage. "
Thomas Judge: "Oh yeah, the porn king." A
wink an smile "Wats up with you an Roxy? You guys not seein' eye to eye?"
Thomas Judge: ((On Rav's word, rolling
Awareness Diff 10! For the magics out back))
Thomas Judge:
d10: Perc & Awareness: 9,8,4,8,5,
Thomas Judge: ((Nada! *g*))
David Poe: * He shakes his head at that. *
" More like the prince and no, things are fine. We just play around with each
other like that. "
David Poe:
d10: per+Aware: 2,9,6,4,
Thomas Judge: A small frown, he came, they
kissed, he walked away, she walked away...thats playing? a small shake of his
head, the devil not quite getting it. "So yer playin' 'ard to get, dude, you
need to start takin the initative, she is totally rulin' yer 'kingdom' man, grab
yer pair step up, all robin."
David Poe: * He shrugs. * " No I'm not
playing hard to get at all, man. We are roomates. I mean yeah we have a sort of
relationship thing going on but we like teasing each other. It's cool. Dont
worry about it. "
Thomas Judge: He shrugs "Fair play gov,
yer call, so save for sexy Roxy an robin score on that by the way, everythign
else robin, how you findin' Alyssa, she 'as a real thing for you ya know, wants
to lay with ya an everything, well if you were greek, and she calls Roxy a
hussy" He laughs at that.
David Poe: " Alyssa is alright. You kinda
did a number on her though. As far as her wanting to lay with me she is right,
I'm not greek. "
David Poe: * He starts to clean another
glass, pausing halfway through it to take another sip of his coffee. *
Thomas Judge: "Hey man, I never lied, I
said you wanna sleep with me, an she said yes?" He holds his hands out "She
never asked if I believed in the gods till after the deed, of course I
didn't realise she was a few boats short of a fleet till after as well."
David Poe: " Tried telling her that even
if you did its not like its the first time a man ever did that. I dont hold it
against you so dont worry about that. "
Thomas Judge: "Hey she was hot, it was
consensual." A small frown "Well I 'ope you 'elped her out alright."
David Poe: * He shrugs at that. * " To
tell you the truth man I have not talked to her in awhile. I should probably
call her. I think I got her hooked up with the right folks though. "
Thomas Judge: He leans closer "an between
you an me, she keeps wantin' to take me out in the woods an do it again, we
already 'ave once, kinda wierd for a bird that makes such a big deal out of it,
but she is a lil tapped I think."
Thomas Judge: He nods "Well lets 'ope she
doesn't call 'em Barbarians then!" A chuckle at that
David Poe: * He shakes his head. * " You
could do alot worse than her Tom. Why dont you go for it? Maybe she thought
about it and thinks you might have a little Greek in the old boy? " * A wink. *
Thomas Judge: A bigger grin "Old..." He
shrugs, if only he knew. "Hey, I could 'ave gone for that one, but well, it
never 'appened that way, she went all sixes an two's on me, besides, I 'ave
another girl lined up, I ddi 'ave a bird for a bit but that all fell apart, damn
suposed friends an there big ass noses, makes you really see the bigger pic. But
am lucky, there is this lass that I could really go for."
David Poe: " Well thats good to hear if
that is what you want man. It is hard to belive that she is pushing that after
the way that she acted the first time but if I know anything about girls its
that ninty four percent of them are crazy. The rest are celibate. "
Thomas Judge: He laughs loud at that,
shaking his head "You know wat Dave, we should go for a pint sum lemon, am
thinkin' we could get on quite well man!"
C.R.: Out
from the back he comes, yawning a little bit and rubbing at his face. The goth
has the look of a man who just woke up, slightly zombie-ish, dressed in a black
sleeveless tee that reads "Ain't nothin' but a Goth thing" and a pair of jeans.
He grunts a little in greeting to David as he shuffles toward the espresso
machine.
David Poe: " I turn twenty one soon. You
could take me out and get me pissed for my very first time. " * He chuckles at
that and starts to put the glass away. * " I am kinda hoping that Roxy will have
a surprise for me then, though. "
Thomas Judge: He slaps him on the
shoulder. "Well after she 'as 'opefully done this suprise, I'll get you ratted,
tis a crap law that you know, over the pond you can drink when yer 18!" He looks
at the new guy "You fellas live out back?"
David Poe: * He nods to CR and smiles as
he keeps cleaning. * " Top of the morning to you boss. "
David Poe: * He shakes his head at that. *
" You know why they have the law the way it is here? "
C.R.: He
looks up at Thomas, blinking away eyeliner crust from his eyes as vision comes
clearer. His voice is slightly raspy as he speaks...someone had a good night. "I
own the place. Hi." He looks away from the Brit, starting up a quad as he
mutters to David. "Make the evil fuckin' fireball in the sky go away. I don'
like it."
Thomas Judge: "Looks like sumone was on
the Jazz!" He grins, pulling out another cough and lighting it.
David Poe: * He smiles at CR's responce.
Just about what he expected out of him. * " How would one know when to pass out
without it though? Dont worry, I will work on it. "
Thomas Judge: He smiles at Daves response.
Aww look at the monkey, thinking he can take away the sun, it's kinda cute
really.
C.R.: "You
figure out how, I'll give you a big raise. Maybe as much as 20%." He runs his
hand through the rat's nest one might call hair, waiting for the machine to
deliver his caffeinated goodness.
Thomas Judge: "Hey Dave...and" He points
at C.R "The boss, can one of you guys 'elp me, am wantin' anime, lots of it,
books an DBD's an sum of them print stuff if you 'ave 'em, am up for orderin'
but I need 'em before the 13th of November!"
Thomas Judge: ((DBD=DVD))
David Poe: " You know, I bet its possible.
This is Tom, by the way. "
David Poe: " Why not go to a place that
sells that sort of stuff? "
C.R.: He
looks up. "Hey, Tom. Umm...anime. Well..." He takes a deep breath, trying to
clear his head enough to think. "We've got some manga...not much, but a little.
We don't stock DVD's, but I've got some connections...I can order them for you.
What titles are you looking for?"
David Poe: * He glances up to the clock
and swears to himself. * " Shit guys, I gota go. Talk to you later. "
David Poe: {{ Player just realised that
the sun is rising and I have to work this afternoon. }}
Thomas Judge: He shrugs "I 'ave no idea,
it's for a chick, I can imagine most of the major titles she 'as so maybe sum
out of the mainstream types, Manga is wat the americans call it right?" It is
obvious he only has a basic knowledge of this "An wat about prints or the like
from..." He clicks his fingers "Akira, or sumthing like that." He then looks to
Dave "An to answer that quesion, it is why am 'ere, tryin' to find a place that
sells 'em, your not gonna get much custom turnin' folk down like that Dave"
Another deep drag on his cough.
David Poe: * He tosses his cup in the
trash and grabs his coat before heading out. *
C.R.: "No
prob, Dave. Catch you later." He pulls out a clove and lights up as the espresso
machine finishes up. He reaches over for the quad and takes a sip, getting that
grimace that comes along with such a potent coffee drink
Thomas Judge: ((Night Dark!))
C.R.:
((Night, Green))
Thomas Judge: ((Night Dark *sratches head
I mean Green of course!))
Thomas Judge: He looks to C.R. "So boss,
tell me can you 'elp or am I fucked an gonna 'ave to wander sum more?"
C.R.: "All
right, I can get you Akira prints," he says with a nod. "We've got some of the
lesser-known mangas...good shit, though. For the DVD's..." He frowns,
considering. A little less zombie-like with each sip of his quad. "Gimme a
style. We talkin' sci-fi like Akira, Cowboy Beebop, that stuff, or fantasy like
Lodoss and Berserk...or the adult anime? Nothin' like a little good tentacle
sex..."
Thomas Judge: He clicks his fingers
"Cowboy Beebop that rings a bell, give me it all." He stops on the tentacle sex
bit. "Tentacle sex?" He seems to consider it. "Is it popular?"
C.R.: "Yeah,
if you've got a sick mind." He chuckles a little. "It's good for a laugh, not
much more. Always shit about demons with lots of tentacles who want to take over
the world or create demonspawn with which to rule the word. The Japanese have
some scary ideas about what's erotic."
Thomas Judge: He blinks at the
description. Then just stares at him like he didn't quite catch it. "Wat...really?"
Another blink "That’s...Japanese folk you say." Gets that pencilled in,
obviously some bad shit in Japan! maybe an earthbound has tried to re-create the
Nephlim, that could explain it. “Demons really.” He shakes his head almost
violently “Nah, am thinkin’ that won’t go down too well.”
C.R.:
"Gotcha." He leans against the counter, ashing the clove. "So, your chick's into
Cowboy Beebop. Cool...she's got some taste." He reaches under the counter and
grabs an industry trade magazine, sliding it over. "Pick some shit out, I'll
order it. If I place the order today, it'll get in next Friday, and you'll be
good to go."
Thomas Judge: He looks at the magazine "Wat
me pick 'im out." He looks back to the magazine and opens it up "How do I know
which ones are this demon sex kind?" He looks back to the book like it could
bite him "So many!"
C.R.: He
grins a bit and flips the book open, pointing some things out. "All right...this
section here is the adult stuff. Not all demon sex, some of it's actually damn
good...you can tell by the write-ups. What you're gonna be looking for, if she's
into the Beebop-type, is back here." He flips back a little bit. "There you
are." He hands over a pen. "Just circle what all you want. I'll place the order
based on that."
Thomas Judge: He takes the pen and starts
reading "Fuck me, there is alot of this. Hey how come all the birds seem to 'ave
massive tits or seem to be school girls?" He looks up "Can I grab a coffe please
boss..." A tilt of the head "Do you 'ave a name gov?"
C.R.: "Sure
can. Just a straight house coffee, or something espresso-good? And it's C.R."
Thomas Judge: "Espresso please gov, gonna
do this then take off, an C.R eh, stand for anything." He looks back dow and
starts circling stuff. "Hey can I get one of those Indian no sorry Cowboy Bebop
print things as well?"
C.R.: "it
does stand for something." And he leaves at that, as he makes the man up an
espresso. "Yeah, I can get you a Beebop lithograph."
Thomas Judge: He slides back the
magazine, there are about 10 items circled. "So 'ow much for the prints, them
DVD's an the brew CR?" He points to the coffee
C.R.: He
looks over the magazine. "Let's see...too fuckin' early to do math, umm..." He
thinks about it. "Twenty-two bucks per DVD, 25 per print, and $3.50 for the
coffee, plus shipping..." He starts scribbling down some numbers. "289.43."
Thomas Judge: He pulls out his wallet
"I only 'ave hundred in cash right now, that work as a deposit till I pick 'em
up?"
C.R.:
"Absolutely." He nods.
Thomas Judge: He does the espresso in one
go. blinking a few times. "Thats the pick me up I was after!" Licking his lips
C.R.: He
chuckles. "Yeah, espresso is my friend." He pulls a piece of paper and starts
scribbling down order numbers to what Thomas is getting.
Thomas Judge: He hands over the cash,
tentivley, it was a 100 bucks. "Cheers CR, I'll be in before next Fri am
thinkin' to pay up, so if yer 'ere I'll catch you around, but I best be off, 'ave
shit to prep for this afternoon." He nods and turns "Thanks bud, 'ope that fire
in the sky don't do you in too much." A grin as starts to leave
C.R.: "Yeah,
here's hopin'. Nice meetin' you, Tom. I'll talk to you later."
Thomas Judge: He waves back to the man as
he leaves the store. ((Thanks for the scene, am laughing my ass off her about
that tenticle line!))
C.R.: ((*G*
Thought you might like that. Thanks for the scene.))