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[Theoboldi]

Wendigo calls out to the Operator telepathically, his voice resonating in his head.

"I can hear what you're thinking about, you know. I don't approve of what you did. Just wanted to let you know."

[SomeStupidGuy]

Auster walks to the bar, opening the door with a breeze as he enters.

[OREOSOME]

Hawke eyes the sight of another newcomer.
Lots of people here tonight. Normally Keep just gets one guy in a whole night.

[Rolepgeek]

The pyro left. Oh well. She'd talk later...for now, a drink sounded nice...maybe some vodka with lemon juice. Wake her up, at least. So she flitted to the bar. Traveling in two-dimensions was far faster than three; buildings could be entered through windows and doors, passed out the same way, no need to stick the sidewalks...and far cheaper than a car or motorcycle. Though she did have one. At the bar, she waited outside the door a bit. When noone was near, Shades 3Ded herself, and went it. True to her name, she did wear sunglasses at night...

[GreatWyrmGold]

Is that so, Hawke? Well, this is the barkeep's lucky night.
*orders a drink*

[Mr. Doc]

When no one else is looking Eric thumbs his nose at Wendigo and tries to think as loud as he can. Hey, I needed the coin. I wasn't too proud either.
He then turns to Hawke. "Yeah that's a tale better left untold."

[SomeStupidGuy]

Auster makes his way to a stool and sits down.
"Could I get a drink? Don't care too much about what kind."
After getting his drink, he turns to the others.
"Good evening, gentlemen."

[GreatWyrmGold]

Good evening. What brings you here?

[Theoboldi]

"Almost Murder."

Wendigo looks slightly dissapointed, but otherwise lets no one know what he hears. He cools down his drink with a swift hand motion, waiting for Auster's version of the story.

(Cursive shall be nontelepathic thought stuff.)

[SomeStupidGuy]

"Uh, managed to get a bit of practice with these things. "
He shows off one of his stun batons.
"Though, I did come worryingly close to killing some thug. Don't worry. He's alright, as far as I know."

[Cassandra]

Solarfrost enters the bar cautiously, glancing around the room ever so curiously.

[Rolepgeek]

Natalie orders her drink at the bar, and what seems to be a mini-convention of people catches her eye; mainly because someone was waving electric batons around willy-nilly. Bloody fools. But- ah, there he is. Hawke. Her quarry. Bit crowded though...Best not to try just yet. Besides, she liked to get to know her targets. Understand what made them tick, so she would best know how to get rid of it.

[OREOSOME]

Something's up. There is no way in hell all these people would head here. Someone here has something else planned..Hawke thought this, and tried to keep it concealed as hard as possible.
Alright... So, anyone else have some story to tell or something?

[Cassandra]

She moves over to the bar herself, ordering a shot of vodka.

[Mr. Doc]

Eric asks for a water and surveys the patrons of the bar. "Gettin' awfully busy in here..."