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[Cheesecake]

Rodrigo shot a glance at Jean, his fellow countryman. "Fine as I can be," he said curtly. In truth, he was insufferable. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as the drinks he'd had had turned him bellicose.

((There's six of us, so maybe we'll use those two-seater biplanes? I also can't wait for the inevitable giant monster fight!)) ((Also, is it right to use three 'had's in that sentence?))

[Dustan Hache]

Mattherson would be sitting in a corner opposite to jean, sipping from what appears to be a glass of water. Hopefully it wasn't spiked.

[Wolfhunter107]

Hearing Jean's words, Charles looked up from his drink. "I'm doing pretty well", he said, nodding, "though it is quite stuffy in here. Maybe I could try to get ahold of a fan or something."

[Powder Miner]

One Peruvian pilot in particular was even more drunk than the others, having imbibed quite a bit of alcohol in a small amount of time. He grinned as he approached the group, and began speaking in a voice with a slow, Spanish-speaker's accent and slurred with the alcohol. "Green Squadron? Eyy! I'm Green Squadron too! We're gonna be HEROES! Fightin' off the enemy... stallin' its advance with bullets an' bombs... juzz like General Caceres!"
Any of the group that had spent any amount of time around Oscar could probably recognize an incoming patriotic rant when they could see one.

[WillowLuman]

Ah, so that was his deal. Chickenshit. Walter sighed, he supposed everyone couldn't be gung-ho about the oncoming apocalypse, but it helped morale.
"You know, kid" He chuckled at himself. 'Kid', he was probably about the same age as this guy. Still, experience counted for something. "Kid," he repeated, "Just cause you fly doesn't mean you're gonna splatter. It's the fall that kills ya, so don't fall. What kinda bird ya going in, they told ya yet?"

"N..ng...jussb'n practicing in a *hic* one-shot bomber. They'll prob'bly send us out in som'th'n elshe though..."

[Cheesecake]

One Peruvian pilot in particular was even more drunk than the others, having imbibed quite a bit of alcohol in a small amount of time. He grinned as he approached the group, and began speaking in a voice with a slow, Spanish-speaker's accent and slurred with the alcohol. "Green Squadron? Eyy! I'm Green Squadron too! We're gonna be HEROES! Fightin' off the enemy... stallin' its advance with bullets an' bombs... juzz like General Caceres!"
Any of the group that had spent any amount of time around Oscar could probably recognize an incoming patriotic rant when they could see one.

Rodrigo faced the other way, fingers rubbing his throbbing temples. Hopefully Rodrigo's dulled senses would be enough to drown out the inevitable speech.

"Mierda," he muttered under his breath.

[Powder Miner]

Oscar "elegantly" ignored Rodrigo's spanish curse, choosing to continue on with his little speech.
"Some people... some people think the Blight is some unstoppable force of death. Well, lemme tellya, they're full a' manure." He was facing the drunken and possibly depressed dart-playing cadet now. "Back in, back in the Warathe Pacific, there were a lotta people convinced that the Chi-le-an onslaught was unstoppable. Conquest was imminent and all that whatever. But it wasn't so, friend!" He patted the hapless fellow on the shoulder. "General Caceres fought 'em off in Brena, an', an' he and his for the large part survived! Because, even when odds seem unstoppable, even when your enemies look invincible, they ain't, and if you just holdddout, you can ged a heroic vigtory!" He thumped the other man on the back, in an attempt at a reassuring pat. "Yeeah."

[WillowLuman]

Upon being thumped on the back, the cadet drops his darts, doubles over, and vomits profusely on the linoleum floor in front of the bar. The bartender shakes his head "Well, at least he missed the carpet."

[Cheesecake]

Upon being thumped on the back, the cadet drops his darts, doubles over, and vomits profusely on the linoleum floor in front of the bar. The bartender shakes his head "Well, at least he missed the carpet."

"Too bad he missed the carpet," Rodrigo jibed to the Green Squadron. "At least then we'd have an excuse to throw it out..."

[O.Wilde]

"Too bad he missed the carpet," Rodrigo jibed to the Green Squadron. "At least then we'd have an excuse to throw it out..."

"Are we sure he missed the carpet? I don't think there's a difference in color.... Or texture, for that matter. Jesus."
He turned away from the cadet, sipping his won drink as he talked idly to the man doubled over next to him, as Oscar raved into his other ear. Something about generals. "The one-shots aren't bad. If you're high enough to be bombing with it, you're high enough for the chute to work."
That wasn't quite true, and the chutes hardly ever helped. He had been in engineering long enough to know a prototype when he saw it, and that's all they were. Shoddy things that had a tendency, in high wind, to send you spiraling into the ground at a nice clip. That's if it even deployed, of course. But he wasn't gonna tell the kid that.
"Don't worry about anything when you're in the air, worst case you come down and you gotta bail. Just fly, kid, don't sweat the drop."

[Sosoku234]

((Is this game still accepting players?))

[Wolfhunter107]

The roster is currently filled, but there is a waitlist. Odds are that we'll need at least one or two replacement pilots after the first mission.

[WillowLuman]

(Guess I need to poke this a bit more, too)

The cadet, now slumped against the bar, just groaned, probably too drunk to think about how poorly people on the ground fared near the blight.

[Dustan Hache]

He would get up, and try to help the cadet to his feet. best to get him to whatever bunkroom he belonged before a officer got in.

[Wolfhunter107]

Hearing the start of yet another nationalist rant, Charles turned to Walter. "How bad off is Oscar?" he asked. "Has he started insulting Chile yet, or is he still just bragging?"