The Juggler clicks his tongue. "Why, you poor, poor child. You've clearly lead a sheltered life, and it is my task--nay--my duty, to be your instructor in the ways of the world." He lightly tosses several bottles on the counter before him, and then ducks under the counter, and the reemerges shortly thereafter with a small blender, some ice cubes, and a banana. He quickly begins blending the contents of several of the bottles together with an eerie precision. "Now, to answer your question--a daiquiri is fun in liquid form. It is the ninth wonder of the world, and the nectar of the Gods, their last and greatest gift to mankind." He pours the ice cubes into the blender and hits the button--then stops it, and adds the liquids and the banana. He considers it for a moment, then produces a sugar packet, and adds it to the mixture. Then--he turns the blender on again, his hands tapping idly on the tabletop. Eventually, he turns it off, and the grabs a glass, juggles it briefly, then expertly places it on the bar. He then pours the icy mixture into it, and offers it to Monkey Wrench. "Your banana daiquiri, miss."
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Monkey Wrench walks over to the glass and eyes it suspiciously. She sniffs it carefully and then smiles.
"Mmmmm, Bananas"
She struggles briefly trying to lift the glass before spying a large box of straws further down the bar. After placing a long straw in the glass she stands up and takes a big sip. She then proceeds to spit it all over Juggler's chest.
"Ooops. Uh. Sorry about that. It... uh... went down the wrong way. It's very good. Really. "
The monkey then proceeds to flip over a small tumbler to sit on and takes a much smaller sip of the drink.
"Mmmmm, Bananas"
She struggles briefly trying to lift the glass before spying a large box of straws further down the bar. After placing a long straw in the glass she stands up and takes a big sip. She then proceeds to spit it all over Juggler's chest.
"Ooops. Uh. Sorry about that. It... uh... went down the wrong way. It's very good. Really. "
The monkey then proceeds to flip over a small tumbler to sit on and takes a much smaller sip of the drink.
Simon glances at the mess on his costume, and frowns. "Damn. I'll have to change." He "walks" down below the desk--and then pops up in a different costume. This one is a yellow motley with a white collar, green pants, and an orange jester's cap. On the motley are the words 'You can't fool me--there ain't no sanity clause!' written in red letters.
big man comin thru... (GAUNTLET)
((my character has not yet been approved... but i thought I read where you could go ahead an join the hero's lounge... so if i'm not supposed to post yet let me know
))
A new voice addresses the voice recognition system. It is a man's voice husky and thickly accented.
"Gauntlet..."
The doors slide open and a mountian of a man eases through the door. He has to turn sideways somewhat to accomodate his frame. The most striking thing about this man are the massive robotic arms which seem to have been bolted to his his body at the shoulder. They seem more like construction equipment than limbs. They are large, bulky, blocky, and even painted yellow to match the machines they resemble. Hydraulics and metal tubing is visible in places, and when the arms move they do so with an audible metallic grind (think ED 209 sound effects from robocop).
Other than his massive metal arms, the man who enters the lounge is ruggedly handsom. He has very square facial features, intense green eyes, and mediumlength dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. The hair has a slight natural curl to it that would lead one to belive that at this length it would fly outl of control if not kept pulled back. His body is massively muscled, but even so one would think those arms would throw himoff balance, but he moves gracefully nontheless. He is dressed in a slightly modified uniform which is sleeveless to accomodate his arms. He bears the groups badge over his heart on a two-tone greenand yellow sleevesless shirt. His pants are simple green cargo pants.
After clearing the doorway, the obvious cyborg looks around at those present. A broad smile spread across his lips as he spot the people (primates) at the bar.
"Dobry den'! Good day! My name Aleksander, but you may call me Gauntlet." His accent is a thick, (yet velvety) Russian.
He glances back and forth between Juggler and Monkey Wrench...
"Well... this has "corney bar joke" written all over it, da?"
He crosses his arms, which clank together loudly, and smiles again.
(((ooc: hope i get approved soon... this looks like a fun bunch of ppl)))
((my character has not yet been approved... but i thought I read where you could go ahead an join the hero's lounge... so if i'm not supposed to post yet let me know
))A new voice addresses the voice recognition system. It is a man's voice husky and thickly accented.
"Gauntlet..."
The doors slide open and a mountian of a man eases through the door. He has to turn sideways somewhat to accomodate his frame. The most striking thing about this man are the massive robotic arms which seem to have been bolted to his his body at the shoulder. They seem more like construction equipment than limbs. They are large, bulky, blocky, and even painted yellow to match the machines they resemble. Hydraulics and metal tubing is visible in places, and when the arms move they do so with an audible metallic grind (think ED 209 sound effects from robocop).
Other than his massive metal arms, the man who enters the lounge is ruggedly handsom. He has very square facial features, intense green eyes, and mediumlength dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. The hair has a slight natural curl to it that would lead one to belive that at this length it would fly outl of control if not kept pulled back. His body is massively muscled, but even so one would think those arms would throw himoff balance, but he moves gracefully nontheless. He is dressed in a slightly modified uniform which is sleeveless to accomodate his arms. He bears the groups badge over his heart on a two-tone greenand yellow sleevesless shirt. His pants are simple green cargo pants.
After clearing the doorway, the obvious cyborg looks around at those present. A broad smile spread across his lips as he spot the people (primates) at the bar.
"Dobry den'! Good day! My name Aleksander, but you may call me Gauntlet." His accent is a thick, (yet velvety) Russian.
He glances back and forth between Juggler and Monkey Wrench...
"Well... this has "corney bar joke" written all over it, da?"
He crosses his arms, which clank together loudly, and smiles again.
(((ooc: hope i get approved soon... this looks like a fun bunch of ppl)))
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"A banana daiquiri," notes the Juggler to Monkey Wrench's question--and then any further conversation is stopped by the lumbering cyborg entering the Ready Lounge. At his last comment, Simon puts his hand to his chin, and considers. "A clown, a monkey, and a robot walk into a bar..." He sighs. "Nope. I'm not getting anything. Sorry." He smiles. "So, what will you be having for a drink? I think I can cover any request aside from motor oil, and the like."
Monkey Wrench waves at Gauntlet takes another big sip of her drink, and giggles.
"I might have some in here .... somewhere...."
She reaches back to dig into a small toolbox at her feet. She pulls out a wrench set, a laptop computer, and several other items that shouldn't physically be able to fit in the box but eventually shrugs and piles everything back into the box.
"No oil today, sorry."
She then proceeds to fall off the bar and into the floor with a solid thunk.
(ooc: My character isn't approved either, and I'm not sure Juggler is, so join on in. Also, Monkey Wrench looks to weigh about 2 lbs.
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"I might have some in here .... somewhere...."
She reaches back to dig into a small toolbox at her feet. She pulls out a wrench set, a laptop computer, and several other items that shouldn't physically be able to fit in the box but eventually shrugs and piles everything back into the box.
"No oil today, sorry."
She then proceeds to fall off the bar and into the floor with a solid thunk.
(ooc: My character isn't approved either, and I'm not sure Juggler is, so join on in. Also, Monkey Wrench looks to weigh about 2 lbs.
)motor oil?
Gauntlet looks at Joker for a moment then waves one of his metal hands dismissively.
"Nyet comrade, the doctors tell me that something in here (he gestures at his torso) converts whatever I would normally consume into the fluids needed to maintain my mechanical parts."
When the little monkey speaks Gaunlet blinks at her in surprise, but as she falls off the table he makes a move as if to help her... then hesitates and looks over at Juggler.
"Um, could you picker her up... I'm afraid I may damage her..." He holds his hands up as if to demonstrate.
He looks at the glass on the table, than at Juggler disapprovingly.
"Is there alchohol in that? That glass is bigger than her." He puts his hands on his hips and raises one eyebrow.
Gauntlet looks at Joker for a moment then waves one of his metal hands dismissively.
"Nyet comrade, the doctors tell me that something in here (he gestures at his torso) converts whatever I would normally consume into the fluids needed to maintain my mechanical parts."
When the little monkey speaks Gaunlet blinks at her in surprise, but as she falls off the table he makes a move as if to help her... then hesitates and looks over at Juggler.
"Um, could you picker her up... I'm afraid I may damage her..." He holds his hands up as if to demonstrate.
He looks at the glass on the table, than at Juggler disapprovingly.
"Is there alchohol in that? That glass is bigger than her." He puts his hands on his hips and raises one eyebrow.
The Juggler proceeds to deftly pick the fallen monkey up and set her on the bar, his expression offended. "Are you asking me if there is alcohol in Ms. Wrench's banana daiquiri? It's daiquiri! Of course there's alcohol in it! 'Eat, drink, be merry, for tomorrow you may die' that's my motto. Though someone's apparently robbed you of at least two of the above, for which you get my sincerest commiserations." He leaps to the bar, then kicks up several bottles, and begins to juggle. "It occurs to me that we haven't been introduced. I'm Simon Bateleur, better known by my nomme de guerre 'the Juggler', and the presently inebriated ape is Monkey Wrench."
welcome to crazy town... current population.. 2 and a... quarter?
Gauntlet shrugs helplessly, apparently unwilling to further debate the ethics of giving monkeys alcoholic drinks whose mass exceeds that of the monkey in question.
"Pozhalujsta, a pleasure... wait..." he pauses to think, "... THE Juggler?"
He looks Juggler up and down.
"Yes! I remember now hearing of your, ahem, exploits. You have change of heart I hear? You must have... you are here with the Resolutes."
Gauntlet approaches the bar, careful to avoid bumping into anything. While definitely bulky, he seems to have a handle on moving about without causing any damage to his surroundings. Gauntlet avoids testing the strength of the bar stool however. He looks down at Monkey Wrench.
"So how did you come to be here little one," he asks, hoping the diminuitive hero isnt too gone to speak.
Gauntlet shrugs helplessly, apparently unwilling to further debate the ethics of giving monkeys alcoholic drinks whose mass exceeds that of the monkey in question.
"Pozhalujsta, a pleasure... wait..." he pauses to think, "... THE Juggler?"
He looks Juggler up and down.
"Yes! I remember now hearing of your, ahem, exploits. You have change of heart I hear? You must have... you are here with the Resolutes."
Gauntlet approaches the bar, careful to avoid bumping into anything. While definitely bulky, he seems to have a handle on moving about without causing any damage to his surroundings. Gauntlet avoids testing the strength of the bar stool however. He looks down at Monkey Wrench.
"So how did you come to be here little one," he asks, hoping the diminuitive hero isnt too gone to speak.
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