Out of the Frying Pan 2 (Bol and Kesler)

[maddmic]

Bol looked on in disbelief as the mild-mannered human snapped. 'Poor guy. Must be under a lot of stress.' He then lets a smile creep across his lips. 'Of course, this couldn't have worked out any better, even if I had planned it this way.'

As he gets to the door, the Bothan nods to the human. "Sounds like you need to get off this rock as much as I do. Can't help you on the money front, but meet me at the nearest cantina around the corner if you're wanting to leave this place. Perhaps we can work something out."

Once outside he shakes his head. He then turns the corner and looks for the nearest drinking establishment.

 

[Dire Lemming]

After the Bothan leaves, Kesler lies down on one of the beds and closes his eyes. For a while he simply lays there, trying to remember his home. Finally he sits up again, What is wrong with me? I can’t let myself lose it like that. All this endless brown, and the heat, I have to get off this dust ball.” He stands up and begins searching through various containers, “I’m going to have to replace my old Med Kit, can’t bring the Bacta tank.” He works for a long time on his makeshift medical kit, and when he is finally finished, he packs up the rest of his belongings and steps outside. Leaving a hasty note on the door that he has left he heads for the nearest cantina, still not really sure what he is doing.

[sblock]OOC: So I’m not sure how this works but I want to try to put together a Medical Kit, and possibly a Surgery Kit. Here are some skills that might apply; Knowledge (Medicine) +12, Treat Injury +11, Repair +9.

Also, I just realized that the Treat Injury check I have posted is too high, I’ll change that.[/sblock]

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Bol exits the medical facility and immediately spots the nearest drinking establishment, as it seems that some of its more rowdy members are being tossed out by a rather ugly Gammorean. More ugly than normal for their race, that is. Even as he takes in the scene, he can hear the doctor running to catch up to him, carrying a bag that seems to be bulging with equipment of some sort.

The interior of the place is dark and hazy, though neither of you are sure if it's the deathsticks or the lack of lights that make it that way. More than a few races are represented here, various groups in different corners discussing this or that. Music is playing, but it would seem the owner doesn't have the funds to hire a real band, as it's being piped in through speakers somewhere. There are dancers however. A quartet of female humans and Twi'Leks are gyrating to the music while onlookers toss credits at their feet. You can see the Gammorean eyeing you as you enter, but he is more intent on those surrounding the girls. A slight squeaking sound gets your attention, but before you can figure it out, a tug on Bol's clothes shows the both of you a Chadra-Fan who is attempting to speak to you.

"Help you can? No yes?"

Kesler has fashioned himself a makeshift medical bag and surgical kit. They should last a while....

 

[maddmic]

Bol looks down at the Chadra. "Help you? I'm afraid that help is not something I specialize in. He, however, helps lots of people. Perhaps you can ask him?" He throws his thumb in the direction of the doctor. "He's a doctor. He helps many people with many different problems. That what you're looking for?" Not really waiting for an answer, Bol continues to try to make it to the bar to order a drink.

 

[Dire Lemming]

As Kesler catches up with the Bothan he says, "I’m sorry about that it’s just… You said you could help me get off this rock. If you really can I’ll call us even.”

He gazes absent-mindedly at the dancers as they enter the cantina. He hadn’t visited this cantina very often, and wondered why; it wasn’t as if he’d had much of anything better to do for the past few months.

Kesler listens silently to the conversation between his new acquaintance and the Chadra-Fan, until he is pointed to. He stares at the Bothan’s retreating back, at the Chadra, and then back at the Bothan. Seeing however that the Bothan is only heading to the bar he turns back to the smaller alien and asks, “What is it? Do you need a doctor?”

[sblock]OOC: What's a Chanda-Fan?[/sblock]

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

OOC: Chadra-Fan

The mousy alien squeaks again, but in a more somber tone. "Doctor no. Help you can. Me give help. Want you something?"

Bol makes his way to the bar and a rather disheveled looking human, Chandrillan from the looks of him, takes your attention. "What can I get you stranger?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler stares perplexedly at the bat faced little fellow, with his terrible basic. "What do you need help with?” He starts to move slowly towards the bar; assuming that the Chadra-Fan will follow if whatever it wants is actually important.

 

[maddmic]

OOC:
Just wanted to let you guys know, I'm on vacation. Posting is going to be very sporatic. Sorry guys.

IC:
Bol looks at the barkeep and nods behind the counter. "I'll take the strongest thing that you've got." He then looks back at the doctor. "Want anything to drink doc? You figure out what that little guy needs yet?"

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Thanks for the update maddmic. That's okay though because I'm still getting the other group to you....

The tiny creature eventually gives up and walks away, heading over to another group of individuals who quickly shoo him away. The bartender gives Bol a tall glass of something brown and foul-smelling with a strange green froth on top of it.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kesler looks back at the little fellow pestering some new customers, "Whatever it was, I don't think it was all that important." He wasn't a big drinker (he'd at least managed to avoid that in his depression), so he decided to go with something boring and safe. "I'll have a Corellian Ale."

Kesler takes a seat next to The Bothan, and turns to watch the dancers, wondering for just a moment if any of them are in a situation similar to his. Finally he speaks, "Before we get down to business we should probably introduce ourselves. I'm Kesler Murada." Though he speaks to Bol he seems quite fascinated by the dancers.


OOC: Wow, it's been about a week since the last post, a few years ago I probably would have forgotten to keep checking. C'mon mad, get your butt off that beach chair.... and onto your computer chair! Though I guess Kesler is fairly entertained at the moment.

Well anyway I guess this is late but don't forget to have a good time, I've heard that's actually quite common on vacations