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*Calmly sups a pausing only to pick the occasional ovlive off the top of the mini-bar...*


Hmmmm I wonder

*pops head just over mini-bar*

Have you got any rollmop herrings over there guys - they go really well with the martinis...


's back down

*a rollmop herring comes flying out from behind the minibar*

is there a red herring I could order 'specially made?

I'm afraid we're all out of red herrings at the moment Elwyn, could I interest you in our fine selection of Blue or Green herrings instead..?



*continues to sup *

*Phenoix down falls on CD's corpse*

Wha? Where am I? The last thing I can remember is olives.

*looks down, sees phenoix down*

I'm glad I wasn't in a cutscene.

Good to see you're back with us CD - where was that phoenix going...?

*the large pile of olives quivvers, and muffled growls of indignation are emitted*

Oh dear better run she's always nasty when she's


*crawls off at a great speed*

*Ducks the lines of streaking fire.*

Ahh, the good ol' boardroom, back on her feet again I see. :D

RPG talk makes Legion...angry! But if we must play...

*Rolls a six, punches the air in victory, kicks CDM's as$ all around the room with that legendary high-damage weapon, the'Bat of Baseball'*

Oh boy! Experience points!

*A fey little shimmer descends on Legion, and his stats click upwards*

*Jade leaves her sanctuary of the minibar, walks over to Lgion, and smacks him in the back of his head. Dice and paper fly everywhere*

Role play THAT.

aw, no red herrings?

*is distracted*

*the pile erupts, hailing olives everywhere with the force of bullets

Rivkeh is left standing in the middle of the room, brushing pimento off her shoulder*

Mind the garnishes.

*Removes an olive from his eye socket and whacks the back of his head to get the eyeball back to the front where it's supposed to be.*

*flicks olive between his fingers thoughtfully, then flicks it into the air and performs a slow motion bicycle kick, launching the olive upwards. Many eyes follow the arc it makes over the chandelier as Galigan races to the mini bar hand in a blur mixes a . As the olive begins it's descent Galigan dashes back to the table and slides the glass along it's polished surface so it stops directly under the falling olive, which enters the glistening liquid with a resounding plop.*

*walks over to collect the drink and sips it.*

Delish, though there's a slight aqueous humor-y aftertaste. And I appear to be bleeding profusely from my eyeball.

*holds up a card with '7' on it*

Not bad the landing was a little sloppy tho'

*shoves Galigan in the hopes of splashing his drink*

Mind the

That's cruel and a waste of a good ...



*ducks behind minibar*

*mixes another *


Martini Rivkeh...?

Thanks, JohnnyK. Just hand it to my cubbearer, Bruno.

*A large sweaty hairy man with a body odor problem dressed in leather and spikes steps forward*

He was a lovely give from an Andaloosian princess. He can taste any poison or poisonous intent, but will not die. However, he is prone to projectile vomiting, and tearing the arms off offenders and beating them with the sloppy ends.

*Bruno grabs the martini swiftly for such a lumbering oaf. He looks JohnnyK up and down, and kicks back the drink in one draft*

*waits patiently while trembling slightly...* (The smile is rather forced and rigid)...

Is the drink to your satisfaction, sir ?


(With the same forced smile...)

*proceeds to mix a stew-pot of .....*


Would anyone else like a Martini...?