h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*walks into the room, full Armani, with Martini in hand*

Now where did that lovely Greta get to? I was just about to accept her proposal...

(I know I know, not IC yet I'm just warming up )

*Waves to Apollo from behind the bar.*

Ah, Apollo! Nice to see you here. How's things?

*A scarred man and a young woman are sitting at a table in the corner of the bar. The conversation seems to be turning nasty. The man grabs the girl's arm.*
[Girl] Wait! Let go, please!
[Man] Hey, you know this is what you want...
[Girl] Don't make me...
[Man] You'll love it.
[Girl] I didn't mean that.
[Man] What?
[Girl] I meant...
*The girl changes. Her skin flows like water. Her clothes tear as she grows. Her breasts flow out, forming into a black flak jacket, black pants, a grey t-shirt and a pistol holster. She reaches into her bag, and pulls out a VIPER 145. By now the Polymorphine has fully worn off, and the man finds himself staring into Marshal's cold, calculating eyes.
[Man] What the fu-
*BLAMM! A bullet blows the man's face out.
[Marshal] ...That.
*Marshal walks over to the bar.*
[Marshal] Give me a beer. I hate a***holes like them; think they're God's gift to women. Still, a little polymorphine is all it takes to spoil there fun...

To Mystrunner: Good beer. Do you have any new info? To Wargamer: Hello, stranger. What's your name?

[Marshal] Marshal. I've been hired by the Terranic Government to "Protect the People of Terrania". That doesn't just apply to terrorists, either. You break the law-
*Guestures to the corpse in the corner*
[Marshal] -I break you.

To Wargamer: Mine is Robert. They hired me as well. I guess my body count impressed them. Or the fact that I threatened to blow the goverment agent's head off if he didn't.

*Leans on the bar.*

As for new info, I've got nothing yet. But I might be able to get you a list of potential targets in a bit.

To Mystrunner: Ok. How do you get your info anyway? Got a couple of friends in high places?

[Yar] Maybe his barber used to be an Agent in the counterintelligence job. I mean, that's how /I/ get my info. [pause] What?

[Marshal] I've got talent when it comes to getting info. If they won't tell me, then a little Polymorphine will provide someone more persuasive.

[Yar] Yes ... That is a kind of a cute trick, isn't it?

My sources ask usually, to remain confidential.
Or they would, if they knew they were my sources...

[Yar] Are they confidential anyway?

Yes. Yes they are.

I wonder if anyone else will show up...

A girl, who looks far too young to be at a tavern, wanders into the establishment. She surveys the room cooly, though the tight line of her lips betrays her fear. She seems to be looking for someone. Finally her eyes settle. With a deep breath, she pulls her long black coat a bit tighter over her shoulders, and walks up to the bar.

She takes a seat close to a small knot of men and begins to eavesdrop, hoping to hear about Daedalus. She had been told that this was a meeting place for those who opposed the rebels, but weren't neccesarily company men.

*slides onto a seat next to the new girl, keeping an eye on Marshal*

I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be looking for someone...
well, you've found him

*glances down the man's body and then locks eyes with him*

What makes you think that I was looking for you?

*She raises a slim, questioning brow*

Mostly... because you appear to be in need of a drink, and I just happen to be gentlemanly enough to offer you one

*hands a fresh martini to the girl*

My name is Apollo. You are?

*Lily hesitates before taking the martini*

"My name is Lily. I was told that this bar was a good place to find people that have to do with the government. Or not the government really, but rather some its... mistakes. Do you understand what I mean?"

*eyes Lily knowingly*

Perhaps I do...but you should be very careful around here. The Terranic Government is not the only agency looking for that which you seek... and others are more, how do I say... aggressive, and very dangerous.

Some may even go so far as to drug your drinks...

but don't worry, I am not one of them. Suffice it to say that I am here for more personal reasons, and I am very well funded. If you would like, I could help you find...*notices a gathering number of eavesdroppers* But, perhaps we should discuss this at a later time...