*Rev. V* Posted Jan 12, 2014, 10:52 pm	A shiny new Moray is parked outside of the The Gráinne Uaile. The 3 nuns that were in it are sitting at a corner table, drinking profusely. "Muscle scouting outside of Badlands....what the hell are we thinking? This just sounds like a bad idea...." OOC- And it probably is.....but it's still gonna happen!
*Snipe* Posted Jan 13, 2014, 12:10 am	Overhearing from the other side of the bar - Lisa Dickinson can't help but grin. "Bout time you nuns got here - and in a muscle no less. You will have to let us know before you go gallivanting around and let us come too. The Renshai have been muscling here for a while - - make sure to bring extra reloads tho."
*The X Man* Posted Jan 13, 2014, 12:44 am	His head raises up above the rim of his mug after chugging the last of his beer... then rips a hearty belch! Daniel 'Gritty' Negrete drunkenly mutters, " Don't be leavin' me and me crew out of this fun!"
FireFly Posted Jan 13, 2014, 12:48 am	"Are we late to the party!?" can be heard from a table in the corner of the bar...
*Boonwolf* Posted Jan 13, 2014, 4:01 am	The local finger 3 recrooting officer pipes up "muscle scouting! I could round up anther guy and die with glory, rather than keeping barstools warm if ya like."
Krakhedd Posted Apr 2, 2014, 6:57 pm	Stepping out of the deathly pall of shadows, 'Still Smokin' Bill Bixby, the local affiliate of the legendary merchant/mercenary Tronophile gang, feels a need to slide down the bar to the nuns. As the bar falls silent at the infrequent appearance of a Tronophile in Badlands, Bill merely glances at the barkeep to order himself and the bar a round of drinks. Though few know, Tronophiles enjoy rock star status not just due to their *ahem* proficiency on the battlefield, but also to their multiple connections; they have many "friends". Laughing heartily, Bill still manages to find a way to speak through his guffaws. "So, it's musclin' in Badlands now, is it? Perhaps, perhaps.....perhaps I should tell my Associates, especially that armless wonder 'Mayday' Rayford Armstrong. I'm sure he has something cooking up, in that kooky head of his, to restore "civility" to the Badlands region." As the bar empties out of the wise, who realize their time in Badlands has been shortened, those few who remain continue to toast their own ignorance.....