*sam* Posted Apr 19, 2007, 3:09 pm	The door to Mezcal's swings open with an audible sound of rusty hinges. Five dusty characters stride in: three men and two women. Barkeep Ulrik Desertrunner: "Ah, you're new around here, I hope the local bandits welcomed you". Ulrik's face breaks into a broad, toothless grin as he sees the reaction from the leader of the small group, Liz Hobson. "We got waylaid by a group calling themselves 'Death or Taxes'", says Hobson. "Persistent heavy weapons fire from their cars had us about ready to surrender before we could get inside the town walls." "Well, it was that or die," she shrugs apologetically. "You're alive; that makes you lucky. Pull up a stool, the first shot is on me," grunts Desertrunner, throwing 5 glasses onto the counter and uncorking a bottle of moonshine.
*Speedealer* Posted Apr 21, 2007, 8:25 pm	"Barkeep! Beer me now!" yells Philip Hamm from the open door of the bar. Obviously irritated, Ulrik slowly looks up from cleaning some bar glasses with an anything but sanitary old rag, and yells back. "Just who the hell do you think you are!? If you're needin a drink, set you ass down, I don't do to go orders!" Apologetically, Philip stammers, "Oh-I-I'm sorry. Just happy to finally make it to Gateway! I've never been outta Somerset before. Philip Hamm." Philip extends his hand and walks over to the bar with haste as to not further upset Ulrik and his chances of getting a much needed beverage. Softening up, Ulrik puts on a snear and ignores Philips friendly gesture. "Ahhh...young, dumb, and lucky I see. No one's been in from Somerset since that crew over in the corner." Ulrik nods her head to the sullen looking gang. "The roads are beyond mean these days with those pirates. You look none the worse for wear. How did you make it?" "Got a cougar with a 7 liter. I think I saw a constrictor once in my rearview mirror about 300 meters behind me," Philip says brazenly before downing half his beer in one gulp. "Huh" says an obviously unimpressed Ulrik. "The gang sent me to scope it out after an unsuccessfull attempt to move some water. Fortunately, they're alive by some small miracle, but the convoy was totally destroyed." Philip finishes his beer, throws some money down and proceeds to head out. "Leaving so soon?" Ulrik asks. "I'll be around. Just going over to the bunker to see what goodies they may have!" Philip says as he walks out of the bar. Ulrik goes back to 'cleaning' glasses and looks at her stump of a leg she tries to forget so dearly. "Damn pirates," she mutters under her breath.
*JD_Basher* jd.basher@charter.net Posted Apr 22, 2007, 8:51 pm	The door to Mezcals squeals open and a figure stumbles through the door mumbling. "Ho.. Holy..Crap!" "Why'd they send me!" Ulrik watched as the 'man' removed his hat and revealed an obviously shaken James Numbers from the Gearjammers. "Baby faced grunt!" Ulrik mumbled under her breath. James repeated, "Holy Crap!" "Are the roads to Gateway always like that?" "Jeeze, I'm just a medic! Why'd they want to send me to scout way out here?!" Laughter from the far side of the room drowned out the last words he spoke. The Clarinbridge Crushers and Fishheads had a good laugh at the Gearjammers' member expense. Ulrik smiled and placed a glass of brown beer in front of James. "First one's on me 'Brave-heart'!" "Bathroom's over there if you wanna change your diapers!" She howled laughing as she lifted a tray and delivered a new round the the 'Crushers' and 'Fishheads'.
Acierocolotl Posted May 14, 2007, 11:50 pm	There were voices outside of the bar, some long while later. "Fuel?" asked one. "Check," answered another. "MGs?" "Check." "Ammo?" "Checkity check." "Fuel tender status?" "A few pockmarks." "Death mobile?" A new voice: "Waiting for the guns." Then the doors swung open, and three members of Equipe Jagwire, lead by the moderately-recognizeable Ismael Ciotti, barged on through. "Then gentlemen," he concluded, addressing the bar, "Equipe Jagwire Pacification Services are in business. Anybody here know how to fire a machinegun? We're hiring."