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Post by Bannanachair on Jul 23, 2015 20:28:27 GMT -4
This is one of dozens of recreational rooms in AGE HQ, and there are countless more in AGE's innumerous other bases. This one has four pool tables and a miniature bar, complete with a bartender and stocked with beverages both common and relatively unheard of in the United States. The bartenders are off-duty AGE assassins trying to earn a tiny bit of extra money, and as such it is ill-advised to steal from them. There are several TVs hanging from the ceiling, displaying whichever sport is in it's season right now (out of Baseball, Football and Basketball, that is), and the place gives off the atmosphere of a sports bar. There are, however, no windows, as AGEnts often have ridiculous sleep schedules to accommodate different timezones easily, and as such exposure to the time outside could potentially be a pain in the ass.
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Post by Bannanachair on Jul 23, 2015 20:39:54 GMT -4
Just back from Sinaloa, I enter the recreational room. I head over to the bar and, taking the first available seat that I see, quickly decide what I want to order. "I'll have a mug of mead, if you don't mind," I say to the bartender, after reading the drink list, "Just plain mead, actually, not flavored."
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Post by gwebster2 on Jul 24, 2015 21:47:41 GMT -4
Diana "Royal" Susapon enters the room, just now having changed into a crisp new uniform. She's a little taken aback by how normal this place feels. She cautiously sits down in one of the leather chairs. Recently, she's been having a hard time accepting the now foriegn concept of "relaxation". The TV quietly plays as baseball game, and she grabs an ice-cold cup of water that was just sitting there on the table. She takes a sip. There was only one person in the room that wasn't a bartender, but she didn't pay him much mind.
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Post by gwebster2 on Jul 25, 2015 18:37:04 GMT -4
She was playing pool/billards with herself when she got notification on her cell phone of a new mission. Her first mission at AGE. A hostage rescue, terrorist organization. It wouldn't give her much benefit in money, but taking out a terrorist leader would be good for the world in general. If she had an oppurtunity, she would. She reserved a pistol, a knife, an ear-piece, a lock-picking kit, and some other goodies. She would be going with a partner too, another female agent, like her, code-name Nightingale. Diana frowned. That nick-name was pretty bad-ass. Probably better than hers.
Hm.
Oh, well.
She clattered the white-ball against the Number 10 Ball and knocked it into a cup with a satisfying, leathery thunk.
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Post by gwebster2 on Jul 25, 2015 21:51:20 GMT -4
Diana looked around. No-one here. Quiet, except for the hub-bub of the TV's. She had the whole place to herself.
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Post by Slacktivist on Jul 29, 2015 3:47:36 GMT -4
Normally, Lykos didn't drink, but today was an exception. Why not?
"2 fingers of 64-year old Highland Scotch, 2 cubes of Antarctic Ice, and 1 drop counteragent. Please." he requested. The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"Too specific?"
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