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[VladGrimme]

After the gathering Tommy Vercetti emrges from the holosuite, he seems fried.... Hew walks down staris mumbling something about porn "to much porn"   He then sits down at a table and orders a scotch on the rocks....





Tommy Vercetti
House Lightfoot
"Nobody messes with Tommy Vercetti"

[Tor]

A poof of smoke occurs in the middle of the bar area and when it clears a rather confused looking Tor stands there in black Jedi robes with a silver lightsaber glowing in his hands. As he looks around, the Jedi robes fade back in to his customary outfit and the lightsaber fades into his short sword which he puts away as soon as he realizes where he is. A look of realization comes over his face and under his breath he mutters "Ah... A gathering approaches..." He turns and walks to the bar, "Bobby, my good man. I need to speak to Randall as soon as possible. Please let him know." Unless otherwise engaged Tor will then head for a booth.

Tor of Lightfoot

[VladGrimme]

Tommy shakes off his daze and walks over to where Tor sits down and says ,"I don't know if we met my name is ATommy Vercetti, would mind if I sat with you I sm still new to Lightfoot and The Nexus, youlook like you've been here awhile."




Tommy Vercetti
"Nobody messes with Tommy Vercetti"
House Lightfoot

[Tor]

Looking at Tommy like he should remember him from somewhere, Tor says "Hello Mr. Vercetti, my name is Tor, and I've been here far too long and yet not long enough... Please have a seat." Looking around the Cove he inquires, "Have you met Lord Price yet? If not I'd suggest you speak to him before venturing too much in to the Nexus. When you're new here, it's far too easy to make enemies by a little slip of the tongue or a mistaken gesture. Bron will help you out as far that goes."

Tor of Lightfoot

[VladGrimme]

Tommy replies,"Yes i have met Mr Price. I have no idea what you mean by tongue slipping." Tommy sips his drink and sits down. He then says ,"Who are you waiting for."


Tommy Vercetti
House Lightfoot
"Nobody messes with Tommy Vercetti"

[VladGrimme]

 From the pier outside the Cove's double-doors, a sound like glass shattering comes wafting in, followed by a steady soft click of hard boots on wood. The doors swing open admitting a puff of cherry-scented cigarette smoke, and an avatar of average height and build enters. Clad in two-tone casual attire, a long black leather coat and pair of mirror-shade avaiator glasses, the man, Sillis, takes a few steps inside the doors, surveying the interior of the dimly-lit bar. He walks to a booth, stubs out his cigarette and quietly awaits service. Within moments of taking his seat, he lights another cigarette with practiced movements and smokes it in silence...

~Sillis

(OOC: I'll have my own forum name shortly, for now I'm using gene's)

[Bron Price]

::In the middle of the table in all the booths, there is a white cube about 6 inches square.  From it, those in a booth can hear::.....     Gentlemen, please be courteous to each other.  Tor, I have indeed met Tommy already.  Tommy, the holosuites are entertainment on whatever you may imagine.  You must think beyond one type of entertainment.  Sillis, 'bout time you came back. 

[Sillis]

 Sillis glances down at the cube with a half-smile, takes a few drags on his cigarette before speaking quietly aloud, "'Bout time I got back guvnor. You holding court back there?", he says to no one in particular, tipping his head towards the back office door.

~Sillis 

[wcshoe]

In the Cove, beneath an empty table, a patch of shadow grows slightly larger as the otter known as Cutthroat arrives. Scampering from the shadows, he heads to the bar, making a athletic leap to the top of  barstool.

He pauses there, poised for action, before he settles down. Looking at Bobby, he speaks loudly enough for anybody in the bar to hear him. "Where is Bron? and Hyran? and Renwick? Has anybody seen my father? I can't contact him or Hyran through MUD.

[wcshoe]

Sounding slighty angry, the small otter repeats himself in a louder voice after nobody responds. "I said, where is Bron? and Hyran? and Renwick? Has anybody seen my father? I can't contact him or Hyran through MUD."

[Bron Price]

::The scintlliating light effect of a transporter beam developes behind Cutthroat and Bron Price emerges::  Hey shorty, keep your mom's sweater on and the noise down.  You're waking up some of the customers.  I'm here now.  As for Hyran and Crafty they're probably off doing ....... something.  Sort of like my "bodyguard" is always doing.  As for Renwick, if he's not here, he will be soon enough.  ::Anyone with a sharp eye may be able to tell that behind his sunglasses, Bron's eyes are probably rolling::

[wcshoe]

"No. There are not busy, they are missing. My father and I share a telepathic link, all celestial otters do. Hyran is MUD, we have a different link. Both are not there. I think that the Future Badgers were right. Somebody is taking out Avatars, and they are starting with Lightfoot."

The otter looks suspiciously around the bar. "Are you sure Renwick isn't missing?"

[Bron Price]

Funny, it's usually what I would call it when I can't find them.  Doesn't seem to bother them when I do need them that they're "missing".  The Nexus is a strange place.  Maybe they're just somewhere a telpathic link can't go.  I'm not about to be calling a red alert based on the hunches of some "futuristic" Badgers.  I'll look around and see what I can find out.  Anything else? 

[wcshoe]

The otter looks at Bron, quite seriously. "I didn't ask for a Red Alert, I was asking for information. Do you know where my father is? As for the Future Badgers, be careful, Mr. Price. Just because you have no faith in the source, does not mean you should ignore the message. Evil is afoot, and Lightfoot is its target. Evil is capable of learning, and this time it is taking out its biggest enemies first. Perhaps you remember it was Hyran's visions that warned Lightfoot of the problem with Lillith and Cain? Perhaps you remember that Crafty's cookies can stop wars?"

[Bron Price]

::Bron lazily throws his hands up in the air::  Fine, I won't throw the red alert.  When do I ever know where your father or Hyran or YOU are for that matter?  I don't have Faith.  You have Faith.  Packs quite a wallop too.  Something's always afoot and we're LIGHTfoot.  ::Bron's face takes on an air of arrogance:: As for being the biggest, of course we are.  When you're on top, someone or something always wants to bring you down.  Besides, we're always learning ourselves.  Look, forget the visions.  You want me to go looking or what?