42nd Frontier [commentlog - closed]
[Phoenix releases a sigh of frustration as he finishes off his drink. The restless urge to fly has been filling him of late, but there are no planes to fly on this ship and still no word from the crew - very likely an answer in and of itself, but not definite enough to completely kill that hope.
Muttering under his breath, he sets the glass on the counter and heads out of the bar.]
I suppose it's off to the racing deck.
[Zoomers were probably the best thing he'd be getting anytime soon.
Hmm. Though perhaps he should keep the difficultly level down a notch or two. He isn't anywhere near drunk (and after the fiasco with Jak, he has no intention of becoming so anytime soon) but he can definitely feel an alcoholic buzz.
Still, undeterred, he heads for the nearest elevator.]
Muttering under his breath, he sets the glass on the counter and heads out of the bar.]
I suppose it's off to the racing deck.
[Zoomers were probably the best thing he'd be getting anytime soon.
Hmm. Though perhaps he should keep the difficultly level down a notch or two. He isn't anywhere near drunk (and after the fiasco with Jak, he has no intention of becoming so anytime soon) but he can definitely feel an alcoholic buzz.
Still, undeterred, he heads for the nearest elevator.]