Nov 08, 2006 11:22
The door... doesn't open. He just sort of... appears. Blinking.
"Aw, kriff. I'm dead, aren't I?"
He looks around. "Well... if I'm dead..." Shrug. "I envisioned a lot worse afterlife for myself. Must be the reward for my superior intellect."
He strolls over to the Bar, as haughty as one dares get when you're... y'know... deceased. "Bar! Been since, what, before Endor? Y'probably don't recognize me... Dr. Phanan? Y'know, Ton?" There's a pause, during which Bar shows absolutely no sign of recognition. Phanan sighs. "Well, anyway. Got some Halmad Prime for a newly-dead guy to celebrate his release?"
A bottle and glass appear. The bottle has a note tied to it that says, simply, Congratulations and condolences.
So here's a twist: Cyborg pilot-doctor-person at the bar. In a mood to snark.
[OOC: Mun wishes it be known that this is NOT the same pup you probably didn't know. This constitutes a takeover and near-total negation of all that came before. Except the part where Ton understands the rules and workings of the Bar. Because the mun REALLY wants to handwave that. But I digress. Have at!]
face loran,
ton phanan,
serena