Ult. Ben Grimm - Main Bar
Ben may still be bound (for whatever reason) but with an upcoming fight, he's feeling pretty good. He's especially looking forward to the bird he's going to be piloting. He knows he's a damn good pilot but he also knows the Valkyrie is going to be a tricky bird to fly; nothing at all like any plane he's had the privilege to pilot. But hey, what's a magical Bar at the End of the Universe for if you can't find the owner's manual for odd, highly specialized military aircraft right?
"Lady, can I get a plate of fish and chips, a nice stout and the pilot's manual for the VF-1 Valkyrie? Specifically the VF-1S Strike Valkyrie if that makes a difference." His eyes budge at the size of the book that appears along with the food. It's big enough he uses it as a tray for his food as he turns to look for a good booth or table to settle into for the evening.
[OOC-Open till it scrolls. Though I'll be going slow here in a few minutes as I head home from work.]
"Lady, can I get a plate of fish and chips, a nice stout and the pilot's manual for the VF-1 Valkyrie? Specifically the VF-1S Strike Valkyrie if that makes a difference." His eyes budge at the size of the book that appears along with the food. It's big enough he uses it as a tray for his food as he turns to look for a good booth or table to settle into for the evening.
[OOC-Open till it scrolls. Though I'll be going slow here in a few minutes as I head home from work.]