Dancing in the Moonlight

[a3stepnpc]

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: November 30th - Evening/Night
Where: In the biggest park of Paradise
Rating: TBA
Summary: All residents received an invitation to some mysterious festival taking place at the very end of November. Music, dance, food and drinks. Everything is accounted for and even the weather is surprisingly mild for this time of the

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[precursor_dax]

There was alcohol. Daxter was a happy camper, lounging in a beanbag chair with a beer and tapping his foot to the music He had this inkling something was missing, but not what it was.

He was more interested in who'd show up...especially if they were female.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper stared at the little Ottsel. He.. thought that Daxter had been killed. He knew there was some sort of respawn, but he didn't think it worked all that well. At least that's what Pyro and Medic had told him. But they could have been lying.

"Heya. Glad t' see yer back in action."

[precursor_dax]

Daxter stared back at him for a moment, looking oddly like he knew the Sniper...but didn't know him. Which was exactly how he felt. That nagging feeling that happened with almost everyone he talked to.

"You another of those guys that knew me before that guy found me dead?" he asked, ever the tactless one.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Am I a what now? You don't remember?" He frowned remembering Pyro saying something similar had happened to Medic. "I guess.. that happens here when you die. I'm Sniper."

It felt weird to be introducing himself to someone he already knew. And what's worse someone he actually liked.

[precursor_dax]

"Nope, just got here last week as a Precursor rep," Daxter said, taking a large drink from his cup. "So I can't say I know anything about that."

He had the feeling those oh so high and mighty creators had "forgotten" to tell him everything when dropping him there.

"Sniper huh? Fits right up there with some other names I know. So, how do we know each other?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

'We killed a dragon together once." He points to the rather large tooth now front and center on his hat, looking even more impressive when surrounded by smaller crocodile teeth.

"What's a precursor rep supposed t' be?"

[precursor_dax]

"Sweet. So I got my own nightclub, a small zoo, an' I helped kill a dragon?"

Daxter's ear twitched in annoyance. "They're gods. Yey high..." Indicating his height. "...fuzzy, make me an Jak do all the work just like everyone else."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Sounds 'bout roight." The only bonus in this seemed to be that Daxter didn't remember Sniper's brief stint as a badger.

"Yer talkin' about back home roight? Where all those wacky guns come from? Loike that anti-gravity number you showed me?"

[precursor_dax]

Don't get your hopes up Sniper, he'll remember it someday...eventually.

"Ya mean the Mass Inverter? But yeah, they cut off my downtime for this game."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"They.. what? Ya lost me now."

[precursor_dax]

Never did get a notif for this.

"They cut off my downtime. I was in fer some well-earned R & R after the Kras City crap back home."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Oh, gotcha. Well at least ya can relax in this place. It's been roight borin' most 'f th' toime."

[precursor_dax]

"Might haveta see about keepin' things lively then huh?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper wasn't sure how he felt about that. "What'd ya have in moind?"

[precursor_dax]

"I dunno yet, but I'll think on it." So long as it didn't involve some nutjob trying to desroy or take over the world, he didn't really care.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Jus' don't get yerself into too much trouble. I'm not bakin' ya pies with saws in 'em if you get stuck in jail." Scratching his cheek he thought about that. "Provided we even 'ave a jail."