One ✗ Action at Olney's Tavern, then at 5725 Cunningham Lane.

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[1: Early afternoon, Olney's Tavern.]

[Less than five minutes after waking up, Zegram could tell this was the sort of day he'd need a large amount of alcohol to get through. Really, the same could be same for just about any day ending in 'y', but he'd decided to get an early start today. That plan fell through the moment he realized the jug he

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[the_bloody_road]

[Well, Zegram, you've got an interesting-looking bartender. Dias gives him a brief, calculating look, then pours him a relatively generous glass of the strongest alcohol they've got. No ice, and not mixed with anything. It probably won't taste that great, but Dias has a strong suspicion the man won't care.

He slides it over the counter.] On the house.

Guessing you're new here.

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Tch. Thanks. [Zegram grabbed hold of the glass and downed a fourth of it in one go, screwing his eyes shut as the burning in his throat caused them to water. Okay, drinking it that quickly may not have been smart, but it was definitely effective, and he needed something to put a dent in his high alcohol tolerance immediately.]

Yeah, y'got that right. What kinda loony bin is this, anyway? Backwards planet full of fleshy droids... bet the Galaxy Corporation's feed doesn't even reach this place. It's even worse than Juraika -- at least that planet's got women stripped down to almost nothin' at all hours of the day.

[the_bloody_road]

[Almost none of this makes the slightest bit of sense to Dias, but he's relatively resigned to that. He's been in Mayfield a long time, by now.] That's how this place works. I don't know where you're from, but you're probably not even in the same universe now. Mayfield rips people out of where they belong and traps them here.

Don't think anyone's really figured out why yet.

[drunkenburst]

[Zegram blinked several times in rapid succession before letting out a low growl of frustration.] Trapped? Just my freakin' luck. I can't afford this kinda trouble right now.

[mylife4food]

[Oh wait. At home.

Yeah, there's a loud crashing sound in the backyard.]

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[The crash caught Zegram's attention. Sneering to himself a bit, he made his way to the back door and propped it open, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway and watched the scene in the backyard.]

What the hell is goin' on out here?

[mylife4food]

[Looks like his entire makeshift tent collapsed on his makeshift table, making the noise.

I am attempting to live, sir.

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[Zegram stared at the mess of a tent. Just stared.]

Attempting to live, huh? Why not live in the house? Kinda looks like you can't pitch a tent to save your life, kid.

1. Obviously.

[captainbrowning]

[Haken Browning would be sitting on a stool near Zegram. It wasn't his shift, so he was sitting in a relaxed way, listening for information an generally looking as if he belonged in a place like this. This saloon really was the cowboy's sort of place, after all. He had a glass of whiskey in hand and sipped at it. He wasn't intending on getting smashed; he wasn't sure he wanted to put his not!wife through that.]

I wouldn't be so reckless about what you choose to drink here, cowpoke. There's a mighty fine selection of booze, but take it from me; some of it is only fit for the drones.

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[Zegram snorted in response, looking over his shoulder at the man who had offered advice uninvited.] Because of the taste or the strength? Tch. Don't give a damn what it tastes like at this point, not lookin' to be terribly picky. I need to not see straight in a hurry. Harder than you'd think it'd be with only one eye.

[captainbrowning]

That stuff is just putrid all 'round, cowpoke.

[He sipped his whiskey glass.]

I suppose if you just want to get smashed, it don't really matter. I just reckon, if droned people here only seem to drink it, maybe there's something suspicious to it.

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Yeah? [Zegram looked dubiously at his glass, straightening up as he wrinkled his nose to study it.] Y'think it's poisoned or something? Shit.