Entrance Post

[lupin_xpress]

The peace of the Bar is shattered by a resounding crash as a masked man barrels through the door, pistols in hand. Well, what peace there could be in a Bar. Or a Bar at End of the Universe. Although some may consider the end of it all to be quite peaceful. Unless you're doing the exploding, which would really only hurt for a moment, and then it

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[the_seafarer]

"I think you might have the wrong place," says a young man sitting nearby, helpfully.

"We've no lupins here, you see. It's autumn, you know."

[lupin_xpress]

The masked man wheels on him with a confused expression.

"Oh. I see....ummmm..."

It dawns on him and he taps his pistol against his head.

"Nice try, my lord. This seems like the ideal port for lupin transit. I know you've got them stashed somewhere in this establishment, and I intend to find each and every one of them."

[the_seafarer]

The young man only shrugs, with a half smile, looking very amused.

"As you would, my lord. I wish you luck."

[lupin_xpress]

A sly, piercing gaze fixes on the young man.

"So you say. I will find the lupins, and if I don't you can be sure I'll be back to question you further. So just you be warned."

He starts, watching for the inevitable sign of terror and distress.

[key_youth_bert]

...Riiiight.

"Um--beg pardon?"

There's a young man lounging by the door with a badge on his chest and revolvers on his hips.

"I'm afraid that if you don't holster those guns fairly promptly, they'll be the only things handed over today."

[lupin_xpress]

The man laughs triumphantly.

"Not very likely my good man. I am an excellent shot you see and I have both these pistols pointed directly at your head. Well, perhaps not directly, but fairly close. Close enough to do some damage I can assure you. But there's no need to be alarmed as long as you hand over whatever lupins you've got!"

[key_youth_bert]

...Right. First assess whether or not he's an actual threat. Then you can crack up.

"Hey, if you want your guns confiscated, it's no skin off my nose. But that's what they'll be if you keep waving 'em around like that."

There's a beat. Then, "Wait--lupins?"

[lupin_xpress]

The man nods.

"Yes, it's all becoming clear now, isn't it? Hand them over constable, and I shall leave your establishment in one piece. Or perhaps several pieces. I can't very well steal every chair and table, although those are some fine chairs. Where does one get a chair like that I wonder...?"

[doc_venkman]

(ooc: OMIGOD, I love you! XD)

Venkman glanced over at the door.

"Look out, Milliways, the loony bin just got another one."

[lupin_xpress]

"YOU!"

Mr. Moore lunges, pistols blazing.

"Your lupins, my lord. Not loonies. Honestly, what would you do with them anyways? Foul birds."

[doc_venkman]

Oh, of course. It's another nut who's ARMED. Fabulous. At least this one wasn't packing a rocket launcher.

"Yo buddy, stash the pieces unless you REALLY want to meet Baby the Jailcell on your first night here. Got a rule against violence around the place."

He added with a snort to humor the guy, "And we're fresh out of lupins, come back tomorrow, bright and early. They tend to sell out fast."

[lupin_xpress]

He frowns and looks around him.

"Has someone already been here?"

He was sure he'd plotted out his robbing grounds very precisely. He'd be taking this up with the guilde when he got back...

[the_antiangst]

Angel looks over from by the fireplace, and blinks.
Then blinks some more, for good measure.
And then he cracks up.

(OOC: Not expecting a reply, if you're overbooked - prolly heading for bed soonish in any case. But I couldn't resist. This WINS.)

[lupin_xpress]

Dennis scowls at the odd man laughing at him.

"This isn't funny. It's a hold up, not a comedy show!"

He takes aim. "Come now, your lupins or your life!"

[the_antiangst]

"Fresh out, I'm afraid," he says, once he manages to stop laughing for a few seconds. "Ask Bar, she might be able to help you out. I'd recommend putting the guns away first, though."
Well. Bar will either help the man out, or give him a note declaring him a fucking lunatic, knowing her.

[lupin_xpress]

Dennis wheels around.

"Now we're getting somewhere! Where is the good lord barkeep? And no games, I'm can hit just about anything from this distance, which puts you in very great peril. Well, not anything. I'm sure I'd have trouble hitting a penny or a feather, but they are quite small. It's not that I'm not a good shot, but you would have to be pretty good to hit something that small. I'd say on a scale of one to ten I'm about a six...no, seven and a half. Yes, that's about right..."

[river_meimei]

Someone is getting a look of flat disapproval.

No, a Look.

[lupin_xpress]

Dennis eyes the woman.

"Come now, m'lady. Don't give me such a look. Mine is a Just Cause! Now if you'll be so kind as to hand over any lupins you've got."

Granted, he's not past shooting a lady, but at least he'll be polite about it.

[river_meimei]

The look of disapproval does not diminish.

"You're a loony," she informs him.

[lupin_xpress]

He drops the pistols in exasperation.

"I'm not a loony, I'm a bandit! There is a fair difference I assure you. I am a living being for one, not some strange currency from a foreign land."

He frowns pointedly.