Meanwhile, in the TGRADS Cafe...

[Mineas Argon]

Mineas looks up from his Battleship Weekly emag, and takes a sip of his kiwi cappumochachino fusion sandwich.
Wow, he thinks, lots of new folks around here. He spies several VIPs of the BRUCE administration, past and present, milling about with heads bowed in deep conversation. The atmosphere is subdued, but with an optimistic, almost excited charge.
Mineas smiles slightly, confident that the rumbling of catastrophe was merely an insignificant rumor, relaxes and returns to his reading.

[Makran]

Mineas looks up from his Battleship Weekly emag, and takes a sip of his kiwi cappumochachino fusion sandwich.
Wow, he thinks, lots of new folks around here. He spies several VIPs of the BRUCE administration, past and present, milling about with heads bowed in deep conversation. The atmosphere is subdued, but with an optimistic, almost excited charge.
Mineas smiles slightly, confident that the rumbling of catastrophe was merely an insignificant rumor, relaxes and returns to his reading.

Makran stares at Mineas from across the room with a look of complete jealousy that Mineas received his copy of of Battleship Weekly before he did. He polishes off his pan galactic gargle blaster and lights up a cigar before leaving the room in a huff.


/More RP FTW! hehe

[Helsir Qyrdun]

Helsir crashes his Thorax into the cafe, killing all involved.

Suicide gangs, FTW.

[Makran]

Helsir crashes his Thorax into the cafe, killing all involved.

Suicide gangs, FTW.

/me shakes fist at Helsir for one last time before becoming a frozen corpse

[Gelst]

Gelst smiles as he walks out of the Tgrads cafe because he knows that he just let loose a silent but deadly fart and remembered he ate mexican the night before.

[Mineas Argon]

/me makes a quick mental note that Gelst eats Mexicans, then continues reading while pretending to be a corpse, just for Napol... er, Helsir's Benefit.