Civvies in distress!

OOC very true, very true
would you kindly post an image of said weapon?

OOC excellent. I'l take it!

OOC. ..all the pistols look pretty much the same though...
and no idea why every weapon seems to have 2 barrels...

because reasons

Whats a smallish pistol

OOC. they are all pretty much the same size

well

Shall we begin

......
there is beauty in the madness
I just can't see it yet

slaves wait for master to dictate
blood and fire in the deep sea, no empire is gonna keep me
odes to transience I dictate
blood and fire in the blue sky, leaders broken waiting to die

OOC. i was waiting for azrok to react something...

OOC. ...fuck this shit...
if you want something done, do it yourself...
IC:
/ivan is working at the spaceport, unloading a shipment of whatever crates from a freighter. its a below-temperate-temperature climate planet, and its a clear day, just for some atmospheric effects.../

Meanwhile Jack is busy fixing a shuttle with his omni tool
OOC was about to ask 'would you kindly start'

OOC well it seems i must leave now, thanks unexpected schedule changes
would you kindly tell me what time you're here till naz?

OOC. great, now my fucking rockets are just spontaneously detonating on the launchpad...
i feel like punching through walls again....

and all day, pretty much...
this will never get not even done, but started...

OOC then I shall return at about....half four-five o'clock GMT
would you kindly wait for me?

OOC. stop this kindly shit...
and what choice do i have?

Well me srry but im atvthe lab and the last thing i want to happen is my bit to shatter and shratnal to get in my face so srry about not resonding that often

OOC. ....not as if gorath was here or anything was happening....
also, i won the election 47 to 46! i get to live by one vote! XD

Edit. oh, for fucks sake...
the mission included that i shall transfer rulership to my employers agents after i win... i tried to keep the presidential position, so they killed me ....

And dont worry after the next week or two ill be a free man

My civy is an asari with two jobs guess them

OOC: hooker/dancer and secretary?

*Sigh* yeeeaaah

OOC: dont get disheartened.... i "guessed" half of goraths real life traits correctly back in the days...

Avil is sitting at herbdesk looking at the paperwork her shift is almost over and her other job is about to start

OOC.- hm.... i got an idea on what to do until gorath returns... assuming shes a dancer...
and: FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! i almost won the elections again, but the "run for your life" and "wait another hour" buttons switched places and i acidentally ran away! ffs!
IC:
/Ivan was also finishing his shift, having unloaded most o the freighters cargo, and is preparing to leave by seeming to be extremely occupied in the last minutes, but in fact doing nothing productive/

Her shift was over she clocked herself out and started to head to the club she also worked at

/same here. skip to when he/her arrives(depending on whos last)?/

She arrives at the club and puts one the proper dancer clothing and is walking the floor

/at which point, Ivan enters... (hm... should they know each other?)/

Ooc Lets just say that she might be the secretary at his job

OOC. ...what...?
she might be what?

Ooc srry had to edit i clicked post on accident

OOC. ...oh...
IC:
/well,.... he sits down at the bar and orders some vodka.../

OOC: naz, check your PM inbox. I sent a message to you while you were asleep.

OOC. oh, yeah. forgot about that by the time i turned on the computer

OOC: Okay

OOC: Thank you naz senpai

She sees him and sits down next to him
Avil: hey ivan didnt expect to see you here

(and yeah, he has a bit of a russian accent... and i dont intend to make this into a rapidly developing hue thread, azrok)
Ivan: ...avil? didnt know you go drinking after work

Avil: i work here

Ivan :....i thought you work in administration

Avil: i work two jobs until i find one with good enough pay

Ivan: what, the pay isnt that bad.... usually...

Avil: its getting up there but i do office work so they dont pay me as much

Ivan: i guess... so, what do you do here? bartending? security?

Avil:...im a....dancer

/lets just say that even russians dont like the feeling of vodka spraying out their nose in suprise.../
Ivan: ...excuse me?

Avil: im a dancer

Ivan: i havent even seen you with your cleavage exposed yet (as in, at work)

Avil: well i have to wear my normal clothes over the clothes here