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Radius || Open - Kat - 11-07-2014


_{Radius was not the first club opened in the lower sectors of the Icarus Osiris Lunar Colony, but it was certainly one of the most talked about. As notorious within drug circles as it was popular with Lunar youth culture, the club's back alley business style and cyberpunk roots shined through the dim dregs of miscreant society to provide a haven for the lesser known pleasures found on Icarus. Nestled between partnership shops and eateries, Radius boasts a vast and secretive clientele who come for the atmosphere, as well as the company of the staff. Private spaces are made available to parties in need, and the upper floors play host to countless rooms for rent, as well as additional entertainment.}
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<sub>Like walking into the inside of an arcade game, a field of light and sounds fill Radius' core, hinting at the endless chatter and laughter of the patrons within. Tables are set up to surround the circular bar area, and dancer's podiums find a place nestled between, where exotic creatures of the galaxy show their skills and technique in sensual unison with the music. An eclectic mix of futuristic chic and old fashioned sex appeal, the bar counter is usually the most populated area, but still emits a sort of tantalizing sway over customers. The most commonly seen bartender is Reyr Capriana, a curvaceous Martian with legs for days and vibrant orange locks, but others are available if the club becomes busy.


Some come to Radius for a good time, but others are strictly business; this is why the club runs so smoothly. Countless galactic heavyweights frequent the club, and in such, tend to appreciate their chosen venue for business to remain in one piece. There are bouncers and security present at all times, with cameras scattered across the nebular decor of the ceiling and walls. unless you rented a room, there is no such thing as 'privacy', but this is a fact of life on the space colony - Radius is no exception.


A private office above the hustle of the main floor is where the owner of Radius spends much of their time, though very few are allowed entrance into their domain within the nightclub, and even fewer have reason to want it. Rumor has it that the owner is nothing more than a myth among customers, and the club runs itself, but again - no one truly knows.


The rooms for rent are simple, and ultimately, disposable. So many of them are socketed into the upper floors that you would be hard pressed to ever see Radius filled to capacity. Reasonably priced and geared towards simple living, a rented room consists of a bed big enough for two occupants, a kitchen area, a small bathroom, and a decent space for living room furniture. No one can beat the price at Radius, which is likely how they acquire so many new occupants.


Lower Lunar is a derelict's dream, a reflection of a city who took no time building up, and in such, lost touch with it's roots. While elsewhere on the colony, the world is described as colorful and warm, the neighborhood housing Radius is cold sprawl of urban ingenuity. Whether or not this is the sort of area one enjoyed exploring didn't matter usually, as the club is the main attraction, but a brave few venture the hard streets in search of adventure, and regularly find it.</sub>
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Radius || Open - danixiewrites - 11-08-2014

Sascha wished she hadn't eaten food at all. Dealing with whatever the fraggin' cards had teeth like THAT on a full stomach...she swallowed convulsively, her hands gripping her forearms tightly. Even so, she barely managed to wait until he turned to leave before hugging her middle like it could keep her meal down. "Mm...hmm," was all she had for a response to Voltaire's commentary until her breath caught an even rhythm again.

Her wristcomp glared with neat rows of green text. Reading at high-speed, Sascha nodded in between flicks to scroll. She paused. Oh. OH! Teles had been dropping a thinly veiled backdoor hint rather than a complaint, a realization she'd been too deep in nausea to pick up on at the time. Ask and ye shall receive. Except, Voltaire was right.

>>We're dependent either way, aren't we?

Her without shoes and Voltaire in a borrowed, minimally functional shell, both of them with ridiculous bounties and guns from every legal and illegal force on the Osiris Colony practically looming over their heads. She nodded at him even as she asked the question, jerking into motion toward the door. Tapping, even as she swung the unlocked door open and peered out into an empty hallway where a bladed, armed guard used to be.

>>Server farm is solid, don't think it'll help long on dependency if they're this confident. Let's shoot for it anyway. Improv on the go should keep us from SIGCOM. If we have to inconvenience anyone...make sure they wear a size 7.

Her stomach turned. Ease of escape only meant they were certain she and Voltaire wouldn't be out of their hands. At any point during this brief, necessary departure. Clipped, important-sounding footsteps hailed from somewhere beyond the other end of the corridor and Sascha eyeballed an air vent the opposite direction.

>>How do you feel about claustrophobia?--Sass//

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Radius || Open - yinepuhotep - 11-10-2014

It had been far too long since she'd had a cheeseburger, even the kind you could get from an automat, so Elsie had taken her time and enjoyed every bite. After all, her ship wasn't some luxury liner - it was a little thing, designed for slipping in and out of places that might object to a free trader without drawing a lot of attention, and running from bigger, more heavily armed ships whenever the chance of escape offered itself. A ship like that didn't have room to store real food, so she had to make do with concentrates and pastes while aboard. That meant she took full advantage of opportunities like the Radius offered, to enjoy a real meal.

Once she'd finished and disposed of the trash, she made her way back down to the main bar to take in the crowd, maybe find a cute girl or two, or maybe a nice boy, if he looked like he might have stamina, to pass the time with while she waited for her posting to draw in some clients. Aww, Vrimlud's Rasmodians seemed to have drawn the attention of another pair, although one of them seemed to be having a bit of a problem with his nerves, if the way he kept looping his chain around his arm was any indication. That was just too cute. At least the vampire fangirl didn't seem to be hanging around anymore. That was a relief.

She poked the robotender and ordered another Chocolate Stout, then turned to lean against the bar while watching the crowd. Too bad the cute one with the tentacles was gone. She'd looked like she'd have been fun to play with. Oh well. There's bound to be someone interesting around here. Just have to keep my eyes open for opportunities.

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Radius || Open - Kat - 11-11-2014


<sub>[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/0tavgs9.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Reyr walked home slowly. Her steps were mechanical, all done through muscle memory, from ambling out of the hotel room towards the elevator down, and on to the exit. Radius was left behind as the sobering femme reflected on the events that had transpired, which brought a sneaking smirk to her lips, as though she knew secrets no one else was privy to. The Martian hadn't come that hard in ages, and the feeling of release put a spring in her step, to say the least. Even the sea of neon seemed brighter, more inviting, as she passed though the metropolis of the station with emerald hues shaping figures crossing her path. The tip of her tongue flickered anxiously in step with her travels, tasting the previous evening as a mix of his skin and the alcohol. Was this really a walk of shame, or had she somehow stumbled into something more intimate than planned?

Her apartment was dark and quiet when she entered; too quiet to be a good sign.

Sighing as she hit the lights, they illuminated to expose a very spent Mitzi, with credit chits stacked high on the side table to her left. The woman was slumped and snoring, her quieted sounds muffled by the incline of her head. Reyr moved in to set the other woman onto her side on the sofa, and grabbed a blanket to throw over her room mate, though Mitzi kicked it off several times before it seemed to stick. With that done, a still content Reyr skirted the living room decor and escaped to her room, where she met the mattress with an airy giggle. Her lids closed to her hovering icons of her telecom, with blinking messages unread and missed calls ignored.

< ugh, this is so short but whatever. Don't judge me, bbs. ></sub>

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Radius || Open - megs - 11-12-2014

<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/llHPSai.png" style="avatar] She was the new sensation. She could feel it resonating in her fingertips every time she pulled back the velvet curtain, and revealed that the cage the had housed a large white Bengal tiger moments before was, now startlingly empty. The crowd went wild every time she pulled cooing doves from her coat pockets, or levitated her assistant right before their eyes. One would think that stage magic would be lost in the future: all the mysteries solved and tricks revealed. That however, was the appeal. Finding new ways to shock and awe a crowd that had been raised on the age of discovery was a feat to behold.

Aslan Brighid did so very, very well. The women before her had all been fortuneteller's and soothsayers, but she had chosen a less-worn path. One with a different sort of mysticism that didn't require choking incense and learning the meanings of all those frivolous tarot cards. She still had the gift though; a worthy host of the goddess, would always possess these gifts. They would also, as it would appear, have the same crown of red-orange hair, and vibrant yellow eyes as all the Maidens of Nanshe had before them.

Radius' upper floor stage had been a delightful host for her grand presentation. The audience had still filled out quite nicely, even through the damage the hotel had suffered not but a few days ago. Backstage, the illusionist peeled off her tuxedo jacket and hung it up neatly. She kicked off the heels and stripped out of the costume that accentuated her curves and made her quite the sight to behold onstage. Simple black slacks and a white button down top, paired with flats was a comfortable replacement. The matinee showing had been a success and with that she left her stagehands to put everything back to sorts for her next show that evening.

For now, it was time to hit the bar, and see just what hospitality was brought forth from glorious amounts of fame. 
The club was eerie when it was quiet like this, no flashing lights or pounding bass drums, given it was the middle of the day. The only other bar was in the Casino and she usually was not allowed in those venues, given her...talents. That aside, it had been too quiet. Why was there no lofty, casual lounge that rested in between the two? She slid into a seat in the middle of the line of stools that outlined the bar. There was no bartender to be found at the moment, which was just fine for her, 'bots made cranberry martinis (stirred, no ice)  just as well as anyone else could. 

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Radius || Open - bear - 11-12-2014

As much as COR 11 would have liked to make a dramatic entrance, right now, his priorities were different. Although he had managed to shake his pursuers by starting a fire in a crowded mall and ducking into a clothing store to use the smoke and chaos as cover for his redecorating process, he was still not confident in his ability to shake a gaggle of coppers off his ass. He assumed they were still tailing him, if a little further behind. After all, he had also robbed said clothing store. It was only a small fortune, but it was enough to get him running more smoothly until he could find something more stable.

So his arrival in Radius was not notable, really, with him simply entering the joint and moving quickly to the bar. It was still early, it seemed, and while the place was still rather busy, certainly, this was a step down from later on. He presumed, at least. So he ordered a drink, paid with the stolen credits on a stolen card, and returned to a vacant table as he waited to see if he would be joined by the police soon. Much as he hated his situation, it was either this, or be decommissioned by the scumbags at Coan.

And decommissioning sounded less fun than spending some time at a club like this one that would give him a chance to try out this new bod.

COR 11 was currently looking as punk as he wanted, dressed in stolen jeans, combat boots, and a black leather jacket that he had zipped up just enough to keep it on his shoulders in a chase. He sipped at the drink thoughtlessly, enjoying the taste of their most alcoholic beverage, and grateful that his body had been designed to put away waste so easily. Ceramic fingers gripped the glass, and glass eyes lit by blue lights watched the goings-on with all the interest of a cat. A lazy mohawk of neon blue hair hung down over the left side of his head, and a nose-ring he'd generated hung off his artificial columella. He wanted to be angrier than he was, and while pretty angry, he was more afraid.

He got up and walked, with the glass in hand, to the bar, this time setting the glass on the counter and running his hands through his hair, pushing a drunker man off his stool to take it, and lean forward, resting his head in his hands for a moment. Things weren't going well, and the only thing he wanted to do right now was have a chance to relax. He was tempted to buy a room. Go relax. But he didn't want to give the implication that he was staying if they found the stolen card and started tracking his purchases.

"Fuck!"

He stared at the counter some more. The hell was he supposed to do right now? Between the cops and Coan's little dogs, how was he supposed to evade his recapture and decommissioning? This sort of thing was not his style. For sure. He glanced toward the entrance. Maybe giving up was better anyway. He'd lose his memories after all. It'd be like dying. Supposedly. And that wasn't too bad, in the android's eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up.

Nah. He'd fight till his last unnecessary breath. Just to cause those Coan bastards some strife. He grinned at the thought of them pulling their hair out over the possibility of him getting dissected and their little industry going under as a result of a heap of lawsuits and governmental actions. He laughed, and ordered another of Radius's strongest drinks. It would be a long day, and the least he could do was enjoy the show being put on for him by the assorted strippers of assorted species and genders. He could enjoy himself here for a while, at least, and maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't get caught.

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Radius || Open - Kat - 11-13-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]<sub>Dax woke up alone and hung over, with her short blonde quills a bed of spikes. Cursing everything the evening before had consisted of, she rose from her covers and tried to focus on the compad display hovering obnoxiously close to her features. Maroon orbs danced over the details of her emails, sifting through various spam messages before pausing with a hopeful smile. Of course, such hopes were dashed quickly after they formed, as there was no new correspondence from Paskar. Wouldn't be the first time she chased off someone just by telling the truth. Her dream life, this charade everyone saw her pantomiming, was nothing more than a veil over those dark secrets she was harboring. If it wasn't enough to be forced into being alone, someone had to come along and rocked the foundation of her solitude by merely trying to help. Long fingers raked across her scalp, digging the nails in to try and bring a surge of energy through her tired frame. It took some convincing, but she found herself up and ambling towards the shower before she drew blood.

The water made her miserable, and she cried in the warmth. It embraced her like a lover would, but only as long as she stayed where she was in the sheer glass enclosure. Funny how life always seemed to drag her back to this less than perfect reality, and the filaments on the back of her neck stood like barbs. They were defensive, reacting to her inner questions, and she couldn't very well blame the reaction. There was nothing to be done about what was happening, save maybe find a new place to work, but that wasn't an easy option to bear in mind. No, she was being irrational. While the world continued to spin, and colony was blissfully unaware of the problems Daxet struggled with mentally in her shower, the Lepi still needed to get her affairs in order and suck it up.

Ironic.

Dressed and out the door some time later, the trip was done in complete silence, with only the urban sprawl as soundtrack. Through the back she moved when the Lepi arrived, to the dancer's changing room, which was pleasantly empty for the time being. Usually she was fine to listen to the gossiping girls when they were between shifts, but there were occasions she didn't have the perseverance to handle the caddishness. It wasn't uncommon to find a minuscule amount of peace in her lack of peers, and knowing how the usual crowd of Radius reacted to her shows, it was a very brief reprieve. A molecule of victory. There was no one better at what she did in the club, and there was certainly no one looking to take her place.

Wasn't that the biggest issue here? Trapped in a place she hated, doing things she hated with individuals she hated?

Shortly thereafter, Dax emerged from the restricted staff area behind the private rooms, and gave something of a smile to the room. Few dared stand in her way, but there were countless eyes set in her direction as the willowy dancer took to her cylindrical stage and waited for the outer tube to rise, sealing her in the display for the whole of the lower level to witness. Like any other night, the soundtrack played, and Daxet began slowly grinding to the sound, her body in time with the rhythm as if programmed to follow set commands of the beat. As sultry and inviting as the topless woman seemed, her insides were a barren, miserable place. Nothing good came from her feelings.</sub>

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Radius || Open - thedarkwyrm - 11-14-2014

Lezvie wasn't altogether fond of humanity.

It was a strange sentiment, coming from someone mostly human, but he'd seen enough of humans and xenos to know he preferred the latter. He'd met some very nice specific humans, but as a whole, humanity offended him. Despite this, he did enjoy coming to nightclubs, despite the fact that they tended to have a high density of humans. Radius had been on his radar for a while, but he'd never managed to make it down until now.

He scanned the club with eyes a bit too green to be natural, finally deciding to head over to the bar where a rather good-looking redhead was drinking alone. The girl dancing in the tube was eye-catching and all, but he preferred the potential for touch. With a smooth motion, he slid onto the barstool beside the woman, ordering a scotch, neat, from the bots behind the counter. He didn't trust machines to make mixed drinks, but they could pour two fingers of the amber liquid into a glass.

Drink in hand, but before his first sip, he looked over at the woman next to him. "<font color="#0bff00]In a place like this, a woman as lovely as yourself should not be drinking alone. I believe that's actually a little-known regulation, in fact, and any man who fails to attend to you can be fined.[/font]" He nodded seriously as he took a sip of his scotch. "<font color="#0bff00]My name is Lezvie, and I would very much enjoy buying you a drink or three.[/font]" His silvery hair fell across his face as he smiled at her, green eyes looking into her yellow ones.

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Radius || Open - bear - 11-14-2014

COR 11's attention was drawn to a woman as she began her shift in one of the dancing tubes, his eyes locking onto her form as she started to dance. He took in every detail he could find, drawing her into his mind as accurately as possible for lack of the ability to burn her into his digital retinas. She was exquisite, this one, and despite not knowing the name of the woman, he knew it would be his goal for now to track her down and see if he couldn't make her his for a night.

It would be unfair to characterize COR 11 as enamored. He was nothing of the sort, after all. The android was simply enraptured by her movements, and by the suggestions they led him to. The notions that passed through his mind made his body yearn to quake in hers, and he found himself puffing up a little. Preening, maybe. Except his kind of preening was particularly more effective than most's. In several places, his 'skin' came apart in slats, spreading apart and near-immediately having the gaps presented filled by more slats, bulking him up and making him far more buff than he was only moments ago.

A natural thing to him, he didn't stop to consider that it might cause any kind of scene, too preoccupied with his fantasies revolving around this beauty in the tube.

For a moment, he'd forgotten his recent escape, and the fact that he was pursued by Coan.

For a moment.

But that moment quickly passed, and he let himself 'deflate' some, returning to his selected size and carrying on with his drink, eyes still rigidly attached to the dancer in the tube. It was such a sight to behold that he felt inadequate to do it justice in any kind of sentiment, so instead, he just watched, nearly awestruck. He'd never seen something so alluring in his few weeks alive. He knew what he knew about the world thanks to the memories and knowledge he'd been programmed with, but he knew he wasn't much older than a few months at the most. That he was, for all intents and purposes, experiencing everything for the first time. He was riveted.

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Radius || Open - Kat - 11-14-2014

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FYpuFlo.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]An astute observer could tell Dax was practiced; in her prime, so to speak. Her shape differed from a normal human woman in regards to proportions, and the Lepi seemed longer, more agile than her Terran counterparts might have seemed. A willowy figure swayed and rocked with the thumping of futuristic bass, her taut skin mostly exposed so the series of speckled markings lining the sides of her body were free for the crowd to question. They worked all the way to her temples, meeting from either side at her pale blonde hairline. The longer she danced in that fishbowl of a display, the hotter Dax felt, and it came naturally to the creature to slide a set of manicured digits towards the snap of her bra. Releasing a lush pair of ghostly pale breasts, she didn't seem at all put off by their exposure. On the contrary, it triggered a playful grin from the exterestrial, her long legs bending at the knee to settle her on the platform.

Crawling, she searched for attention. The affection of the crowd circulated with the normal cat calls and hoots, but she wanted eyes on her, watching just what she had planned to do. Dax cheated when it came to her routine - it hadn't really changed in all the years she had worked in Radius. Yet, there was something about those soft features of hers that seemed vulnerable. Trapped in the tube with the light bleaching out all the club atmosphere, she was part of the club's butterfly collection. A pinned specimen for everyone to appreciate in the company of their drinks and their woes. Palms flattening onto the glass, the closest patron was one she didn't recognize, at an end of the bar he had claimed for himself. When his digital eyes locked on her pools of maroon, Dax pressed her lips against the barrier between them, her breasts crushing painfully close so he could make out the details, as though the woman was unable to stand existing without his touch.

As though he was just what she sought.

Sliding backwards into a messy sprawl on the podium floor, the Lepi kept her eyes fixated on the stranger even while on her back. Prone, with her spine firmly planted, one could only imagine the heat she was radiating. Manicured fingers slipped down her bare stomach, and lower, pushing aside the barely existent fabric of her thong to reveal her glistening slit, nestled fat and flush between her teasingly spread thighs. While her target may have been uncomfortable at this point, Dax didn't seem to show any signs of stopping, still dreamily absorbed in the act. Her knees were bent, heels brought up to rest on the glass so her body was little more than a very graphic art piece. Her middle finger toyed with her clit, parting the lower lips without pause.

A monitor above the tube pinged repeated at this point as credits were distributed to Daxet's account. So far, she had made an impressive stack without having to do much more than pretend, and as it was becoming more and more noticeable, everything about Dax was staged.

Her other hand moved between her rabbit-like antennae, brushing the disheveled blonde quills away from her forehead where sweat it had begun accumulating. Dax's back arched suggestively while she bit her bottom lip in COR 11's direction, a mask of carnal desire covering her portrait.</sub>

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Radius || Open - bear - 11-14-2014

COR 11 could only watch, mouth slightly slackened as she put on a show seemingly just for him. His eyes took in her shape as she writhed and lost clothing. She bared all, it seemed, for him. She had both his full attention, and his full arousal, even if his member didn't indicate any such thing. As he watched her, his ears lost focus, and he stopped paying attention to anything around him. No sights, smells, sounds... not a thing reached him as he watched her work, utterly entranced. He traced every line of her form, every fold, every dip, every trail of every bead of sweat.

He imagined how she tasted. How she would feel folded into his arms. How he would feel folded into her womanhood. His mind wandered across every facet of her body, across every little detail that he could memorize from his seat. He felt riveted to his seat. As though iron spikes had been driven through his feet, made numb through sheer obliviousness. He wished for her, wanted her. He could almost imagine himself panting from his seat, like some cartoon character with his heart beating furiously out of his chest. Except... he didn't really have the necessary equipment to perform such an act.

He swallowed thickly as he continued to watch, unable to comprehend how something so perfect could perform such a corrupt, perverse act in front of so many people. How someone so apparently pure could behave in such a lewd way with no concern for the eyes of the people around her.

COR 11 also wondered whether the insides of that little glass tube were opaque.

But they had to be transparent, after all, between the kiss she'd planted on the glass and the very clear looks she had been sending his way, there was no way she couldn't see him. He knew he was going to be dumping the rest of his little credit chit tonight. He'd have to find a way to make more money after this, but there was no way he wasn't having at least a conversation with the woman who had managed to isolate him so completely from the havoc of catcalls and bar orders that overflowed from Radius into the street.

Someone who had made him forget for an instant that he was still a fugitive fleeing not just the government, but also Coan. He shook his head, regaining his composure, and getting up, making his way to the bathroom to clear his head. There was absolutely no way he'd be able to think clearly while she was doing her thing in that little column of light. So here he would stay for a while, and perhaps she would finish up by the time he was done getting some oxygen back into his system.

Or at least, you know, cooling off. Still, after a few minutes or so, he turned stiffly and headed back to the table he'd claimed on his entry to the place, reclaiming his seat and his empty glass and toying with it at he gazed around the room, eyes lingering every so often on a writhing shape all lit up for his enjoyment, but never staying long, since they weren't the Lepi. She had been a Lepi, something in his head told him rather unhelpfully. All he had was a word, and now the image of a woman bringing herself to orgasm lodged in his head. He shook his head. Not the time to think about that. Without a thought, he raised the glass to his lips and tried to take a sip, smirking at the realization that yes, the glass was still empty. He set it back down and stretched out on the chair, letting his head rest back.

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Radius || Open - yinepuhotep - 11-14-2014

Well, isn't that interesting? A ... huh, I don't think I've seen that species before. She's built, but the way she looks, I'd suspect the management of doping her up if I hadn't checked this place's reputation before coming here. Kind of sad, really. I've seen that face before. Nothing to be done for it. Best not to get drawn in, even.



She noticed the android at the far end of the bar and shook her head. Android and lost girl. Terrible combination. Never work out. Still, better than predator and redhead. She shifted unconsciously on her stool and felt the top of her boot for the wrench she always kept tucked in there, a 19/21 mm wrench, which gave her the two most common sizes in case she needed to make emergency repairs, and was solid enough to use as a baton in case she ran into trouble. Once she felt the wrench, she relaxed and ordered another Chocolate Stout, then scanned the bar to see what might be in the tubes not occupied by burned-out bunnygirls.

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Radius || Open - megs - 11-15-2014

<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/llHPSai.png] Either she had managed to zone out long enough for the club to open without her noticing, or it was later in the day than she had originally thought. Time gets all screwy when you do four shows a day and play with magic. Golden hues cast down to the bar, and the three martini glasses collected upon it gave her an insight on how much time had actually passed. Oops. Pink tongue darted over red lips that still tasted of sharp, fruity alcohol and she clawed fingers through her fire red mane. A blonde dancer had made her way to one of the platforms, and everyone seemed to be taking notice. Brows climbed her forehead as she watched the lithe creature, with a sprouting of rabbit-like antennae perform for the crowd.

Things were getting a bit intense, or a bit intimate rather, and Aslan found herself much more invested than she had originally intended. She flagged down the automated bartender for another drink, perfectly content to sit back and watch it all play out. 

She didn't notice the man settle in next to her until he spoke, in which she startled a bit. A small jump from he base of her spine, but no noise. Aslan turned in her seat, with a toss of her hair, before she crossed one leg over the other. There was an amused tilt to the corner of her mouth; eyes dropped down the length of him before flickering up once more to settle on his face, and those peculiar green eyes. . 

"It's a good thing you've come then," she responds airily; she was used to empty charms from handsome men being thrown her way. "Would hate to go against regulation." She could be polite, though. He wasn't full-on accosting her, and she could play the game just as well as anyone else. "I'm Aslan, and I can't say that I am one to turn down a free drink." 

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Radius || Open - megs - 11-15-2014

[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/ShCSJDw.jpg" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Nova had a problem.

The problem was that with everything she had been doing, properly working out was not one of them. So, between spending time with Ixaaliot, training her new dog and eating all sorts of things she probably shouldn't, she had only made it two miles into her three mile run before she had to stop. With a whining sort of groan, she stopped and pressed a hand to her side. Right below her rib cage, where a cramp was currently ruining her life. Well, that was that as far as she was concerned. She slid her bag off her shoulders and dug around for her phone to check the time. Not that late into the evening, she could probably meet up with Reyr for brunch or something. Maybe she's surprised the Martian and her roommate with muffins. Maybe a bit of both.

Sliding the pack back on, she jogged towards the bakery with absolutely no enthusiasm.

She purchased four blueberry muffins and one coffee made up just the way she liked it. She also sent Ix a picture of the bakery display case, filled from corner to corner with buns and pastries, glistening with sugar and icing as if to prove a point.

She sipped her coffee and walked to Reyr's apartment. In all honestly the building and location, kinda of freaked her out and she worried for her friend constantly. Even offering to let her move into Nova's place more than once, but the other woman always refused, citing that Mitzi needed someone to look after her.

She came upon the apartment and opened the door with her key, and let herself inside. Nova snorted at the sight of Mitzi in her usual sprawling position on the couch. She walked by her and set the muffins on the kitchen counter. From there she went into Reyr's room and jumped onto the bed, where the red head was sleeping peacefully, without any warning.

"Reyr~!" she sings eagerly, crawling towards her friend, and straddling her thighs. She lowered herself as close to the slumbering woman's face without touching it as possible. Tentacles snaked beneath the comforter, threatening to tickle the woman into waking. "Reyr," she draws out again, softer this time. She peered down at the woman with wide inverted eyes, that would likely startle anyone who viewed them so close, so early in waking up.

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Radius || Open - thedarkwyrm - 11-15-2014

He grinned at the polite response.  It wouldn't be the first time he'd overcome initial disinterest.  "Glad to hear it, Aslan.  Lovely name, by the way."  He got the attention of the robot bartender with a wave.  "Put this lovely lady's drinks on my tab."  He glanced over at the empty glasses in front of her and grinned again.  "And go ahead and give her a refill."

He leaned on the counter, taking a sip of his Scotch.  "So what brings you here tonight, Aslan?  It's hard to imagine that someone as lovely as yourself has a hard time finding people willing to worship her.  What makes you drink alone?"  

It was a flirt, of course, but he was also genuinely curious.  Objectively, she was beautiful.  There were people on this station who would sell their souls for a single conversation.  Since she hadn't rebuffed him immediately, she wasn't entirely an unapproachable bitch.  Failing that, he had no idea why she'd be paying for her own drinks; or her own anything, for that matter.

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