Diner at the end of Tomorrow

[Nickodemus]

O.K. the idea hit me quickly I might add, so sue me...


Location: The end of known space. Intersection of the Universe. A small rock floats almost majically in Space. It looks as if a chuck of Earth was ripped off and place there on purpose. A small diner sits atop it and you can see the occupants from space. It seats 15 and is very cozy. The advent of warp drives and the hyper-space lanes have led to it seeing better days. People still wander in and out though, but not many. Five doors sit as if suspended in air an inch above the floor outside the back of the Diner. People from all walks of life, and times enter the tavern to tell their story. ANd they are payed well for it. A drink, A meal, and the chance to get it off their chest. The door is always open and the coffee is always Warm. Come and take a load off your feet. Sit and tell me a story....


O.K. Theres the cook, the lady who takes your order (Flo is her name), and the kid who cleans up. Anything is fair game but this is not a bar fight place. Small talk and conversation happen here. Tony the Cook wont deal with it, and will throw your ass out if you start any shit here. Character sheets do not matter, but writing can be worked on. Some of us older people might give ideas or we might not. Lets see what happens.



Just for clarification. This is to hone your writing skills and freshen up a bit. Everyone could use it. And you don't even have to talk to anyone but the cook, waitstaff, or buss boy... Also, It doesn't have to be someone from a science fiction realm. That was the use for the doors out back. They could go anywhere...

[CrazyTom]

(OT: Could you be a bit more speffic about what people are supposed to talk about... are we making up random sf backstories and chatting about them?)

[Nickodemus]

talk about anything really. It doesn't matter

[iHawk]

I won't be participating right away, but this is a great idea, even if just to get those Creative Juices a-flowin'. It's almost like a thread where you can just practice writing short stories/character bios.

I might think up a tale to tell later.

~iHawk

[Spartan-II]

Dante sighed heavily as he walked into the diner. He sat at a remote table, and removed hit trench coat. He hung it from the chair, thinking about his next move. His girlfriend, Jade, was out checking on various things, and he wondered how the next stage of his plan would go. He loved her, but she got in the way sometimes. If only he could make her understand that what he was doing for them, for her, than maybe she would go with it.

'What can I get ya, hon?' the Waitress asked.

'Strongest thing you got' he said, without looking up.

[brandolf]

Jason had never gotten a luky brake in his life. He was never able to keep a job, he never had a steddy girl friend in his life, and when he was 17 his drunken parents had throne him out. Thats how life had been untill today, this was the day he won the lodery. 27 million dollars, the biggest jackpot in the last century. When he had seen his numbers up on the big skreen in the mall his first instict was to go and colect. The first place Jason went was the little dinner were the manager had decided to take pitty on him and had allway given him free meals. Jason had a big tab to pay.

After sitting down and ordering a burger and fries Jason waited for the next person he could tell the amasing story of how he had come apon this lotery ticket. this was an exciting thing for him, Jason had never had never had the chance to pass on good news about himself in a very long time and was eager to try it again.

[Nickodemus]

O.k. Brandolf. Thats a good starting point. But lets either run a spell checker or invest in one please.

steddy = steady
luky = lucky
brake = break
throne = thrown
skreen = screen
colect = collect
Amazing
apon = upon.

I'm not trying to diss on you, just help. I have a hard time with spelling sometimes, so that seems to be my specialty. but please continue it. And remember people this is to help hone your skills. Don't turn this into a flame war. I'll come and clean it if i see that.

[Veeger]

Veeger and Genocide Alive stumbled through the door, laughing and carousing. "I cannot believe you said that!" Veeger exclaimed.

"It has always been my ambition to tell an elected official to suck my balls. And I did it!" Genocide replied, flailing his arms and taking a seat at the bar. "But, I admit it wasn't worth being chased out of the White House by the Laser Brigade wasn't what I had expected."

"What did you think President Bush VII would have done? Given you a hand job?"

Genocide took a drink, and almost coughed it up. "That's what Hillary did!"

Veeger ordered a beer, and the two friends drank the night away.

[Nickodemus]

Um sir. This is a diner. Not a bar. We have pop and coffee, Iced tea, and juice. What 'ill it be boys?" said Flo as she looked over the newcomers. "And who is this Bush anyways?"

[kongurous]

Kongurous drifted in and out of consciousness as he leaned against a window, struggling to get what sleep he could. Far from the petty officer of old, now kong was... wait for it... an Imperial Guardsman in the service of the Imperium of Man (who else?).

He noticed two others come in, but barely registered them. As was commonly said, happiness is for but a moment, but service to the Emperor was eternal. Having just survived the Thirteenth Black Crusade, as well as the Medusa V campaign, kongurous wished service to the Emperor had vacation days.

After a good, long yawn, he tried sleeping once more.

[Veeger]

"This Diner doesn't have a bar?!" Veeger asked, looking around. "Then what are we sitting on? And what are we drinking??"

A toilet flush breaks his concentration.

[Dusty]

"Sorry old chaps," Says Fox Cutter as he leaves the restroom. "But if your gonna make a hard time please take that un civilized stuff to the bar over there." He points out the window to a small shack floating in space. "How ever if you wish to stay, relax, and talk without worrying about a knife in your gut please stay. I'll buy you a drink."

[CrazyTom]

Tom walks in, plonks himself down in a chair, wipes his forehead with a towel and pours a glass of water over his forehead.

"Hey, Veeger." He raises on hand in greeting. "You would not believe how hot it is over here... Through the window, I can see kids swimming in the the tarmac... :o

[Dusty]

"Yes it gets very hot indeed," says Fox as all 4 of them luanch into a conversation. Then the whole diner begins to rumble as a huge ship with viens growing all over it lands outside. There is a thunk sound then another. The door burst open and the light outside shoullets a large figure....

[CrazyTom]

(OT: that would be 'silhouettes' ;) )

"Oh, lordy." Tom groans. "Who told PK where this was?" Around him, several others join with heartfelt sighs of resignation.

[Dusty]

"Oh dear," mutters Fox has the huge alien walks in. He swivels his head around his eyes resting on each person. Then he walks over and sits down next to Fox. "Hot day out there isn't it? " he ask.

[Veeger]

"Hey, who knows? Maybe if we get him drunk, his skills will vastly improve?"

"I think he is too young to drink, V." Genocide remarks, lifting his glass. "But, that didn't stop you at the Citadel, did it?"

Veeger raised his glass in celebration. "Ab-so-lutely not!"

[Giggilyomeromicon]

I’m going to assume that this is the Restaurant and the End of the Universe >.>


Giggily has been listening to nearly every conversation ever with his Listen-o-matic. He had been doing this for quite some time, waiting for those words of impending doom to be spoken. Suddenly, he heard what he had been waiting for. The sound of impending doom. What he heard was in fact, “PK”. Realizing that there wasn’t much time, Giggily jumped up from his lazy boy and ran to the control console.

“Computer, lay in the coordinates for the following location, Restaurant at the End of the Universe.”

“Ooowwwwkkaaayyy! Done and done! Time to go! TTYL! Let’s go! Countdown initiated! 5…. 4…. 3…. GO!”

With that said, the ships onboard computer launched them to their destination, using the newly mass produced improbability drive. In a matter of seconds and a sea of Pillsbury doe boys, they were at their location.

“WAZZUP MAH HOMIES?! WERE THERE!!!”

“Yeah, thanks for hurrying. We don’t have much time you know.”

“O rly?”

“Ya rly”

“No wai!”

“Enough of that, we need to hurry. This might be the end of the world as we know it!”

“Everydaaaayyy!”

The ship lurched over to the parking lot, and gracelessly landed. It opened the side door so Giggily could leave, to face the perils that waited.

“GOODBYE!! I LOVE YOU!!!”

Giggily walked towards the entrance to the building, and opened the door. He had his towel ready, just in case.

"Oh, lordy. Who told PK where this was?"

“Looks like I came early.” Sighed Giggily, walking into the tavern. No end of the world. Yet.

[Dusty]

"Gentelmen this isn't a bar. If you want to go to a bar head to that one!" says Fox in a loud voice while pointing at the floating shack. Grumbleing the 2 men let Flo take the cups and get coke instead. "You know I really need a good engineer for my ship," says PK as he takes a huge Gulp of Root Beer. Just then a door opens. "Geeze these lights really mess with my visor...."

[kongurous]

Kongurous opened one eye, scanning the area. The diner was getting much louder now, sounded like a bunch of Orks arguing over who got to kill what. He stood up, holding his lasgun, and looked out upon those who had come in and noted people who were approaching.

"For the love of all that is holy in this universe, WOULD IT KILL YOU ALL TO SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME SLEEP!?!" kong shouted with the ferocity of a thousand angry midgets.

[100thlurker]

"Nice"

A rather muddy...thing said disspasionatly. It was covered in all sorts of muck and could barely be reckognized as humoniod as it slowly worked its way toward the door. He hadn't even opened the door when it slammed into his face and solicited the luaghs of everyone inside.

Except of course, for PK. He was emitting streams of garbled rp and spam. Occasionaly, a aura of power would surround him before sombody would slap him hard. Either across the face, or the back.

Anyways, the force of impact shot away most of the muck off him, and he could be seen clearly. The ex-muck covered person was none other than the famouse Anti-Mary Sue agent and dragon rider, 100thlurker. Grimacing, the man got back to his feet and collapsed into one of the seats.

"Erm, Hi?" he sqeuked.

[Dusty]

"Shut up little man!" yells a guy from the back of the room. The band starts playing Mos Esiely Music again. In the cornor R2-D2 was haveing a conversation with the Robot from 2001 A space Oddessy. "I wonder where Dusty is," mutters PK. Then right on Cue a door opens and a big guy covered in oil grease walks in. "Traffic is terrible out there," he mutters sitting down next to Tom.

[Giggilyomeromicon]

Thanks everyone for ignoring my post. Ya' know, the whole me being mistaken for PK thing. :< Assholes.

/me cries in a corner

[Dusty]

((Uh oh PK is here! No really))

[100thlurker]

The white clothed dragon rider face snapped into alarm. Nervously grasping the energy rapeir on his side, ignoring the perfectly usable lasgun slung over his shoulder he yelped ,"Possible GODMOD!"

Now, an anti-mary sue agent has no power over such things, but the other branches of the PPC could be called in...

The wing of dragons that emerged from hyperspace smashed into the shield and flattened in a way that resembles squashing...

"Nevermind," the man muttered under his breath.

[Pirahordica_King]

I slowly look around, waiting for a backstab, and speak up.
"I have renounced my Spammy Ways! Rejoice!"

[Veeger]

Genocide Alive and Veeger glower at the glasses of Coke-a-Cola fizzing in front of them.

"It wouldn't be so bad if they still had 'coke' in them." Genocide grumbled.

"You can say that again."

[Giggilyomeromicon]

I slowly look around, waiting for a backstab, and speak up.
"I have renounced my Spammy Ways! Rejoice!"

Ignoring the fact that everyone seems to have ignored the fact that PK hadn't actualy entered the bar yet, nor the fact that he was the one who actualy entered the bar and was mistaken by CrazyTom as PK, Giggily stated the following:

"You just posted a two sentance post in an RP. No spam? I think not."

[100thlurker]

100thlurker had just begun to resettle when PK's anouncement cuased him to fall off his seat.

Grabbing his laser-rapeir he fixed alarmed eyes on the monster Rper. The one that crushed them like Godzilla did to Tokyo and left gibbering wrecks of Gms. It would take years for it to change. Grasping the lassword like a lifeline he got into combat stance:
and fell due to the fizing soda at his feet.

"I think now is the time to retire."

[Dusty]

"You said that a few minutes ago my boy," says Fox. "Its for true this time! I like Pie!" Pk says. Evreyone just shakes there head in hopelessness. "So my lad whats brings you here?" fox ask the white clothed man on the ground....

[Veeger]

Veeger sits up straight, very annoyed. "Would someone please tell that Giggly Moron to shut up!?!" Veeger stands up and grasps his head. "God, I've already got a headache and I'm not even drunk! I'm leaving, you with me, Genocide?"

Genocide rises, but stops and finishes his coke first. The two walk out without paying.

[Dusty]

THe door to the kitchen burst open as the cook runs out. The duo turn around only to me knocked to the ground by the cook. "Pay or I'll make sure you stay at the bar," he hisses. The the two pay up then laeve the building as fast as the universe allows...

[Giggilyomeromicon]

“Good riddance! Leaving before I even bust out the soap box! Anyways, PK, your ass is mine!”

Giggily quickly hardened his towel to make it semi swordfish, barely sharp enough to pierce the skin. He planed on either beating PK to death, or PK bleeding to death. Both sounded very appealing to Giggily. He slowly started walking towards PK.

[100thlurker]

His eyes began a subconsious reading of the other man. No he didn't look like a Gary-Stue from most indications. There wasn't too much bad spelling and stuff, but his wasn't much to look at either.

Licking his lips, he responded ,"Oh take a look here and there. See if there was any bad story crap flying around here. Like a Mary-Sue." 100thlurker shuddered at his last sentence. People called that literature, and praised the sickening sappy, gagging romances. He had jioned the agency branch specified to deal with those as his sister turned out be one.

The signs were there. Perfect "Dainty" bueaty. The ability to seduce any man, and likewise sluaghter a galaxy of orcs in a blink of an eye.

The fact that she had had sex with just about every even slightly handsome person she had encountered. Illnesses that cuased her to faint, and pale. But never anything else.

Yes, his hatred for them smoldered deep inside him. He had fought them for 1247821903Turns and Passes and Interva-Ahem-Earth years.

Whatever.

[Pirahordica_King]

I wirled around, instantly aware of the suprise attack vai a godmod.
"I shall leave this RP, as not only is it a little silly for my tastes, but I'm WAY past my RP limit. Sorry, but you will just have to beat up Dunchy. And now, watch this Hichikers Guide to the Galaxy ripoff!" And with that I turn and dissapear in a puff of logic.

[CrazyTom]

"Oh, come off it, everybody! Enough with the violence already. Hey, I may already be responsible for multiple counts of genocide (haha no pun intended) but that's no reason to turn a perfectly nice rp into a bloodbath.
Reaching over, he slaps 100thLurker, who drops his sword, then slaps Giggily, who drops his swordfish. "What you were doing with a swordfish made from a towel..." He muttered, tossing the offending items out into space. "Gaah! Still too warm." He doused himself in another glass of water, splashing several others in the process.

[Giggilyomeromicon]

“Lo, and behold. The great Devourer has been banished from this thread. If he has spoketh the truth, then we are saved. This is all thanks to my heroic deeds in the name of RPs. And by god, I’m hungry.”

Giggily picks up his towel again, and flattens it out. He ties it over his head, and sits down at wherever the hell everyone is sitting down.

“Soooo, what’s happening with you guys? And why is there an Imperial Guardsmen sleeping over there?

[Dusty]

"My boy you are worst the a damn Yank on acid," says Fox shaking the Moron's hand. "And that guardsman was asleep when I got here." Then the doors opened yet again and a old man in a white and Brown robe walked in and sat down. "Hello Obi hard day in the force?" ask Tom as Flo brings a Sweet tea by. "Yep. Its so hard being a Jedi we have no fun," he answers glumly....

[Nickodemus]

O.K. people... no fights. I see that was covered and i thank you for it.

[Giggilyomeromicon]

“Well, you’re boring. What’s next on the agenda?”

Giggily scanned the room, looking for anyone remotely interesting. Failing at this, he settled for the next best thing. Giggiles stood up, and approached the sleeping guardsmen. Grabbing a zPod out of his pocket, Giggily hooked the headphones over the guardsmen’s ears, and changed the song to We Interrupt this Program (The edited version, in which it only plays the NEDM part). He set the volume to turn up all the way in 15 seconds. And, in those 15 seconds, Giggily made his way back to his seat, sat down, and tried to look innocent.

[brandolf]

sorry guys, but this rp is getting out of hand, at first i thought it was a great idea but as time went on i realized that this was just going to get silly so as much as i hate to say it but i am going to leave. See you round.

[CrazyTom]

Tom gets up, stretches and walks out of the Diner.

[Veeger]

Just as the door closes behind Tom, Veeger and Genocide Alive jump out from behind a bush and openly fire cap guns aimed at his head. They then run off laughing at one another before jumping into a ship and flying off towards another whacky adventure.

A dark, moist spot spreads from Tom's crotch.

[CrazyTom]

Tom looks down. "Dammit, I spilt my drink again." He wipes himself with a cloth, cursing the eejits who fired cap guns at him, causing him to lose his grip on his glass. Then he throws a stone, which blows up Veeger's space ship. "Take that." He mutters, before vanishing completely.

[Windwalker]

A dusty old model 4 Space Car, known to its driver as Neam, was a piece of crap. The metal on the old car had turned into a redish-green, probabally from the bacteria in space. You could see that the redish-green were alive as they wiggled back and forth in a slow ocilating manner. The other parts were far worse, the engine had cracks everywhere with fluids leaking here and there, somehow through some god-damn engineering feat it didn't explode. The Engine, groaned and whined with every little action, it seemed to want to die. The engine orginally black color was a old faded grey, the engine had seen much much better days.

Neam slowed as it approached the diner at the end of known space, the driver knew it would be a long week. He had much further to go but the grumble in his stomach wouldn't go away. A hunger that filled with despair, a hunger of a thousand fat bastards.

Neam stopped going foward and then resting back. Then Neam sort of resigned and its floatation device stopped and Neam made a boom and hit the rock. Meanwhile, its driver had entered the diner looking for some good food.

The driver name was Napoleon Bonaparte, former famous emperor of Planet France. Of course, like most French wars without planet America they lost. The emperor had been desposed and kicked off the planet like some damn rat, he had pissed. But what he could do, planet britian large fleet had been to much. His army was ragtag and there was no way back.

Napoleon Bonaparte like his vehicle was to old for his time, it would seem Bonaparte had many stories to tell. He looked to the waitress and said, something hearty and tender oh and a Dracis Cocktail extra strong.

[ultimate_warrior]

ultimate_warrior discovered the diner by accident but now it became a regular rest stop
this time around though the trip was especially horendous she was tired and had not eaten in days she got to a table and then plopped herself down in a chair. "a big plate of everything you got flo''
she called ''and a extra large mug of something to drink"

[Veeger]

Veeger wakes up on the ground, and groans as he lifts his head up off the pavement. Clearing his throat, he looks around and rises to his knees as he remembers what just happened.

"Genocide!" He shouts, looking around, Genocide Alive is nowhere to be seen. "Dang it! Now I've gotta find another intellectual equal to mentally spar with!" Veeger disdainfully exclaims, standing to brush off his knees.

"Who is left? Yoda?" Veeger then breaks into maddening laughter as he heads back to the Bar across the street. "I need a beer."

[Dusty]

Fox just watchs as the unlucky fellow tries to get in the floating shack. "Poor lad doesn't Know theres a black hole in there," he mutters.

[Veeger]

Veeger looks back at Ceaser, sensing the fellow's remark, and grins. "Oh, I know!" And continues to attempt to make the distance.

[Dusty]

"Don't forget the space fighter patrols!" I yell over my back. Then I hear the sizzle of lasers. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

[Nickodemus]

Just as our players get adjusted The sky around the diner begins to change. Becoming a more redish hue. As if a wonderfull sunset is taking place.

"Hey now." says a man in a duster toward the back that no one had seen before. "What the heck is going on?"

Flo just looks up after starting a new pot of coffee on.

"O' that." as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Then she continues. "You see this place is an abnoramility. It exists in its own space if you will. We, the denziens of this shop are cursed to work here forever as it moves from one space to another. The diner has its own mind, its own concience if you will."

As she speaks the diner continues its shift and apears in a land that looks far from the chunk of space it inhabbited not so long ago. There is a second sun in the sky and the land is lush in vegitation.

"The diner is sought by those that have need of its services, and someone here must need it, Do not worry about your friends outside. If they have need they shall find the diner."



Meanwhile outside



Fighters sweeping by report to base that the diner is gone and continue their patrol routes...