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milliways_bar2006-07-01 08:58 pm
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There's a hooded figure sneaking through the bar, over to the noticeboard. He looks right, looks left, up and down, and pulls his hood further over his face, before raising two pieces of flimsi, one with writing in scrawled Aurebesh that's almost impossible to read, and one in far neater English.
He looks to both sides again, and shiftily nails them both to the noticeboard with a knife.
Beat.
After a little bit of muttering and some odd noises, the hooded figure decides that that's a tiny bit too melodramatic, and so takes the knife away and uses some blue-tac in his pocket to attach them to the board instead. Much better.
One Shalla Nelprin seeks male (or possibly female or some creature of neither gender) companionship for mutual dropping of brightly coloured juggling balls.And maybe more. Candidates should have a healthy appreciation for piloting and arrogance, and should be able to use juvenile arguments.
Psychotic axe murderers, Dark Jedi, evil sorcerers/wizards/generic magic-users, assassins, bounty hunters (of the non-friendly sort) need not apply. Insanity is not required, but may help.
If interested, contact Shalla Nelprin.
[Below is a scrawled drawing of Shalla that looks like it was done by a small child.]
P.S: Should you have any spare socks to go to a good cause, please assemble them on the floor below this notice. It's for the waitrats. And the children.
Satisfied, the figure heads away, tripping over his long cloak as he does so, and cursing vehemently before dashing up the stairs.
He looks to both sides again, and shiftily nails them both to the noticeboard with a knife.
Beat.
After a little bit of muttering and some odd noises, the hooded figure decides that that's a tiny bit too melodramatic, and so takes the knife away and uses some blue-tac in his pocket to attach them to the board instead. Much better.
One Shalla Nelprin seeks male (or possibly female or some creature of neither gender) companionship for mutual dropping of brightly coloured juggling balls.
Psychotic axe murderers, Dark Jedi, evil sorcerers/wizards/generic magic-users, assassins, bounty hunters (of the non-friendly sort) need not apply. Insanity is not required, but may help.
If interested, contact Shalla Nelprin.
[Below is a scrawled drawing of Shalla that looks like it was done by a small child.]
P.S: Should you have any spare socks to go to a good cause, please assemble them on the floor below this notice. It's for the waitrats. And the children.
Satisfied, the figure heads away, tripping over his long cloak as he does so, and cursing vehemently before dashing up the stairs.