Notice

[crabbycustomer]

ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS

OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY EMPATHY BLADDER I, KARKAT VANTAS, HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH YOU AN EXTREMELY USEFUL COMMUNICATION UTILITY FROM MY REALITY, SUITABLY PARED DOWN AND SIMPLIFIED FOR EASE OF USE.

IT IS CALLED T MINUS.

IT IS A CHAT CLIENT. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CHAT CLIENT IS, IT IS A SYSTEM FOR LONG-DISTANCE TEXT-BASED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OVER THE INTERNET. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE INTERNET IS YOU HAD BETTER COME TALK TO ME PERSONALLY BEFORE YOU OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH THIS THING. BUT TRUST ME, IT IS PRETTY COOL.

IT SHOULD WORK INTERDIMENSIONALLY, WITHIN MILLIWAYS OR FROM YOUR WORLD TO MILLIWAYS. OR WITHIN YOUR WORLD, I GUESS. UNLESS IT MALFUNCTIONS. IF IT MALFUNCTIONS PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN GO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE SERVER WITH A CROWBAR. A MAGICAL CROWBAR THAT FIXES COMPUTERs GLITCHES. IT ALSO SUPPORTS FUNCTIONALITY FOR BULLETIN BOARD POSTINGS THAT ARE VISIBLE TO EVERYONE FROM A HANDHELD DEVICE, PASSING UP OR SUPPLEMENTING THIS ANTIQUATED PIECE OF SHIT.

IT ONLY RUNS ON DEVICES FROM MY WORLD. I AM SUBSIDIZING THESE IF YOU WANT TO GET ONE FROM THE BAR BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET A USERBASE STARTED ON THIS THING. IT IS ORGANIC TECHNOLOGY SO PLEASE REMEMBER TO FEED IT, THERE ARE INSTRUCTIONS LOADED ON THE FUCKING THINGS. OR COME TALK TO ME. I AM THE GREY KID WITH THE HORNS, I AM PRETTY HARD TO MISS. ACTUALLY THERE ARE A FEW GREY KIDS WITH HORNS AROUND BUT PROBABLY ANY OF US CAN HELP YOU.

YOU CAN TAKE ONE WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, I DON'T CARE, BUT IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOUR FROND I AM AROUND. OR TRY MESSAGING ME FIRST TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE SET UP CORRECTLY.

MY USER NAME IS chirurGeneralist.

(no subject)

[damncompass]

Joshua's had a shitty day. He walks into the bar in a suit with an Eye-of-Horus pin on his lapel and a grimace on his face. Walking over to Bar, he orders a pitcher of beer and a grilled cheese sandwich.

He claims a table and pulls some files out of his bag grumpily. Probably could use some distraction.

He's got his t-minus in his pocket, so repositoryProtector is signed on.

(no subject)

[heard_of_her_now]

An older lady enters the bar, her hands full of freshly-cut orchids.

She notices where she is - and more to the point, where she isn't - immediately, and her hand drops to the secateurs in her overcoat pocket... but does not withdraw with them, not yet.

(There are handguns discreetly holstered in her coat, too. She did the sewing herself.)

"Well," she says, playing for time as her eyes sweep the bar, assessing and cataloguing threats and counter-threats.

"This is unusual."