Mechagogue

Oh man, and I thought there was just a Cuppa Virus mutilating everyones handles... =/

Kreigg wriggled away from Cottus and scampered over to his coat and hat, gathering them up and clutching them to his chest protectively before returning to be led to his room. He glanced up at Cottus. And up. Cottus would have been only slightly taller than Kreigg if he stood up perfectly straight. but Kreigg never stood up perfectly straight, and definitely not when he couldn't hardly stand at all.

"Kash na Var!" he shouted proudly to the common before following Cottus out of the room, half mumbling, half singing to himself.

The thought of a half dozen more drinks made Kreiggs' head spin... or was the whole room spinning?...

"Nah," he said slowly, "no m're drinks... jus'...." With a finger that was much thicker than he remembered it being he pushed two silver nuggets at Frosch, "Jus' let me h've... meat... 'n da m'r'nin..."

Kreigg stood with difficulty and picked his way over the (apparently) treacherous course to Teide.

"Tayd... Tee-duh.... Uh... Tilda? I didn't get y'r name... I'm Kreigg... Nice t mee'cha...." he pointed not so directly at Frosch. "Dat guy says I c'n stay in your room... or sumfin... Wait... uhm, no, that... he said you give me y'r room for dese." he let a few nuggets of silver fall out of his hand in front of her. "Wiv a big fire!"

Staring down at his drink and noticing it for the first time, Kreigg was probably just drinking too fast to notice it earlier, but the barman had made an excellent cocktail. It even chased away the cold... either that or he was too plastered to notice it anymore. Either way was fine with him.

Kreigg raised his glass and nodded respectfully at Frosch.

He streched wide with a satisfied sounding growl. Though his most obvious features were insectoid, he also had some distinctly mammalian features. His upper body was almost indistinguishable for a humans except for the vaguely chitinous sheen of it, and the fact that it was the same pinkish hue as the rest of him... much redder than the pinkish color of humans. He had hands just like a humans also, which was pretty convenient cause he had stolen his gloves (and all his clothes, for that matter) from a homeless man somewhere between landing on this planet and getting to the Brown Dwarf. As for how he got here; he needed a place to lay low. Nobody in there right mind would think to look for him here. Certainly, no civilized race would be able to tolerate the cold on this planet.

Yeah, he thought, this place'll be good to wait it out at.

After he tossed back the last slug of his drink he meandered back to his coat and hat, snatched them up and dragged them back to the bar. He tossed the hat on the bartop and laid the coat over his lap, digging through his pockets. His hand snatched up a pawful of silver and shook it around in his palm. Whenever he went planet hopping he -always- brought silver. It was electrically conductive, easy enough to scuplt, held its' shape and resisted corrosion better than nearly any other metal. And if all that failed to make it valuable to some cultural backwater, at the very least it was pretty.

"Hey barman!" Kreigg called, "I need another one of those drinks and a room. Preferably with a fireplace, or at least a respectable space heater." He dropped his fistful of silver on the counter.

Kreigg kept drinking as he watched the display, and picked the returned lighter out of the air.

"Yeah, no problem." he said. He'd been drinking heavily for a while now and was starting to slur his words slightly. He dropped the lighter unceremoniously back onto the bartop with metallic clatter. "I's here if ya need it," he offered

Reaching his fingerless-gloved hand into his pocket, Kreigg dug around for something. His fingers closed on the warm smooth metal object and slapped it down on the bar.

"Hey, Lava-Lamp," he called discreetly to Cafea, "How's this gonna do ya?" He slid his zippo-style lighter across the bar to the energy being.

In an unusual display of self-control, Kreigg made no comment to the newcomer. He sat quietly on his barstool and stared into his drink with an almost deliberate stillness. His shoulders rolled forward in a defensive crouch, he simply listened to the room...

His meaty fist wrapped around his glass and he tipped back an oversized gulp of liquor as he considered her proposal.

"Y'know what?" Kreigg asked with a rhetorical intonation, "I bet most of the guys you run into like that 'hard-to-get' thing." He turned back to the bar and ordered another drink, grumbling in a voice that sounded like rocks grinding together.

"Ky Glar, everything on this planet is frigid."

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"Kracksworg!" a loudspeaker on its front spat out as the Posbi attempted to communicate in something other than Intra, the artificial language of the Traders...

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He glanced up at the mechanical contraption and sighed, "There goes the neighborhood."

((Is he looking for something specific, or just waiting to see what happens next?))

Geez, Kreigg thought, so much for bein entertained. He turned his attention back to the bar and hammered down some cash.

"Gimmie sumthin that burns on the way down and keep em comin!" he ordered the bartender. He drank until he noticed the Kei'Thera enter the bar and watched her out of the corner of his multi-faceted eyes.

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"I would seek a room for the forseeable future, is there someone I should address to resolve this matter?"

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"Heh," Kreigg barked at the blonde, "You could talk t'me, toots."

Kreigg turned around and leaned on the bar, his quest to get hammered forgotten for the moment. He rested his elbows casually on the bartop and and streched his feet out in an unconcerned fashion. Kreigg was quite content, for now, to watch the exchange between the two other patrons with a cynical smirk.

"Damn it's cold on this planet," Kreigg muttered, tugging down the wide brim of his hat and hitching up the collar of his trenchcoat in a futile effort to stay warm. He ditched his ship in the water off the coast of this tiny island and hoped nobody saw it; Then again, from the looks of the locals they were just as likely to throw sticks at it or worship it as a god than to call the authorities. Stupid monkeys.

His sharp insect-like feet clacked and slipped on the smoothly paved roads.. or was that frost?... and his body was wracked with painful shivers. He looked up and saw the sign for the Brown Dwarf in it's different languages. Fortunately, he recognized one of them. If he couldn't -be- warm, he decided, he'd at least drink til he -felt- warm.

Kreigg picked a path over to the bar and shouldered the door heavily, expecting it to be half-frozen shut, but it swung open with a loud bang. He rushed inside slamming the door closed behind him and panted.

"Ky Glar," he exclaimed to the room. "It's cold out there!" He flopped his hat off onto a nearby table revealing his smooth pinkish head and yellow-tinted compound eyes. He peeled open his coat experimentally and looked inside. "So cold it got me goin a big stony one," he grumbled as he pulled off his coat and dropped it on a chair. Clumps of rock had gathered on his skin, and he brushed them off with one hand in disgust.

Underneath his coat Kreigg wore a tank top and jeans, though the jeans had been ripped off below the knees to allow his insect legs to fit properly.

"Hey, bartender," he bellowed as he tromped up to the bar. "How bout sumthin to warm a fella?"