Min: Welcome to the Mystics Ball Bar. The timey-wimey gateway opened us up in the 1980's, era of bad hair, loud clothes, and synthetic pop.
Domick: Yeee-ah, it's open! [act]leans over to a too-bored looking cyber penguin with a lopsided haircut behind the bar[/act] Two synthetic pop's please.
[act]The cyber penguin sniffs importantly and slides the drinks across the bar[/act]
[act]Min and Domick stare down at two cups full of something brightly striped with fluro yellow and dark blue[/act]
Min: As you can plainly see, you can order drinks here.
Domick: Of a kind.
Min: Only guideline to remember here is don't even bother asking for an alcoholic drink if you're under 18 - no matter what time period you're hailing from. And if you put glitter in
anything, you'll be dragged away by the fashion police.
[act]points to a pair of bright pinkly-dressed security cyber penguins[/act]
Domick: If I was a technoguilder I'd add something about time and age being relative, so don't bother laying that one on us.
Min: But you're not one, so you shan't.
Domick: Shan't-ing! [act]brightens[/act] How about a cup of Shan't, barkeep?
[act]the cyber penguin ignores him[/act]
Min: Er...that's the other thing. In true 80's fashion, the bar-penguin will occasionally believe it's too important and cool to listen to you. If you can't get anything out of it, then help yourself to the wine coolers, or whatever that lurid bright pink stuff is in the punch bowl over there.
Domick: It looks tainted :-/
Min: I've been assured it's non-alcoholic. Anywho, enjoy the music, --
[mplayer]http://www.obernewtyn.net/mystics/11ball/tainted1982.mp3[/mplayer]
Domick: [act]snorts[/act]
Min: -- mingle, and have fun.
