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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i>Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>As she worked the touch panel, Axle watched on to figure out how it operated, before looking around and smiling slightly. Seems like a nice place... peering out the window, he took in the parking lot and rainy street and already considered that it might be based on an actual place before she divulged as much. All the little details just seemed very... real. Rather than something someone would come up with. He turned then to look from the cashier to the dining area, following Nalia and the hostess over to one of the booths.<br/><br/>With a soft, satisfied grunt, the soldier eased into his seat, running his flesh-and-blood hand briefly over the worn leather. "Hm... Impressive. Physical holograms with realistic sensory texture. This is on the same level as the training rooms I used... maybe even higher quality, actually."<br/>He picked up the menu then, having a quick look over the items before nodding and looking up at the waitress, letting his eyes go over the details of her outfit before arriving at her face. "I'll have what she's having, plus a milkshake. Strawberry."<br/><br/>He waited for her to note down their order, then focused on Nalia again as the hologram went over to deliver it to the kitchen. "You guys have a food and drink here in the Hotel, right. Is the food she delivers going to be real?" he asked curiously. "And I can't help but suppose that some customers might want to use this sort of technology to indulge in some other frustrations than just anger-related ones." He gave her a look. "Not to be crude, of course."<br/><br/>"Anyway." He placed the metal orb on the table and took the strap off his shoulder, then rested his metal hand casually on the object. "I noticed you didn't take my sidearm away when I entered, and that the large fella could also carry his sword around... I suppose then that, so long as people aren't going be violent outside the anger rooms, you allow weapons in the Hotel." The man rolled the orb around on the table off-handedly until he stopped. "Maybe you already know where I'm going with this... the orb is also a weapon. A far more powerful one than my pistol. It's currently in its harmless, compact form. What I'd like to ask: how do you personally feel about weapons?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi56.photozi.com%2Fimages%2F9w9lN.png&amp;hash=ed0e2b26933e967cc9dcb08047c9f928" title="9w9lN.png">
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Galen Forrester<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i>Bar<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@FreddieMercury9546" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@FreddieMercury9546</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="4601" data-username="@PhoenixFaery" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4601/">@PhoenixFaery</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@Briker</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@tristyn grace tucker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@tristyn grace tucker</a>​</div><br/>Galen sat back and cheered for Sephiroth and Freddie as they took the stage, singing another song he had never heard of. These duets sure were a curious but fun thing. When they were done and had returned to the table where he sat, Galen appreciated the other ordering the alcohol-free drink for him. He looked over curiously at the other two people that had taken a seat at the bar, before frowning. Turning back to his table, he whispered. "Is that woman topless?"<br/><br/>At Sephiroth's question about why they were in the Convergence, how they could move on from there and whether they wanted to, Galen paused. "Hm... well, it definitely seems like we were brought here by some kind of higher power, out of our control. Maybe it's a kind of magic that did it?" Oblivious to the fact that he was quoting the title of a song by the singer next to him.<br/>"Well, after watching Axle blow his brains out... I'm pretty sure you can't get out of this place unless you do something even more spectacular. If it is a magical force that brought us here or is keeping us here, then... maybe you'd need a tremendous amount of magical force to break the spell, I guess. Or maybe you'd need to travel up into the dark sky and see if we're in some kind of bubble that we can move out of?" he suggested as he looked from one to the other.