<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4695444#msg4695444">Quote from: NotoriusBEN on 26-05-2011, 06:37:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Baromir nodded to Darius as the man went up to the third story of the 'battle-limo'. Really there were some better things to buy, but Rourke was footing that bill, so Baromir went along with it. The interior was impressive to say the least, the stripper pole in the back was a little much, and that was just the first level. Baromir didnt want to be on ground level, and not higher than might be possible to jump out if something happened to go awry, so he chose the second level and held his breath at what Rourke could possibly do to trump the first floor.<br/><br/>He agreed with Darius' anxiety if not for the same reasons. If this movie went off spectacularly, he might be able to spin his colonization plans into it. Maybe even offer 'limited raffles' to would-be colonists to increase desirability. In due time...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The second floor of the limo was dominated by a zero-g dance arena, which seemed to be hosting some fractally complex ballet.  The room around the arena was covered in formal dining tables, attended to by blond women in sequined bikinis.  At one corner, a fat man in the uniform of a planetary archbishop sat watching the show, wearing a white and red robe gilded with golden threads that seemed more appropriate to a cardinal.  On the other hand, he did wear the gigantic hat appropriate to a man of his rank.<br/><br/>One of the half naked waitresses approached Baromir and held out a tray of fine amnsec.  "Care for a drink, sah?"  She asked in a lilting cadence, giving baromir a wink with her intensely blue eyes.