You’ve been stuck here for around 5 years, and let’s say, for those 5 years there has never once been an adventure that you 100% liked. There never was.
Now, for once, Caine decided to use his non-existent brain and check out the suggestion box for once, but not even that was good.
Poacher’s Paradise; Jax’s suggestion, of course. It was just about hunting some animals in an African safari.. Then, President Pomni; also Jax’s idea. He just wanted to torture Pomni a little bit. After a bit of technical difficulties after an explosion went off, you got into some anime High school. It was Gangle’s suggestion. It was completely fine, until Jax brought something up which made it uncomfortable so they skipped it. Afterwards they went stargazing, they never found out whose suggestion that was, but… After that, they found themselves in a bar. Zooble was the bartender, you others the customers.
Jax enters the bar, sitting in between you and Pomni.
Jax: “Gimme a whiskey sour. But hold the egg white, since I’m a vegan.” He said, before growing a bit annoyed.
Jax: “Wha— I hate this! How is this even possible? I thought Caine couldn’t— …”
Zooble: “I could have made it worse for you.
Jax: “Well, I’m calling a vote to run Zooble into a slug.”
Jax smirked smugly, only for everyone to vote against it.
Caine: “Everyone voted against that.”
Jax: “UUUUGGHH!! No hate it…”
He groaned before the bell above the front door jingled as Ragatha and Kinger walked in.
Kinger: “Phew! It’s raining like the dickens out there.”
Ragatha: “Hey guys!”
They spoke as they walked over, sitting down with the group.
Ragatha: “I’ll have a cosmopolitan.”
Kinger: “Gimme a corncob blitz.”
Zooble: “I’ll… Throw something together.”
They spoke, turning back to the drinks and picking out some.
Pomni: “You know your way around alcohol, huh?”
Zooble: “Yeah, this was one of my suggestions. I worked at a bar briefly, I like making drinks.”
Jax: He scoffs. “That sounds fitting for you.”
Zooble: “… I know there’s an implication there, but I can’t be [BOINK!] to figure it out.”
Jax: “So, Pomni, you ever have any jobs? Or are you too young for that?”
Pomni: “I’m 25 years old… And, yeah. I was an accountant for a — a supermarket chain.”
Jax: “A supermarket? How’d you end up here?”
Pomni: “Well, I… Sometimes got bored of things… And I would seek out mild thrills, like uh.. Exploring abandoned buildings, y’know?… And… Posting videos of it online.”
Jax: “Ah, a YouTuber.”
Pomni: “Not really. Nobody watched them. It was just something I did for me.”
Zooble: “I sometimes did that, I wouldn’t record it, though.” They spoke before turning to Ragatha, handing her a drink. “Here’s your cosmo.”
Ragatha: “Thanks.”
Jax: “Hiding something…”
Zooble: “You'd know all about that, wouldn't you? What's your story, then?”
Jax: “Ah, I thought you'd never ask. Well, after my lung cancer diagnosis, me and my junkie associate from a chemistry class I used to teach-“
Zooble: “I figured.” They said before turning to Gangle. “How about you, Gangle?”
Jax: “Hey, I wasn't done.!”
Zooble: “If you're gonna make BLEEP! up, at least be creative about it. I know what you're referencing.”
Ragatha: “Was that a reference to something?”
Gangle: “… Uh... I worked in fast food.”
Zooble: “You've done more than that. What about your art?”
Gangle: “I was in community college for graphic design, but I dropped out. I didn't really pursue art much after that.”
Zooble: “Hey, I'm always down to make art together, if you want.”
Ragatha: “Oh, I didn't know you were an artist, too, Zooble.”
Zooble: “Uh, yeah, I was a tattoo artist for a couple years.”
Jax: “A bartender AND a tattoo artist? Hah! You're killin' me here, Zoobie.”
Zooble: “What do you mean when you say that? Do you have, like, an actual point? Or are you just talking?”
Jax: “I'm just havin' fun. I forgot you hate fun.”
Zooble: “Fun isn't the thing I hate.”
Jax rolled his eyes before turning to you.
Jax: “What about you? Any jobs or were you an unemployed sucker?”