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April System Mingle

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!

[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

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[Robb blinks when he hears his name and he gazes at Winn for a couple of seconds before he recognizes him. This time he smiles a very awkward smile.]

They weren't meant for you... The words... [He wants to say a couple of other things but there is a fist coming approaching his face at an alarming speed. While Winn manages to avoid it, Robb is less fortunate in the fist lands right on his nose.

Robb squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and waits until the stars disappear, he has his hand pressed against his nose. If it isn't broken it will at least swell like some bloody big melon. Now for a king it isn't worthy to go out and fight in some sort of inn, Robb, however is angry and tosses an empty glass at the man's head and decides that if he has to punch, he will do so.]

[ he turns his attention to robb when he begins to explain himself and there's a mistake because he totally misses the guy who lands a punch on him. sorry, buddy.

the glass shatters and all bets are off. all around them people scramble either to get out, or get in on the fighting. the first emotion to rush into winn's system is fear, but it's quickly joined by a rush of adrenaline. he's stuck by the bar - the door is too far away for him to get out of this without engaging, and he wouldn't leave robb to handle this mob alone - even though most people seem quite content to fight each other for some reason he really can't comprehend but at least it means they're not all ganging up on the two of them! - so fight their way out it is!

he ducks out of the way of a bottle, but lands his eyes directly into an elbow. as if that's not punishment enough, the owner of that elbow decides that was a purposeful instigation and picks him up by the collar of his jacket. of course he had to bump into the giant, why wouldn't he bump into the giant? ]

Sorry - I'm pretty sure that hurt me more than it hurt you? [ no go? well alright then, he wiggles for some maneuvering space and digs his knee into the guy's crotch. this one definitely hurt the other guy more than him (though his knee isn't too happy with him either). he reaches for robb. ]

Door! [ he nods towards it, trying to make his meaning clear over the racket. ]

[And suddenly everything arounds him erupts into some sort of chaos. Men start to scream and everyone seems to be eager to fight. For a moment he loses sight of Winn, at least, until a large man picks him from the ground.

Robb keeps his nose covered with one hand and holds a bottle in the other, ready to strike at whatever comes his way. He is angry and it shows and he wishes he had a sword on him. Gods, he wishes he had Grey Wind at his sight. The direwolf would have known what to do.

And suddenly Winn is in front of him again.]

The door? [They are going to run like cravens, not?] A...ah... [It was the best option, really.] I will be right behind you! [And if not he might be busy with slamming a bottle into some idiot's head.]

[ winn has absolutely no problem with running like a craven. he spent most of his life being one, and it kept him alive. he can stand and fight when the situation warrants it (and there's no other choice) but fighting over people being too drunk to know better? he'll take a hard pass on that. the last person he punched was a slaver alien who tried to kill him. somehow, drunk dude at a bar doesn't feel like an appropriate follow up.

and yet, punch he does, because this particular drunk dude is in their way and - that did absolutely nothing to him. why is everyone bigger than him?! oh shit. ]

Little he- [ he can't even complete the thought before he's hurled aside; had there not been a brawl going on, he might have hit the opposing wall. as it stands, he crashes against some angry people, causing a momentary people domino rally. one of them even hits that wall in his place. ]

[Well, Robb does not like to run from whatever fights. Not even when the fights are stupid and everyone is in their cups. He does not like it that he has to return to Jeyne with his nose looking like a bright red strawberry. And that one man has to get what he deserves.

But now he follows Winn while swinging the bottle around him with every intention to hit where it hurts.]

Gods! [Suddenly Winn disappears in this mass of drunk men and for a moment Robb is disorientated. He could run for that door but he cannot leave Winn like that. It is not how he rolls.]

Come, get up! [He reaches out to grab his hand.] We are surrounded by lackwits.

[ disoriented is a good clean word for what winn is feeling right now. groaning and grimacing, he takes the offered hand and pulls himself to his feet ]

Couldn't have said it better myself - [ the bar really isn't his type of place, he usually likes to frequent the nicer places, but peggy told him he has to get his own ammo for their lessons, and he was told he might find someone who could help him out with that here. next time - he's definitely bringing backup. he's not looking forward to going back to kitty looking like this either - he's even less looking forward to kara seeing his swollen bruised face. he already knows how that's gonna go - especially once he explains what the hell he was doing there to begin with. you know, the battle for his independence and self reliance...it's just easier to win if he doesn't fight. dishonorable and cowardly, sure, but also easier! ]

What are the chances that crawling's an acceptable option? [ he's getting the feeling they're slim, but it does seem like the easiest way to avoid further violence. ]

[It is clear on Robb’s face that he hates this situation. That he is angry and wants to chop some serious heads. Drunken men are so aggravating. So utterly foolish and reckless. He is so angry that he forgets about the irony of this. He hasn’t been a very fantastic drunk either...]

I think we need to be swift. They are in their cups, we are not. [No way in bloody hell that he is going to crawl these floors!] If anything we need to take cover. [For some reason he is happy that he isn’t the only one hopping around with terrible bruises on his face.] And stay close to one another. And it would be good if you could obtain something to hit them with as well.

[ no head chopping! head chopping bad! any kind of chopping - bad! winn ducks as a chair is thrown in their general direction and breaks apart. he picks up one of the legs. ]

This should do - we just have to get to the door.

[ misery loves company? ]

[Robb doesn’t like chopping heads either, bro. But sometimes it is just one of those things that need to be done.]

That is a good weapon. [He smiles a little.] Just bash it into the face of anyone that bothers you. I will make use of my bottle.

[After those words he turns and focuses on that door. It is not that far, they could stumble out of this mess.]

Mayhaps we can press ourselves against the walls, so we cannot be taken unawares from behind.

[ there has to be a better way, bro. if push comes to shove, he can call kara she can arrive anywhere pretty fast. it's good to have superheros on your speed dial! ]

Right - [ he is not excited for the prospect, but he bashed an alien with a rock once, he can do this. he nods. ]

Good thinking. Let's - let's go before someone else notices us -

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