[Rage at the Eclipse] - The First Phase [Applications now Open again!]

Another slow evening at the Health Bar

Another day in paradise.

As usual, it was full of all sorts of wonderful people, your average street tough, tired stardock workers, cleaning staff, builders, taxi drivers off the clock, drunks, gamblers and other down and outs. Among them a couple of humans, an ex-Vid star who, if you squinted closely and were a fan of wildlife docudramas, you'd vaguely recognise as passingly similar to an old rimward explorer of some note. Couldn't be though, he's too old. The other was some tired ex-revolutionary, who, if you'd ask, would tell you some old war stories about the struggle for freedom, but his smile didn't meet his eyes.

A third human, this one keeping to herself off by a wall near some windows, simply minded her own business and looked fairly out of place given her corporate look. But this was one place where no one fitted in, so hardly anyone ave her more than a curious glance.

Most out of place of all was the Stymphalian, a species rarely seen outside of their territories, seated all alone in the centre table as the crowds filtered in. A card game was in its early stages of grumbles and losses nearby, several mean looking aliens off by the door were grousing and commiserating over some misfortune and everyone else sought the answers in the bottom of their cups.

And outside, the orange glow of the evening sun was slowly giving way to an unseasonable darkness as the eclipse moved into position.