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sanctuaryrpgNick remembered when he first showed up at the strip club on the island. He'd made it very clear that he could work in the jazz club, but going anywhere near the upstairs portion of the place was not going to happen. Being around them, the whole atmosphere, had just reminded him too much of the mother he'd lost - the mother who'd been murdered the night he'd died the first time.
Now, he thought, here he stood, once more in need of a job and finding one at a strip club. Maybe he was finally moving on from losing her...no, there was no maybe about it. He had moved past the shattering grief. He'd known it when he first walked in and felt nothing more than a bittersweet nostalgia. There was no sense whatsoever of the sadness, or the rage, that had once haunted him.
Then again, it could very well have been that none of the strippers had been humanoid.
So now here he sat in front of one of Sanctuary's strip joints, seated in the bouncer chair designed to keep him on hand if anyone got rowdy out front but still be able to get into the club quickly if rowdy decided to visit the stage or attempt to get into the dressing rooms.
He listened to the barker out on the main thoroughfare, passing out flyers and trying to drum up business, and thanked the gods that he knew how to fight so he was saved having to take that job. Who was he kidding, he'd have worked the trash haulers before he took that one.
To pass the time, he kept an eye out for other humans, or human-like aliens, trying to place the faces. And, if he was honest, stared pretty intently at the aliens, too. He just hoped if he stumbled across a Klingon or Cardassian he could keep his geek in check and not get himself beat up for being an idiot about meeting them.
Find Nick either sitting just inside the strip club (visible if your character is just walking by) or on his break and standing out on the main walk in front of the club on a bench, people and alien watching.
Now, he thought, here he stood, once more in need of a job and finding one at a strip club. Maybe he was finally moving on from losing her...no, there was no maybe about it. He had moved past the shattering grief. He'd known it when he first walked in and felt nothing more than a bittersweet nostalgia. There was no sense whatsoever of the sadness, or the rage, that had once haunted him.
Then again, it could very well have been that none of the strippers had been humanoid.
So now here he sat in front of one of Sanctuary's strip joints, seated in the bouncer chair designed to keep him on hand if anyone got rowdy out front but still be able to get into the club quickly if rowdy decided to visit the stage or attempt to get into the dressing rooms.
He listened to the barker out on the main thoroughfare, passing out flyers and trying to drum up business, and thanked the gods that he knew how to fight so he was saved having to take that job. Who was he kidding, he'd have worked the trash haulers before he took that one.
To pass the time, he kept an eye out for other humans, or human-like aliens, trying to place the faces. And, if he was honest, stared pretty intently at the aliens, too. He just hoped if he stumbled across a Klingon or Cardassian he could keep his geek in check and not get himself beat up for being an idiot about meeting them.
Find Nick either sitting just inside the strip club (visible if your character is just walking by) or on his break and standing out on the main walk in front of the club on a bench, people and alien watching.
