by CLL-MT9 » Sat Nov 03, 2018 9:12 pm
"Coming right up, coming right up," says Clementine, squeezing behind the bar. He normally doesn't go back there, but he wants to show off a little to his new friend, apparently. Holding his loading arms still and far away from the bottles, he extends his manipulators and painstakingly assembles a bottle of liquor distilled from home-grown Noventa carbohydrates (he thinks he's chosen one of the ones that's not watered down), a can of cheap lum, an ice pick, one each of some of the cleaner drinking and shot glasses. Lacking the ability to manipulate a pull tab, he punctures the can with the ice pick and decants it into the glass. This comes with way more foam than most bartenders would tolerate, but he doesn't risk trying to hold the glass sideways. Then, with a fair amount of spilling, he fills the shot glass.
He picks up the drinking glass and the shot glass and turns around slowly, nevertheless necessitating that Kaneesa duck to avoid getting taken out by his loading claws. With great ceremony, he places the larger glass down, and raises the shot glass above it... and to the side. Then he adjusts slightly, left-to-right, overcorrects, and back again, centering it carefully. He opens the manipulator claw, and the liquor drops with a splash.
"A reactormaker." Clementine opens his loading claws wide, as if he had performed a magic trick. The whole process has taken him almost three minutes of painstaking work.
"Coming right up, coming right up," says Clementine, squeezing behind the bar. He normally doesn't go back there, but he wants to show off a little to his new friend, apparently. Holding his loading arms still and far away from the bottles, he extends his manipulators and painstakingly assembles a bottle of liquor distilled from home-grown Noventa carbohydrates (he [i]thinks[/i] he's chosen one of the ones that's not watered down), a can of cheap lum, an ice pick, one each of some of the cleaner drinking and shot glasses. Lacking the ability to manipulate a pull tab, he punctures the can with the ice pick and decants it into the glass. This comes with way more foam than most bartenders would tolerate, but he doesn't risk trying to hold the glass sideways. Then, with a fair amount of spilling, he fills the shot glass.
He picks up the drinking glass and the shot glass and turns around slowly, nevertheless necessitating that Kaneesa duck to avoid getting taken out by his loading claws. With great ceremony, he places the larger glass down, and raises the shot glass above it... and to the side. Then he adjusts slightly, left-to-right, overcorrects, and back again, centering it carefully. He opens the manipulator claw, and the liquor drops with a splash.
"A reactormaker." Clementine opens his loading claws wide, as if he had performed a magic trick. The whole process has taken him almost three minutes of painstaking work.