[h3]Eleanor 'Ted' Roosevelt[/h3]

Ted slammed her mug on the table and brushed her rosy cheeks free from foam. She made her way behind the bar and motioned to Two-Four and the clock, her shift was about to start. She snuggly fit through the opening in the bar and took note of whose glasses were empty, beginning to fill up some replacements. 

[color=orange]“If you’re looking for work, I don’t have much to give you other than a tab for the bar, but I do have a job.”[/color] Ted said sliding the mugs down the bar to their appropriate owners. Each glass landing perfectly to their owners. She glanced upwards at her gun giving it a warm smile before placing both palms down on the table. She thought about what Two-Four and the others were talking about, the war. She remembered it pretty well, she should’ve – she was raised in the middle of it. 

[color=orange]“What a shit show.”[/color] Ted said quietly reminiscing about the war, the bar was illuminated by a form of energy – whose name was Sera sometimes they hired her to work as a sort of… Larger sentient lava lamp. It helped with the mood of the place. Debris was good for two things, both of those fell under the categories of lagers and liquor. Ted found Sera’s presence in the bar typically made it nicer, it was a nice hue of blue, not too blue but not quite a teal. [color=orange]“I don’t know what the hell you guys were fighting for.”[/color] Ted said with a hearty chuckle leaning back against the wall behind her. Ted related that war, the war that ravaged a large part of her memories to the wars they learned about in History class. When humans would squabble over smaller and smaller corners of the gem of a planet they were standing on now. 

Ted tapped Two-Four on the metallic shoulder and got on the tips of her feet in order to reach his ears. [color=orange]“By the by, the thing I’m working on – getting some government funding, it’s going alright but we need to prove that this shit hole is going to last, ergo the job board and my little -- well, don't worry about my thing.”[/color] Ted said motioning towards the job listing. She had to tiptoe around government anything nowadays considering she wasn’t exactly the guest of honor on the whole tour-de-la-monde they were now enjoying. But – if she appeared as a honest and hardworking girl just working with her sentient computer on making people living on Earth a happy drunk, then just maybe they’d play nice.