[@PrankFox][@Crimson Flame]

Tank Man groaned as he looked at a blinking light, and an audible alarm, "Ugh.. Outer hull compromised, huh?" He sighed, "Note to self: cameras, topside. Whether it's Pinkie or not, let's see how the little shit likes [i]this[/i]." He flipped a cover off a switch, then the switch itself, and the whole machine began to hum, separate from the vibration of it rumbling along! He'd connected a circuit somewhere, and was now running a current through the outer hull!

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[@Sanguine Rose][@samreaper]

	The front door kicked open at the Red Door, and in swaggered The Rocker, and his entourage. 
	The only one taller than him was covered in leather and chains (and some kind of heavy looking metal frame-work on his heavy boots). To his left was an emo-kid, with a shock of blue hair covering one side of his face, and a timid demeanor. The other, a young lady with a green mowhawk and a matching t-shirt quickly broke from the group on roller blades, turning and circling this way and that as the rest of the group came to sit at the counter. Rocker set his guitar on the stool next to him. "Yo, I'll have whatever you've got on tap-or just a couple, anyway. Can't get too wasted; got a gig, tonight!" He frowned, and looked over both of his shoulders at his gang, "And, uh, I guess a root beer for them? Don't worry, they just forgot their permission slips, is all, hahahahaha!"
	He gave a light shove on The Ill Begotten Fate's shoulder, either not recognizing him or not caring, "What about you, hm? Just pickin' somethin' up for your Old Man, right? hehehehehe..."