The fun ends

Who: Rachin, the contents of Parrott's
Where: The bar
When: An hour and a half after my last post
Through a mixture of guesswork, good judgement and blind luck,
Nikola managed to find the bar. Unfortunately, the only air duct
running through it was at the back, and the grate screwed in from
the outside, but that was just something he'd have to live with. He
began taking snapshots of some of the bargoers- particularly the
armed ones. He also took a picture of an antique shotgun hanging on
a plaque.
There was one thing Nikola neglected, and that was that there was
also a grate on the bottom side of the air duct, and it was only
held in by one rusty screw. As he leaned in to take a final
snapshot, the grate broke loose, sending the contents of the duct
tumbling to the ground below. Nikola's elbow smashed into a
jukebox, stopping the music that was already drowned out by the
various noises in the bar. His camera became a mosaic on the ground.
What followed was complete silence. Even the two brawlers in a
drunken stupor- one pinned against the wall, the other with a broken
beer bottle in hand- were staring at the unexpected guest. To add
to Nik's embarrassment, the jukebox was the first to break the
silence. It whirred back to life, playing the intro to "Mexicali
Blues".
Trying to mask his embarrassment as much as possible, he propmptly
took off his rubber suit (he was still wearing his black overcoat,
and his street clothes under that), threw it in the trash, sat down
at the bar and ordered a pint of ale.
Other than that, the classical music was the only thing to disturb
the air. The half-drunken man pinned against the wall saw the
distraction as an opportunity and slugged his adversary, sending him
crashing down onto a table. This seemed to pull everyone back to
their own concerns, as they began talking amongst themselves. Just
like that, as quickly as it was silenced, the bar came back to life.
Two pilots at the opposite end of the bar, however, stared on at
Nikola.
"Isn't that the new guy?" said the first pilot. "Maybe we should
show him where the front entrance is," he joked.
The other pilot simply shook his head. "Take a look at him. He's
wearing an overcoat and sunglasses on a spaceship with no weather.
Guy probably thinks he's some secret agent hotshot."
OOC: <TAG> or <TBC>. Whatever.