Crossways Tabernacle

[Roan DeSeer]

Crossways Tabernacle
(Or, a DeSeer social experiment)
(Or, the effects of long term boredom)
(Or, the mental degeneration 8 years of Gaia induces)

Synopsis: Previously a derelict building not far from the centre of Durem, the Crossways Tabernacle is new in that the entire place has been renovated, a stonking great new sign put outside, and the doors flung open to any and all who would wander in for a drink away from the hustle of the city centre.
Come on in, grab a stool and join the mayhem.

The detailed version.... a lot more complicated, see below ^^

NOTE!!!!!

If you are one of the many old friends we have made through the last 8 years, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the post below.

Contents:

Post 1: You're reading it.
Post 2: What this is really all about
Post 3: Detailed description of the bar for those who wanna know
Post 4: Spare for now!

[Roan DeSeer]

So what the bleedin' 'eck is really going on?

Lets call it a social experiment. Lets call it a rebirth. Lets call it what it REALLY is: the daft result of complete boredom and 8 years exposure to Gaia.

Once upon a time in 2003 the DeSeer clan was born onto Gaia in a great big splash of absolute ignomany.
It started with a bar, like this one. The Tavern Between Heaven and Hell. And it was a popular bar, and topped the front page of commerce daily alongside the Bloodbath Bar/Inn whatever incarnations of THAT there have been, and it is a credit to Bloodbath it survived while the advent of guilds was the end of Heaven and Hell.

For years, the regulars of that bygone time worked on their characters through troubled late teenage years, driunkeness, boredom, school, university, work and more.
Its eight years later now. The DeSeer clan, to those who yet know it, is... a convoluted and in some ways a ridiculous thing.
It is called end game. Or game breaking, if you prefer. And the fun has waned, and real life happened and the rp... stopped.
Not just in commerce, but in guilds too.
Dust settled, sheets were pulled over the few remaining pieces of good furniture... and the doors shut softly behind us.


That was last year. But 8 years after it all started... have any of us grown up? No. Have any of us stopped being stressed? No. Have any of us become well adjusted responsible members of society? DEFINITELY not.
So why did we stop the thing we loved for so long? Because we lost the originality. The fun of building relations we took for granted.

So we're back for one more flogging of the old dead horse. And we're rolling the whole bloody shebang backwards.
To the beginning.
To the start.
To the point in 2003 when Roan DeSeer first came to Gaia, and to see if the daftness that gave me friends worldwide, and has let me travel more than I ever would otherwise can be recaptured again.

Fitting prehaps that I start this when I am now planning to marry a man 5000 miles away I met through this very site. For one more try, we're turning it all back and starting again. Come in and join us.

TO OUR OLD ACQUAINTANCES:

The roll back means just that. Though WE know you and your characters, IC, we will not. this will be like first meeting all over again.

This is also my chance to say to all those Ive upset over the years that all is forgiven (where applicable), Im sorry (where applicable), and there are DEFINITELY no hard feelings.
One blank slate, one new start, feel free to come and join us, or at least come poke me and tell me Im am still the biggest fool on the planet ^^.

[Roan DeSeer]

Crossways Full Description

Coming soon.

For now, be content with double doors entering, a step down into an English style pub with a fireplace at the far end, bar against the left wall (stocked with the usual range of drinks and snacks) and seating available at tables and wall booths.

There is an upstairs, and a basement, but neither are accessible at present.


Note: This is a casual setting. You do NOT need to post profiles, you do NOT need to be the worlds best literate poster, you just need to be polite and make sure there is a difference between you In Chacater posts, and what you are saying Out of Character.

[Roan DeSeer]

((reserved))

[Roan DeSeer]

Early evening, and a new business.
No media campaign, no flyers, no brass band playing to the old opera men on the street... just, a key clicking in the lock, the doors set back into their nooks to stay open, and the lights flicked up.

A woman and a man stood in the empty, clean space. Of the two, the male was taller with a shock of blond hair, polo shirt, straight pants and polished boots.
The woman stood around 5ft8" with deep, assumable dyed, red hair. It wasnt ginger, it was much deeper than that, framing her face in bangs and spikes.
Beyond that, the female was fairly well covered by a long black cape and sunglasses. Despite the facial adnorment, the traces of scarring could be seen over her nose and around one eye.

"Very nice, m'lady"
"Just Roan will do, Jan. While we are here. A glass of absinthe will go down well, and we shall see what there is to be seen."
"As you wish."

The pair headed further into the bar, one behind it, and one to a stool. A new venture, and no fear if it failed. Not a bad start, in a new home.

[RenegadeIVLife]

Viper pushed the doors open to this place. Tall 6 foot male with a muscular frame, long black hair, and many stud pierces in ears, and his face. The large man with a wide grin. Viper's boot steps carry him with a resounding echo as he walked. Rattle of a chain on his hip as he walked to the bar counter, and pulled a stool out to sit down.
"Jack Daniels. The bottle."
He requested with a calm, yet powerful sounding voice.

[Roan DeSeer]

With a smile and nod, the 'uniformed' man behind the bar did as asked, setting the bottle before the newcomer, along with a glass in case he wanted it.

Taking then the time to set the necessary paraphenalia for absinthe before the red haired woman, from bottle to glass to spoon to sugar cubes, the bar tender then went quietly about the joys of unpacking new stocks of glasses onto the already cleaned down shelves. Everythign from pint glasses to sherry glasses had been suppplied, and bore a small engraved mark of a crown sat over a cross, likelys oem referance to the pub's name.

"Evening stranger. Welcome to the Crossways."

A simple greeting from the woman, a mere testing of the waters. Some drinkers came to talk, some to drink in silence. But for either, a hello rarely went astray. From that simple statement, the nationality of the woman became obvious, southern British tones tinting her words as she smiled, close-lipped, at the first customer that had wandered in. It was a good sign.

[exp. 99]

Ah, the fun nights are come and gone. Life as upper management sucked a**, and it le....wait...what's that? A rollback? For srs? No more management detail, no more deskjobs?

******** YES.

Turning back the clock a bit, the man who would be passing the building by was a night and day different sort of person from the Iden DeSeer of recent times. A vastly different breed in wholesale.

The man who strode down the road did so with an almost swaggering degree of cocksure self assurance. Resplendent in street clothes that suited an urban thug, he was a tall, lean man borne in jeans and a t-shirt that bore "artistic" abstract designs. Tack on the fingerless leather gloves and steel-toed boots, and you have the perfect recipe for an up and coming young punk with designs on infamy and a reputation. And to the great misfortune of the civilized folk of Durem, he just happened to be sauntering so nonchalantly down the road within the otherwise quiet streets this time of night.

[Roan DeSeer]

((*pokes a thumb upwards* DeSeers are still around, but we're doing a roll back. Though the REAL us know our old acquaintances, IC, we're starting over as if we;ve all just arrived in Durem. Take a gander at post two, and though I'll be playing Roan as not knowing any of teh old faces, she IS gonan be looking for staff for her 'first business' on Gaia ^^))

[Nagato Yuki_2]

Her skin was pale white, her eyes black like onyx. The woman known as Nagato walked into the establishment with an expressionless face. She looked about the place to see a woman behind a ba unpacking glasses and a man drinking alcohol. She took her own empty seat and said nothing, looking about to familiarize herself with the place.

The woman had short cut grey hair, though she did not seem "old" by normal standards. She wore a simple shirt, simple pants, simple shoes. Everything about her was simple and kept her from standing out in most situations.

Having taken a good look at the place she finally showed a pleasant smile at what she assumed to be the bartender. "Miss? May I please purchase a simple glass of water?"

[Alexander S Aurelius]

The electricity in the building would flicker for a moment as the flash of a lightning bolt would sear through the sky, striking right outside the building with display of white light so brilliant it would temporarily stun the eyes of onlookers if they had been peering at its center. The shriek of the lightning had been hideously distorted, turning into a sharp squeal that instantly filled the air with its light and sound. Shortly after the crack of thunder was heard, a roaring trumpet that shook the ground with might. The doors of the building opened as the warm flesh of a hand pressed against the door, pushing it as the light would waft in behind the man. A breeze blew behind him as the light spilled across the room, bellowing his shoulder length black hair. He wore a long slender sword on his left hip, his skin exhibited a radiant hazy luminescence that seemed to create an abominable glow, a corrupted white. Within him stirred a well of dark negative force, a shocking sensation compared to his near angelic visage, it was this chilling enigmatic features that would often evoke a skeptical caution.

His eyes were a soft pale gold, specks of reflective dust gave them a cat's eye glow when light was refracted at the correct angle to see. He was adorned in white linens that seemed to hide the presence of armor, though it was confusing in the less defined portions of his body that were too skewed by the glow to tell where the armor stopped and began. It was a perplexing phenomenon. There was a gracefulness in his moments as he walked across the room, a serene and calm demeanor that implied he was confident in his abilities, but was subtle enough to pass as a drifter, someone to take heed of, but not identify with so that memory of him would be lax.

" A drink please. Also, is there any work around here? Anyone that needs to be...handled with a professional touch?" His voice was just loud enough to be clear as he moved up to the bar, his hands pressing on the counter as his eyes would pear towards the one he spoke it, it had been obvious, after all, since he'd been scanning the room, and his eyes ended upon Roan. There was a strange aura of swiftness about the man, the style of his cloths and his physic implied he retained great agility and dexterity.

[Roan DeSeer]

"Water's on the house miss. Jan, if you please?"

It was the woman who answered the newly entered female, waving to the man behind the bar who was swift to supply the lady with her requested beverage, iced with a slice of lemon.
While the bartender was doing so, Roan smiled and leant back, idly thinking to herself that the rumours she had heard of Gaia, and Durem, seemed accurate if the second customer of the day had such... unusual features so openly on display. Though glasses hid her eyes, they were indeed moving swiftly behind the darkened lenses, taking in much just from the casual entry of two persons so soon after just opening a set of doors, and the sight of others moving outside.

From those dressed outlandishly, to those in more sombre gear, tatters and even what seemed to be one c**k sure punk passing directly outside, Durem indeed appeared to be as varied as she had heard in its populace.

Which was when teh truly unusual happened, and she took in the latest arrival....

((post fully for you in just a sec Alex, I need a drink XD))

[RenegadeIVLife]

Viper lifted the bottle by the neck with his right hand. The large man with rather delightful sense of taste judging from his clothing it be a now. Viper was well know as a trouble maker.... worse from what clan he came from back in the day.
"Here's, the rub missy, The names Viper. Formerly the Biggest Bad a** in the Bluesummers Clan, Sadly, they died off in the gutter somewhere. I'm looking for work. The kill people kind, or whatever business y'all got going on. Ya dig?"
Viper spoke like some kind of rude person. But, he was never valued as brains let alone tactics. Viper was a monster, a brute, common day thug, but in the former clan he was their head fighter.

( Ok, It was just odd, remade post. )

[Nagato Yuki_2]

"Ah." She saidd in slight surpise as the man 'Jan' he had been named. "Thank you sir." she said simply as she drank the water slowly, savoring the sweet flavor of the water. She then ignored the other occupants mostly, only taking notice of them and their position. The man with the bottle of Jack seemed a most violent man, and a possible drunkard. Then there was the distinguished man who seemed to ride lightning, she was unsure of him. He looked pleasant, but the trumpets that followed his arrival hurt her ears.

She turned back to the woman who had asked 'Jan' to supply the water. "Are you the owner of this new establishment?"