[Main RP] - DarkSeas Lobby - Open for posting

[KristophReed]

Legend has it that a fantastic bird known as the Phoenix could be destroyed utterly and yet it would rise from the ashes even more grandiose than it had been before. The same holds true for a small secluded patch of land high atop the hills of the Gaian countryside near the coast of the Dark Sea. Though it might be beaten down and left alone for some time, it always rises from the ashes.

No one really knows why this old Georgian-style building has such a life but if the walls could talk, they would tell so many stories that one could never take it all in. This sprawling brick building with its old oak tone walls and high ceilings holds air that smells of old ale, cigarettes, and tears but always welcomes a weary traveler. No matter what, it seems to rise from the snow during the coldest winter.

After it has remained alone on its hilltops for many years, a sudden breath of fresh air has opened the windows and cleared the cobwebs. For today is the day that the DarkSeas Harbor Inn and Tavern has a new owner. With this new owner comes the hope that this building will once again come to life in a whole new and wonderful way.

As wonderful as the place appears, the story is not all rosy for with each new owner comes the chance that the building will lose its luster and fall into further disrepair. For ever since the days that its founder, Aykon Silvers, let this place enter the hands of another, the burden has eventually become too much to bear for the other owners. Will the same fate befall the new owner? That is only for time to tell.

But for now, the Phoenix rises from the ashes again at the call of a man who knows it's history. So let us clear the cobwebs from the doors and windows and take a fresh breath of air as the illustrious building once again with a new hope and an old heart.  

[KristophReed]

As the noontime sun sits in the sky, a figure can be seen slowly climbing the cobbled road to the building. As it draws closer, one can tell that the figure is riding a bicycle with a lazy pace and it is being followed by a few larger motorized vehicles with no obvious identification. A low rumble can be heard as the motorized vehicles following the biker labor a bit to climb a hill that was designed much more appropriately for denizens on foot to climb than a truck.

As the bike comes to a stop, a man gently dismounts and pulls the bike over to a small restraining bar near the door. Once the wheel slides into the restrainer, two metal bars eject from the sides of the front wheel cover and the securely click together, making the bike immobile. Nodding in acceptance, the man walks up the stairs to the front door.

He is tall and slender with a well-polished look about him. His purple locks fall loosely across his forehead naturally as was a style of the day. He pockets his small black-rimmed glasses and his small violet eyes look around the facility. He smiles happily, seeing that his orders were carried out correctly thus far.

As he is about to insert the key into the large lock, he pauses and turns to the two moving trucks behind him and lifts up a hand with palm forward. As he speaks, his voice is a mid baritone but sounds clear and carries an air of authority.

Easy gentlemen! Hold on while I make sure that the floors are protected should you tromp around upstairs with shoes on. I took a considerable amount of effort in restoring the floors to the condition they were in this place's infancy. I am not about to risk my investment.

The movers oblige as they wait patiently, seeming to take no offense to the man's request. The man with the key inserts it into the lock and a resounding ^click^ can be heard as the door loosens and shifts enough to allow entrance. Upon entering, the smell of fresh lacquer, clean linens, and even a bit of lingering smell of the lumber that was used to restore the stage to the traditional form it once was with stairs leading up from the side and a pedestal in the rear middle to hold the drums for any act that might visit.

The man's eyes dance with excitement as he takes a deep breath in and then exhales as a smile creeps across his face. The place looked just as good as it had in its old day glory and even better in some areas. As Kris thought it over, he could imagine the chef Mouselet running about the kitchen making kosher food and Aykon up on the stage with Nikki as they played a guitar duet. Those were the glory days... and he hoped to bring them back or at least make new ones. He speaks softly to no one but himself.

Wow Aykon... you would be so proud! The place looks great! I wish you could come and see it someday. Who knows... maybe you will... I will take care of your baby though, that I can promise you...

Kris now lets his eyes wander the room as he seems lost in memory, forgetting about the crew outside for a moment.  

[KristophReed]

After being lost in thought a moment, Kris' silence was broken by the sound of one of the trucks dropping the lift gate so that the contents could be emptied. He snapped back to reality and shrugged off the momentary daydream. The place did look good, all the repairs and upgrades had been made but what about the floor?

Hurriedly, he made his way upstairs, nodding at the shoe container which coincided with room keys and then reached the stairs. He was about to pull off his shoes when he saw the thick layer of plastic tarp covering the floors. The builder had done exactly as he had asked. Nodding in acceptance, he wandered back downstairs.

Opening the second door of the double doors and propping them open, Kris motioned for the movers to head on in.

Alright folks! The floor is protected, proceed with the move... oh, and thanks for waiting!

The movers nodded and began unloading the various pieces of furniture from the trucks and placing them within the building. Kris stood by to direct the gentlemen as they brought various items in but it didn't not take long for the workers to see the trend on where things were placed. Kris eventually was relegated to simply watching calmly and nodding on a few rare occasions as the rest of the place was unpacked. So far everything was going well with the move and this helped to ease Kris's mind. He was always a man who paid attention to detail and hiring his help was no exception. Some people called his over-analysis bothersome but he called it 'being thorough'.  

[Irish Fea]

D had been wandering the land for some time. She didn't really have a plan as to where she was going, just following her feet to wherever they were going. She walks along, staying mostly in the shadows, preferring to keep away from anything that might bring attention to her.

As she walks down the road, she notices a cobblestone path leading off to the side, not sure why, she follows it. She keeps to the side, in the shadows as usual. When she sees the trucks, and the men, she slows down and slips behind a large tree, watching the activity. She whispers to herself as she watches them moving things into the building.

Why am I here?  

[KristophReed]

Kris continues to watch the folks move the pieces of furniture in and within a brief 20-30 minute period, the DarkSeas Inn and Tavern was stocked and ready for business. He walks outside and waves to the trucks as they load up and head out.

Speaking loud enough to be heard over the engines, he thanks the men for their work.

Thank you gentlemen! Your office should have the money paid in full. I appreciate your wonderful work! Good day!

That being said, Kris returns to the inn and begins setting up some musical equipment on the stage. Thus far, he has no knowledge of any other soul but himself being around the building.

((**wavies to Nikki-chan**))  

[Irish Fea]

((*waves* I'm all giddy about RPing again. I'm hoping others join us soon))

D watches the activity, staying away from the men. She watches as the last piece of furniture is moved inside and the men in their trucks leave.

She watches, and waits till the man with purple hair walks back inside. Deciding he seemed to be friendly enough she slowly walks up to the building, making a complete circle around it. She peeks in windows, checks out the surrounding land and once her curiosity has been satisfied she stands near the doorway, watching the man for a few minutes.

After a brief period she clears her throat as to not scare the man should he turn around and see her unexpectedly standing there.

((BTW, my spelling is horrible lately, sorry for mistakes.))  

[KristophReed]

(( Yeah, it is nice to get in to the swing of RP again. I am all bustling with RP creativity but had not had an outlet. This will be nice! ))

Kris sets up a series of microphones on stands, a few amplifier speakers along the back of the stage, PA monitors on the front of the stage pointing back to the stage itself as well as a drum set. The process took him some time and he did get slightly sweaty in the process but it was really nice to see the place looking more like a venue now.

After he is finished with this, he attached a microphone to himself and did a few mic tests and adjusted some levels. Once the equipment sounded clear, he spoke words that might sound strange to someone listening to him.

Harmony! Get it together!

For a moment, the sound just resonated across the back boards of the tavern but no sooner then the sound had faded, a strange light appeared nearby. the purplish pink light solidified into a figure not much taller than a young child but with little or no physical features except a small mouth and two black dots for eyes. It spoke with a voice that sounded very non robotic and similar to a young woman with a higher pitched voice.

Yessir Mr. Kris! What can I do for you?

Kris's face smiled as he pats the figure's head.

There you are! I am glad you made it. Could you do me a favor, dear, and grab Sonata and both of you go tidy up the place a bit? I am sure that the movers left a giant mess upstairs. Thanks!

You got it sir! I will go get Sonata and we'll take care of it!

At this, the pink figure seemed to fade into the air around the stage and vanish. But only a few moments later, it appeared again with a turquoise colored form similar to itself. The two float upstairs and much activity can be heard.

Smiling to himself, Kris looks up at the ceiling and smiles, still completely unaware of any other presence but his own and whatever Harmony and Sonata were.

Ahh! Life is grand! I might even break out my turntables later on.  

[KristophReed]

nikki_is_me

((*waves* I'm all giddy about RPing again. I'm hoping others join us soon))

D watches the activity, staying away from the men. She watches as the last piece of furniture is moved inside and the men in their trucks leave.

She watches, and waits till the man with purple hair walks back inside. Deciding he seemed to be friendly enough she slowly walks up to the building, making a complete circle around it. She peeks in windows, checks out the surrounding land and once her curiosity has been satisfied she stands near the doorway, watching the man for a few minutes.

After a brief period she clears her throat as to not scare the man should he turn around and see her unexpectedly standing there.

((BTW, my spelling is horrible lately, sorry for mistakes.))

As D walks around the vicinity of the building, she is likely surprised at how large it seems to be. The building stands 3 stories high and spans across the rough equivalent of a city block. Along the back side of the building, she will find two protruding sections of the building that seem to be added on after the building was constructed.

In glancing in one of the two areas, she sees a decent desk in some sort of office. On the front of the desk, she can vaguely make out the Letters "N" and "S" on a placard these are attached to some other letters but they can't be seen in the light. The office looks like it has been tidied but left mostly to itself. This room is adjoined by a spacious bedroom and bath that strike a strange chord with D although she is not sure why.

Upon finally making her way to the building, D would likely see the discussion between the purple figure and the man on the stage but he seems unaware of her presence.

(( Spelling Errors? that's why I like FireFox, it gives you the red squiggly line when you misspell something. ))  

[Irish Fea]

Seeing the purple haired man busy with his current task, D walks in a few steps further and takes a good look around the place. As her eyes fall on the stage and then the bar and even the door leading back to the offices a pang of familiarity hits her, and hard. She takes a moment to compose herself before looking on.

I guess I need to be here.

After checking out most of what is in the room, her gaze settles on the activity on the stage. She takes note of the names used, but doesn't say anything just yet. She's seen ghosts and spirits before, but she could always sense when they were around. These two are definitely not supernatural. She waits until Kris speaks again and then responds. Her tone is somewhat playful but you can hear the fatigue of long days traveling in her voice.

Life is grand, indeed. Are you open for business or should I go find other accommodations?

As she speaks a tiny nose pokes out of her bag and sniffs before disappearing back inside the bag. Some wriggling around can be seen before whatever is inside settles back down.

((I love firefox for the same reason, I just have had the worst time with getting the right words out of my fingers and then getting them spelled the right way. I edited, too.))  

[KristophReed]

Kris hears the voice speaking and sits up calmly with one leg bent and the other stretched out and smiles as he sees his first visitor. However, as he glances at her, he seems to recognize her from somewhere though he has no idea where.

Hmm? Oh! Terribly sorry! I had no idea that anyone was here but me.

That being said, he hops off the stage and dusts his hand gently on the side of his trousers before offering it to the guest.

Hello ma'am! I am not used to customers, you are my first one! Kris Reed, nice to meet you. And in answer to your question YES we are open for business. My associates are tidying up the rooms as we speak. What can I do for you?  

[Irish Fea]

D takes your hand and skakes it firmly, then lets it go.

It's ok. I saw you were busy. I'm D, by the way. Nice to meet you as well. I'm guessing since I am your first customer you have a room I can rent?

The little nose pokes back out of the bag again followed by a pair of black eyes.

As long as you don't mind my little friend, of course. He's no trouble at all and I promise he won't cause damage.  

[KristophReed]

(( EDITED ))

D

D takes your hand and skakes it firmly, then lets it go.

It's ok. I saw you were busy. I'm D, by the way. Nice to meet you as well. I'm guessing since I am your first customer you have a room I can rent?

The little nose pokes back out of the bag again followed by a pair of black eyes.

As long as you don't mind my little friend, of course. He's no trouble at all and I promise he won't cause damage.

Kris looks blankly around the room Busy? Well, not really. I was just enjoying the stage set up here...He motions to the stage with all the instruments installed and seeming to wait for someone to pick them up.

But yes, we can certainly let you rent a room. Are you... familiar with this place? It has two floors and a special treat for the weary traveler's feet. What floor would you like? There are 15 rooms on each floor, each with their own attached bathroom.

Kris leans down and looks at the two eyes in the back with a smile Well hullo there! What do we have here?  

[Irish Fea]

Oh, I meant setting up, up there. I... I'm not sure. I feel like I've been here before. You even seem a little familiar... Things are different.

She shakes her head as if to clear out the confusion.


I don't know. I guess surprise me about which room? I have this nagging feeling that...

She cuts off her train of thought and changes subjects. She lifts the flap of her bag and nestled in among the clothes and various belongings is a reddish brown fur covered mass. The only thing that is really distinguishable is the eyes, two small rounded ears and a nose that sniffles at you.

That, is Gig. She kinda adopted me, I guess.... I can't get the darned thing to leave and go back wherever she came from.  

[KristophReed]

nikki_is_me

I... I'm not sure. I feel like I've been here before. You even seem a little familiar... Things are different.

She shakes her head as if to clear out the confusion.


I don't know. I guess surprise me about which room? I have this nagging feeling that...

She cuts off her train of thought and changes subjects. She lifts the flap of her bag and nestled in among the clothes and various belongings is a reddish brown fur covered mass. The only thing that is really distinguishable is the eyes, two small rounded ears and a nose that sniffles at you.

That, is Gig. She kinda adopted me, I guess.... I can't get the darned thing to leave and go back wherever she came from.

Kris looks at you perplexed as if he was trying to follow your train of thought but was just as lost as you were.

Well, I have been here before many years ago when I was just a boy. At that time I came to visit as a guest of my brother. He was friends with the original owner, a guy named Aykon Silvers. However, I can't really recall meeting you. But this place has an old soul, it might remember you better than you remember it.

Kris looks again at the pile of fluff with eyes. Ah... hello there Gig.

He looks back to you with perplexed eyes. What... um... is Gig?  

[Irish Fea]

Aykon....

The face of her old friend pops up her mind. She shakes her head again, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Maybe if I can speak to him he could help me.

He used to own this place? What happened to him? I guess this place remembers me... that's why I was drawn here?

She reaches into her bag and pulls out Gig.

She is a ferret.... I can say she has a thing for shiny stuff but she's gotten better about taking things that don't belong to us. She's a work in progress, I guess you could say.

((pink is her thoughts... I'm going to be heading out in a few minutes, FYI.))