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That morning the bar was looking as good as it had ever looked, the surrounding buildings (at least on the outside) had had decades of mess and rubble cleared away to frame the newly renovated Red Bull. Over the door was a large hand painted graffiti style sign with a much tougher-than-reality version of Massacre posturing atop the bar’s title. Thanks to Melvin’s contribution of a zillion runic stones he’d managed to get the whole thing trimmed in runic-modded neons for night time.

Inside, everything was decorated for the occasion in a veritable deluge of crepe paper. It looked as if the person in charge of decorating had started off in traditional white only to realise who exactly they were decorating for and had promptly changed to far more neon colours. There were also a variety of crepe paper flowers spread across the bar ranging from small to huge and tie dyed. In the midst of all this artificial plant life there also nestled a good number of paper mache doves, half with moons on them, half with suns. All of the decorations were far better looking than what Rep and Harrison generally were capable of making and it seemed like America had been involved somehow.

The bar itself showed the investment people from all over the island had put into it, the counters were made of heavy dark mahogany which may or may not have been originally procured in tree form, trimmed and sanded, with comfortable leather trimmed stools. The underlying decor of the place itself beneath that which had been added for the wedding was nestled somewhere between rustic hunting lodge and British pub, the walls hung with reindeer pelts, skulls and other curious items he’d found in the towns during the work on the place.

Around the walls were booths for people to sit, as well as tables with chairs for those needing a little more space or simply wanting somewhere to eat in future that wasn’t the cafeteria. The pub’s kitchen was more sparsely populated with facilities for the time being. There was a fryer, sinks etcetera, but until cooks made clear what they needed in terms of pots, pans and other cooking paraphernalia, it remained spartan at best. There was nevertheless plenty of room in the main bar area for people who wished to bring their own food to the event.

On the bar counter in baskets were various favors which had been printed with the bar’s name and logo, free for people to take (though limited to one per person - Rep knew there had to be other kleptos on the island). They were for the most part useful, a basket respectively of logo-bearing matches, flashlights and bottle openers.

THE BAR HAS WARDS ACTIVE, NO WEAPON SUMMONING IS PERMITTED INSIDE.








Roll 1d10 three times, this is your three darts to throw at the board per round. It can be in the same thread or different ones.

Match your numbers to the pink numbers on the board then check the corresponding white numbers at the edge. This is your score.

If you get two of the same numbers in a row you get a bullseye! This counts for 25 points in place of the second number.

If you get the max total score, you win, grats!




Apparently someone managed to scrounge up an old jukebox and pay someone to runic mod its power supply. It is stocked with a large range of music ranging from contemporary to obscure dubstep and some more traditional oldies. It inexplicably had Lady GaGa's entire discography.


To begin with the bar area itself is cordoned off with a ribbon, inaccessible until after the wedding event itself

Entering the bar in a tiny white dress and fancied up hair, America opened her mouth to call out a greeting, but something caught the girl's attention first. Setting down the large, prettily wrapped box she'd brought, the girl was soon running to and fro in the background, tweaking and fixing things.

There had been an invitation to stop by the bar ‘when it was open’ at the meeting for his division, so he’d taken that a bit to heart. It wasn’t hard to hear the whispers about a wedding either, but he had no gift, and as far as he knew no means of getting one on such short notice…except.

Well… a little last minute offering for future redemption would have to do, and perhaps it’d pave the way for working with the man.

Now he just had to find him. He dressed up as best he could with what he had, which didn’t make his clothing terribly magnificent, and only his shirt was white but he tried…alright?

Cee was never one to miss the social event of the season (or not go somewhere with liquor and Lady Gaga). She was wearing something short and tight, a bandage dress, but she'd accented with a blue boa and had even painted a swan on her nails. The latter details were obvious nods to her Blue Kingdom past and she felt it only proper for a royal wedding.

"Waat uuuup." She hooted to the small group, waving her boa at them all.

It seemed probable that at least some people would expect Jordan to be elsewhere today; he'd thought about it, because being here was a kind of masochism, but he'd decided, after all, that he would regret not attending more. He'd left his coat in his room, wore nondescript clothes, jeans and a light hoodie with the hood up. He left an envelope on the table with the gifts and withdrew quietly to a booth, sitting in the corner and pretending to pay attention to his phone. He couldn't expect not to be noticed at all, but hopefully people wouldn't be weird about it, wouldn't ask awkward questions.

He wouldn't stay long. He had leave marked for the night, and the backpack under the table had a change of clothes and his latest civilian ID, so that he could go straight to the lighthouse when he left.

Tracey was also hanging around the bar that day, dressed in his full ceremonial armour, which was as formal as the fallen angel got. In demeanor he was one hundred percent more relaxed than B0nez, doing nothing particularly useful, keeping well out of the way of technology - which he absolutely hated - and observing people dropping off gifts at the table from his perch on a bar stool. He gave everyone a nod of thanks, impressed with the variety of shapes and sizes.

When Jordan dropped off his envelope, he got a very long, unreadable stare and a bristle of wing feathers. Tracey was angry at Rep but he was also pretty damn angry at Jordan as well. He'd been counting on fight, on keeping Ferros and Jordan both, but it hadn't worked out. At the very least he was glad both of them were here, though being Tracey, he would never actually admit it. Cee got a wave of long claws, he looked a lot different than blue kingdom, in this world sporting ten fingers on each taloned hand, but he remembered the huntress from that world.

Occasionally he would check on B0nez to make sure nothing was broken, on fire or both or simply to harass the ghost boil and make fun of how uncomfortable he was but for the most part he was just delighted to be out and about and couldn't be his usual levels of crotchety.

Rep was in and out of the bar that morning, apparently trying to avoid Harrison for some superstitious reason only he was aware of. When he showed up however he was dressed in a full kilt, sporran and general national dress. Someone had also apparently helped him dye tiger stripes in his hair and comb it and around his neck on a strap that was half choker half collar hung a positively enormous table cut sapphire - at least an artifact which looked like one. All in all he looked tidier than he had ever looked and was hovering somewhere between bouncing off the walls excited and having a complete anxious meltdown.

"Hey guys." he said with a grin, waving to the people who'd shown up - and impressed they had - he'd been expecting no one to come because of all the s**t he'd said on twitter over the years. The fact people even had delighted him immensely. "Thanks for the gifts so far and you are all looking ******** fabulous." And it was a sign of how nervous he was that he hadn't checked himself from using a word as flamboyant as fabulous.

"We'll get started in a bit, just need to sort some s**t out." He gestured at America. "And you can thank this lovely lady here for a hell of a lot of the decorations, it wouldn't be half as gorgeous in here without her."

Roland had simply nodded back at Tracey during the gift drop off, and grinned only a bit when Rep complimented everyone wandering around. He'd broken out a sweater from Nevada, not a heavy one, but a light grey one that was far more formal then the t-shirts, jeans, and hunter coats they all usually sported.

The thing that caught his eye was Jordan though, the tweet inviting everyone had made things... a bit odd. Moving to the booth he took a spot leaning on the outside edge across from Jordan.

"Hey... I um, I have something for you in my room, I bought a bundle of three a while back when I first heard about this. It's still yours. Big skull full of really nice vodka." He even held his hands up to give a sort of vague gesture of how big it was.

There was a slight pause, awkwardness filling it, "Been busy lately?"