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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 8:27 am
"Well, if you really can't handle your drink as well as some of my costomers, here's your whisky." (Handing over some deftly poured whisky of course) "But as compensation for such a bad reaction you can have drinks on the house tonight. Alos, perhaps I could offer you any advice for you seem to need it in some affair?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 5:07 pm
A hunched over man, with combed, yet frazzled light brown hair wanders in, muttering to himself and looking over his shoulder every six seconds, as if expecting something to pop out and attack him. "Brandy, please." he says, as he walks up to the bar.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:15 am
OOC: I'd say that the brandy should be attacking him
"Of course sir, and that'll be 2d." He tosses down a glass and throws the brandy into it.
"My, it seems that people are feeling rather troubled lately. It is always worrying when one fails to realise that he should be worried"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 11:03 am
"wuzzat?" he shouts, as his eyes widen beneath his goggles, as he drops the 2 pence he was about to hand to the bartender. "s-sorry 'bout that..." he mutters as he picks up the two pence and hands them over, then slowly starts to sip at his brandy.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:47 pm
seems you'd be used to this by now My friend you do live on a floating city of outcast inventors. A temparmental lot we can be at times." smiles some to the bartender and the new comer. Well my worries at least are superficial, just lack of progress on a project I've been working on for some time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:05 pm
Myles walks up to the bar and looks about for the barkeep.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 8:41 pm
Alex opened the door and stepped in quickly, smiling sheepishly as he normally did when he was in a cheerful mood. He looked rather young for a mechanic, and he was more or less covered from head to toe in dirt and grime. His clothes were simple, and appeared to be quite tattered, but still had a bit of color to them. After closing the door behind him, he began walking forewards. "Greetings everyone! Nice day we're-". Before finishing his sentance, he tripped over his own feet and landed face first against the floor. "Oh nuts and bolts...." he grumbled.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 2:50 am
"Now most people prefer to leave such acts until after they;ve had a few drinks..."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:14 am
Myles sees the barkeep, approaches, and says, "I need a bottle of high-proof anything. Fuel grade."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 11:22 pm
A figure which could be a man or could be a woman enters. One may think, upon inspection, that this one vaguely resembles some sort of bespeckled humanoid dandelion. With goggles, no less, carefully rested on top of a chaotic mass of black hair. Though they dress in the clothing of a young gentlemen, they walk in that self assured sort of way that young ladies with cynical attitudes tend to walk in. Indeed, the shape of the person's face is very feminine in appearance--albiet, filthy with soot. Not very befitting of a young lady at all. They seem to be distracted with a tiny brass sphere, embezzled with many small curves and designs. Dirt and grime cake the grooves of the little thing. They are so distracted by the object at hand that they almost trip over the unfortunate gentleman who took a tumble before introductions. "Whoop! Sorry, ol' toff. Didn't see you there." The voice is unmistakably female. Weird girl. A soot covered, gloved hand reaches down. "'Ere, let me help you up. Can't get soddered from down there, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 5:30 pm
-Enters pub-
" Quite a fine place you have here, sir. Mind if I take a seat at the bar?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:36 pm
Isaac walks along the streets, out and about for some fresher air. He sees a building out of the corner of his eye, then is promptly hit with thirst. Thusly, he strode over to the Rusted Gear/, looked through the window, then went inside.
He looked at the pub and thought it quite nice. Though it was based off many other British pubs, it reminded him a bit of home. As he walked in, passing the tables with various other people seated, he looked at the wall with shelves filled with various different liquids, most looking to be of the intoxicating kind. So, being thirsty and all he walked over.
"Beer, please. American if possible."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 8:18 pm
Yousha stumbles into the humble rusted gear, unaware of the people around him as his attention fixated on a small brass cube puzzle in his hands, he sat at the bar and fidgeted with it devotedly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 9:18 am
walking in he says beer; german if possible. sits at bar
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