Adventuring through a wacky Wonderland was thirsty work! A large part of exploring is going through unknown territory, so SCIENCE wasn't at all surprised to see she had no idea where she was. Was she still in the Tulgey Woods even?
She was surprised when a building loomed out at her from the mist. From what she'd seen, SCIENCE figured that anything in this world that didn't want to be found, wouldn't. So, she concluded that she was free to enter this strange building.
There was a large creature at a counter, busily slinging glasses at other strange creatures. SCIENCE walked over and stared up at the creature curiously, until it blew an impressive raspberry through its large mustache and glared back at her.
"Welcome to the Tavern, A place where one can think, One memory's required, One memory for one drink, But if you keep on staring, I'll pour it down the sink!"
SCIENCE was suitably impressed, and clapped politely. She was thirsty. But how was she to just remember something? Could it be anything? Like remembering to do the laundry?
Actually, she hadn't done her laundry recently, she recalled, thinking of the hamper in her dorm. And thinking of her dorm room reminded SCIENCE of the first time she'd set foot in it.
"This is all for me?" she asked, astonished at the size of the cave-like room.
"Yes, it is. Some fool managed to blast a hole through the wall during renovations, and, as you can see, the swamp took over half the room." the gnome helping her with her luggage explained, as he dragged her trunk over to the bed, and dropped it with a thud.
"If you happen to find the idiot in that murk, could you return the bones to the janitor's closet? Thanks." he asked, gesturing to the deep, water-filled rift in the floor as he headed back out the door.
"Sure thing!" the Skark replied grinning, as she took a running jump, fully clothed, into the water. "Yeeeeee!"
SCIENCE found herself holding a small token. She blinked at it, then held it out to the bartender. He took it, bit it (which impaled the token on one tusk), and, satisfied, handed her a glass filled with a bright, golden liquid.
"Thanks!" she said, and scurried over with her drink to an unoccupied booth on the wall. Neatly seated, she took a test sip. Mmmmmm!
MY STATS
My character's username: SCIENCE My character's level: Level 9 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Small, grey-skinned, single eyed, and incredibly energetic. This little Hatter can often be seen keeping a grip on her hat as she runs from place to place. Character journal:Link!
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 8:49 pm
She too had run across the rather large, older looking building and wondered if indeed this was perhaps a place to eat or get a drink. After climbing, battling and roaming quite a lot she was quite ready to sit down and relax a little. As she drew closer, her ears shifted to the sound of the drunken singing clams by the mailbox. Though she didnt stop, she was highly amused and continued her way into the establishment.
The air was thick with some sort of smoke, but it didnt seem to bother her. Maybe, it wasnt real at all. She quietly went up and ordered a drink, her words and tone low so no other could really hear her. She blended into the dark aspect of the tavern fairly well with her face hidden by her wide brimmed hat, one eye covered by a black patch, and most of her body was still covered by a long black coat.
The only thing that really made her stood out was her short, but bulky, muscular form, and if not for her beast-like feet and tail, she might almost look like a large dwarf.
She easily took a seat almost across from Canon but at another table. She slunk back in her chair, covering her face more with her hat before taking a deep drink.
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My character's username: ZombieKitten My character's level: 10 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character:Zombie stands about 5'3, a short build but muscled and stocky. Her one uncovered eye glows faintly with a black slit down the middle like that of a feline or dragon. Her clothing is that of the 'Gryphon', and at most the look on her face is that which would be quite unapproachable. The broad rimmed hat she wears, easily hides her face.
Having made his way out of Tulgey Woods, Clash was, nonetheless, feeling a little bit like he needed to get a better handle on his surroundings. After wandering for some time, he came across an older looking building, and, with a small shrug, decided to venture inside. Making his way up to the bar (there was no way the building's outside was large enough to really accommodate that many tables...right?? With a self-directed mental shrug, he decided not to dwell on that...), where the bartender gave him a distinctly bored look, motioning at the menu, posted in difficult-to-read writing (with more curliness than any writing should possess!).
...how did one pay for a drink with a memory, anyway?
Looking through the list, his easier to recall memories didn't seem to correspond to any that he cared to try--and he was rarely angry or frightened, since he tended to try to live for the moment, and take things as they came, good or bad-and fright usually stemmed from a disconnect with how to respond to a situation, in his experience, or from a discomfort with the unknown...of course, there was one frightful memory, he could think of...
Looking at the list, perhaps because it was still somewhat fresh, with his return from the outer territories, he couldn't help but remember the day he'd first heard the whispers of the massacre, for lack of any other appropriate term. It had been the singularly most horrifying moment of his life, the realization that it was real, and that he was unable to find out anytime soon just how many had been lost...and how many of those were family and friends. The anger had come later, but first and foremost had been fright...no, really, outright terror..
The small clink of a token hitting the bar jolted him from his unpleasant musings, and he shoved the memory away, where he didn't have to deal with it. He'd done his grieving, as it were.
Accepting the dark mead, he couldn't help but admire its foaminess, and the appearance...he wasn't sure it looked like it should be consumed, but when in Rome, right? Accepting the mug with an inclination of his head, and a murmured "Thank you", Clash made his way to a free table, Just off to the side of the two tables that SCIENCE and ZombieKitten were currently occupying, nodding slightly as he passed other patrons along the way. Sliding into the empty seat, he looked around curiously, taking in the smokiness, and the comfortable sense of wear that the bar seemed to radiate.
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My character's username: Clash My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Bronzed, with tan skin, and a slim (almost androgynously so) build, and green eyes. Tattoos extend from his right wrist all the way up to his shoulder, and then onto his upper chest, and down along his right side. He also has tattoos extending up his entire left leg, and two simple bands on his left wrist. A small pair of dusty-brown wings, and messy cinnamon-colored hair complete the look. Clash wears White Rabbit armour in shades of brown and gold.
SCIENCE licked froth off her lips, and noticed that two new players had chosen seats near her own. Their outfits were nothing like hers. SCIENCE assumed that, since she had seen others dressed like her, these must be different types of players? This world was very interesting, but it was tough trying to figure out the rules. Maybe there weren't any?
SCIENCE tested this by trying to phase her hand through the table. All she managed was a loud 'BANG'. Okay, so there were some basic rules.
"Hey!" the table exclaimed. It harrumphed at the Hatter, picked itself up. and walked off into the depths of the Tavern. The chairs were apparently its friends, since the one SCIENCE was sitting on pitched her off, and scrambled after it. SCIENCE managed to keep her drink from spilling and watched the furniture disappear.
"Very interesting rules!" she exclaimed brightly. She threw a punch at the player dressed as a Pirate, intentionally missing, and then amiably sat opposite her at the table.
"Well met!" she said cheerfully, and took another swig of her mead.
MY STATS
My character's username: SCIENCE My character's level: Level 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: The Tavern Small IC description of character: Small, grey-skinned, single eyed, and incredibly energetic. This little Hatter can often be seen keeping a grip on her hat as she runs from place to place. Character journal:Link!
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Vashtya
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 8:48 am
WHAM!
Her eyes darted to the side just in time to see the girl just across the way smack the hell outta one of the tables. If that wasn't surprising enough, the entire set of table and chair then proceeded to run off. W.t.f. For a moment she looked down to her own table, eyeing it suspiciously.
Before she was able to poke the table with with a clawed toe, she caught out of the corner of her eye something incoming close to her. Too close. Her muscles tensed and she would have sprang up and attempted to catch that 'punch' in midair had she not been preoccupied with the chance this table was a living thing under her.
When the other girl came and merely sat next to her, she eased a bit. Her nerves were a little frazzled from a previous encounter earlier in the day so at the moment all she did was take a big drink for responding. Her clawed hand flexed hard almost digging into the table was the only indication she was a little off guard.
"Morning....or evening...I dont think I can tell here which the difference is yet," she responded. "Please just dont abuse this table. I rather prefer it right where it is."
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My character's username: ZombieKitten My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character:Zombie stands about 5'3, a short build but muscled and stocky. Her one uncovered eye glows faintly with a black slit down the middle like that of a feline or dragon. Her clothing is that of the 'Gryphon', and at most the look on her face is that which would be quite unapproachable. The broad rimmed hat she wears, easily hides her face.
Now that was unexpected! Clash's eyes widened slightly as one of the other patrons' table just...got up and left, with an air of offended dignity. Picking up his own mead, he watched his own table warily, wondering just how many of the tables took offense in the course of business, and had the potential of making off with one's drink.
Seated so close to the pair now sharing a table, he couldn't help but overhear the shorter one comment on not being able to tell if it was morning or evening--maybe that meant they were still figuring out the rules of this place, too?
Sliding out of his chair, he stepped next to their table, with a small smile "Mind if I join you two? I couldn't help but overhear a little bit, and wondered if you both might be trying to figure this place out, as well." He said, waiting politely next to an empty seat.
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My character's username: Clash My character's level: 2 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Bronzed, with tan skin, and a slim (almost androgynously so) build, and green eyes. Tattoos extend from his right wrist all the way up to his shoulder, and then onto his upper chest, and down along his right side. He also has tattoos extending up his entire left leg, and two simple bands on his left wrist. A small pair of dusty-brown wings, and messy cinnamon-colored hair complete the look. Clash wears White Rabbit armour in shades of brown and gold.
"Only hit tables if you want them to go away." SCIENCE agreed, keeping her hands around her flagon.
With her hands pre-occupied, she had to use her tail to greet the newcomer. It swiped at him, missing completely, and then gestured to the chair.
"Well met! Please do!" she invited. "I am SCIENCE, and I am interested in researching this place. Especially since I can't seem to find the way back to where I came from. So far, the results have been inconclusive. Have either of you found any data?"
MY STATS
My character's username: SCIENCE My character's level: Level 12 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Small, grey-skinned, single eyed, and incredibly energetic. This little Hatter can often be seen keeping a grip on her hat as she runs from place to place. Character journal:Link!
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Vastya
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:22 pm
She was suddenly surrounded by two others, and though she hadnt really said a word, for now, she would roll with the punches. No pun intended. She continued to take a drink, or two... or three, and let the others talk. Once the others seemed to have introduced themselves a little, she finally joined the conversation a little. She looked to the one with the big massive eye, tho she kept her own face shadowed with her hat.
"You think this is some sort of science experiment?... The name's Zombie," she nodded. Maybe it was the mead but the girl talking was more confusing than anything else she had encountered in this place.
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My character's username: ZombieKitten My character's level: 12 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character:Zombie stands about 5'3, a short build but muscled and stocky. Her one uncovered eye glows faintly with a black slit down the middle like that of a feline or dragon. Her clothing is that of the 'Gryphon', and at most the look on her face is that which would be quite unapproachable. The broad rimmed hat she wears, easily hides her face.
Sliding easily into the chair, Clash took another sip of his mead. It really was pretty good. "I'm Clash." He said, nodding a brisk greeting. Making himself comfortable, he propped one booted foot on the rung of his chair as he shifted slightly.
Curling both hands around the mug, he leaned forward. "So far, aside from talking trees and a creature that tried to eat me..and the fact that certain death does not, actually, mean permanent death." Deciding that he really didn't care to explain that particular bit of information, if the other two had yet to experience it, he cleared his throat.
Leaning back in his chair, he looked thoughtful. "If it's a science experiment, though, it's an odd one." Tilting back ever so slightly, he took another drink. "And, what would the point of this sort of experiment be, anyway?" His tone was respectful, and polite...although he privately wondered if the one-eyed female's name wasn't an indication of a bias to seeing everything as a potential 'experiment'...whether conducted by herself, or by another. "I mean, the scope of what one would have to be able to watch, for it to be a closely monitored one...seems difficult for me to even try to figure out."
Looking up from his mug, he looked from Zombie to SCIENCE, feeling as though he had perhaps rambled excessively...
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My character's username: Clash My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Bronzed, with tan skin, and a slim (almost androgynously so) build, and green eyes. Tattoos extend from his right wrist all the way up to his shoulder, and then onto his upper chest, and down along his right side. He also has tattoos extending up his entire left leg, and two simple bands on his left wrist. A small pair of dusty-brown wings, and messy cinnamon-colored hair complete the look. Clash wears White Rabbit armour in shades of brown and gold.
