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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 4:12 am
A bar. Because every RP needs a bar.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 11:51 am
Specifically, every rp needs Corellia's bar. mrgreen heart It's a fun place, so feel free to come and get drunk with me! Oh, wait, can't drink with the customers. H***, who cares, it's my bar! If I wanna get drunk, who's to say I can't?
Anyway, here's my bar:
It's a brownstone two-story with a hanging wooden sign. The sign doesn't really say anything, 'cause I don't figure y'all are literate, but it's got a picture on it of a winged hamster, in honor of my poor dead pet from long ago, Hamster. You find my bar by asking around for the Sign of the Winged Hamster. What, you expected creativity? That too complicated for most folks as wanna get drunk, and I like it fine that way, too.
The door's just that heavy oak stuff that doesn't burn too fast, but posted next to it's a real Notice that says I've a right to the place an' it's my house, too. Lately I've been putting up this other Notice with it, from me, and here's what it says:
If ye come seeking b rains
entern not
If ye come seeking blood
enter not
For this is a House of
whiskey an ale
Of fine food and hardly ,
and many a tall tale
And we will not put up wi
your rot.
I know I made a few mistakes, but paint's paint and don't change so easily as chalk does. And that's as creative as I get, is posting Notices. So no zombies or biting creatures, hear? I thought maybe calling it a House would warn them off, and saying no brains in an alehouse for 'em as to eat. See, I've been around here a long time, way back so I remember them fence climbers who went in that graveyard and didn't come up and out again, and the screams and moans, and I'm thinkin' it was spooks, which is why I don't want them in my bar. We'll see if they come anyhow, but I hope not.
Inside my place you're gonna find a bar. It's exactly like every other bar you've ever been in, except it's mine. So if you go breaking things now, you're gonna buy, get me? And no wasting the good ale. The cheap stuff I don't mind so much 'cause it hardly burns, but I don't want my place smellin' like smoke. I'm behind the counter, and you want something you just come up an ask. I'll let you keep a tab, but when I get starving I'm calling it in, so be ready on it. I got meals, too, but I'm not always the cook so I don't guarentee it's gonna sit well wi ye. You are a'not going up the stairs in back. That's my place. Savvy?
An no, I'm not a pirate, but I met one once, an he said that, an I thought it was clever, so I picked up saying it, too. Yes, I'm drunk. Why? Oh, yeah.
I'm Corellia. I drink too. Be ready for tha'--you kin tell 'cause me speek start gettin' weir--*falls down* Duhhh. Ouch. Y'all shouldn't try that, too, ho'kay? S'bad fer you...s. Heh.
Then, also, that king fella' came and said me an'to put up this othe note for y'all to see, liken' as if ye can read, so Here It Is:
Recruiting.
For an expedition to the high mountains, north of camelot.
Needed: gifted men and women with some fighting skill.
Will pay: 10 gold each, plus a share of whatever we find.
A:R
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:59 pm
Minerva walked in the bar, her cloak covered the slight limp in her left leg. It had never healed right, but she was lucky enough not to have lost it back in the war. "Get me something strong, maybe something sour." She said before sitting down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 8:31 pm
"Sour Jack, comin' up," Corellia called. She pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's, a lemon, half a lime, and an unmarked flask of something green and began to mix. "Hm, gonna need more o' this 'un," she remarked to herself over the green stuff.
She took the result over to Minerva. "That'll be three com-pence, ya' don't mind."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 8:51 pm
Minerva tossed the coins across the counter. "Thanks, I'll be needing one last drink before death." She tipped the glass at Corellia before taking a drink, her lips puckered but it hit the spot perfectly. "So think well of the king, do you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:11 pm
"Silly question," Corellia replied, not answering it. She wiped out a glass.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:07 am
Ghost walks into the bar in an unorthodox fashion. He enters through the wall behind the bar then goes through the bar and sits down on one of the stools while whistling the entire time. "I need two shots of jack four shots of Vodka and ten shots of Tequila and um.." thinks to himself for a moment. "Yeah that should do for now..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 3:39 pm
"I'm running outta Tequila, Ghost. You gonna pay yer tab?" Still, she started preparing the other shots. For customers like Ghost, she kept an extra twenty shotglasses.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 7:45 pm
"Why yes I am!" he pulls out a bag of money and sets it on the bar. "Um make the Tequila Southern Comfort then, please"
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:40 pm
Corellia snorted. "Now that I don't keep. SoCo's swill, boy. You get real stuff." She swept his bag of money off the bar and replaced it with his shots, including what she called 'real stuff.'
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:54 pm
((hey SoCo is good especially mixed tieh DP it tastes like cotton candy...))
"Awe but I wanted SoCo..." Ghost starts to wine till she places all the shots infront of him and his quickly forgets what he was gonna complain about... He starts drinking them in the exact order he ordered 'em in
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 7:48 am
"I'm tellin' ye, it's swill. You're gonna realize that one day, mark my words," she says, wagging a finger at him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 11:05 am
Ghost isn't paying attention as he takes shot after shot till he is finished... "Ok I'm done with that..." He is feeling buzzed at the moment "giveme... a full bottle of... um... whatever that real stuff was yeah"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 11:48 am
"Nope." Corellia made sure all the other alchohol was out of Ghost's reach. "Two Jack, four Russian, and ten real teq? That's gonna hit you in about three secs, and I'm not pourin' til you know what's straight. Soup'uh no, 'm not killin' ye in a Hamster pot."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 3:37 pm
"Pfft I cans hanl it I ain't nu litwieght" Ghost says suddenly feeling pretty drunk. "pur me tha stinking drinks"
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