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| Nightclub Crazy; Crazy is the only thing allowed! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 26 2004, 03:19 AM (2,447 Views) | |
| FideiDefensor | Sep 22 2004, 01:26 PM Post #151 |
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curioser and curioser...
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"Thankyou herc, that's ...out of this world" She contemplates the worth of flattery when dealing with Politicians. |
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| Jack_Tarr | Sep 22 2004, 01:37 PM Post #152 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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***Looks at the gorgeous woman in front of him and looks back inside the club then looks again at "Liv". There's no way you can handle that boat by yourself, but I will be happy to Captain her for you. Antideluvia can most certainly handle things here as there has been no excitement of any kind in days. *** Hands Liv back the note unread. You want my help and you shall have it
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| j delight | Sep 22 2004, 02:02 PM Post #153 |
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Well, JT, I'm not exactly alone... *eyes the cab waiting at the curb* And I won't need to take the boat anywhere just yet. *hears the clicking of cameras* Oh... NO! JT, just meet us at the docks in an hour OK? *blows a kiss and dives into the cab just as a microphone is shoved towards her and a frantic reporter bellows...* Ms Delight! Ms Delight! Are the rumors true that .... ?!?!?! <SLAM!> goes the door and Willie and Kay hang onto each other as their cab careens into the night, immediate destination unknown* ![]() CONTINUED HERE... |
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| Oauysydafon | Sep 22 2004, 02:51 PM Post #154 |
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Yes!
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*Stumbles into bar...literally* Ouch...Now bartender, I'm not as think as you drunk I am, but I'm working on it. How's about an Irish car bomb? *Sits in seat at the bar and rubs hands together in antici...say it...Say It!...pation* to all you Rocky Horror fans out there.
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| Herculeum | Sep 22 2004, 04:19 PM Post #155 |
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*tosses a ticking briefcase up on the bar* *heads quickly for the door* When the timer reaches zero (and the patrons are all in various stages of coronary arrest), the briefcase opens. Inside is the requested drink. *enters through the back and takes place behind bar* |
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| FideiDefensor | Sep 22 2004, 04:21 PM Post #156 |
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curioser and curioser...
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:lol: Incredible. Pure genius. And it looks darn tasty. |
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| Pfft-Utopia | Sep 22 2004, 04:22 PM Post #157 |
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Pfft
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The heavy front door swings open; thrusting in a much-needed dose of cool, fresh, nighttime air into the club’s stuffy atmosphere. [Zoom to feet] A set of beat up heavy boots clomp the floor in a straight path towards the bar. White puffs of dust kick out from the bottom of unkempt, worn-out, rolled up jeans. [Pan out from 1/3 back of subject] The weary wanderer stops in front of the bar, scratches at his five o’clock shadowed chin, and gazes appraisingly at the panoply of bottles that are lined up behind the bar; attentive sentinels unwittingly awaiting their fate. Clad in a thick black and weathered leather jacket, he bends down slightly and rests a beat-up old guitar case upon the club’s filth covered floor, his eyes never leaving their mark. The array of windswept decals on the guitar case hint at the drifter’s many travels – this guy’s been around the block. “Triple chocolate milk, with a honey tea chaser;” he finally barks out, “make it snappy, and keep ‘em comin’, you hear!” |
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| Oauysydafon | Sep 22 2004, 04:22 PM Post #158 |
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Yes!
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Magnificent!
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| FideiDefensor | Sep 22 2004, 04:30 PM Post #159 |
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curioser and curioser...
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eyes up the new entry, his guitar case, his jacket...hmm, he looks like the kinda guy a girl could get along with...and tea? "I'll haveone of those tea chasers to, Herc darlin', put it and this fine gentleman's on my tab." She addresses the face towards the north of the boots. "care to join me, hun?" |
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| Herculeum | Sep 22 2004, 07:04 PM Post #160 |
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Triple Chocolate? Does this guy know we only use the finest Fudgetopian stuff? *makes the requested chocolate milk, using heavy gloves and a gas mask* *struggles to lift the glass, eventually setting it down with a heavy THUD* *the honey teas follow quickly* *checks the location of the louisville slugger. Many a fine man has become....rowdy after some of that. :none: * |
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| Jack_Tarr | Sep 22 2004, 08:11 PM Post #161 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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*** walks back into the club, looks around and smiles approvingly at the well behaved crowd. goes to the end of the bar. Hey Herc! looks like its gonna be an OK nite here. Pour me a Horni Tequila straight up will yuh? I gotta figure out where I'm gonna sleep tonight.
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| PapaC | Sep 23 2004, 03:06 AM Post #162 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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Jack sinks the tequila in one and Herc pours him another. A sepulchral voice reverberates through Jack's head. Nobody else appears to hear it - they all just carry on as normal. Jack shakes his head to clear it, but there it goes again ... All yours Jack. No charge. By the way, access to the hotel is through the main entrance to the World Institute for Badger Affairs in the Market Street area. Any reasonably competent cabbie should know where it is. Enjoy. (Unless you have other plans???) You can turn off the mini tranceiver now - that look on your face when the voice came through was wonderful. Jack turns off the tranceiver but wonders what kind of technology could have let PC and JD ... oops ... Willie and Kay ... see the look on his face. |
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| Jack_Tarr | Sep 23 2004, 08:02 AM Post #163 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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HEY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I figured out where I am going to live till my schooner is recoverd!! Does anyone know how to get to the Sett Hotel in the Badger Agency?? Can someone tell me what kind of place it is?? Will the rooms be big enough for an after hours party?? ***Shakes his head side to side and up and down hoping the "voices" will come back and tell him where to find a 100# bag of $100 bills :wacko: |
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| PapaC | Sep 23 2004, 08:45 AM Post #164 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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A strange looking individual saunters up to Jack, sticks his little finger in Jack's right ear, then disappears as suddenly as he had arrived. "What?" "Who was that??" "Anyone there???" says Jack, practising hard for the "Questions Only" thread. Jack ... Come in Jack ... Jack - are you awake? ... JACK!!! The voice is back. I believe you have a few questions. Jack takes a deep breath. "Is that you Willie? How's Kay??" Yes and fine in that order. Over and out. "No, wait," says Jack. "Can you tell me how to get to the hotel? Can you tell me what kind of place it is?? Will the rooms be big enough for an after hours party??? Can you tell me where to find a bag of $100 bills????" OK. First of all, stop that strange habit of numbering your questions with the number of question marks on the end of them. Now then ... Catch this cab to the hotel --> Cab to The Sett Hotel It's a fantastic place. Have a look through the Institute and you'll find some brochures and stuff You have the best suite in the place. It's the penthouse suite and it takes up the whole floor. There's a fully stocked minibar. When I say minibar what I really mean is a 20 foot square side room fitted out with a full bar, shelves, optics, coolers, pumps and so on. Big enough? I should say so. Bag of bills? As well as the gold? Come on ... And don't forget to switch the tranceiver off again, otherwise we can hear everything you say and do. Just stick your finger in your ear. |
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| Eastwales | Sep 23 2004, 11:42 AM Post #165 |
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0......Quack!!
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*Wanders in clutching a voucher as if it were a gold ticket to Willy Wonkas chocolate factory* Hey Herc I've got me a voucher from Starcra for free drinks, gave it to me on the RB. Doesn't say for how many so I guess I'm set for the night! Can I get a cold Guinness for starters, cheers mate! Oh yeah Liarg has one too, so expect to see him pretty soon. *Settles himself at the end of the bar and surveys the room* |
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| Liarg | Sep 23 2004, 11:46 AM Post #166 |
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East of Gilead
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Follows Eastwales in and sits at the bar. Hey Herc, I got me one of them there vouchers too-points over at Ew's coupon. How about another Hurricane... Turns to Eastwales-mighty quiet around here without Starcra, but he's sure givin'em hell on the RMB isn't he??? |
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| Eastwales | Sep 23 2004, 11:48 AM Post #167 |
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0......Quack!!
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Too quiet I'd say! He's sure trying to whip 'em into shape! *Finishes his Guiness* Hey Herc, how about a refill? |
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| TOOL a HOO | Sep 23 2004, 01:12 PM Post #168 |
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Hey, while your at it, herc, another Southern Comfort, rocks please! Thnx |
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| Jack_Tarr | Sep 23 2004, 02:31 PM Post #169 |
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Exhaulted Master - Dominion of Darryayah
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***shoves his finger in his ear and feels a tiny switch a little "click" and the buzzing sound stops. Looks at the clock and realizes his shift is over. Walks up to the bar..."Hey Herc, A round for the house on me my good fellow!" ***tosses a gold piece on the bar. "That should more than cover it and keep the change." ***downs his shot of Horni Tequila, looks around and notices Parrrrtay is nowhere to be found, shrugs and heads for the door.. "I'm off to the Setts Hotel mates. I'll see you all in the morrow. Fare the well." |
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| Herculeum | Sep 23 2004, 02:56 PM Post #170 |
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*blazes through the orders, mixing pouring and serving in the blink of an eye* Hmmmm, never seen one of these vouchers before. Where did he give it to you? |
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| Liarg | Sep 23 2004, 03:17 PM Post #171 |
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East of Gilead
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He gave them to us on the Regional Message board earlier today. Was feeling a bit lonely, I think. |
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| Pfft-Utopia | Sep 23 2004, 03:51 PM Post #172 |
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Pfft
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His deep dark eyes converge upon his benefactor’s with an air of tantalizing mystery and danger. Holding her gaze intensely, the corners of his lips offer a reassuring grin. “Mightily obliged!” the stranger responds, nodding a long and slow appreciation. He scans the room with a quick apprehensive eye. It roams but for a moment, but his momentary uneasiness fails to go unnoticed. Seemingly relieved, his look trails back to his new acquaintance’s feet, and slowly trails up her body admiringly; perhaps a little too brazenly. He flashes a full-teethed smile as an apology - or was that in appreciation? The wanderer sucks in a breath through puckered lips, grabs his chocolate milk, and downs the thick mocha liquid in one swift movement. “AAAaaaaHHHH!” he winces through the ultra sweet and bitter assault on his taste buds. “That is one strong chocolate milk,” he announces to the bartender. “I like!” he adds after wiping the chocolate moustache from his upper lip with the back of his hand. He proceeds to sip his honey tea chaser, savouring its syrupy delight. He closes his eyes as the sugary elixir covers his tongue. “Mmmmmmm,” he sways reverently. Waking from his momentary dream, the outsider unzips his jacket, and runs a hand through his tangled hair. He motions to the bar hand for another. “They tell me this is where all the loonies hang out,” he asks the woman at his side, “any truth to this rumour?” |
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| FideiDefensor | Sep 23 2004, 04:11 PM Post #173 |
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curioser and curioser...
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"Loonies? I suppose there are a few." she says, sipping her tea quietly, watching the handsome young man closely. "You get used to it after a while, or become one of them, either way... So what's your story? Not seen you around these parts much, and I do know these parts." following his lead, she undoes the clasp of her cloak and slings it over the chair, revealing a long, black, low cut dress. Her hand rests on the deep, rich fabric for a moment, and a smile flits across her face. |
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| TOOL a HOO | Sep 23 2004, 04:38 PM Post #174 |
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Hey Fidei, your looking bubbly. LOL |
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| Oauysydafon | Sep 23 2004, 04:39 PM Post #175 |
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Yes!
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*Props feet up on the end of the bar, as after that drink, he needs a moment to recover. Reaches for the Sports page* Hmm...looks like the badger racing could be interesting this weekend. Hey barkeep, any tips? *Slides an extra ten across the counter and winks* |
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