The Chit Chat Pub, A place to just hang out

[Raven]

feathers ruffled by the fools off key out of time bumbling, the bird scowls stomps his bird foot a little harder and changes from jig to sea shanty clearing his throat he belts out "the diamond is the ship me lads......"

[Perkeo]

Perkeo gets into his pack and pulls out his small traveling bodhran and starts keeping time with the singing.

"Now there is a song I can get into!"

[sisterknight]

"do you mind if i join in? maybe that fool will find his notes to blend with the rest?" sisterknight winks at the antics of the old bird at the bar

[leenie]

Hearing the music of one of her favorite sea shanties,,,Leenie stumbles into the pub, while trying to get her eyes adjusted to the dim light. "What an interesting group of people" , she whispers to herself.

[pretentiouswombat]

Wombats being nocturnal, this is definitely the time of day for one to begin hunting around for some excitement. Nudging open the door to the pub with her nose, she waddles in, sniffs the enticing aroma coming from a small puddle on the floor, and tastes it. "OOOH, this is yummy! And I hear music, too. Methinks this is a good place for wombats. As long as those dancing folks don't stomp on me, that is."

[sisterknight]

taking a breather for a swig of her whiskey sisternight notices the two new comers making their way to the bar" welcome friends, either of you play??"

[pretentiouswombat]

Er, well, with these claws it be pretty tough fer us wombats to play any sort of musical instrument except the washboard. But I can sing and whistle along to most anything. And watch out when we get to dancing - forget old Flatley with the taps on his shoes! I can clickety-clack with the best of them.

[The Wizard of BC]

The door of the pub swings aside noislessly followed by a thin mist that spreads across the floor.
A dark figure, tall, and draped in a black traveling cloak glides into the room. Upon his head is a tall, pointed and battered hat of darkest blue covered with silver star and moon symbols.
As he strides into the room, the slighyest hint of a blue and white kilt can be seen from inside the folds of his cloak. He scans the room with eyes of ice blue and finding an empty booth near the back of the room he moves slowly, with a nod to all in the room, to the booth and takes a seat with his back to the wall.
The comely barmaid who's eyes and smile have followed the swish of his kilt approaches the wizard and leans over the table to take his request.
"A dram of Glenfarclas 20, with a water side" he speaks. His voice has a deep timbre and with his words a feeling of warmth and comfort spreads around the room like waves.
From his sporran he pulls a long churchwarden pipe. Without needing to light it he draws on the stem and clouds of blue smoke form a halo around his head.

"The pipes, I've come to hear the pipes" he states, and to all in the room it seems they can faintly hear a lone piper playing a lament far away in the hills.

[leenie]

Leenie, slides up on the stool next to Sisterknight...".I only play the Irish rhythm bones"she says smiling...."but boy can I play them"... Swiveling around toward the back of the room she scans the booths until her eyes find the tall, dark man in black...she likes the hint of blue she spies under the table.....Turning to Sisterknight she asks, "What do you know about him?" " I feel as if I've met him before"

[The Wizard of BC]

From over 20 feet away in his booth the Wizard in the kilt looks up from his drink and smils. In a soft voice that neverless carries across the room, not over the music but somehow through it, he said "If we had ever met, I'm sure maam, that I would have remembered".

[leenie]

Blushing to the roots of her auburn hair, Leenie didn't know what to say or do. She still felt a connection to the stranger. The sound of pipes playing once again drifted through the pub as an eerie mist wafted beneath the door. A compulsion to dance comes over Leenie as she slides off the stool. She dances as she has never danced before, as if no one were watching.......

[marti64]

Lady Marti stops tuning her guitar and looks up at the strangers..."Where did they come from" she states out loud.

Lady Marti continues to tune her guitar, and hopes silently that she can keep up with the new music that is filling the pub.

[tsargent62]

*There is a loud hum and a thump coming from the roof. Near the fireplace a small cloud of coloured lights fades into view. A shape forms in the cloud and gradually resolves into a small man with a black face showing eyes and no apparent mouth. He is wearing what looks like a green Roman soldier uniform and a ray gun on his belt*

Greetings Earthlings! My name is Marvin and I'm from Mars. Isn't that wonderful? Hmmm?

Things have changed a bit since I was here last. Last time there were a pair of ravens eating ginger nuts at the bar, a large silver dragon in the corner working on a movie script, a small elf sleeping in another corner, a green lady playing the fiddle next to the bar and a beautiful young witch cozied by the fire.

I have been off exploring the galaxy for the better part of 2 years, but I decided to come back to Earth and try find my old friends. And of course to meet some new ones.

[pretentiouswombat]

The wary wombat waddles over behind Leenie, not wanting to trust that the newcomer won't use that funny-looking weapon in his hand.

"You'll protect me if he's a meat-eater, won't you?" She looks up at Leenie with her sad little expression, hoping for reassurance. "After all, I just got here and would hate to think that I'm on this guy's menu for dinner."

Wombat was hoping for some drinking and dancing - not worrying about being turned into stew.

[The Wizard of BC]

Through the cloud of pipesmoke two blue eyes watch the dance in the center of the room.
Afraid that any movement or sound will disturb the dance or destroy the look on the ladys' face the Wizard holds himself as relaxed and unmoving as possible. The only hint of his interest is an increase in smoke from the pipe. The eyes never leave to dancer though. They peer, they admire, they almost smile, but they never waver.

His mind is reeling. He must remember this woman. That dance, that body, it is so familiar to him. From somewhere, long, long ago when he was young and still unbent from the world the Wizard feels he must have known this woman. Those arms, those legs, that almost serpentine twist she just did.
But the face is not known to him. Of that he is certian.

The Wizard knows that patience is the only path open to him. Any show of emotion or interest leaves him vulnerable. There have already been ravens, dragons, and wombats in this pub. Other creatures can disguise their appearances. Creatures of immense power.

This woman emanates pure power. But not a power of evil. Oh no, He knows from long experience that the strongest powers are not those of evil. This power comes from her body. From her luminous skin, from her flowing hair, and from the scent of sweat from her exertions. This is the power that willingly ensnares men's souls

From under his breath, in an almost inaudable sigh he says "Oh Damn"!