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|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 02:36 PM|
| Sort of an RPG for Chit Chat only this is not a game necesarily but more of a way to creativly express who you are and get to know more about your brothers and sisters here at CR.N. This thread is like a chat room in that you should anounce your coming and going so that people know you are actively watching this thread.
Please try to behave in an orderly fashion the bar keep can be quite intolerant at times
(Paul if you feel that this belongs more appropriately in the RPG forum I will not be sorry to see this moved just sorry for the inconvenience )
This is a little different than side track as this cannot be sidetracked as it is not topically based. I would call this a chat thread where the role you play is based on you avatar persona.
So come on in sit down and enjoy your favorite adult beverage with all of your friends from CR.N. Try to be cheerful (we don't want kill joys, hum bugs, rednecks or southsiders mucking up our pub )
Conversations in all languages is not only tolerated but encouraged.
See you in the Pub (how do you say that in Irish Gaelic Danann?)
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 02:38 PM|
|(Raven flutters into the empty pub, hops up onto a stool, orders a full glass of whisky and scowls at the door as he sips whiskey and fires up a cuban cigar while he waits for other patrons to come in)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 02:44 PM|
|Greenldy walks in, finds a table in the back and orders a water (with no lemon) and watches the large raven on the stool at the bar. (hope I did this right...)|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 02:48 PM|
|Raven tips his whisky at Greenlady acknowledging her perfect pub ettiquite by not suddenly approaching a Raven who is sipping whisky and enjoying a cigar in a public gathering place.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 02:50 PM|
|Greenldy acknowledged the large Raven but decided to stay put and not get in the way of a Raven and his whiskey.|
|Posted by: oldraven 10-Jun-2004, 02:54 PM|
| *oldraven enters the pub, shakes the rain from his back, and lets out a great sigh. He rolls his eyes as he notices that pesky Raven was already here. hops over to a stool that's around the right corner of the bar from Raven*
I see you're into my whiskey already. waves at the man, barkeep, I'm up for a stroll in the glen. Let's have a dram of Glenfiddich.
CAW! I mean 'hello' lass. he says as he nods graciously at the green lady.
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 02:55 PM|
|(Raven chuckles and says) So Green Lady (I have to assume that you are green as I am severly red green color blind ) What brings you to the pub this fine afternoon (goes ahead and slugs back a generous portion of his whisky draining glass which he slams down on the bar - then wiping his beak with the back of his wing takes a long pull on his cuban and leans forward expectantly waiting for an answer)|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 02:57 PM|
|(Raven gives Oldie the big hairy eye and croaks out) more whickey barkeep|
|Posted by: Danann 10-Jun-2004, 03:01 PM|
| feicfidh mé ag an teach tábhairne thú! (I'll see you at teh Pub)
(FECK-hee may eg un CHAKH TOWER-neh hoo)
or very informal...
Feicfidh mé thú sa phub
(Feckee may who sa fub)
I had to go get help with this one!
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 03:07 PM|
|(Raven lifts a wing) Ho Danann (stuffs mouth full of gingernuts then shoves bowl in Oldies direction accidently ashing cigar in the bowl in the process)|
|Posted by: Danann 10-Jun-2004, 03:08 PM|
| *Danann walks into the bar throwing the cowled hood off and shaking a few stray raindrops off the firey auburn hair. She smiles at the Green Lady, nods, to the Ravens, young and old, and with a wave of her hand, the witch set a fire crackling in the fireplace to warm the air.*
Much better, now to warm the insides as well as the out. She signals the barkeep and asks for a pint of harps in the man's native tongue. B'fhearr liom... cláirseach beoir. She smiles and thanks the man before turning to speak with the others assembled.
Dia Dhuit, how are you today?
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 03:12 PM|
|(replying to Danann) Taim go Maith, Go raibh maith agat. (I am well, thank you)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 03:16 PM|
|Hello Old Raven and Danann, thanks for the fire it was a bit chilly.*Turning to Raven* My t.v. is out and I decided to come and see who was here. And can we keep to english?|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 03:22 PM|
|(Raven replies looking a bit put out - like he usually does)Hello Green Lady , I'll do me best. I take it that the dialect was confusing you. Must be my funky Irish Hoosier accent|
|Posted by: gtrplr 10-Jun-2004, 03:30 PM|
| The gtrplr strolls in with his six-string claymore slung on his back.
Hello and Good E'en to all he says. And a finer group I canna imagine. Bartender, a shot of Tullamore Dew, if you please.
He sits on a stool at the bar, sipping his uisge beatha.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 03:35 PM|
|Hello gtrplr and welcome. *Green lady spots a fiddle behind the bar, goes picks it up and starts playing. She looks up.* Any requests?|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 03:40 PM|
|Well if guitar player can actually use that claymore I would like to hear a round of Back Home in Derry with the extended fiddle solo of course. (takes long pull on cuban and uses wings to waft smoke around to properly fill the pub)|
|Posted by: oldraven 10-Jun-2004, 03:44 PM|
Thanks but I'm watching my weight. Besides, I don't smoke.
Let's have Lukey's Boat!
Ah, Dannah. I was hoping you'd show. plops apple down next to Danann that he had been saving for the gaelic prof.
gtrplr, always a pleasure. bows his head and tips a feather from his scalp as though it were a hat.
|Posted by: gtrplr 10-Jun-2004, 03:46 PM|
|The gtrplr unslings his gtr and quickly checks the tuning. Whenever you're ready, milady, he nods.|
|Posted by: oldraven 10-Jun-2004, 03:47 PM|
| *COUGH! WHEEEEEZE!*
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 03:51 PM|
|(clears throat and stuffs mouth full of gingernuts swallows whiskey and says) mumble rriyufhryff akdjo humphrlfl|
|Posted by: oldraven 10-Jun-2004, 03:58 PM|
| Mind your manners, Raven. Honestly, haven't I taught you anything? drains glass Bah, enough of that! I'm not that old. stuffs his face and grins, showing a beak full of ginger nuts.
eyes glass Any more of these and I'll be on the bar singin away.
'nother round, keep.
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 04:02 PM|
|(Raven gets up off of stool and staggers out door waving a wing goodbye to all as he heads home to see Mrs Raven)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 04:04 PM|
|As soon as your ready gtrplr. *Tunes up*|
|Posted by: gtrplr 10-Jun-2004, 04:07 PM|
|The Green Lady puts bow to fiddle and begins a rousing rendition of 'Drunken Sailor'. gtrplr chimes in with the accompaniment. oldraven swallows the gingernuts, then begins to sing off-key.|
|Posted by: gtrplr 10-Jun-2004, 06:08 PM|
|The song winds to its conclusion. I'll take this opportunity to wish you all good E'en and good fortune. says gtrplr. He slings his gtr back on his back and does a little dance step out the door, whistling as he goes.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 10-Jun-2004, 06:33 PM|
|The Wizard of Owls makes his way into the tavern and pulls up a chair before the fire. Bartender! A frosty mug of A&W Root Beer if you please! And a bowl of corn nuts for me owls if you please. Warms hands by the fire and enjoys the music coming from the other side of the room.|
|Posted by: oldraven 10-Jun-2004, 06:47 PM|
| *climbs back over the bar top*
Oops, seems I fell off the bar. Head hurts a bit. I'm heading home. freezes as feathers stand up on the back of his head. Slowly turns about*
CAW! *uhum* Hello wizard. Pardon me, but isn't that a lot of owls! Nods with respect to owls, but doesn't take his eyes off them. Well, my own Mrs. Raven to be is calling for me to feed the dog. Funny, you wouldn't expect a bird to have a dog.
|Posted by: silverdragon 10-Jun-2004, 06:54 PM|
| SilverDragon folds her wings, walks into the pub, and carefully insinuates herself into a corner booth which she pretty much fills. She sneezes, and a small flame flickers and singes the Guinness cardboard advertisement on the table. The other patrons move as far away as they can without actually changing their seats...
Bartender, A pot of hot tea, please. Cinnamon flavored, if you have some. And some rare roast beef, also. She detaches two scales from her left wing. I hope you will accept these as payment; I assure you they are sterling.
*nods at Wizard of Owls.* Good evening to you and your companions, sir! *nods at Green Lady* And to you, milady! I hope to hear more; it was your fiddle lured me in.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 07:12 PM|
|Well then, I'll do my best oblidge you to stay madam. *Green Lady nods her head at Silver Dragon and continues on playing.*|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 10-Jun-2004, 07:27 PM|
|The wizard, momentarily distracted by a tome he had been reading, says "G'day milday Dragon, and to you greenlady." then returns to studying the tome, mumbles something about Brittany and is lost again in his reading.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 07:32 PM|
|Green lady looks up after slowly ending a song. Wizard what is it that you are reading? Something about Brittany? Greenlady looks around to see if she had missed anyone else coming in. Well, out of those here can I take any requests?|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 10-Jun-2004, 07:42 PM|
|What? Says the Wizard, startled at the interruption to his reading, Oh, yes, found some more interesting information concerning the Bretons and their beliefs concerning the dead and fairys, fascinating stuff. Reads another line or two then says Do you know Clohinne Winds? Would love to hear it just now|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 10-Jun-2004, 07:55 PM|
|Suddenly realizing the time, The Wizard jumps up, shoves the tome in his bag and says Well, I must be off to bed! A good night to all! Come along birds! And out the door he goes, vanishing in the brooding darkness|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 08:42 PM|
|(Raven flings open the door and gazes about, looks to his left and spies Urian looking on) Well come on in mate if you're gonna.....don't just stand there gawking. (Holds door open for Urian to come in)|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 08:47 PM|
| (Shrugs and hops on in when Urian fails to respond looking about the place apears deserted in the dim light....Raven hops up on his favorite stool and smooths his feathers while peering over the top of the bar looking for the bar keep) Hallow,,, where are ye at bar keep (he crows..hee hee ...get it...crows ) I'll have a whiskey and a bowl of gingernuts,,,,where did everbody go?
BTW - those that have already posting might re-read my initial post as I tried to clarify how this is supposed to work.....but I have to say you've all been doing it right anyway.
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 08:55 PM|
| As the wizard leaves, a very large man enters the pub. His broad shoulders are covered with tribal tattoos and scars from many, recent, battles. His beard is braided into two pony tails with beads hanging from the ends. He looks formitable but a keen eye can see a kindness and intelligence under the gruff facade.
He ducks as he finally enters the doorway(with a touch of trepidation) and is putting his tunic on as he sits down in the furthest corner of the pub. He sets his claymore to the side and makes sure nothing has escaped his kilt as he orders a bottle of meade.
For such a large man he seems to fade into the background rather quickly and watches the goings on of the pub with his back to a solid wall.
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 08:59 PM|
|I see you made up your mind to come on in,,,,, Bar keep put the mead for our large friend over there (cocks his head to the side) with the interesting art on my tab. (grabs bowl of gingernuts and offers to Urian saying) Gingernut?|
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 09:11 PM|
| Urian chuckles, heartily. "sorry, my friend. I'm just a little shy sometimes. I'm not one for coming into public much" Takes some gingernuts from raven and smiles. Drinks down half the bottle of meade and sighs.
"Ugh. Tis been a long day and the morning is going to come too quickly"
|Posted by: greenldydragon 10-Jun-2004, 09:13 PM|
|Urian, do you play? I'm awfully tired of playing by myself.. Green Lady gives a glare at Raven. Is all you eat gingernuts? Green Lady changes her mind about playing more, packs up the fiddle and replaces it at the bar. Until later fellows. Green Lady steps out into the street turns into a large green dragon and flies off.|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 09:13 PM|
|(pulls bowl back when Urian takes nuts,,, and smiles back as much as a Raven is capable of smiling ....takes a wingful of nuts in his mouth and takes a long draught of his whisky) umpf smrf So..mphjff ...Green Lady....umpf ansh .. cough... what brand of Fiddle is that ....onlk...snort.. that ye be playing? (wipes wing across beak to clear crumbs of gingernut)|
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 09:16 PM|
|"Play? Nay. Not in many years. I prefer to sing to myself and let those around me draw their own conclusions as to my talent" Urian smirks at Raven and relaxes somewhat.|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 09:17 PM|
|Did she leave??? I must not have been paying attention,,, guess I was to focused on the gingernuts......but these are so good.|
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 09:18 PM|
|Well sing us a tune great bald one and perhaps the lady will cool off come back and play us another tune|
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 09:20 PM|
| "Ha! You should try them lightly roasted with some cinamon and sugar on them" Urian pulls two small, crystal balls from his pouch and begins to rolls them in his hands.
His voice starts to raise in pitch as his tenor voice begins a tune. "the whistling gypsy came over the hill. down to the valley so shady . He whistled and he sang till he won the hart of a lady."
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 09:25 PM|
|(Raven bounces happily in time with the song while eating gingernuts and drinking whiskey at the same time spilling as much of both as he consumes in the process)|
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 09:27 PM|
| You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in scotland before you. but me and my true love will ne'er meet again by the bonnie bonnie nacks of lock lomond."
As Urian sings he rolls the crystals in his hands in time to the tune.
Urian slightly chuckles between notes at Raven.
|Posted by: Raven 10-Jun-2004, 09:29 PM|
|(Raven suddenly glances at his wing watch and realizes that the hour has grown late) Sorry to leave so suddenly (he says as he slaps some coin down on the bar and gathers himself while finishing his whiskey and stuffing more gingernuts in his beak) mmmphogf but Mrs Raven ....jhmppgff ... is going to be .,hagmf[... up set if I'm not home very shortly|
|Posted by: urian 10-Jun-2004, 09:35 PM|
|"Good night my friend. Take care." Urian returns to his contact juggling and singing once again fading into the dark.|
|Posted by: Elspeth 10-Jun-2004, 10:11 PM|
| Elspeth enters the tavern, late as usual. She peers though the cigar smoke, searching for another with whom to share a late night mug of tea.
"Aye, missed the pairtie agane."
She once again peers into the shadows. Is that a lad juggling and humming in the darkness? Nay, only tired eyes hopefully deceiving.
Perchance on the morrow if she agane enters the pub she will find a willing lad to sing with her a duet to the strains of a mournful fiddle.
Leaving she wonders if anyone knows the tune from Cold Mountain, My One True Ain.
|Posted by: silverdragon 10-Jun-2004, 11:37 PM|
| SilverDragon uncurls herself from the snug ball she'd curled herself into (in order to digest the most excellent roast beef) and looks about.
No one left? A pity. The sweet music from the fiddle put me to ... sleep ... after .... that ..... large ....... meal...
*shakes herself* Bartender, thank you for letting me doze here so long! I trust the silver is compensation enough for having your largest booth occupied all evening. I must be going though... My cave is unguarded, and bears, you know, this time of year they're stirring about... For such a large creature, she is surprisingly graceful, and picks her way out through the tables. Through the window, there is a glint of silver, a shadow falls across the moon... and then ... nothing.
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 08:17 AM|
|(Raven opens the door and walks in, taking in the lingering smells from the previous evening that blend to form that wonder pub in the morning smell that you just can't find anywhere else on earth. He hops up onto his favorite stool, signals the bartender and settles in with his favorite drink to scowl at the door while waiting for someone to enter)|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 08:37 AM|
| *oldraven stepps in, scans the room, and takes his place, this time just two stools from the corner, which is two stools from Raven. A safe distance for two so hard headed birds*
Top o' the mornin to ya, Raven. I trust you're doing well. waves at the keep I'll take an ale. Too early to be hitting the hard stuff. smirks as he notes Ravens bug eyed look. One eye on him, the other on his glass of whiskey. Oldraven pulls out his pipe. Nodding to Raven he asks Do ye mind if I smoke?
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 08:45 AM|
|Why nay brother Oldie (pulls a stogie of his own from deep within his feathers, lights up and puffs with delight....pushes bowl towards Oldie) Gingernut?|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 08:50 AM|
|Green Lady enters the pub and sees two large ravens conversing at the bar. Is all you eat gingernuts? Green Lady goes and picks up the fiddle behind the bar where'd she left it. She roisons up her bow and pulls it across the strings.|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 08:52 AM|
| what ya all hanging in a pub for???? there is work to be done....
bartender "jameson's" ..... it has got to be after 12 somewhere in the world.......
go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís
(may we be alive at this time next year)
[note there is no whiskey glass in the icons]
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 09:04 AM|
|(gives Dundee the big hairy eye) Work....you think I do this for sport? (takes a slug of whiskey slams glass down on bar, wipes beak with back of wing and says) Is that Hurdee Gurdy you're wearing for decoration or can ya play it? Why don't you join the wee lady with the fiddle and play something for us? How about the washer woman?|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 09:15 AM|
|aye ya ol crow get out that guitar....... that is what i was refering to as work to be done!!! *takin a wee sip from me glass*.........lady, raven how about "Atholl highlander" the tune that is as much fun to say as it is play........... *tunes abit* etc|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 09:19 AM|
|(shoves a wingfull of gingernuts into mouth, glares at Dundee and Oldie for good measure, then reaches behind the bar for the house guitar. Tunes it up as he examines the name on the head stock) Hmmm Morgan Monroe, I have heard that these are fine instruments (gives it a strum and plays a few scales with his incredibly dexterious wing feathers ) Okay lass let's hear that fiddle.|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 09:41 AM|
| Thanks for the gingernuts, b'y. Of all days, this is the one I don't have my bass on me. Dagnabit!
I still never got to hear my song, lass. In case you forgot, it was Lukeys Boat. And this time I'll sing on key.
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 09:44 AM|
|(peeks over bar and spies something in the corner) What about yon acoustic bass over there Oldie (pointing at what appears to be an acoustic bass guitar with bar rags draped over the top partially obscuring it's outline in the dim pub)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 09:45 AM|
|Okay, Atholl highlander then I'll play your Lukey's Boat. Starts playing...|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 10:05 AM|
| Your eyes are much better than mine, my good bird. I haven't played a stand up since I was 15, but I'll give 'er a shot.
*hops to the corner, jumps on a stool, and leans into the big brute.* This'll be an excersise in dexterity. Good thing I've got an abnormaly large wingspan. And you know what they say about big wings.
*quietly tunes up and joins the green lass in a blusey rendition of atholl highlander.*
Can't help it, stand ups make me go blues. But I'll work on my techniques.
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 10:05 AM|
|Caw,,, well don't just sit there like bumps on a log...fire up that hurdy gurdy, and grab that bass you feathery old crow|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 10:08 AM|
| aye.... *laughin* big wings ...... ahhhhhh small...... pee......ahhh i mean ........beak....... *
*takes another wee sip and continues crankin out the tune*
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 10:17 AM|
| Who are you yellin at, Raven? Cuz I'm already rockin out.
Gives Dundee the hairy eyeball. Have a mind, b'y. Mockin a Raven, an old one at that, can get you in hot water. puffs up.
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 10:24 AM|
|*rubs the cranky ol birds head* just funnin ya.... *noticing lots of head feathers floating to the ground* aye by the saints ye are an ol one at that........ *chuckling* here ya go twill but feathers on yer ol head|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 10:44 AM|
|Green Lady looks up. Hey, watch it, you're gettin raven feathers all over the fiddle! Green Lady lightly wipes off raven feathers and goes back to playing.|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 10:48 AM|
|(stands up on stool and does the Raven happy dance whilst keepin it lively on the rythym guitar puffs feathers back at Oldie )|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 11:03 AM|
I didn't need those ones anyway. They were just for decoration. The rest of my full head o' feathers are on there for good. picks up a quill and starts pickin the stand up.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 11:07 AM|
|Green Lady puts down the fiddle. Time for a break, at least for me. You guys can keep playin. Walks over to the bar, orders a water, and sits down to watch and enjoy the show of a big black Raven dancing with a guitar.|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 11:09 AM|
|(shouts) come on Green lets here that fiddle (throws head back to do happy dance becomes extremely disoriented and falls over the bar back wards spilling ginger nuts and whiskey everywhere in the process)|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 11:13 AM|
| well we have been through atholl highlanders seems like 14 times..........
1,2,3....foooouuuur....... breaks the gurdy into the intro for lukey's boat ............ hey you ol raven bird maybe you better sing it.................. wondering who is older the ol raven or the ol dundee..............
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 11:16 AM|
|pathetic the bird cant hold his ginger nuts............|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 11:17 AM|
|Hahahahahahaha!!! Maybe you should watch where you dance Raven! But, I'll play somemore, that was a long enough break. Green Lady bounds over to where she'd left the fiddle, grabs it and starts into lukey's boat with dundee.|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 11:22 AM|
|(Checks guitar for damage and it seems to be unharmed,staggers to his feet, dusts the ginger nuts off the feathers and rubs the whiskey in, then jumps on top of the bar and glares at everyone)|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 11:30 AM|
|*throws a handful of ginger nuts at the raven* quit yer glarin......... and git ta playin.... and by the way ye broke a tailfeather........|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 11:30 AM|
|Don't look so put out Raven. Not everyone can hold their whiskey.. Green Lady moves over to the other side of the room just in case Raven toook her comment the wrong way.|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 11:40 AM|
| by the way in honour of this nonsense......i just requested lukey's boat on the list it is coming up in 7...
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 11:43 AM|
|(whirls arround to look for the broken tailfeather gets a foot hung up in the gingernut bowl, flails wildly and lands on the floor with a resonate sound of strings. The guitar is mercifully shielded from impact by feathers and body. This time he lands on the front side of the bar) Grooaan...(staggers to feet, tunes guitar back up and begins to strum, this time wisely deciding to stay on the floor)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 11:59 AM|
|Hahahahahaha. At least you aren't courtin bruises Raven. Wise of you to stay on the floor with the rest of us!|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 12:04 PM|
| Spilled.......... whiskey..........? *waddles over to the puddle and putts both feet in.
Here we stand, to reflect on our lost whiskey. Like so many before 'em, he's gone too soon. *ravens huddle together, both of them now standing in the whiskey, wings around each other shoulders*
I've always dremt of standing in a lake of whiskey, but not like this. Never like this.
B'ys n' girls. I think we should play a lament. *drags feet back to the bass and plucks out 'amazing grace'.* Oh, where's a piper when you need one?
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 12:12 PM|
|I have to admit this feels good on my feet though. amazing grace how sweet the sound|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 12:16 PM|
|now just close your eyes and let the gurdy take it......now dont that sound bagpipie??? twas our most requested tune.......|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 12:22 PM|
|Tune slowly dwindles down to its finish.. We shall never forget you our dear poor lost whiskey.. Green Lady starts on another lament for the whiskey.|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 12:27 PM|
|BUT BUT!!!!!! what about the ginger nuts!!!!|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 12:33 PM|
|First we must mourn the loss of the whiskey, then we'll get to the ginger nuts. There are so many of them to mourn...Raven you really need to learn to NOT spill your ginger nuts...|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 12:34 PM|
|There's always another bag o' nuts. And those that fell are now blessed with a fine whiskey coating. They'll be fine. It's good that you care though.|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 12:35 PM|
|HEY!!!!! wait a minute.... *stops playing* i know ginger... i know ginger ale and ginger snaps aye ginger bread...... even know of gingervittis..... ewwww yuk::yucky ......... but what the heck are ginger nuts?????|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 12:36 PM|
|(uses wings to gather gingernuts off of the floor and stuffs them greedily in his mouth...talks around mouthful accidently spitting some partially chewed nuts on Oldie) They hmpff actu mf ly harph taste better ljmmmggahf better off the floor ahrghgf and soaked in whiskey!|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 12:39 PM|
|Raven don't eat with your mouth open! O my gosh, I sound like my mom and sister. Green Lady looks upset and orders another water, drinking it in one gulp. That's better. She goes back to playing.|
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 12:48 PM|
|(Raven looks flustered) but... hmflg ...I'm a ...mnghf....Raven and that's ...hmgag.... how we eat. (shouts at bar keep) More Whiskey (spews more soggy ginger nuts on Oldie)|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 12:59 PM|
|Raven or not, you can talk can't ya? So why can't ya eat right? Green Lady looks annoyed and ignores the even more flustered Raven.|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 01:12 PM|
|still dont know what ginger nuts are...... seeing as ginger grows from rhysomes.... it cant be the seed........|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 01:20 PM|
| I don't know where they come from, but they're fine dining for a wise ol' raven. If you ever meet any, just ask.
*looks at crumbs all over his pitch plumage*
You've really got to stop that, man. You're lucky it's raining and I can have a shower on the way home. Keep! I'll take one of those whiskeys now. Make it an older Scotch than the 12yr from last night. Unlike my dribbling friend here, I won't be pawned the cheap stuff.
*hops back to avoid flying crumbs* humh. Discracefull. Do your kind proud, please.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 01:24 PM|
| I'm just glad I'm on this side of the room. No crumbes here!
Puts fiddle down, takes of dragon necklace, washes off dust and dirt, puts back on necklace, picks up fiddle and continues to play.
|Posted by: Raven 11-Jun-2004, 01:35 PM|
|My dear lady, the fact that I am a talking Raven is a miracle in itself. Even with this near miraculous fact we can not discount the fact that I have no lips with which to close my mouth while I chew. (puts guitar back behind bar and stalks out of the pub)|
|Posted by: Danann 11-Jun-2004, 01:47 PM|
| With a flash of light the Firey haired witch appears in the pub. Dia Dhuit. She smiles at all and orders Jameison's since the smell of sweet whiskey is so strong. Why does it smell like someone has taken a bath in whiskey in here
A fine day to you all, and Old Raven, thank you for the apple, it was wonderful! Did you know that an apple is a sign for ancient knowledge and protection? A wonderful gift! Now, lets see about the music. If you need vocals, I am here to lend a voice!
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 01:51 PM|
|quick search seems gingernuts are a cookie....... much like ginger snaps i would say........|
|Posted by: dundee 11-Jun-2004, 01:52 PM|
|not to correct a fiery haired witch..... but it is jameson's|
|Posted by: Danann 11-Jun-2004, 01:56 PM|
|Tis the curse of the unwanted I... it seems to jump in when I am spelling jameson's... I can't get it to stop... but one correction per person is all I allow... then I'll turn you into a newt.|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 01:59 PM|
| Right you are Dundee, right you are.
Bows low to Danann. Why, of course I knew that, good lady.
*sips from his tumbler* 15yr! Well, it's better, but it's no 30. All the same, I thank you for trying, good keep.
|Posted by: gaberlunzie 11-Jun-2004, 03:21 PM|
| *Opens the door and steps in slowly, looks around sniffing and murmering* ..."Oh I knew it was guid auld whisky I smelled!"...
*Nodds and greets to all inside, orders an old Glenfiddich, pulls a stool and sat down in the back of the room, watching the witch with the fiery hair, the fiddle-playing lady and the old raven at the bar while sipping her whisky and closing her eyes in elation now and then*
|Posted by: greenldydragon 11-Jun-2004, 04:13 PM|
|Green Lady looks at the clock and is stunned. It's far later than I thought! Must be going. Green Lady gives a little curtsy to all those present and sweeps out of the pub. She finds a large glen and shifts quickly to her dragon side and is gone.|
|Posted by: oldraven 11-Jun-2004, 04:46 PM|
| Och! My feathers are swollen! I really must get off this bass for a while. Hello Gab! How've you been? He hops off the stool and waddles over to sit with his friend. Mind if I join you for a stroll in the Glen?
((I'm actually going upstairs for a glass of 12yr))
|Posted by: urian 11-Jun-2004, 07:38 PM|
| Urian looks around to see if anyone is left in the pub. Not spotting anyone he changes juggling hands from right to left and pulls a parchment and a plume from his sack. As he writes he begins to sing a melancholy tune in a soulful, tenor voice.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 11-Jun-2004, 08:33 PM|
|The Wizard enters the bar, followed by his entourage of owls. Approaching the barkeep, he says One mug of Root Beer please and a bowl of corn nuts for the birds please. After obtaining the required items, he pulls a chair up to the fireplace, pulls out a large tome and begins to read quietly.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 11-Jun-2004, 08:59 PM|
|The Wizard silently closes his tome, stands and makes his way to the door. Good night all, he says, opens the door and steps out into the night in a flurry of owl feathers.|
|Posted by: urian 11-Jun-2004, 09:36 PM|
|Urian, secretly, sniffs himself to see if he was the reason the wizard left. Nope..spring fresh|
|Posted by: gaberlunzie 11-Jun-2004, 10:22 PM|
| * Opens her eyes, smiling brightly*
Hello, oldraven, you're more than welcome to share a wee dram or two...barkeep, too more Glens, please; the older the better!
*Leans back in her stool*
How have you been my friend...really nice place to stay here...
*Watches that urian is sniffing secretly and tries not to get too close to him...just in case...*
|Posted by: VetteGal 12-Jun-2004, 01:50 AM|
|A Wiccan Priestess enters the bar and goes to the back booth and waits. The bartender brings her a white wine, and she pays him for his wine. She sits and takes in the music coming from 2 ravens and then looks out the window and sees the green eyed woman change into a dragon and fly off. An animagus she thinks to herself. I see I'm not the only one here that is a witch, she thinks to herself. She pull out a journal and starts writing, not forgetting about what is going on around her. As she looks around she sees that no one is really paying any attention to her. "Good, then I can continue." she says to herself softly. She pulls out her rune stones and a tarot deck, and is concentrating on them.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 12-Jun-2004, 07:28 AM|
|Green Lady walks back into the pub and shakes off some morning dew that was left on her clothes. Barkeep I'll take any type of food you got, I'm starved! She looks around and spots a woman in a back booth concentrating on some cards. At the other side of the pub is Urian writing and singing. Maybe I can get him to sing with my fiddle she thinks to herself. She goes to the back of the bar and starts to tune up, but stops so she can eat the food the barkeep had brought her.|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 08:54 AM|
|Urian looks up from his wirting long enough to think:" hmm..I wonder if I could get that lovely lady to play her fiddle as I sing?...maybe..."|
|Posted by: Herrerano 12-Jun-2004, 09:26 AM|
| "¡Oye! Dame una cerveza, bien fria."
I looked around the bar while I waited for my beer. Some interesting characters here, but I didn't feel like conversation. When my beer arrived I cautiously touched the mug and immedietly sent it back with the barman.
"Yo dijo fria amigo, mete algos en el congelador. No quiero esa vaina caliente.
¿Que tiene para desayunar?"
He looked at me in disgust when I returned the beer, but I really didn't care much. I have drank enough warm beer in my lifetime out of lack of refrigeration to not want to spend money on it where there are the means to make it cold. Beer snobs make me wanna hit something.
He covered up his obvious disgust with my low life cold beer preference enough to tell me they could fix some kind of breakfast. (Amazing this cretin could understand my Spanish, but he didn't bat an eye. Must be some sort of immigrant himself, the low brow and thick eyelashes seemed to indicate something, but I wasn't sure what.)
"Bueno, traigme los chorizos, huevos revueltos, pancakes, tocino, chuleta ahumada, y una media docena de tomates cortada en rebanas con mayonesa por favor. O, y tambien quiero un café con leche, y unas tortillas de maiz sí tiene."
Pretty amazing place I thought, must have a kitchen the size of a small Wal-Mart. I waited for my breakfast, trying not to stare at some of the other rather unusual patrons.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 12-Jun-2004, 09:52 AM|
|Have ye not eaten in a few days? Green Lady remarks after hearing what Herrerano had ordered. I swear, ye order as if yer stockin up for a disaster! Green Lady starts to play..|
|Posted by: Herrerano 12-Jun-2004, 10:56 AM|
|I ate with gusto when my breakfast arrived and ignored the odd looks from the green lady with the fiddle. I signalled for the barman, and when he came asked if my beer was cold yet. He returned with it and it was much better then before, draining it I ordered another along with a small order of fried potatoes to go with the remnants of my breakfast. I figured by the time I was finished eating it would be almost lunchtime so the light breakfast was just fine.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 12-Jun-2004, 11:12 AM|
|Any requests? Green Lady looks around and wonders where everyone is. O well, she thought to herself, just got to lure em in with the sound of the fiddle.|
|Posted by: peckery 12-Jun-2004, 12:11 PM|
|The doors to the bar burst open with the force of a thousand H-bombs. A six foot four inch tall sock monkey glides into the bar in a surrealistic haze. He is wearing a full lenght mink coat and a purple fedora. He climbs up on a table in the middle of the bar, as a hush comes over the patrons. "You must keep your pimp hand strong" he says with great conviction. He gets down from the table and sits alone in a corner booth.|
|Posted by: Herrerano 12-Jun-2004, 12:34 PM|
| I felt a blast of air as the door was flung open. Cripes, I thought, its one of them dastardly sock monkeys. Those guys are taking over the world.
"Otra cerveza", I called out to the slovenly barman, "Y bien fria."
When he arrived with the beer I thought maybe a little diplomacy might be in order. "Quiero mandar una al señor sock monkey."
|Posted by: Herrerano 12-Jun-2004, 12:41 PM|
|The fact is, I have always been fond of brightly colored fedoras.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 12-Jun-2004, 02:05 PM|
|Crazy sock monkeys, Green Lady thinks to herself, purple fedoras don't go with their hair. Herrerano, do ye only by drinks fer monkeys? Cause I'm really thirsty. But, of course, you may be one of those crazy monkey lovers. I have nothing against monkeys, but some people are just fanaticals! Green Lady goes over to the bar and orders a water. She goes back to playing her fiddle after buying HERSELF a drink.|
|Posted by: Raven 12-Jun-2004, 02:15 PM|
|(Raven opens the door and staggers into the bar looking around blearily at the occupants. Notices a rather large sock monkey with a rather loud Fedora pulled down over his monkey face passed out in a corner booth)Greetings Green Lady (he grumbles, gazing unsteadily through eyes bloodshot due to an all night bender at a drink a thon to raise money for the American Cancer Society) "Whiskey Bar Keep" he shouts, then thinking that whiskey might not be such a good idea after the night he has just spent, changes his mind and caws, "Better make that a Martini instead and hold the Vermooth." (hopes up on his stool and smooths his feathers)|
|Posted by: Raven 12-Jun-2004, 02:27 PM|
|(downs his glass of gin pays the bar keep - plus tip of course - hops down and staggers out the door, mumbling) Looks like everyone is passed out and it's only late afternoon. (shakes head as door closes behind him and heads home to watch Discovery Channel special about "Great Ravens in Political positions")|
|Posted by: peckery 12-Jun-2004, 04:35 PM|
|The pimpish sock monkey suddenly stands up and raises his half empty tankard of Old English 800, shouts, "God save the Queen." vomits on a small black bird, and passes out in his corner booth.|
|Posted by: oldraven 12-Jun-2004, 05:37 PM|
|*looks like oldraven passed out last night in the corner. Just leave him be. He'll be fine.*|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 08:03 PM|
| Urian looks around at the drunken bodies as he downs another bottle of meade and thinks to himself"Lightweights. Gods, I love watching these peop...er..folks."
Laughs heartily and begins to sing another tune "OOOOOHHH ,WHAT DO YA DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR? "
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 08:33 PM|
|The Wizard walks into the Pub. Seeing all of the drunken bodies past out in the floor, the Wizard shakes his head in sympathy. Barkeep he says a mug of A&W please, then heads to his customary chair by the fire.|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 08:44 PM|
|Urian stops, looks at the wizard and says"So, you do ye make of this? I looked down for one minute and the entire place passes out...eh."Puts his crystals away and continues to write.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 08:50 PM|
|I think they're all going to have some nasty headaches in the morning! the Wizard says. What's that you're writing my friend?|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 08:57 PM|
| Urian looks at his parchment slightly embarassed that the wizard saw it.
"well, it's ...umm..you see.. I wirte. I write poetry*blush* and stories but many of my friends have told me that a lot of my stuff flows like music. SO, well...I am trying to write lyrics."
Urian slides the parchment towards his bag to put it away. still blushing
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 09:00 PM|
|Please don't stop! I used to write myself but it appears the muse has left me just now, so I'm trying to take up music. That way I can continue to express myself without words|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 09:07 PM|
| Ahhh so you wanna be a mime?
Urian visibly shudders
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 09:12 PM|
|NO, NO, NO! The Wizard cries, visibly distraught! Why would you curse me so? I wish to learn the piano and the tin whistle! he says, waving his arms around dramatically. A mime! Sheesh!|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 09:17 PM|
| Urian lets out a laugh so heart felt that it could wake the dead...but not the druken, obviously.
"I knew ye weren't talking about becomeing a mime, wizard. I was just yanking you chain..er..robe string..besides, if ye did, I'm sure a few of the folks here would put ye out of yer misery"
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 09:21 PM|
|This sodden lot? Why they couldn't put out a candle, unless you include by throwing up on it! Quickly changing the subject, So what sort of songs do you write?|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 09:42 PM|
|I'm trying for a traditional scottish tune with a waltz melody. I don't know, though. I've never written a song before and I know it needs more work than I can do with it.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 09:44 PM|
|A Scottish waltz! Sounds lovely! Waves an owl away from his root beer. Shew you fowl!|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 09:54 PM|
|Ye know..those birds a very good...marinated and roasted. As far as the tune goes, It'll probably never see the light of day.Urian cocks an evil grin|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 09:59 PM|
|The wizard splutters and fumes! How could.. Why I... You'll nay roast me birds, ye mangy varmint! I'll turn ye to a toadie! How'll ye finish your song then, hmmm???|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 10:04 PM|
| Urian sighes deeply."My apologies, wizard. I forget that lowlanders and intellectuals aren't as thick skinned when it comes to jests as others are. I ment the beautiful creatures no harm at all."
"My tune? As I said, it'll ne'er see the light of day after I write it. I cannot put note to word and I know noone who can so it will die when it's born"
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 10:08 PM|
|Regaining his composure, Apology accepted (but keeps his birds out of arms reach for now). Do ye not know any other bards who might put pen to paper for ye, recording your tune for posterior... mmmm... I meant posterity!|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 10:18 PM|
|Nay. Most people I know scarcely have the IQ to open their own doors in the morning.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 10:22 PM|
|The Wizard laughs aloud, blowing a mouthful of root beer all over one of his feathered friends who, indignified by the impromptu shower, begins to preen itself of the sticky fluid. My friend Urian, we must have the same friends!|
|Posted by: urian 12-Jun-2004, 10:26 PM|
|Ye think? I am starting to believe it may have been something in the water when their mother's were with child. We lived in the deep woods so I must have been spared.Anway, If ye'd like to hear what I have so far, I'd venture enought courage to try to sing it for ye.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 10:31 PM|
|Sing away my friend! He says while getting a refill of root beer from the bar keep.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 10:39 PM|
|The Wizard buys his feathered friends some corn nuts to eat while waiting for Urian to finish warming up.|
|Posted by: Danann 12-Jun-2004, 10:41 PM|
|With a small smile, Danann pipes up I'd love to be hearing you sing as well!|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 10:47 PM|
|The Wizard sees the lady enter and says Uill, hallo a ghràidh! Ciamar a tha sibh a-nochd? Dé an t-ainm a th'oirbh?|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 12-Jun-2004, 11:04 PM|
|The Wizard's wife sticks her head in through the door and says "Okay Mr. Wizard! Its way past your bedtime! Now come home this instant or I'll turn you into a slug and sprinkle salt on you to see what your insides look like!" The Wizard blushes, looks at the young lady and budding singer and says, "I think I'll be leaving now! I hope you have a lovely night!" Gathering his birds he lightly steps around the bodies passed out in the floor, opens the dorr, and disappears into the night.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 07:14 AM|
|Green Lady walks into the pub and realizes it is almost empty except for the crazy sock monkey still drunk. Good thing I brought something to entertain me! Green Lady goes to a back booth, collapses in the chair and starts working on the story that had come to her the night before.|
|Posted by: Raven 13-Jun-2004, 07:37 AM|
|Raven flutters into the Pub sits on his favorite stool and says," Just a quick shot for me this morning bar keep, I'm running late for Church." downs his shot looks at pathetic sock monkey passed out in corner booth, slaps some money on the bar a flutters out the door. A single black feather on the floor by his stool the only evidence of his passing.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 07:54 AM|
|Green Lady spots Raven fly in, order and leave. Wonder why he was in such a rush she thought to herself. O well, no concern of mine she finally decides. Green Lady goes back to the story that is on her lap, wondering what should happen next.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 11:22 AM|
|Green Lady sighs because she is tired of thinking about the developing story. Maybe a break is what I need...she thinks to herself. Acting upon her thought she goes and gets the fiddle from behind the bar and starts playing neil gow's lament for his second wife..|
|Posted by: oldraven 13-Jun-2004, 11:44 AM|
| The sounds of a fiddle cause the feathers on the back of oldravens neck to quiver, ever so slightly. He starts, jumps, and flies straight up into the ceiling. *wham* Then, in a random wavering line, heads to his stool at the bar.
What in the name of St. Andrew happened? All I remember is sharing a lovely smooth old Glen with Gab, and then I wake up here. Eyes the rest of the bar and notices he wasn't the only one who lost consciousness. What ever happened to that witch? She strolled in, sat down, and started chanting. You'll be sure magic is the only way I'd be passing out. I was there when scotch was invented, dagnabit. *smacks his dry.............beak* All this talk of scotch has got me thinking. Why did is stop flowing? Can you send one over there, keep? The bass is calling me, and that green lass needs an accompaniment.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 11:53 AM|
|Green Lady spots the old raven headin over to the bass. Finally, a partner! You don't know how tired I was of playin by myself!|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 12:20 PM|
|TheCarolinaScotsman slips quietly through the door, followed by several cats who stick closely behind/beside/between(feet)/in front of him, and takes up residence in one of the back booths. Being really new in the neighborhood, he wants to assess the place and the patrons before joining in the conviviality. He orders a bottle of single malt and makes soothing noises under his breath as he absent mindedly strokes a cat behind the ear.|
|Posted by: peckery 13-Jun-2004, 12:33 PM|
|Upon hearing the music, Peckery, laying face down in the damp dust, slowly raises his head, and starts snapping his....his...I have no fingers!!! Damn!! HE stands up on the table again as Peckerys are known to do, removes his mink, and starts to dance. Spinning, splits, sliding across the table ala James Brown. "God God Y'all!" he says as he thrusts his hips with the wild abandon of a deers tongue in a room with salted walls.|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 12:34 PM|
|CS notices one of his cats investigating a large sock monkey passed out in the floor. "Gus, leave that alone. No tellin' what you'll catch from it."|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 12:36 PM|
|Not to worry. Before he gets through speaking, the monkey jumps up and starts gyrating wildly.|
|Posted by: oldraven 13-Jun-2004, 01:14 PM|
uhg. Bloody monkeys. They just can't help themselves.
*picks out a jazzy riff* bow-bamp, bup-bah-bah-bowmp, ba-doo-duh-bu-buh-bomp Alright! What's the stranger with the........... troubling number of cats want to hear? We've got to make the newbies feel at home.
*raises wing* Barkeep! That one's on me. But he has to buy my next.
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 01:27 PM|
|I like most anything. How 'bout a real foot stomper? And keep, make sure the Old Fellow their stays supplied with gingernuts. That and his next drink are on me. Least I can do for a music lover. And see that the Lady's supplied with what she needs as well. And can I get several bowls of milk? Thanks.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 02:01 PM|
|The Wizard steps in and seeks his usual chair by the fire, his owls following closely and looking warily at the cats nearby. Barkeep! A frosty mug of A&W please, and a bowl of corn nuts for me owls please! He tips his hat for the lady on the fiddle and gives a nod to the raven. He glances only momentarily at the strange sock monkey (Showoff he mumbles under his breath) then pulls out a large dusty tome and begins to read...|
|Posted by: Raven 13-Jun-2004, 02:07 PM|
| Raven opens the door and steps in side and just stands there a moment to let his bird like eyes adjust to the gloom. He shakes the precipitation from the Chem-trails off of his brilliantly lustrerous feathers and takes in the scene. Oldie is playing bass and remarkably is on the beat, not like on Friday when he had practically been rolling on the floor trying to soak up a little spilled whiskey, that had seemed to throw off his usually keen sense of timing (that is for an old bird.)
THe frost bitten sock monkey is making a fool out of himself as usual, is he really trying to snap his fingers in the middle of all that gyrating? Dear lord I can smell him from clear over here, sort of like old nasty feet that have been soaked in gin.
Only one thing to do. Raven hops up on his usual stool and signals the barkeep to bring him a glass of Olde Hellfire. The bar keep sets the glass in front of the incredibly handsome bird who sips the whiskey and looks suspiciously at the cats that seem to be looking at oldie with a longing hungry expression.
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 02:11 PM|
|The cats glance at the owls and the two ravens, but pay them little attention; they are obviously intelligent creatures and therefore not suitable game. But they do give a few more questioning looks at the monkey.|
|Posted by: Raven 13-Jun-2004, 02:16 PM|
|Putting down his glass of whiskey, Raven notices with a start that the pub is litterally crawling with fowls, "Cripes" he exclaims, stuffs his mouth full of ginernuts and flys us into the rafters to sip his whiskey in safety.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 02:21 PM|
|The Wizard glances up just in time to see another Raven enter the pub, then - after drinking - fly up into the rafters. If we're not careful here, he thinks, there's going to be an all out cat/bird war on our hands here! Opening his voluminous robes, he allows his owls to seek the relative comfort and darkness of its folds before returning to his book.|
|Posted by: Raven 13-Jun-2004, 02:33 PM|
|No longer able to contain himself Raven drains his glass, wipes his beak with the back of his wing and flys around the pub screeching, "Caw Caw" he drops some change on the bar before flying out into the sunshine right through the curtain over an open window. He flys off into the day with the curtain trailing behind him like a superheros cape.|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 03:49 PM|
| TheCarolinaScotsman sighs and murmers something to his cats. In a trice, they are no longer visible; no not invisible, just not in sight. CS knows the cats would never harm an inteligent creature (unless they were from the Dark Side), but, to ease the tension he senses, he has them become less obvious. He's still not sure what they might do to the monkey, but he told them to leave it alone.
Becoming warm, he takes off his cape. As he places it beside him a momentary opening of the material reveals a claymore attached inside the back of the cape. Now revealed that the cape is off, a large dirk with a cat's head carved on the end of the handle rests easily at his side. The jeweled cat's eyes unblinking in the gloom of the back part of the room.
Offering encouragement to the musicians, he says, "That's some mighty fine playin' ya'll're doin'."
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 04:03 PM|
|The Wizard's concentration on the tome he is reading is momentarily broken when the man with all of the cats says something and all of the cats vanish. It's about time, he thinks as he orders a refill of A&W. Despite the heavy robes he wears, he does not appear to be hot at all. He notices a black feather that some bird must have dropped earlier. HMMM! he thinks, I'll hang on to this, could come in handy later. And he stuffs it into one of the folds of his robe. He returns to his reading, quietly humming the wonderful tune that's being performed.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 04:17 PM|
|Having fininshed the chapter he was reading, the Wizard stood, gathered his robes about himself and said Well, I must be going! Good evening everyone! It has been a most pleasurable evening! And with that he was out the door.|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 05:33 PM|
|TheCarolinaScotsman had learned over the years that a wise man grabs some sleep when he can. He motioned slightly and a very large cat came and bumped heads with CS, holding position for a brief moment. The cat then curled up on the cape CS had laid down. CS then stretched out on the bench on the back side of the booth and closed his eyes. He seemed at peace, but the jeweled eyes of the dirk's cat head remained unblinking.|
|Posted by: urian 13-Jun-2004, 05:38 PM|
|Urian reappears in a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone. "Gods, I hate when that happens. Now, where was I? Hmm How long was I gone? It seems everyone has left?" He,then, finds his chair and another bottle of meade.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 06:34 PM|
|Green Lady sinks down into an arm chair, her arms and fingers tired from the continuous playing. I need to learn some restrain before I kill myself with playing too much she thought to herself. Sorry old raven, gotta have a break. She glances uneasily at the cat guarding the cat man (never mentioned his name..). Urian maybe you can duet with the old bird. You sing...sing us a song ye wrote. She glances at the bar keep and he automatically hands over a tall glass of water. Thank ye good sir, just what is needed. Green Lady closes her eyes for a moment and promptly falls asleep.|
|Posted by: oldraven 13-Jun-2004, 06:40 PM|
| Buddy, I haven't played so long since I was a chick. *observes the raised eyebrow the keep gave him* You know what I mean.
oldraven didn't know why everyone asked their winged and pawed friends to vamoose, but the place seemed a lot more empty than before. Well, no need to stop now. Keep! I'm not really up for scotch right now. After that two day nap, I think I should be a bit more weary of the stuff. At least until we get an explanation. A pint o' Kilkenny will work just fine. *starts playing 'Rocky road to Dublin'*
Hey monkey boy! You like dancin? *tosses a pair of small tap shoes at the sock monkey* Strap those on. I stopped playing jazz hours ago. If you want to dance, at least dance to the music.
A one, and a two, and a One two-tree for-five! Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dub-a-lin, Whack follol de rah !
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 13-Jun-2004, 07:34 PM|
|TheCarolinaScotsman (CS for short) is still sleeping. A cat slips quietly from under a table and genlty rubs it's chin against Green Lady's ankle, marking her as a friend, then quickly and just as quietly moves out of sight again. Others would be discreetly marked when an opportunity arose.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 13-Jun-2004, 07:52 PM|
|Green Lady feels something rub softly against her ankle and is woken from her sleep momentarily and then dismisses it when it suddenly stopped. She soon quickly fell back to sleep, ignoring the loud music from the other side of the pub.|
|Posted by: Danann 13-Jun-2004, 09:00 PM|
Hallo, Wizard. Tha gu math, Tapadh leibh. 'Se Danann an t-ainm a th'orm-sa. A bheil thu gu math? With a smile the witch eyes the Wizard to make sure there will be no spell battle, but the man seems nice enough, and she extends a ball of light to aid in the CarolinaScotsman's reading. She wisks a blanket over the young greenlady so that she'd be cosy with the cat curling about her ankles.
OldRaven, I love the Rocky Road to Dublin, but could we perhaps have some more whiskey in the jar? I'm about out!
With a nod to the barkeep he brought the firey haired lass another shot of whiskey.
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 09:06 PM|
|The Wizard, who had only just arrived and had been hiding invisibly in the corner, chuckled at the lady's prowess with the Arts, materialized and said Och tha! Tha mi glé mhath, tapdh leibh! 'Se Ailean an t-ainm a th'orm-sa! Tha oidhche mhath ann, nach eil? Barkeep! A frosty mug of A&W, mas e do thoil e!|
|Posted by: Danann 13-Jun-2004, 09:24 PM|
|Wizard! Your Gàidhlig is wonderful! You are more than welcome to help me out any time you feel led on the Gaelic boards! I must confess, my Gaelige is better than my Gàidhlig... but I believe I am growing in both. I'd be honoured to by the next round of A&W's.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 09:31 PM|
|The Wizard, blushing from head to toe and digging his toe into the carpet, says in his best Southern accent, Aw shucks mayam, yu dun gone and mayde me blush! But thank you for the compliment and the A&W! I'm not good as I appear! Though I've been studying for about ten years, it hasn't all been continuous study. I'm a victim of a short attention span and get bored very quickly and easily. I'm still trying though! And would be glad to help out when I can!|
|Posted by: Danann 13-Jun-2004, 09:46 PM|
| *laughs* Now, I've pictured you speaking Gaelic in a southern accent! Well, I didn't mean to make you blush, but credit is given when credit is due!
Looks around the pub. It must be getting late... I must sleep... NASA security will be nothing tomorrow if I sleep at my desk! Beannachd leibh!
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 13-Jun-2004, 10:23 PM|
|And to you, my friend! Oidhche mhath! And with that he slowly fades away until he is no longer seen...|
|Posted by: oldraven 13-Jun-2004, 10:51 PM|
| Well, after four Kils,(in reality) and far too many songs, I'd best be off. I've got a lass at home who deserves much attention. Good night all.
oldraven reaches under his waist feathers and tosses a few silvers at the keep. Much more than was required, but he puts up with a lot, and deserves a generous tip.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 06:43 AM|
|Green Lady slowly opens her eyes to find the pub almost empty. She looks outside and sees that dawn had just come...Wow I must have slept REALLY long, she thought to herself. Bar Keep any breakfast ye have available, I'm not picky. She sits up and spots the cat man is still sleeping. I should probably leave him alone.. At that moment the bar keep came over with her food and she settled down to eat her breakfast.|
|Posted by: oldraven 14-Jun-2004, 07:56 AM|
| *BAM* The door swings open and a menacing silouette stands in the arch. But as he stepps forward, all see it's only oldraven, with a silly grin on his face. Top o' the mornin to ye. Set me up with some coffee, two milk, one sugar, and a nice club sandwitch. Don't be skimpy with the bacon either. And despite the fact that I'm Canadian, I don't want Canadian bacon on the sandwitch. I'll take that on the side.
*walks over to jukebox, slips in a loonie, jukebox acts silly for a moment then asks for real money. oldraven kicks it once and it swallows the coin and plays 'Barretts Privateers'* I'll take no sas from you.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 08:15 AM|
|Oh..be nice to the poor thing, we've basically stopped it from working by our own playing, no matter how bad that is.. Green Lady scowls at the kicking raven. Maybe you shouldn't have that whiskey of yours if you're going to act that way!|
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 08:16 AM|
|The door to the pub opens once more and Raven saunters in scowling. He looks as if he hasn't slept all weekend. He hops over to his favorite stool looks around noticing numerous patrons still passed out from the day before, thinks to himself, "Lushes" turns to the bar keep and says,"HEy keep how about a large order of biscuits with red eye gravy, grits, oatmeal, bacon on the side, ham, pancakes, 6 slices of toast,a plate of fried mush, 4 bagals, an English muffin and a pitcher of coffee with a pint of Old Hellfire mixed in to give it a little spark. And try to hurry as I am just a wee bit hungry." Barkeep brings huge pitcher of Irish coffee which Raven sits back and begins to sip with relish as he surveys the room. As an afterthought the Raven ads, "Oh one more thing keep, I need a large tomatoe juice, can't forget me vegitables."|
|Posted by: dundee 14-Jun-2004, 08:52 AM|
| walks in all cheery and rested from a great weekend bouncing grandchildern oh his knee buy art and listenin to to great live music over the weekend.........
good morning friends........ lemme buy ya all a round of ahhhhh milk...... *L*
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 08:56 AM|
|Raven greedily wolfing down his breakfast nods to Dundee as he enters the pub with the grand kids, heres him say he is buying a round and immediately signals the bar keep, and says,"Mmmphf whiskey...mmphghfff and i forgot to order...mphffphff...a large plate of ....hrphff... American Fries." buries beak back in plate.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 09:03 AM|
|I swear if I knew no better I would think you only ate when you were here! Green Lady nods to dundee and the grandkids. Look just like ye. Green Lady decides she has heard enough of the jukebox and goes to get the fiddle..|
|Posted by: oldraven 14-Jun-2004, 09:47 AM|
| Welcome friends, and good mornin. Green lady, if we've given the box such a rest, then it should be thankfull, and get to work. I must say, I'd rather hear it live myself, so keep on pullin that bow.
*raises coffee mug* Slainte
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 09:57 AM|
|Raven looks up briefly from plate to glare at Green Lady and pauses long enough to shove his beak full of Ginger Nuts before returning to his meal.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 10:04 AM|
|Green Lady nods in acknowledgment at the old raven and decides to ignore the glaring younger raven. Should've been a pig she thought to herself.|
|Posted by: oldraven 14-Jun-2004, 10:30 AM|
|I think he is, in spirit. oldraven thinks in return.|
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 10:53 AM|
|Bar keep offers extra syrup for pancakes, Raven waves him away with a grin that is dripping food crumbs saying, "No thanks, I'm trying to watch my girlish figure. How long until Lunch?"|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 11:15 AM|
|The Wizard, who had just arrived while invisible, materializes near the bar. Bar keep, he says, I need to let my lunch settle before I go take care of the lawn. Give me a frosty A&W.|
|Posted by: gtrplr 14-Jun-2004, 11:18 AM|
|gtrplr peeks in the door, sees many friends, checks his watch, sighs and returns to installing Linux on new computer.|
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 12:14 PM|
|Raven now finished with his breakfast sits back lights a fine cigar, sighs in content and Belches loudly.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 12:27 PM|
|Why don't you go back to listening to the juke box! I won't play for such a group of lazy drunks! Green Lady casts a glare at the raven with the cigar. She starts to pack up the fiddle.|
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 14-Jun-2004, 12:28 PM|
|TheCarolinaScotsman (CS) opens his eyes and sits up. He's been awake for a while just listening. He walks up to the bar and says to the barkeep, "Ya'll got any more o' that country ham an' redeye gravy? An' throw in some succatash an' greens if you have 'em. I wouldn't mind some nice cold fresh buttermilk if you have it." He nods and briefly winks at the Green Lady, nods and says, "Mornin', or afternoon fellers" in the general direction of the two ravens and the Owl Wizard as he walks over to the now cold hearth to flick his cigarette ashes into the fireplace. One of these days I'll quit, he thinks to himself.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 01:04 PM|
|The Wizard, who had fallen asleep in a chair by the fire, woke momentarily when the Scotsman said "afternoon fellers". Hello! he said in reply before nodding off to sleep once again...|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 01:14 PM|
|Green Lady put the fiddle back behind the bar, gathers her things, and leaves the pub to the drunks.|
|Posted by: urian 14-Jun-2004, 01:17 PM|
| Urian looks up long enough to realize he missed another chance at a duet...
Grumbling he goes outside to find a very large and mean animal to wrestle
|Posted by: TheCarolinaScotsman 14-Jun-2004, 01:36 PM|
|CS finishes his meal and calls the barkeep over. "Here's the silver I owe ye." He pulls a large flask from the fold of his kilt and adds, "Could you fill this with single malt and fix some smoked salmon and a mess o' corn fritters to go? I'll be walking the hills this night and will need a lil somethin'." He pulls some more coins from his sporan and adds, "And keep the ravens in gingernuts while I'm gone; I wouldn't want them to run short." he winks and continues, "and give owl boy some A&W when he asks." He gathers his cape and picks up the supplies from the barkeep and heads out the door accompanied by his feline friends. As the door is closing he can be heard to chuckle in a booming voice and tell the cats, "A nice friendly spot, we'll be back."|
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 01:55 PM|
|Raven continues to enjoy his Cigar as he glares at those who still remain in the pub. He thinks to himself (hmmm nice fellow with the cats,,,,, for a fellow who keeps cats as he nibbles a few gingernuts, That fiddle girl seems to be wound a bit tight though) puffs enthusiasticly on cigar. Looks towards the single window in the pub and notices rather large man wearing a Panamanian Fedora gazing in at the occupants|
|Posted by: Danann 14-Jun-2004, 02:24 PM|
| The redheaded witch poofs into the pub. Tis a long hard day I've had here at the office, and I'd love a chance to sit, sing and smile till I get called again into an evil meeting, or a harsh round of troubleshooting! How are all my dears this day?
She looks over at the Ravens, young and old, and waves her hand to replinish the gingernuts and cigars, as well as getting the OldRaven a nice aged scotch... at least fifty years of age on that pull. the witch thinks with a nod. With a smile she fills the A&W drinkers drinks as well.
I suppose since I am in here so much, I might as well take some time as the "Bar wench!"
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 02:48 PM|
|Roused again from his slumber, the wizard snorts awake with a Wha? Whazat? He notices that his mug has been filled. Looking about he spots that nice red-haired witch he had spoken to the day before. Tapadh leat, milady! he says with a smile and a wink. He takes a long drink of the ice cold ambrosia before nodding back off to sleep. As he does his robe falls open, and the owls begin to peek out and - once they are certain no cats are in sight - to venture forth...|
|Posted by: Raven 14-Jun-2004, 02:57 PM|
|Raven finnishes up his drink puts money on the bar and walks out the door|
|Posted by: gtrplr 14-Jun-2004, 03:05 PM|
|gtrplr bursts through the door. Quick, a drink, he shouts. Please be quick, I only have a moment. The redheaded witch, noticing his hurry poofs a glass of amber liquid into his hand. He downs it, smacks his lips in appreciation, bows deeply to Danann in thanks and runs out the door again muttering What was that d****d root password?|
|Posted by: Danann 14-Jun-2004, 03:06 PM|
|The redheaded witch looks at the clock and cheers with glee. Tis time for me to go home! YAY! There is much rejoicing. We might have to dine on the minstrels later to beat this rejoicing... Crickets chirp in the quiet... Guess no one knows Monty Python... ok... The embarrassed witch slinks out of the pub.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 03:07 PM|
|Green Lady walks into the pub, grateful that the drunks had started sobering up. Green Lady bows her head in acknowledgment of the red haired witch. She walks over to her. Green Lady, and yerself madam? Green Lady looks over, sees the sleeping owl man with his owls and decides not to go near them. Ciamar a tha sibh? She sits down, orders a water and waits for her answer.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 03:28 PM|
|The Wizard sputters awake, knockin gover his A&W and starling a couple of owls. Wazzat? Oh Hallo a ghràidh! he says. Summoning a mop he cleaned up his own mess before ordering another drink and climbing back into his chair. Tha gu math, tapadh leat! Agus ciamar a tha thu fhèin?|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 03:37 PM|
|Tha mi gu math. Sorry if I awoke you from your slumber, wizard of owls. You're birds are beautiful creatures. I am amazed they followed you into the pub! You would you like to hear anything? Green Lady asks motioning towards the fiddle at the back of the bar. I think I've recovered from the long playing yesterday. Maybe I could get people to come in with my playing.. Green Lady drifts off in her speech, concentrating on her thoughts. She then strides over to the bar and starts taking out the fiddle.|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 03:43 PM|
|Well, lessee...Do you know Dulaman? I can try to join you on the tin whistle, but I'm not very good just yet...|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 03:52 PM|
|Well, we could try... If it is really bad at least there aren't that many people here to hear it, who aren't drunk or unconcious.. Green Lady starts the song..|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 14-Jun-2004, 05:00 PM|
|Well, got to go. Mar sin leibh Wizard of Owls. Green Lady waves goodbye and swiftly leaves the pub. Outside in the darkness a green haze starts and ends. Where the haze had been a dragon stood and flew off into the darkness.|
|Posted by: peckery 14-Jun-2004, 05:57 PM|
|GOD GOD Y'ALL! spin splits cape walks toward the bar and says to the bar keep. "A round for the house." Moon walks back to booth in corner. Yee heee!|
|Posted by: WizardofOwls 14-Jun-2004, 08:51 PM|
|The Wizard, who was growing tired, drew the song to a close, returned his whistle to the confines of his robe, and stood. Good night all! he said, and vanished in a puff of purple smoke.|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 15-Jun-2004, 07:30 AM|
|Green Lady strood into the pub and ordered her breakfast like she had the past two days. It sure is slow in here she thought to herself. The bar keep puts her breakfast down in front of her and she starts to ear, waiting to see if anyone else was coming into the pub..|
|Posted by: Elspeth 15-Jun-2004, 08:19 AM|
| Lady Elspeth again peeps into the darkened pub, the scent of last night's cigars lingering upon the air intermingled with the morning's infusion of coffee and smokey bacon. "Breakfast has been served here," Elspeth's rumbling stomach announces to her distracted brain.
"Who is that lady just standing at the bar with her breakfast before her, eggs coagulated and mice nibbling upon her bacon?" Elspeth whispers to herself.
"Have I entered an enchanted tavern?"
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 08:26 AM|
| oldraven waltzes in, again, with a silly grin on his face. Sorry I slipped out without saying goodbye yesterday. I'm a busy bird. Busy indeed. *stands up on favorite stool* Today is a day of realisation. Of breaking bad habits. under his breath he murmurs also a day to realise pubs have drunks, and little else. Something to get used to. ((sorry greenldydragon, you're 15 and have some other ideas of what a pub's for. I'm afraid you're mistaken))
*piping up again* On that note, I'll have another coffee, another club, and a hash brown patty. No cream or sugar, just give me a few shots of O'darby's.
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 09:16 AM|
| With a bit of a tired look about her face the redheaded witch comes in to mingle with friends. 'Tis a dreary day to fit a dreary mood, or perhaps the mood was matched to the weather, be it one way or the other, I need to shake this cloud that is following me. So how 'bout a wee cupa tea with a dash of Jameson's - more than that for a dash, barkeep, don't be stingy - and let's get some rollicing music going!
That being said the young witch sips the doctored tea and attempts a smile at her friends in the pub.
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 09:31 AM|
|Why so glum, lass? Am I the only one striving in all this gloom and wet? I haven't seen a straight week of rain in three years, and b'y does it feel wicked. *taps a silly reel* Rain, rain, stay today, and come right back whenever ye may.|
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 09:54 AM|
|Raven shuffles into pub, crawls up on his stool and says, "Barkeep, a glass of water and a single grapefruit for me." nods at Oldie and depressed looking redhead lady.|
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 10:06 AM|
| Not so much glum as I am not able to wake up! Aparently my powers are tied to the sunshine, so I am feeling a bit powerless and lethargic this day. But the earth needs the rain, and Light knows that my grass needs it. But I am working on my second coffe and second mountain dew, and I still can't shake the cobwebs from my mind!
With a sigh the redheaded witch looks at the barkeep. Another of the same, if you please, and how about a spot of light to encourage the soul? With a slight wave of her hand she makes a round ball of light to which she adds a bit of water to so it looks like its dancing in time with the music. I'm feeling a little better. Must be the companionship and the whiskey. Now, Young Raven, why grapefruit??
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 11:19 AM|
|Raven consumes the entire grapefruit in a matter of seconds peel and all grimaces and washes it down with the water. "I have been diabetic since I was a hatchling and all of this wild living, with the crazy orgys of gingersnaps and whiskey has been taking it's toll. I just came from the Doctor and he said if I didn't knock off the wild living that I was likely to turn into an unruly sock monkey."|
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 11:26 AM|
|Oh, the horror! So that's how it happens.|
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 11:27 AM|
|Danann grimaces in sympathy. That would be a bad thing. No one could possibly want to be an unruly sock monkey by choice!|
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 11:43 AM|
|Indeed. Bud damn, can they dance!|
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 11:46 AM|
|True it does have certain appeals|
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 11:50 AM|
|Danann looks odly at the "Now playing page" Is it just me, or has the same song been playing over and over and over all morning?|
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 12:15 PM|
|It's not just you. This has been a problem since I first started coming to this pub. The patrons have a handful of songs they like, and no intrest in exploring new music. At all. *shrugs* That's why we play.|
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 12:52 PM|
| Raven orders some celery with hot salsa and pulls the old Morgan Monroe guitar from behind the bar and twists it's gold tuning keys until it is at a perfect 440 pitch. (Ravens are known for their keen hearing ability)
THe hand done abalone inlaid around the sound hole glints in a beam of sunlight as Raven turns around to play. take to the highway won't you lend me your name your way and my way seem to be one and the same
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 01:10 PM|
|*takes up his place at the stand up*|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 15-Jun-2004, 01:48 PM|
|Green Lady looked up at the sound of live music and realizes she must've fallen asleep so many people in the pub. Green Lady turns to the depressed looking red head. You know, I never learned ye name.. She waits for her answer while going over and getting the fiddle to join in on the fun of playing.|
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 02:32 PM|
|mama don't understand it, wants to know where I been|
|Posted by: silverdragon 15-Jun-2004, 02:52 PM|
| A shadow falls over the window for a moment... then the SilverDragon, with folded wings delicately makes her rather large way to a corner booth, the only one wide enough to accomodate her. She starts to insinuate herself onto the curving bench, when she stops and exclaims,
That darn sock monkey has been here! I know it! There are bits of grey fluff all over the seat! and he promised to come to the premiere of my first film, "Naughty Dragons Go Wild!" We held the start of the program for nearly half an hour, and he NEVER showed! Well, too bad for him, the critics loved it. But at least he could clean up after himself. *shakes her head. Wisps of smoke emerge from her nostrils.*
Oh, please forgive me for being rude. Good afternoon, gentle ravens, Green Lady, and Danaan! I'm in hopes to escape the constant repetition of children's rhymes which somehow is invading my cave. Milady, would you be so kind as to play "Tam Lin" some time during the afternoon? And barkeeper, may I please have some hot tea with cinnamon and some roast pork? *settles herself into the booth*
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 03:01 PM|
|The better looking of the 2 Ravens nods to the large silver dragon who has taken of sock monkey corner for the time being and sings I must have been some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again, but you know I can feel it|
|Posted by: silverdragon 15-Jun-2004, 03:09 PM|
|*The silver dragon's tail taps in time to the music. She breathes just the tiniest flicker of flame onto her (probably not underdone, but she takes no chances) pork.*|
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 03:13 PM|
| With a smile and a wave to the silver dragon Danann looks to the Green Lady. 'Tis as the Silver Dragon says. I am Danann, Keeper of the sacred languages, defender of the enchanted circles, and witch of the ninth order. My coven was much disturbed this morning when a group of leprechans woke them playing a song about the reasons a lass wouldn't marry a man. It almost came to blows! So I understand the plight you have, dear SilverDragon. As for the sock monkey being here, alas he was. Girating like only a sock monkey can and trying to snap his fingers until he passed out drunk. We had to ring him out before he pranced out the door... quite litterally! Some one must have spilled beer on him.
Danann cants her head to the side. I sense a great disturbence in the radio waves... it is almost as if it is scanning all the songs in the music library... odd.
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 03:19 PM|
|THe song ends and Raven sets his Morgan Monroe aside and calmly munches on Celery liberally dipped in chunky nacho sauce. Nods his approval to the Bar Keep.|
|Posted by: silverdragon 15-Jun-2004, 03:24 PM|
|Thank you for the song, Sir Raven. And barkeeper, this is most excellent tea! Almost, it reminds me of the fine tea I once had in far North Ridge... *silver dragon continues reminiscing under her breath*|
|Posted by: Danann 15-Jun-2004, 03:29 PM|
|The fire-haired witch looks at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. Looks like time for me to head towards my home, instead of my place of work. Sometimes its nice to be in two places at once! With a mischevious smile the witch snaps her fingers and disapears from the pub leaving a pile of silver coins on the bar.|
|Posted by: silverdragon 15-Jun-2004, 03:45 PM|
|* The Silver Dragon yawns hugely.* Ah, at last! the confounded rhyming has stopped! Perhaps now I can get a nap at home... Good day to you all! *she carefully makes her way to the door, leaving some silver scales on the bar.* A shadow passes over the window, then a flash of silver is seen in the distance.|
|Posted by: oldraven 15-Jun-2004, 03:47 PM|
| oldraven plucks out the final run, (or was that a walk), and stretches his neck out. Good stuff, Raven, my good lad. I'm in the mood for punk. Green Day anyone? *crickets chirp* Ramones? *tumbleweed rolls by* nobody?
Weeeeeeeeell I'd best be going anyway. Good evening everyone.
|Posted by: MDF3530 15-Jun-2004, 04:04 PM|
| I have some sad news to share...
Because of a pre-employment physical I have to take on Thursday, I will not be able to drink any beer the next couple of days ! I don't know what I'm gonna do !
Here's a good avatar I found. You Mac users will especially like it...
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 04:08 PM|
| Raven picks up guitar and starts a fingestyle riff in G another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 15-Jun-2004, 07:01 PM|
| Well, I'm afraid good Raven I must be going. Green Lady puts away the fiddle, grabs her dragon necklace, glides out the door, and changes to her other form. Good day to ye. Her voice vibrated into the pub's occupant's heads. Her green head swivled around and gave a brief nod to the Raven still playing.
(Oh and Old Raven, I am 14 at the moment. Not 15 til August, and I know drinking is usually what a pub is for, just tired of hearing bout it..)
|Posted by: Raven 15-Jun-2004, 08:53 PM|
|Huh,,, where did everyone go? well I had best be going myself. Puts guitar back behind the bar leaves coin including a generous tip and hops out the door to fly into the night, striking a dramatic silohette against the moon.|
|Posted by: Danann 16-Jun-2004, 08:46 AM|
|Danann walks into the pub with a cheery song on her lips. Tis a much better day than it was yesterday, even if there's a slight drizzle outside. Barkeep! I'd like a nice plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits and a mamosa!|
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 09:06 AM|
|Green Lady walks into the pub and notices that Danann looks much more like herself today. Better day today? She askes. Green Lady goes over to a corner booth, and slumps down into it. Very long night, last night. Bar keep can I get some orange juice over here? Green Lady closes her eyes for a moment and goes fast to sleep.|
|Posted by: Danann 16-Jun-2004, 10:20 AM|
| Danann tisks her tongue at the sleeping young girl. I guess that pulls at the mother's heart in this "Maiden Mother Crone." Well, the lass needs her sleep that's true, but better in warmth than in a chill. With a wave of her hand a nice comfy blanket settles around the GLD, and a pillow under her head.
Once that was completed Danann goes back to tapping her feet to the song playing on the music box.
|Posted by: VetteGal 16-Jun-2004, 10:23 AM|
|Nikki opens the door and looks around the room and finds two young women sitting. She decides that this looks like a friendly place so goes to a back booth and sets herself in. Places a small sign on her table telling all that she does readings, and waits. Barkeep asks if she wants something to drink. She replies "Iced Tea please sir." And also tells him she would like some breakfast if any is available.|
|Posted by: silverdragon 16-Jun-2004, 01:18 PM|
| A shadow passes over the window, then SilverDragon, with folded wings, delicately makes her rather large way to a corner booth.
Good afternoon, Ladies! Barkeeper, may I please have some hot tea with cinnamon? And perhaps, yes, fish; some grilled salmon would be nice today.
She settles herself into the booth, and takes some books and papers from a messenger bag slung around her neck; all look absurdly small for her size.
I wonder if I'm EVER going to understand this Java stuff so that I can post "Naughty Dragons Go Wild" on my website!
Her tail starts tapping to the music.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 01:29 PM|
|What, what? Green Lady stutters as she opens her eyes to find two new people had joined them in the pub. M'ladies. Green Lady bows her head in acknowledgment of the two new women in the pub. She holds up the blanket wrapped around her and nods to Danann. You're to kind. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I think I shall play for y'all. Green Lady goes over, takes out the fiddle, and looks up to see if there are any requests.|
|Posted by: silverdragon 16-Jun-2004, 01:32 PM|
| SilverDragon looks up from her books.
Milady, would you please play "Rakes of Kildare"?
Her tail twitches in anticipation.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 01:33 PM|
|Oh, but of course!|
|Posted by: tsargent62 16-Jun-2004, 02:13 PM|
| *Everyone hears something land with a THUD on the roof. Moments later, a bright light fills the tavern. When it's gone, a curious little man is standing in the middle of the room. He has a coal black face with no visible mouth or nose. He's wearing what looks like a green Roman soldier uniform with a ray gun on his belt*
<b> Greetings, Earthlings!</b>
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 02:38 PM|
|Hello there......martian is it??? Green Lady loooks doubtedly at the new member in the pub.|
|Posted by: silverdragon 16-Jun-2004, 02:57 PM|
| Startled, SilverDragon's tail stops tapping and she looks up from her books. She raises a scaly eyebrow.
Greetings, milord. You are welcome to our humble company. I'm SilverDragon. May we ask your name?
Privately, SilverDragon worries for a moment - would a dragon's fire or an alien's ray gun win out? But then she reflects that with Danaan and her skills in the pub, there is most likely plenty of power to keep this newcomer from doing damage... not to mention the presence of Green Lady, who appears to be a member of the distant tribe of shapeshifting dragons. She relaxes and sips her tea.
|Posted by: Ceciliastar1 16-Jun-2004, 02:59 PM|
| Ceciliastar walks briskly into the pub. She takes her silver cape off and hangs it on one of the wall hooks. She walks right up to the bar.
Bartender! I need a drink! she gasps
What'll you have? he asks
I'll have a Baily's on the rocks...no wait.. give me a Guiness...a pint of Guiness. she sighs.
The bartender pours her a nice tall draft Guiness and hands it to her. She throws a few coins on the counter then she finds a small empty table near the fire. She sits down and takes a sip of her Guiness. She sighs and stairs into the fire.
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 03:02 PM|
|I am Green Lady milord. Pleasure to meet you. Bows her head nicely and goes back to playing the music, calmly keeping an eye on the new guy to make sure he didn't try anything funny.|
|Posted by: Danann 16-Jun-2004, 03:04 PM|
| Danann looks at both newcomers with a small air of concern. The small man with only eyes visible concerned her a bit, but with a small wave of her hand she had the ray-gun set with a peacetie so that it would not be able to come out of the belt without ripping the... lad's uniform off, and if he was that bent on pulling his gun, she'd have him incased in ice before he got over the shock of his nakedness.
Her other concern was for the Silver Star that had just entered the pub. Dear lady, are you quite alright? Has the day been a hot or hectic one for you?
|Posted by: silverdragon 16-Jun-2004, 03:14 PM|
| SilverDragon closes her books and packs them away, giving study up as a lost cause.
I must find a place to study with some music, without strange men with blasters and upset ladies breezing in.
She puts her messenger bag around her neck, and starts carefully extracting herself from the booth.
Good afternoon, Miss. I trust you will find this place relaxing. Barkeep, here are a few scales for your excellent luncheon and tea. Thank you very much.
She walks carefully through the crowd to the door, leaving her silver scales on the bar. She turns to face the company and nods.
Good evening, folks! See you soon.
She leaves. A shadow passes across the window, then a glint of silver is seen receding into the sunset.
|Posted by: tsargent62 16-Jun-2004, 04:36 PM|
| <b>Hello! My name is Marvin and I'm from Mars. I'm sorry about my entrance. I didn't mean to startle you. But after I parked my ship on the roof I realized there weren't any stairs down.
Green Lady that is lovely music you're playing!</b>
*Marvin walks his funny little walk to the bar* <b> May I have a black and tan, please?</b>
|Posted by: greenldydragon 16-Jun-2004, 05:18 PM|
|I'm glad you enjoy it good sir. Green Lady bows her head appreciatly at the little martian. Green Ldy turns to the distressed woman still at the bar. Are you alright milady?|
|Posted by: VetteGal 16-Jun-2004, 10:07 PM|
|Nikki decides that it is time to go home so she packs up her cards and things and walks to the door and exits. As she leaves she bids the others farewell.|
|Posted by: tsargent62 17-Jun-2004, 12:41 PM|
| *Marvin looks at his watch and notices that he has lost approximately 12 hours, and remembers nothing*
<b>Hey, has anyone else noticed that time seems to have stopped for about 12 hours? No has moved, no has come or gone. I suspect some mischief afoot.</b>
*Looks comtemplatively at the other people in the tavern*
|Posted by: greenldydragon 17-Jun-2004, 12:54 PM|
|You are right, milord. It seems time has stood still for awhile, but now it won't. I must be going. Good Day. Green Lady bows slightly to the martian, Danann, and the distressed woman. She swiftly left, changed form, and flew off to become a speck in the sky.|
|Posted by: Ceciliastar1 17-Jun-2004, 01:39 PM|
|CeciliaStar takes a drink. So much has happened in the last few hours of her immortal life that she does not even notice the kind voices showing concern around her. She stares deepers into the fire. Suddenly she sees something in the fire. A large green dragon. The dragon is flying. Then she sees a man on a horse, he is bleeding. An old man she recognizes comes into the flame of the fire and picks something off of the ground. Out of nowhere a large wolf comes at her from the fire. CeciliaStar closes her eye in fear. A few seconds later she opens her eyes, the wolf is gone. She looks at the fire and nothing is there. She looks around her to see if anyone else in the room saw what she saw. She goes to push some hair behind her long pointy ears when she notices that she had been sweating profusily. She sinks into her seat hoping no one has noticed. She is exhausted. She does not know what she has seen, but the visions are getting more and more frequent and she does not know why or where they come from... She drinks a little more, then she leans back and closes her eyes to calm herself down.|
|Posted by: tsargent62 17-Jun-2004, 02:43 PM|
| *Marvin senses Celiliastar's distress using his Martian empathic abilities. Telepathically, he says to her*
<i>Are you all right? Can I help?</i>
|Posted by: Raven 17-Jun-2004, 03:05 PM|
|Raven opens the door of the pub pokes his head in, glares at the occupents, says Caw and flys off.|
|Posted by: Ceciliastar1 17-Jun-2004, 03:14 PM|
| CeciliaStar sense someone talking to her in the rare gift. She is not sure who it is.
Who are you?
|Posted by: silverdragon 17-Jun-2004, 04:08 PM|
| A shadow passes over the window, then SilverDragon, with folded wings, delicately makes her rather large way to a corner booth. She is often rather self-absorbed (forgivable, perhaps, in the generously-sized and flame-breathing) though she usually tries to be polite. Still, she does manage to notice that the distressed female she'd thought was human yesterday has, yes, quite definitely pointed ears.
She clears her throat, and tries to remember long-ago language lessons. Yes, a polite greeting to a lady, in Sindarin, was...
Good afternoon, Mr. Martian. Mai govannen, brennil! Im Celeb-ulug.
|Posted by: Ceciliastar1 17-Jun-2004, 04:56 PM|
| Ceciliastar opens her eyes hearing her native language being spoken. She turns to see a large silver dragon addressing her. Ceciliastar smiles gently at the dragon and says to the dragon in her native language
Hello. It's been a long time I've heard someone speak to me in the old language. A noble beast as yourself shows great kindess to me. I thank you.
|Posted by: silverdragon 17-Jun-2004, 05:07 PM|
| SilverDragon puzzles out the meaning of the lady's response; she hadn't thought quite far enough ahead to realize that, having started, she would actually have to CONVERSE in Sindarin... discretion, at this point, would seem to be the better part of valor... before she accidentally tries to ask, "how are you?" and utters an insult by mistake... so in the common tongue, she responds
Alas, milady, I've reached the end of what I remember of my Sindarin lessons. But you are most welcome. Barkeeper, may I please have a hot tea with cinnamon? and also, please get the Eldarin Lady another of whatever she's drinking.
|Posted by: silverdragon 17-Jun-2004, 06:33 PM|
| SilverDragon gingerly makes her way from her corner booth, past the Martian who appears to have turned into a statue, and the Elven lady who, after a second Guinness, seems to be dozing by the fire. She places two silver scales on the bar, then leans over and whispers,
Barkeeper, thanks for your fine tea. Do take care of the Elf; she seems to be in some trouble. And what's with the Martian?
The bartender shrugs. SilverDragon leaves the pub. A shadow passes over the window, then a glint of silver vanishes in the sunset.
|Posted by: tsargent62 17-Jun-2004, 09:24 PM|
| *Marvin reaches out again to Ceciliastar telepathically *
<i>Ceciliastar, it's Marvin. I sense you are distressed. Are you alright? Would you like to talk?</i>
*To Silver Dragon* Greetings, Silver Dragon! It is good to see you again. We don't have dragons on Mars, so to me you are a wonder and quite beautiful. *He walks over to her* May I be so bold as to touch one of your scales?
|Posted by: tsargent62 17-Jun-2004, 09:33 PM|
| Unfortunately, Earthlings, it is getting late. I must return to my ship for the night. I will return tomorrow.
*Telepathically to Ceciliastar* <i>I will return. If you need someone that understands and can speak discreetly, let me know.</i>
Good night all!
*The Martian touches something on his wrist. His form shimmers, then he disappears.*
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 12:22 AM|
| A shadow passes across the moon. The SilverDragon rushes into the pub; she is clearly agitated, her wings partly unfolded. She sees, though, that the Eldarin Lady is still sleeping, and controls her movements, though some smoke still escapes from her nostrils. She goes over to the bar, and whispers urgently.
Bartender, have you seen a stapled document, about 2 cm thick? I lost my script, and I have a meeting with some investors tomorrow!
The bartender waves away the smoke from his face. Without a word, he reaches under the bar and pulls out the script. He looks mildly amused.
Oh, thank you, thank you! I'll let you know how the meeting goes, but I need to get some sleep beforehand. Good night!
SilverDragon puts her precious script into her messenger bag, spies a blanket on the floor and pulls it over the sleeping elf. She leaves the pub. A shadow crosses the moon, and quiet once again returns to the pub. The bartender starts putting chairs on top of the tables.
|Posted by: SCShamrock 18-Jun-2004, 06:02 AM|
|SCShamrock awakens in a place frighteningly unfamiliar. He scans his surroundings with utter bewilderment, unable to indentify anything he sees, or for that matter, hears. There seems to be some sort of communication going on here, as he can distictly recognize the cadence of conversation. Unfortunately for poor Shamrock, even the remote possibility of those sounds being human will do no more to help him understand where he is than does the focus his eyes are regaining. Shamrock feels as though he has somehow been transported to another place, or dimension. "This is not my homeland" he mutters silently, a cold chill ebmracing his body as he finally recognizes his own voice.|
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 07:59 AM|
| *The air next to the sleeping elf shimmers and, suddenly, the Martian materializes. He sees SCShamrock looking very bewildered. The beautiful young elf is still sleeping and he doesn't want to disturb her. He walks over to the bewilered man.*
<b>Greetings, Earthling! I'm Marvin and I'm from Mars. Are you alright?</b>
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 10:38 AM|
|*Marvin is beginning to wonder if the bewildered man can hear and if the elfin chick will ever wake up so he'll have someone to talk to.*|
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 11:52 AM|
| A shadow passes over the window... and a large silver head pokes in through the door.
Good morning, Mr. Martian! Dang, what IS it with this place? A stasis spell? TWO of 'em now. Anyway, I'm off to pitch my script; can't stay right now, but I thought I'd stop by and say hello. I'll stop in for a long chat this afternoon.
The head dissappears from the door. A shadow passes over the window, and a glint of silver flicks off into the distance.
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 11:54 AM|
|*Marvin is beginning to get irritated. He's been hanging out in the tavern all day and there's no one to talk to. *|
|Posted by: oldraven 18-Jun-2004, 12:08 PM|
| *BAM* The doors swing open and oldraven waltzes in. Did ye miss me? Of course you did. he says before waiting for an answer.
Keep, I'll take a pint of cider with a shot of the Glen. He looks about and notices there are three new faces, and none familiar but the keep. What's the story, Ham? He asks the barman. Ham simply shrugs back, as usual. What a talker. is that a martian? he thinks to himself.
No matter. So, who's who, and what are we drinking?
|Posted by: Raven 18-Jun-2004, 12:14 PM|
|Raven slips into the pub and sidles up to his usual stool,"Keep,I'll have a vermouth and Gin in honor of our little friend over there," waves a wing at the martian and raises glass before taking a sip.|
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 12:31 PM|
| *Marvin glances warily at the 2 ravens seated at the bar. He decides to be friendly. It is their planet after all*
<b>Greetings, Earthling birds! I'm Marvin. I'm from the planet Mars. Isn't that wonderful? Hmm?</b>
|Posted by: Raven 18-Jun-2004, 01:13 PM|
|Musters his best grin, which ends up looking more like a grimace, and says,"Afternoon Mars Creature, I hope our planet is not blocking your view of the Sun."|
|Posted by: oldraven 18-Jun-2004, 01:37 PM|
|I'm looking into flying a little higher than usual. Any advice on a nice planet with purple beaches?|
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 01:46 PM|
| A shadow passes over the window. SilverDragon half-heartedly folds her wings and enters the pub. Her head hangs dejectedly. Her wings droop. Her tail drags. Even her scales aren't shining with their usual sparkle. She shuffles over to the corner booth, and drapes herself in discouraged loops about it.
Barkeeper, ... a double... no, make that a triple espresso.
The bartender brings her espresso, and whispers a question.
No, nothing to eat, thank you, I'm just not hungry.
Belatedly she remembers her manners, and faintly nods at the other patrons.
Hello, Mr. Martian, and gentlemen Ravens.
She stirs her espresso with a claw, and starts muttering to herself.
Too many mating flights... it's about young dragons, in Cancun, for gods' sake. Restricting my artistic freedom...
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 02:02 PM|
| *Walks over to Silver Dragon*
<b>Oh, no! Miss Dragon, what happened? Didn't they accept your script?</b>
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 02:13 PM|
| *SilverDragon looks up. A sympathetic ear - she assumes there are ears under the helmet - is welcome. She sighs heartily, and rather smokily.*
They said there are too many mating flights in it. "It's not suitable for general release - the MPAD will NEVER give it an R rating." I don't understand it! My first film, "Naughty Dragons Go Wild" is playing in the "CandyDragons Playhouse" theater chain, and making tons of money! Best weekend opening ever! I've proven I can produce an entertaining film on time and under budget. What do they want?
*She puts her - elbow? - on the table and leans her head on her claw.*
|Posted by: Elliot Fullerby 18-Jun-2004, 02:17 PM|
| Elliot Fullerby walked by outside the pub, when he noticed the oddet thing hanging above it. A small, flying saucer.
Well, that stinks. Like week-old Limburger, he said, standing and looking at it. Elliot stood at about five and a half feet tall, and had on a leather pilot's jacket with a black-and-white horizontal striped t-shirt underneath it, with blue jeans. He walked with a quarterstaff, though he clearly didn't need its aid for the most part. Around his neck was a small pendant with a fire symbol on it.
He looked at the sign ouside. Two smiley faces, facing each other with mouths open.
The Chit-Chat Pub, eh? Never been in here before.
He walked in and found a Martian and a dragon conversing with each other. The bartender politely asked him to turn in his quarterstaff. In the process, Elliot requested some Pepsi and some chips.
Sounds like a bad joke... He muttered under his breath. He caught something about a script and decided to sit in a nearby (Unoccupied, of course) booth.
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 02:23 PM|
| *Using his empathic senses, the Martian can tell that Silver Dragon is wounded very deeply by this rejection.*
<b>Are the other dragons in the movie sliver like you? If so, I'm sure the film was a thing of great beauty and grace. </b>
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 02:33 PM|
| Well, some were... the lead male, though, was this very charming little bronze... the president of the CandyDragon chain said she'd never had a film for her theaters that had such a well-developed plot...
She notices the new patron in the leather jacket, who seems to be listening in. Seeing a chance to widen her audience and gain more sympathy, she addresses him.
Hello, there. Are you new to the pub? I'm SilverDragon.
|Posted by: tsargent62 18-Jun-2004, 02:37 PM|
| *While speaking with Silver Dragon, Marvin senses some curious vibrations coming from a man in a nearby booth. "I'll have to keep an eye on that one", he thinks to himself.*
*He also notices the young elf girl is still sleeping. The man who was sitting there so bewildered in the corner is looking even more bewildered. "Martians, dragons and 2 talking ravens. No wonder.", thinks he.*
|Posted by: Raven 18-Jun-2004, 02:56 PM|
|gobbles olive out of glass, Notices stranger walking in and turning in quarter staff,Caw gives him the big hairy eye. Motions Bar keep to bring glass of whiskey.|
|Posted by: Elliot Fullerby 18-Jun-2004, 02:57 PM|
| Elliot took this chance to introduce himelf. Why, yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Silver Dragon. The name's Elliot.
For his part, Elliot was wary of the martian, who certainly seemed to be the one from the saucer.
Out of curiosity.... just how many flights were there?
|Posted by: silverdragon 18-Jun-2004, 03:03 PM|
|You mean mating flights? in my script? *thinks a moment* Well, there was one over the lake, and two over the castle, and then there was... Fourteen.|