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#Post#: 8265--------------------------------------------------
Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: November 28, 2016, 2:03 pm
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Proud and exalted in the aura of a holy blaze, a beacon of hope
and joy is lit once again; a slightly wonky neon sign reading
'BAR' slouches against a ferrocrete wall. Two crossed
chainswords glisten, the once fiendish weapons now blunt and
utilised as door handles for a mightily impressive glass doorway
beneath a stylish stone arch. The building is styled in the
common Gothic theme of the surrounding masonry of other
buildings, yet the yellow light pouring from endless streams of
windows gives this particular building a warm character.
Inside, you would not be wrong in thinking that the kindled
embers of a kindly atmosphere expressed outside is carried on to
the interior. One would be humbled by the hardwood floorboards
and maroon painted plaster walls decorated with trinkets from
across the galaxy: a mounted plaque of a one eyed Lictor's head,
a Boltgun with the case painted in the style of Kazimir
Malevich, and a large painting of the Primarch Fulgrim, amongst
many more. The jukebox, as always, contains every track anyone
could possibly imagine, but gathers dust in a rare moment of
silence. A more shadowy and secluded seating area split off from
the main room hisses at you as you walk by.
A bar peers out from the right wall, spanning the whole width of
the room. Traversing rows of round tables and chairs - some
tables against the walls with cushioned benches - one would
reach this bar and gaze upon the mountainous peaks of wines and
spirits, whiskeys and beers, stacked up. Glasses like icicles
hang from the ceiling. One is taken in the bionic hand of the
barman. An Astartes one would presume, from the height and
muscular form hidden beneath pearl white robes, pours a Cadian
Black into a wine glass and tilts his head back while the
substance negotiates his scarred lips and disappears from view.
Dark, crimson eyes look back, enticing you in with a chilling
smile. "We have new guests." He exclaims, loud enough for Terra
to hear. "Do come in, come in, for it has been too long since we
were gathered here for good news."
#Post#: 8275--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: November 28, 2016, 4:40 pm
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"you got absinthe?"
*Muffin appears from underneath the counter, where she's been
sleeping since the last time*
#Post#: 8276--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: November 28, 2016, 4:43 pm
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Meros places a bottle on the bar. He opens it and slides it
across to her. "One absinthe for the lady."
#Post#: 8281--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Norabder
Date: November 29, 2016, 4:22 am
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*walks in and nods a greeting to the barman * one Chadian black
#Post#: 8283--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: November 29, 2016, 9:44 am
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The barman brandishes a bottle of Cadian Black from behind him
and whisks it into the air, catching it and cracking the cap off
the top with a satisfying hiss. He proceeds to pour it onto a
pint glass and slides it over the bar. "One Cadian Black for a
good sir."
Meros takes a sip of his own beverage before speaking again.
"So, I wonder when our guests of honour will be arriving."
#Post#: 8284--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: cyratis
Date: November 29, 2016, 2:12 pm
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The door is thrown open and clashes against the wall with a
mighty thump, another thump soon follows, it is that of an
Astartes.
Not just any Astartes, for this was the one and only Godfrey de
breton, cast out from (insert chapter here) seemingly lifetimes
ago(read: 54 years, 14 months, 2 weeks, 1 day, 18 hours, and 20
minutes ago). His stride was mighty across the bar as he was
trailed by his small army of minstrels( read: gang of sickly
mutant clones with an average life span of 15 minutes).
He slammed his fist on the bar and said,
"I'll have whiskey, shaken not stirred"
#Post#: 8285--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: November 29, 2016, 3:20 pm
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Meros nods and immediately grabs a whiskey, pouring a small
glass and sliding it briskly to the new arrival. "Excellent
choice, sir. Would the minstrels like drinks?"
#Post#: 8286--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: cyratis
Date: November 29, 2016, 3:55 pm
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"They subsist on Moss and toilet water only, If I gave them
anything else they would think I was being merciful and we can't
have that now can we?"
#Post#: 8287--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: Apothecary Meros
Date: November 29, 2016, 4:00 pm
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"I suppose so..." He leans upon the bar. "Try not to break the
door next time though."
#Post#: 8288--------------------------------------------------
Re: Good grief! Another bar thread!
DIR By: cyratis
Date: November 29, 2016, 4:46 pm
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"Oh that's no issue, MINTRELS! fix door!"
The group of 5 leaking, dripping, and overall disgusting
creatures shamble on over to the door and proceed too in their
own way, fix it. One of them grabs a hammer and starts banging
indiscriminately, another starts to chew on said door, the 3rd
begins to lick the part of the wall that had been damaged, the
4th grabs a screw driver and proceeds to poke their own eye out,
and the 5th grabs some Spackle".
"See?, that ones got the hang of it!, they'll figure this out
eventually!"
Godfrey says, filling with pride.
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