The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Woods is back wrote:

How is everyone doing this fine afternoon?

Tired as hell, I see your still alive.

Pours some good ol whisky for them and himself, before turning on some music

Hows live.

Orang-utang wrote:

Drops out of the oak beams of the roofspace like a sack of potatoes onto the floor of the bar, sniffing around at any remaining scent of the Seltzer boy and Lake of fur; his old friends.

Howard gives him a sad smile

Sorry buddy. Their not around anymore. Do you want some banana juice?

Drunkndisorderly wrote:

Not that he was never gone, just not posting on the RMB.

Which is the same thing as vanished without a trace. Out of sight, out of mind--and several of our staff certainly are out of their minds.

Brocklandia wrote:

Which is the same thing as vanished without a trace. Out of sight, out of mind--and several of our staff certainly are out of their minds.

That they are.

Howard beale wrote:

You need to order a drink with that. What’ll it be?

Get me a black coffee

*a bush rustles up to the bar and orders whatever it is that bushes order*

Amaan Land wrote:

Get me a black coffee

Anacin wrote:

Pours a black coffee
Most likely the tamest thing here

Okay, now I'm curious--does the coffee come in other colors? Puce, perhaps? Off-blue? Fluorescent stripes?

Amaan Land wrote:

Can’t drink I’m here on official business

Which is a reason for everyone else to drink. I assume you're buying this round for the house?

Welcome to the Bar, New marta dane. Sit wherever you like. Menus are on the tables, and specials are on the board, so just holler when you're ready to order ... or if the dinner special gets loose and chews on your ankle. Cheffy assures me it has had its shots.

Amaan Land wrote:

I work in the LCN foreign affairs department and this fine region is one of my assignments, I was delivering an update from the League

Deliveries in the rear, please, back by the storage room. If you see something with fur, teeth, and claws, that's TheOrc. Ask him to sign for the delivery.

Long time no see!

Howard beale wrote:

Howard picks it up

We don’t want anything your selling!

I'm not selling any- hang on. *Speaking to someone nearby* Hey! Be careful with that material, it is very, very dangerous and possibly mutative! *Resumes speaking on the phone* Sorry, work stuff. Anyway, I'm not calling to sell anything, I'm- wait. Is that you Howard beale? Could you put someone who works at the Bar on the line?