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pantheon_rp2012-12-07 04:52 pm
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now open for business!
[Right, so anyone exploring the Radiant Plane might eventually encounter a sign that reads, in nice big, and bold black letters, MIDNIGHTON. If anyone was wondering why Slick hadn't introduced himself properly, aside from popping up whenever someone else introduces himself, this is why.
He's been busy building a small city in the space he's claimed. Despite this, all the streets and buildings are blocked off - save one. It's right on the edge of his space, so anyone can freely enter and exit. A sign reads in rather flashy neon MIDNIGHTON BAR LOUNGE. Below the sign, a smaller one reads NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS.
Inside, there's chairs and tables set up. A considerable variety of nondescript carapacians, both white-shelled and black-shelled, staff the place. There's also a number of them milling about, though they're clearly nonsentient constructs. A piano's been set up towards the middle of the massive room, and Slick himself is there, playing some songs of his own composition.
Further inside, past the piano, is the Lounge half of the place. Armchairs and low tables are spaced out considerably in this half, with the music from the bar half only barely drifting in. Fewer carapacians lounge about, their mindless chatter providing a calming background noise.
One should also note, of course, that even if you came in at ground level, the lounge area somehow has massive glass windows that give way to a stunning view of the cityscape outside.
And...everyone who cares to receive it should be getting a voice-only message telepathically now.]
so this is spades slick
god of hatred and all that
some o' ya know me, some o' ya don't
anyway i got a bar over here that needs customers
and in case ya didn't get the hint
my bar's open for business
ya want a drink i got drinks
ya wanna relax i got it covered
so mosey yer asses on over here all quick like
and hey since it's opening night, i'll even play a song fer ya all
how's that?
8)
[Cue some piano music coming through the connection.]
He's been busy building a small city in the space he's claimed. Despite this, all the streets and buildings are blocked off - save one. It's right on the edge of his space, so anyone can freely enter and exit. A sign reads in rather flashy neon MIDNIGHTON BAR LOUNGE. Below the sign, a smaller one reads NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS.
Inside, there's chairs and tables set up. A considerable variety of nondescript carapacians, both white-shelled and black-shelled, staff the place. There's also a number of them milling about, though they're clearly nonsentient constructs. A piano's been set up towards the middle of the massive room, and Slick himself is there, playing some songs of his own composition.
Further inside, past the piano, is the Lounge half of the place. Armchairs and low tables are spaced out considerably in this half, with the music from the bar half only barely drifting in. Fewer carapacians lounge about, their mindless chatter providing a calming background noise.
One should also note, of course, that even if you came in at ground level, the lounge area somehow has massive glass windows that give way to a stunning view of the cityscape outside.
And...everyone who cares to receive it should be getting a voice-only message telepathically now.]
so this is spades slick
god of hatred and all that
some o' ya know me, some o' ya don't
anyway i got a bar over here that needs customers
and in case ya didn't get the hint
my bar's open for business
ya want a drink i got drinks
ya wanna relax i got it covered
so mosey yer asses on over here all quick like
and hey since it's opening night, i'll even play a song fer ya all
how's that?
8)
[Cue some piano music coming through the connection.]
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[If you're looking for a good kick to last you a moon cycle though, you might wanna go to another bar.]
Slick may be rough around the edges but I commend his taste. He would make an excellent host.
so triggered
I AM NOT AN EXCELLENT HOST.
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I didn't realize that was a bad thing?
STILL TRIGGERED
IT'S A BAD THING IF I SAY IT IS AND IT IS.
[Whoops, old habits do die hard, He's got a knife out and is waving it around as he rants rather incoherently about excellent hosts and snowmen and time travel and frogs.]
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[...he hasn't tested if he can summon demons here and he doesn't want to find out.]
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I don't haveta fuckin' make sense ta ya if I don't wanna because I fuckin' make sense ta myself!
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Oh my. Perhaps not with a temper like that.
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You shut up!
[rant rant rant rant]
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No, Slick. You are the one spouting nonsense. You would do well to leave my colleague be. He has done nothing wrong and neither have I.
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NO ONE'S ALLOWED TO SAY THOSE WORDS HERE.
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Put up a sign next time and back off.
[His hand goes to his arm terminal. He's not going to start a fight, but he'll end it.]
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[Whoops getting hysterical there...]
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[Well, he's not as loud as earlier now. Looks like he's slightly starting to calm down.
>Keep trying to talk him down?]
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I will say whatever I please. I never had any ill intentions toward you.