Located in scenic TOWN, the MLT is the most popular tavern in the area. People come here for a drink, as a place to stay, or just to cause mayhem.

The employees of the Memory Loss Tavern include:

Ghurin, Dwarven Bartender
Gabriella, Human Waitress
Scruffy, Human Janitor
Graham, Gnome Waiter

The tavern serves a variety of drinks, and can make some by request.

Rules:
1. Don't break stuff.
2. No Bar Brawls.
3. No stealing.

((Feel free to make your entrance, remember, character wise, the sky's the limit!))

A hooded humanoid walks into a bar.
Ouch.

So instead, he goes into the Tavern, because he is bored.

The dwarven bartender, Ghurin, looks at the man.

Och, that looks like it hurt, want a drink? Alcohol cures all wounds. Ghurin smiles at the man behind his heavy beard.

Sure, just give me something cold.

Ghurin makes a nice cold beer for the man.

So what brings you around these parts? Ghurin asks, cleaning a mug.

I was bored thinking about thinking, so I decided to get a drink.

Well stranger, we got plenty 'o that here. Make yourself at home.

Just then a halfling with a hawk perched on his shoulder walks into the bar. He sits on a stool and glances over at Mystery Hood Guy.

Hey.

Greetings. How are you today? The halfling seems to be eerily calm. The hawk looks at the hooded man slightly confused.

I'm doing good now that I have this beer, how about you.

He glares at the hawk with a "what are you looking at?" expression, though it probably won't notice with the hood.

I believe it is a good day as well. Depending on one's definition of good. I have enough to eat, and I have shelter, that is enough.

The hawk stops looking confused, and turns to the halfling.

((Oh god, this character sounds like a hippy :P))

I was just thinking about the word "good," then I wondered if pancakes could also be a lie.

((Kind of.
I should probably figure out what my character is...
eventually.)) <_< :P

That's reasonable, pancakes are quite enjoyable.

The halfling has blue tattoos and is wearing a tribal vest and a bone and feather necklace.

So what do you do during your days?

Okay, my guy is smoking and the smoke covers what is inside the hood. He is wearing all long sleeves, as well as gloves.

I mostly just wander around, seeing the town. Here with Kamii. Elohiim pats the hawk on the head.

Cool.
He, I shall refer to him as Bob for now, sips his beer.

((This is why I use one of my less used TOWN characters here))

Yes it is "cool" as one may say...

The bird looks at Bob.

Who's this weirdo? The Hawk says, its voice sounds female.

Kamii... The halfling sighs.

The window seems to explode as a small pixie hurtles through it. "WHEEEEE!!!!!" He flies around the room once, lands on a bar stool and seems to pass out, face first on the counter.

((Currently, I have like one town character. The rest moved away. <_< ))

Yeah, cool is a cool word that you can use for many cool things that are cool.

"Weirdo"? Why, I am Bobocus the Cool! besides, how many talking hawks have you seed in your life? Then again, this being the town...

Quite a few actually. Myself for one. Kamii says proudly.

The halfling looks at the pixie.

Are you okay?

Bobocus the Cool takes a look at the pixie and shrugs.

He wonders what to do.

The pixie bolts upright, Quite fine thanks. Got any strawberries?

No. Anyone know any good drinking games?

Umm... The halfling looks at Ghurin, the bartener.

Och, yes. The bartender takes out a bowl of fresh strawberries.

Kamii, the hawk, looks at the pixie, probably around the same size as it.

Food?

No Kamii.

D'awww...

Hm, a talking hawk. Just be careful birdy that you don't try to pick the wrong kind of fight. the pixie says with a half-crazed smile.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe........ {hmmm, i should think of a name} takes a couple and starts casting something on them.

You seem to be an interesting fellow...

More like annoying.

Annoyingly interesting? Interestingly annoying?

Haha! Ruyine takes one of the strawberries and throws it at the ground. It explodes into a large reddish-pink cloud, obscuring the pixie and the area around him. It smells very strongly of fruit. It works perfectly!

The bowl of strawberries disappears into the cloud.

...okay.

Excuse me for asking... But why did you require the strawberries in the first place? Elohiim asks, slightly confused.

Well, ya can't really use other kinds of fruit for this sort of thing; they all have different effects. Hey bartender, whatcha got in the way of exotic drinks?

A couple strawberries fly out of the thinning cloud, one directed at Bobocus.

{they just explode, smell like concentrated strawberries, and surround the area with smoke}

Interesting... Are you some sort of fruit mage?
Or just a fruity mage. :P
Kamii, be nice...

Interesting...
Bobocus the Cool starts to think some more.

Fruity would be another way to describe mad, crazy, batty, and insane, most of which may apply to me, Ruyine, in half parts.

Hey bartender! You sleeping? Or is there no exotic drinks to be found here?

Whuh. Uh... It's difficult. I had to go into the wilderness to milk the dragonflies...

Here you go, the most exotic drink I can make.

He passes Ruyine a glass with some sort of green and pink striped drink, with a citrus wedge from a fruit that is purple.

Oooo! Thank ya! Ruyine tastes it and throws a couple strawberry smokebombs out the window he came in.

Nameless walks into the bar.

(( Well, since Remember is an ABR story, and Nameless is in ABR, I don't see why not. ))

Nameless most likely should get a bump on his forehead, as walking into objects tends to do that.

Mister Reaper... Am I dead?

Ruyine throws strawberries around, engulfing about half the room in the pink, fruity smoke.

Oww.
What?

Nameless rubs his head.

Bobocus continues smoking. He suspects that Nameless might be here for him, so he says nothing and keeps to himself.

This is good! Hey bartender, what's it made with?

You don't want to know, trust me...

Nameless sits down at the bar and puts a platinum piece down rubbing his head.
Just get anything.

Yessir! Right away sir!

I'mnotdeadI'mnotdeadI'mnotdeadI'mnotdead

Pardon? :huh:

Ummm... Aren't you... Death?

A extremely loud noise shakes the building and cracks appear on a window (not the pixie's window) Running feet's are heard and the door opens, a small humanoid wearing a woollen cloak and smelling like rotten egg and burnt spices with an undertone of something alcoholic which might gives a dizzy feeling to the smaller creatures (the hawk and the pixie) rush in and slam the door behind him, He looks panicky out the window and scared tells the Bartender:
Please d-don't tell them I-I'm here. I-it was an accident, but they w-wanna kill me. He looks around presumably for an escape, but stops at Nameless, he falls halfway down in chock and utters: NO! P-please don't take me away O r-reaper of souls I d-don't wanna die He throws something at Nameless which explode in a gassy cloud smelling like the alcoholic smell from him effectively knocking out the one hit.. Too bad he missed Nameless and instead hit a hafling waiter entering the room (he'll wake up if you trow water at his face or waits half a hour)


(I don't know much about the TOWN, can I join without a town character)

EDIT: He has some sort of small animal laying around his neck but all the others can see is a scaled tail and small red eyes in the dark of his hood

((Sure thing. But you can't state that it will dizzy the smaller creatures, you can say it may dizzy them.

Ugh, what's that smell?

Uhm He looks down at his cloak It's probably the mix I tried to clean up with, it seems like it was explosive
His eyes swifts around the room, then he runs into the room which the waiter came from dropping water on him to wake him and hides in there (where the waiter came from not the water) Please don't tell them I'm here he utters before hiding. A few seconds later some people wearing clothes with a restaurant's name and a weaker version of the hiding guy's smell storm in
Have you seen that stupid little moron who blew up my kitchen!! The biggest of them yells angry at the bartender with spit flying like rain from him (the big guy not the bartender) Some of his men start flipping tables looking for someone.


(I fixed my previous post SoG. Is this post okay, they'll leave if told that he ain't here but if told he is.. Then it ain't my fault (how would you react if trapped in there, pretty damaging I could imagine, and this guy blew something up before coming!))