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*Pulls out some animal hide along with a needle and thread*

"I once dreamed of being a surgeon...does that count?"

"ummm that isnt creepy or strange in any way at all..."

Charley slowly edges away from Septim

*Septim pours Arvious a very large amount of Septim Shots, somehow not running out of alcohol in the process.

"I love these magical bottles and pumps!"

*Arvious jumps through the doors of the room labeled 'Inactivity' and backflips over the bar and onto his seat.

"Hey, can I have a fine wines for all my friends?"

*Arvious I through VI jumps out of the room.

*Kicks Septim out from behind the bar*

"Fine if no one is going to do anything around here..."

*Serves the Arvious sp@m clones fine wine*

"Jeez...it is like you all are getting lives...I mean you don't see ME leaving here do you???"

Arvious VII Report 9/15/2008 7:23:17 PM	*Arvious jumps through the doors of the room labeled 'Inactivity' and backflips over the bar and onto his seat. "Hey, can I have a fine wines for all my friends?" *Arvious I through VI jumps out of the room.
Prince Tiber Septim IV 9/16/2008 6:45:19 AM	*Septim starts whining. "I'm tired...and hungry...I want a pony..."

"He asked for wine, and the picture of Cage made me laugh!"

*Septim looks down at the stab wound and shrugs. He then drinks a glass of whiskey and the whiskey pours out of his wound into Slasher's mouth.

"Interesting..."

Charley Deallus III walked into the tavern and looked around.  Dust had begun to settle on the once prosperous and fun filled Tavern of the Three Headed Dragon.  He wandered into the center area and whispered to himself.

"Yes, times sure have changed havn't they?...from when the first patrons came here and made this place into what it is remembered for.  Now...it is forsaken, abused, and broken down.  Is there no one who would bring people here...to bring back the golden ages!? Yes, times change, people change, but does that mean that a place like this becomes forgotten?! Where are those that would come in here, have a drink, tell a funny story, or do something funny? Where are those people who would come in to live a little? Has the quality of patrons fallen so far? Are they not willing to fight to bring back the times they loved? Are they...giving up on this place? Well, I already know my answer...NO I shall NOT give up on this place..."

Charley walked over to the bar, the location of much of the excitement that filled the tavern.  He sighed and looked around at the dust covered tables, the corner of the room where many passed out drunk, and the bathroom that Scientist had converted into a bunker.  The beer pit where many had gone for a swim was now empty and filled with cobwebs and dust.

"Can we not bring back those days...?"

Charley walked behind the bar and found several dust rags and began wiping down the counter while he thought back on the olden days of fun and merriment.  He would do something to help this old place...to give it what it deserved besides being forgotten beneath the dust of time.  He slowly began cleaning up the tavern...polishing tables and countertops, cleaning up cobwebs and washing glasses, and restocking the dwindling supplies of drinks.

"The wine supply needs a refilling though.  Not that I would have anything to do with it." >_>

*Sigh*

"I guess no one really wants so save this place...I guess I shall take the example of those from the past and say goodbye to this place.  It is not the same as it used to be and I think that there will be no recovering at the rate things have been going.  I enjoyed the times my ancestors have spent here, and I wish the best for everyone else...so long."

Charley Deallus III, stood up and walked to the door.  Before he walked out the door, he turned around for one last time...to remember the times that had been spent here, and then he walked out of the tavern...never expecting to return again.

Arvious thanks, i hope you are happy in stopping me bothering to write here again, if it is all speach no real need for speach marks. If i can't spell oh well. My style my rules. Though i accept that 'somethink' is really and am hitting myself for that.

*Arvious grabs his megaphone.

"God, Charley, you just killed my left ear!"

*Wanders into the tavern and sits down at a table*

[[OOC: Well I have looked back on the events here...and between Septim leaving for his stupid boycott, I have decided to return here and help keep this place alive.  Time to discard my formal way of speaking and finally be who I should be here...oh and Septim, take it down juuuust a little]]

"Those fools at the castle did not have beers or ales! Rediculous I say!"

"Septim, inject me with a barrel of some high sugar-concentrated drink."

[[Order:  Hell. :-) ]]

*Septim gives Arvious a coke and Charley an ale.

"Now...time for a song! Bard! Wait...we don't have a bard...just hum something then!"

*Slaps Arvious*

He said to hum something, not make me wanna vomit on the floor.  I will give it a shot as soon as I finish my drink.

*Goes to sip his ale and finds that it is made of plastic*

Er...

*Takes the poison and sniffs at it*

"You sure this stuff is edible?"

*Puts a tiny bit on his tongue and swallows it*

"Ack! Ick! Erk!"

*Turns orange and runs out the door*

*walks in, smashes crickets, puts it on a plate and hands it to Septim* "You just got served" *walks out*

"I dunno, I wasn't paying attention,"  Arvious VII said.  "Septim, make yourself useful and get me a bottle of rum... with rum in it."

[[Order: Rum]]

"Thanks!"

*Arvious drinks it all in one gulp, then starts shaking.

"What the hell is this stuff!?!?!"

*Arvious falls on the floor having a spasm.

"H-ho-w the h-e-ll am I supp-posed to dri-ink it!?!?!"

*Arvious continues to spasm.

*Arvious stops shaking and gets up.

"Thanks."

[[Order:  Actual rum -_-]]

"...Never mind, time for rum!"

*Arvious drinks it all in one gulp, and then falls out the back of his chair, drunk.

*Septim walks in.

"Thank you Charley...now get back over where you belong!"

*Septim picks Charley up from behind the bar and drops him onto one of the barstools. He then jumps behind the bar and begins cleaning a glass.

*Septim beats Charley over the head with a fire extinguisher.

"That was for not drinking as much as possible during your short reign, and this is for being honest..."

*Septim slides Charley an ale.