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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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Bean, having walked into the tavern in time to hear the last comment, decides that this is not worthy of a man, and as such decides that Ant should be punished. He grabs Ant and hangs him over the big tree which was fortunatly outside the inn with a rope hanging from it. | ||||
Bean decides that his good deed deserves a well earned drink. [[ Order: Beer]] | ||||
a local man points out that ants can't be hung. | ||||
Bean thinks that ants cannot talk either, and wonders if the local man relises that. | ||||
the local man pauses for a moment then states that the ant didn't talk but simply thought 'wibble' with enough force to heard by us in our minds. | ||||
Charley Deallus walks into the tavern, his cloak blowing behind him due to the cold wind that blew outside. "Whew, I am here only for a short time in order to quench my thirst. Septim! I would like a heated ale to warm my bones! You two sirs should really stop your fighting before "He" comes and breaks it up..." [[Order: Heated Ale]] | ||||
the ant thought 'well the local man would we in a fight, if it came to that' | ||||
*Septim walks over and slams Ant's and Bean's heads together. He then fills the orders after heating Charley an ale. "You two quit fighting...bad for business, or is it good for business? Hell if I know..." [[OOC: Go on if you want, just be detailed and no god-modding...]] | ||||
Bean, after recovering from the unexpected attack walks over and shakes Spetims hand, thanking him for knocking Ant out, and ording in the same breath. "I'll have what he's having, it looks good."
[[Order: Heated Ale]] | ||||
Charley sips his ale "Ahh...nothing like a hot drink to drive away the cold...times have been rough lately." | ||||
*Septim pours Bean a heated ale. "Nice choice, though if you want something really warm, try the Dragon Brew..." | ||||
Bean drains the ale in one long mouthfull, lingering over the last bit, then decides he has time for another. "That Dragon Brew sounds like it might be just what i need, Septim." [[Order: Dragon Brew]] | ||||
"Did you say a Dragon Brew eh? That sounds interesting so I shall have that also. If I fall asleep just hit me with something." | ||||
{{OOC how can an ant have its head smashed againts a humans and the human beeing nausated}} The local man lays it Mr bean as he caused his friends (the ant) death. | ||||
Bean, wondering why the local man is having a cry about an insignificant ant, tells him to either walk out the door or be thrown out the door. He hopes he chooses to be thrown out, as he enjoys his dragon brew. | ||||
another ant thought 'if the local man was punching Mr Bean anh he (Mr Bean) was talking this would happen: The dragon brew flew into air and droped onto a woodern table, setting off a small fire. Mr Bean fell over with the local man ontop of him while still half way throught his speech.The local man hit him in the face 5 times untill the flow of talk stopped. And then the local man would get up and ask the bar man for a IPA [[order: IPA]] | ||||
Waking up a short time later with a sore face, Bean notices that his drink had been spilled. Muttering to himself about the dangers of drinking and falling off your seat only to have strange dreams where ants could talk, he staggers to his feet and after thanking the barman for his hospiality, stumbles outside to clear his head. | ||||
the local man tells Mr Bean ' the ant didn't talk ' | ||||
Bean, being outside at the time was unable to hear the conversation, and deciding his head is clear enough for another delicious Dragon Brew heads back inside the tavern. To his horror the local man is still in there unable to get over the fact he is defending ants, so Bean promptly leaves again for the freedom of the stretch of road outside the tavern. | ||||
*Septim fills what orders there are. | ||||
[[Oh yeah, that's right... how'd Septim get his guns?]] "Erm, AK-47s are the new... longbow they made." | ||||
[[God, if you people are gonna have a bar fight, you got to do it right. I think Septim, Charley, and I could show you two.]] Arvious sips his whiskey, and finds that it is empty. "God, what am I gonna do with this shot glass?" Arvious asked. He grabs the glass and smashes it on Charley's head. [[Your turn, Charley. :-P]] | ||||
Charley falls to the floor and feels blood trickle down his forehead. He then reaches for the first thing he can and finds that it is a stool leg. Charley stands up and shoves the stool leg down Arvious' throat and then drags him to the "bathroom" before throwing him in and locking the door. Charley then turns to Septim and holds up one finger. "One ale sir to celebrate my victory over that odd fellow. Good thing Scientist still has that thing active." [[Order: Ale]] | ||||
[[See, look at the craftmenship? :-P]] Arvious crawls out the rat hole, and finds himself in the corner of the tavern. He gets up an walks up to the bar. "Can I get a Septim Shot?" [[ORDER: Leth- *cough* Septim Shot | ||||
Septim please hand me your coldest beer? | ||||
*Septim hands Arvious a Septim Shot and PJ an Icicle Ale. | ||||
Bean wandering back into the tavern notices that the ant is finally gone, before turning to Charley. "Thanks, i never tried to start anything with that ant, but it wouldnt get the message."
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Charley looks at Bean as if interested and then falls forwards onto his face again. "Huh!? Wha?! Oh...terribly sorry, but it is late and I appear to have had too much to drink again...and the concussion didn't help either." | ||||
Icicle ale? | ||||
*Septim injects Charley with pure caffeine and watches as he begins to shake. "Wait, I'm not sure if I should've injected him with a keg, or less...or none...oh well! Keg seems to be working..." *Septim watches Charley. | ||||
Bean gives up trying to talk to the shaking Charley, and turns to Septim. "Do you have anymore hints on how to get rid of ants more easily? Another dragon brew with the advice, with something for yourself, of course." [[Order: a dragon brew and a drink for Septim, even though he is the barman.]] | ||||
Charley falls to the floor and starts twitching all over "Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ah-ahhhhhh-ahh-hah. Go-d-dam-n-you-Se-pt-im." | ||||
another "icicle ale" please septim? | ||||
Charley pops up behind the bar and pours an icicle ale for PJ "There you go, Septim has made me bartender in his place until he gets back." | ||||
Bean, annoyed by the lack of attention, walks up to Charley, does a few elborate hand movements and then trips over the bar stool behind him. Cursing, he rises to his feet to find Charley watching him in amusement. "Just pour me a drink and keep quiet, Charley, or I'll set the ant onto you, and believe me, you dont want to get caught up in his 'local man' and ants thinking things rubbish." | ||||
the local man laughs at the comment | ||||
*Pours some drinks and sits down on a stood behind the bar* "Not so loudly >< I had too much to drink" | ||||
*Arvious walks behind the bar. "I'll silence them" *Arvious grabs a silenced... crossbow XD and fires at Bean. "Can I have a million Septim Shots?" [[Order: Suicide :-/]] | ||||
"Suicide?! Suicide you say?" | ||||
*Arvious looks at this arrow lodged in his throat. "Argh, Charley, I just got my vocal cords transplanted! Why do you do this to me?" *Arvious pushes the arrow out the other way, and puts a bandage around his throat. "These'll hold. Can I have the safest drink you have?" [[Order: A safe drink.]] | ||||
"A safe drink then? Well I have just the thing" *Pours Arvious a water. Then rubs his chin for a moment before pouring a common ale* "There you go...have one or the other...or even both if you do not care." | ||||
*Bean looks down at the bolt lodged in his shoulder. With difficulty he manages to yank it out, and throws it across the tavern at Arvious. Ignoring his bleeding wound, he merely regains his seat at the ne*beep*t table. "Something strong, if you would please bartender?" [[Order: something strong]] | ||||
"Something strong?" | ||||
the local man is enjoying the action. "some with a plain taste, please?" [[order: something with a plain taste]] | ||||
"Septim Shot, not too bad, just what a person needs to help him think clearly after being shot with a crossbow. " *Sitting down at a table, Bean enjoys his Septim Shot, before deciding it was time to leave. "thanks for the drink, Charley, ill be back soon" | ||||
"Plain taste?? What the heck does that mean?" =p *Gives "the local man" some water* "Plain!" | ||||
the plain man drank his water then said "i thought it was a game 'who could give the vagest order?"
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"If anyone doesn't say what order they want next...I am putting an arrow between their eyes...I hate guessing what you want." *Charley crosses his arms and leans back against the back wall* | ||||
"Ah, thank you Charley!" *Arvious drinks his water, but it comes back out with the arrow holes in his throat. "Um, this isn't supposed to happen, is it?" | ||||
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