NationStates Jolt Archive

and such is motherhood.

is it open bar then?

and such is motherhood.

is it open bar then?

It is.

*She picked up her bottle and glass, and took up a seat beside the door.*

My thanks then Mis... er... Gael.
*goes and fetches a bottle of Port and a glass.*

*She watched Greene.*

*filling a glass of port, Greene proceeds to walk outside and towards the cabanas.*

Raven finished her tea and moved to the couch by the fire
" have you heard any thing from Legato lately?"

Not for a while now.

" supose he just gave up and went home?"

Unlikely.

"sad but mostliky true"

OOC: sorry, work had be going out onto the floors..

*Gael lay curled on her side just above the high tide line. Head pillowed on one hand, she stared out at the dark sea. Waiting.*

*Gradually, the sound of the waves lulled her to sleep.*

*he wandered out of the forest. the grove had contenued to grow, spreading to other trees. and with it, so too grew the dark engery that came from it. He could feel its presence, even this far away, even with the dampening field. he smirked to himself as he wandered into the club*

anybody home?

*She shuddered lightly before waking to find herself in much the same position she had been the day before. Half growling, half sighing, she raked her talons through the sand and slowly stretched.*

*no response. he sighed, shrugged, and crossed to the bar for a bottle of rum*

*She sat up with a sudden feeling of dread, wings bristling tensely. There was a sharp pain in her wrist, and her breath caught at the suddeness of it. On her wrist, a phosphorescant whorl pulsed once in the moonlight. It was the same whorl that had decorated the walls of the rock hollow. The spiral pulsed twice more, then faded as she stumbled to her feet. Shaking once with a sudden cold, she shook herself, freeing the sand from her wings and turned briskly towards the club.*

*he shivered randomly in mid drink, spilling a bit of rum*

goody.

*he sighed and went to get a towel*

ooc : :headbang: upgrades my ass

ooc: No joke.

*Distractedly, she wandered into the bar, crossing directy to retreive her wine.*

*he wandered back out of the kitchen, occationally patting the wet spot on his thigh, and spotted gael. he quirked a brow, as she was rather distraught looking, for being gael at least*

everything alright?

*His sudden appearance made her jump, albiet only slightly. She seemed surprized to see him, but quickly recovered.*

Yes.. fine. I think.

*She eyed his leg curiously.*

...accident?

of sorts.

*he winked and took a seat at the bar*

little jumpy tonight?

A bit. I think I've been out of touch with the living for too long.

*She sighed wearily and abandoned the thought of wine.*

you and me both.

*he looked over his shoulder at the booth where his bottle sat. he sighed and went to retrieve it*

have i told you that i hate this dampening field thing.

It's getting worse. I feel like I've done nothing but keep vigil over it. I think things are slipping past my attentions.

*She stared at the bottle of wine and clean glass before her, but laid her head on the bar and watched Vaga instead.*

well, we can't see everything all the time. we'd never blink. or sleep for that matter. imagine how cranky we'd be then.

*he grinned and returned to the bar*

Ah. That might explain a few things then.

*She smirked half-heartedly and grabbed his sleeve as he neared. Pulling him towards her, she used his side for a pillow.*

just maybe.

*he took a pull from the rum and propped his head up with an arm on the bar*

tired luv?

*She nodded.*

Completely drained.

*Pain flickered teasingly at her wrist, but the strange apparition from earlier did not appear. She chose to ignore it.*

*he poured some of the wine into the glass and slid it in front of her*

drink something. that'll help, if only for a while.

I'd rather sleep..

*Petulantly, she accepted the glass and drank about half.*

still, a little wine never hurts.

*he shrugged*

*Leaving a fourth of the glass untouched, she stood.*

I need to rest.

*She held onto his sleeve and took a step backward towards the stairs.*

..come with me?

ooc: Need to be awake in 4 hours. Sorry.. just saw the time!

absolutely.

*he finished off her wine, grabbed his rum and walked after her*

ooc ; not a problem. i should be out too. sleep well.

*Orchid looks forlornly through the window of her cabana, searching in vain for any signs of life.*

It seems that finally 'they' have succeeded in killing the club off......whoever 'they' might be!


*She sighs, and lays down to await her demise.*

Raven stood quietly in the door way and looked around for a moment befor walking inside and carefuly setting Gemma and Slade down on the floor so that they could crawl around while shhe made her self some tea.
it looks like no one has been here in ages.....empty again..
she sighed and curled up in one of the comfortible chairs and watched as her kids explored with a sort of sad smile

*Will entered the deserted club and saw in his mind's eye all the people and personages that had gathered here...the drama, the horror, the comedy, and the joy. The flow of conscioisness stretched well beyond his limited experience at this place. Sadly he looked around, poured himself an ale and relaxed with a pipeful and a pint on the veranda as the sun set slowly in the west.*

HotRod woke once again, felt the setting sun heating his hard frame. He must have stalled on the beach after he had awakened previously. He flicked his headlights on and activated the infrared windshield, searching.

After a few moments, he noticed a male figure in his field of view, and drove slowly across the sand. Perhaps this fellow might know where he was, and be able to help him find his way.

HotRod woke once again, felt the setting sun heating his hard frame. He must have stalled on the beach after he had awakened previously. He flicked his headlights on and activated the infrared windshield, searching.

After a few moments, he noticed a male figure in his field of view, and drove slowly across the sand. Perhaps this fellow might know where he was, and be able to help him find his way.

*Will's reverie was interrupted by the appearance of something/someone (?) crossing the sand towards the clubhouse*


ooc- time for me to head out shortly...if you reply quickly, I'll attempt to give your plot line some impetus if you'd like?

*Will's reverie was interrupted by the appearance of something/someone (?) crossing the sand towards the clubhouse*


ooc- time for me to head out shortly...if you reply quickly, I'll attempt to give your plot line some impetus if you'd like?

HotRod neared the man, his tires crunching across the sand as his sleek body rolled forward, and asked in his deep, but distinctly mechanical voice, "Hello. Could you tell me our current location?"

OOC: Thanks. That'd be nice.

Squorn entered the club and looked around. There was no sign that anyone had been here in a long time. A thick layer of dust covered the bar and tabletops. Walking into the kitchen, he rummaged through a few containers of spoiled food before returning to the barroom. He walked to the back door and out to the beach. Here, there was evidence of life. Someone had disturbed the dust and sand that accumulated on the veranda, and one chair was facing out towards the waves. There also seemed to be tire tracks on the beach, stretching out until they disappeared in both directions.

With a long sigh, he walked back inside, dusting off a barstool and seating himself with a glass of ice water.

Raven quetily sliped down stairs and looked around with a sigh
i feel like iam in a grave
she made her way to the fire place and after building a fire she curled up on the couch with a book, waiting to see if one one would stop in.

naw. a grave is noisier.

*he walked down the stairs leading up to the loft and crossed to the bar*

Raven turned sharply, then laughed quietly
ay, i guess your right...how things with you?

dull. very, very dull. you want anything?

*he grabbed himself a bottle of rum and quirked a brow across the room at her*

i'd take a cup of tea, if its not to much trouble
* she closed her book after marking her place*
iam supprised that you havent resorted to wreaking havick

and who says i haven't?

*he smirked and put on a pot of water*

you got me there...
she sighed then laughed softly with a hint of coldness
i have not been out in a long long while

oh there's nothing interesting out there. not anymore.

*after a minute the tell-tale wistle pierced the air. he shut shut off the head. poured a cup and dropped in a bag. he took a pull from his rum as the tea settled, then he picked up the cup and walked it over to her*

thanks
she took the cup from him and took a careful sip
does that mean every one and thing is eather dead or dieing?

more or less. im sure there are still some straglers around somewhere.

ah
she glared at the fire
that is going to make life a bit hard

*he shrugged*

find yourself a doner.

i supose that i could, though most any thing left out there cant still be any good
she grimmised slightly
i cant ask any one here

why not. seem like nice enough people.

it would be to weird... every one here is a friend, thats not some thing that i could ask of them

ah. friends. always knew there was a reason i avoided them.

*he dropped down on a couch and took a pull from his bottle*

she laughed softly and glanced at him over her cup of tea
Gaels not a friend?

not in the conventional sense.

raven nodded grinning softly and took a sip of tea

she finished her tea and set the glass on the floor and watched him for a few moments thinking befor turning to the fire, sorting through her thoughts

so, seen much of skeletor since he made his reapearance?

she looked back at him slightly confused
kriege?.....no....not really no...

pity.

*he finished off his rum and tossed the empty bottle out one of the open windows*

thats one way of looking at it
she shrugged indifferently
looking for a fight?

not really. but it does get rather old wasting sarcasm on brick walls.

mmm, there is always the forest

i've had my fun there already.

she raised one eye brow sightly
oh?

*he nodded*

did you not wonder how we're still able to do this with that dampening field in effect?

she consentrated for a moment
honistly i had not given it much thought
she paused for a moment
its slightly....

strained?

*he shrugged*

its not a permanent fix. but it works for the time being.

no.....thats not the word i would have picked...
she looked over at him thinking
what were you thinking the night i let me drink your blood

*he smirked and looked from her to the fire*

i wasn't. what you got there was a taste of what makes me me. its a long story.

*he sighed and suddenly felt very nostalgic*

a very long story.

ah..
she toyed with her ring while she thought for a moment
i dont under stand, but.... it fits ever ever so slightly

*he quirked a brow and looked back at her*

what does?

your flavor...i'v been trying to...place it
she looked away, out one of the dark windows

mmm. well, that's comforting. god forbid i dont taste right.

she laughed almost sighlently
it should not be some thing that you worry about

you should know that there's very little that i worry about, least of which is the taste of myself.

that is the way it should be
she grinned
thought perhaps in your case it could be a good thing? who knows

*he shrugged*

she rolled her eyes and stood
i should be going

*he nodded*

best keep rested, just on the off chance something exciting happens.

*he stifled a laugh*

she smiled
hey you never know...
blushing softly as she passed she leaned down and lightly touched her lips to his neck
good night
she pulled away and vanished up the stairs

good night.

*he sighed and looked from the fire to the bar. or, more specifically, the bottles of rum behind it*

fecking dampening field.

*he shook his head and layed back on the couch*

HotRod neared the man, his tires crunching across the sand as his sleek body rolled forward, and asked in his deep, but distinctly mechanical voice, "Hello. Could you tell me our current location?"

OOC: Thanks. That'd be nice.

*Will eyes widened briefly as the machine pulled up in front of the veranda and SPOKE to him.*

Location? well this is the Paradise Beach Club. Where exactly it is, your guess is as good as mine...seems to be in an intersection of the space-time continum and the gates of hell. I've done some star charts, but, am having trouble lining up identifible constellations. They're back at my cabin on the point if you want to take a look?

*Will eyes widened briefly as the machine pulled up in front of the veranda and SPOKE to him.*

Location? well this is the Paradise Beach Club. Where exactly it is, your guess is as good as mine...seems to be in an intersection of the space-time continum and the gates of hell. I've done some star charts, but, am having trouble lining up identifible constellations. They're back at my cabin on the point if you want to take a look?

His engine rumbled with a satisfied sound, and the door on the left side of his car body opened. "That is acceptable. Thank you. Do you want me to convey you there?"

His engine rumbled with a satisfied sound, and the door on the left side of his car body opened. "That is acceptable. Thank you. Do you want me to convey you there?"

*Will peered into the interior, suspicious-like"

Well, er... If it's all the same to you, I'll just kinda hop up onto your hood and we can go from there?

*Will peered into the interior, suspicious-like"

Well, er... If it's all the same to you, I'll just kinda hop up onto your hood and we can go from there?

"Very well." The door closed, and HotRod allowed the man to climb onto the hood. "In which direction is your cabin?"

"Very well." The door closed, and HotRod allowed the man to climb onto the hood. "In which direction is your cabin?"

*Will pointed to the saddle between the headlands*

west by northwest, 2.5 miles, take a left on the old trail down a piece and then I'll have to walk in the last bit. Don't think you can tranverse it in your present configuration. Can you transform?

*Will pointed to the saddle between the headlands*

west by northwest, 2.5 miles, take a left on the old trail down a piece and then I'll have to walk in the last bit. Don't think you can tranverse it in your present configuration. Can you transform?

"Yes. I will transform if necessary. You may want to hold to the windshield wipers." HotRod began accelerating, and the 2.5 miles went by very quickly. The old trail went quickly as well, and HotRod came to a stop when it became undriveable. "Time to get off."

"Yes. I will transform if necessary. You may want to hold to the windshield wipers." HotRod began accelerating, and the 2.5 miles went by very quickly. The old trail went quickly as well, and HotRod came to a stop when it became undriveable. "Time to get off."

*Will disappeared into the bush with a*

Be right back!

*Some minutes later returned carrying a large bundle of rolled up sheets and a small field table. Setting the table in fornt of the machine he opened the charts*

So how is it you ended up here?

*Paxomenia stepped out from the shadow of a low tree*

I wouldn't be heading for the headlands tonight, there's trouble brewing. Better sleep here and wait for the morning.

*Paxomenia looked away and returned to the shadows*

Paxomenia;11703648']*Paxomenia stepped out from the shadow of a low tree*

I wouldn't be heading for the headlands tonight, there's trouble brewing. Better sleep here and wait for the morning.

*Paxomenia looked away and returned to the shadows*

*Will looks up*

huh?


ooc- what's this a drive-by shouting? :p

*Will disappeared into the bush with a*

Be right back!

*Some minutes later returned carrying a large bundle of rolled up sheets and a small field table. Setting the table in fornt of the machine he opened the charts*

So how is it you ended up here?

HotRod transformed as the man took his leave, restructuring his body to resemble a vaguely human shape. Since he was in this form, he decided to check his weapons. A few seconds later, the diagnostic was complete, and everything was functioning normally, aside from the incinerated tree that had gotten involved in the diagnostic. HotRod liked to test with live ammunition.

When the man returned with the charts, HotRod peered interestedly at them, focusing his visual array on them tightly.

"I am not sure how I arrived in this place. I awoke some days ago in a garage of some kind, with no data in my banks indicating a prior history."

HotRod transformed as the man took his leave, restructuring his body to resemble a vaguely human shape. Since he was in this form, he decided to check his weapons. A few seconds later, the diagnostic was complete, and everything was functioning normally, aside from the incinerated tree that had gotten involved in the diagnostic. HotRod liked to test with live ammunition.

When the man returned with the charts, HotRod peered interestedly at them, focusing his visual array on them tightly.

"I am not sure how I arrived in this place. I awoke some days ago in a garage of some kind, with no data in my banks indicating a prior history."

That's a bitch.... so, no rhyme or reason...any retreivable programmed public mission statement or goal beyond perservation?

That's a bitch.... so, no rhyme or reason...any retreivable programmed public mission statement or goal beyond perservation?

"Only a bit of data that could imply I have a home. Most of it is nonsense code." HotRod shook his metal head slightly.

"Though perhaps it is simply that my data-retrieval and reading process was damaged."

"Only a bit of data that could imply I have a home. Most of it is nonsense code." HotRod shook his metal head slightly.

"Though perhaps it is simply that my data-retrieval and reading process was damaged."

*Returns to charts*

anything look familiar? I do forget my manners, is there anything you require for sustenance or physical/mental relief?

*Returns to charts*

anything look familiar? I do forget my manners, is there anything you require for sustenance or physical/mental relief?

"Nothing familiar, no. It would seem that I am to remain here for a time." He looked away from the charts, into the sky.

HotRod considered for a moment, then added. "Thank you for the kind offer, but I will provide for my own needs. It is time for me to do some reconnaisance of the area. I appreciate your help."

"Nothing familiar, no. It would seem that I am to remain here for a time." He looked away from the charts, into the sky.

HotRod considered for a moment, then added. "Thank you for the kind offer, but I will provide for my own needs. It is time for me to do some reconnaisance of the area. I appreciate your help."

Anytime. I should warn you, there be some weird folk around here and its best to stay alert.

*Nods in the direction towards his not visible cabin*

I'd avoid snooping around in that direction. I've a few surprises for unwanted guests. I like my privacy and a safe place to sleep... I'd ask you to trust me that there's nothingfor you to gain going that way.

ooc- time to head out, my day is done.

IC- *Will nods to HotRodia and diappears into the brush*

Anytime. I should warn you, there be some weird folk around here and its best to stay alert.

*Nods in the direction towards his not visible cabin*

I'd avoid snooping around in that direction. I've a few surprises for unwanted guests. I like my privacy and a safe place to sleep... I'd ask you to trust me that there's nothingfor you to gain going that way.

HotRod nodded. "I will not be physically traveling all the locations I view. My perceptual matrices allow for long-range viewing. I have no need to visit all the land directly."

*Gael appeared within the club silently. Empty. Shocker. With a sigh, she retrieved her wine, and pondered the ways to pass the time.*

Raven quietly steped in to the club brushing her rain soaked hair out of her eyes as she shrugged out of her coat, hanging it by the door, shivering she made her way to the fire.

*She glanced up icily as Raven entered, but continued to pull silently at the wine.*

slightly warmer and a bit dryer than she had been a few minutes befor she walked over to the bar to make her self some tea
"evening Gael" she added quietly

Evening.

*She watched the girl for a short time before allowing her gaze to flicker over to the fire.*

once the water was hot she poured a cup and added some tea then walked over and settled by the fire pulling a blanket about herself

*She gazed out the window as a flash of lightening lit the night over the ocean. It was proving to be a dull night.*

shiftlng slightly uncomfortible with the silence Raven glanced over to where Gael sat
"how have you been lately?"

*She shrugged.*

Fine, I guess. Uneventful. You?

" iam doing alright...kids are geting to be a hand full"

Hn. I can imagine.

*She sipped at the wine quietly.*

" i cant complain to much though, keeps life from getting to dull"

Yes. Must be nice to have some excitement from time to time.

*The barest glimpse of a frown flitted across her features before fading back into stoicism.*

"it can get over whelming some times"
she sipped her tea thoughtfully
" well if you get too board let me know, iam sure that they would love to share their over bounding energy with some one besides me"

Thanks but no. Kids aren't really my thing.

*Her expression hardened slightly over another sip of wine.*

Neither is sharing.

she laughed softly
"i understand compleatly"
sharing?

*She half sighed, half growled under her breath and recorked the bottle.*

Raven turned and glanced at Gael

*She walked her bottle behind the bar, and replaced it soundlessly.*

raven wached sighlently confusion slowly growing

*She nodded a farewell to Raven but curtly, then turned and ascended the stairs to her shared loft.*

ooc: Graduated training yesterday and I am dying. Night!

Raven returned the nodd and returned to watching the fire...thinking...


ooc: Congrats:) night

*he winked at gael as he bpassed by her on his way down. a moment later he appeared out of the stairwell and into the club. he spotted raven and nodded a hello*

evening.

Raven sat quietly then turned still half lost in thought and nodded befor turning to the fire
"evening"

not interupting something am i?

*he got himself his usual bottle of rum*

"no...just thinking..."

hm. well don't let me intrude.

*he took a pull from the bottle and made his way to a booth*

she simply nodded, wondering back to her idle thoughts. she froze mid-thought as she realzed some thing
ah shise...
she sighed and walked back out the door into the rain

*he quirked a brow*

problem?

...nope...just a misunderstanding
she walked out to the waters edge and sat slightly above it

you dont say.

*he smirked and took a pull from the rum, leaning back against the booth*

its not my fault

course not.

she simply sat glaring into the darkness

you sure you're alright? i can feel the hostile waves in here. and i can imagine the rain doesn't help

iam fine....just dont understand some people
she watched a bolt of lighting strike the water out in the bay
its calming

*he shrugged and looked out the window*

most people aren't worth the effort of understanding.

i'll remember that when they stop suspecting things that are simply asinine
she sighed
your probly right...

out of curiosity, what was the misunderstanding?

nothing immportiant

if you say so.

*he took a pull of rum and looked back at the fireplace*

she walked back inside and set the water to boil, and spoke softly
"iam not even sure if i understand, due to a minimum of conversation...but if i do...it seems that, my goodnight the other night was misread"
she droped a tea bag in to a mug then added the now hot water

misread? by whom?

"Gael...."

hn. not likely.

ooc : bugger. i just saw the time. im out. night.

she shrugged
" eather way, i ment nothing by it, so if it was taken in a way it should not have been i appoligyse"

ooc: no problum. night.

*There was wisp of blue smoke and a rustling of wings followed by a light bump.*

Sod it!
How did I come to miss my way?
I should be home, not here!
That's the last time I drink any of Mothers fermented elderberry juice!

*A small person picked herself up from the floor where she had landed, and after rubbing her rather sore posterior, she dusted herself down and coughed as much dust flew about.*

Mother said there was something wrong with this area, now I can feel it.
There is surely a heavy feeling of gloom about, not to mention all this dust.

*The green haired girl very gingerly tried out her wings, causing more dust to fly into the air, but she managed to take off, and landed on the bar-top.*

I need to take a bath before I go back, Acorn'll wonder what I've been doing, and Mother'll go mad at the state of my dress.

*She looked around and saw the swimming pool.*

That'll do. I can wash my dress at the same time I wash me.

*With a flurry of wings, she flew to the pool, and slowly sank into the water.*

*Like a penguin, she flies under water, her dress shimmering and twinkling, almost phosphorescent, flowing out behind her.
She sank down to the bottom of the pool, then her wings beating rapidly, she zoomed up and out of the pool, landing o top of the bar once more.
shaking herself in the same way a dog would, water flicked from her dress, hair and wings.*

That was fun, but I'd better be going back to the other world, Mother will be getting frantic, and Acorn may be waiting.

*She raised her arms into the air, her little hands joined together.
The wisp of blue smoke started at her feet, slowly circling around her until she was entirely hidden.
When the smoke died away, all that remained was two small footprints and splash marks in the dust.*

*Gael entered silently, seething. She stalked behind the bar agitatedly, finally selecting a bottle of whiskey.*

HotRod finally returned from his search of the area and decided to scan the club itself. Perhaps something of interest would be inside its smooth walls. After a few seconds, he picked up a humanoid form. Interesting. He pushed his way through the entrance to the club and plodded slowly toward the room that contained the person inside.

ooc: Belated congrats on moddom, btw! :fluffle:

*Scowling, she glanced over her shoulder, sensing movement somewhere. Her wings bristled for a moment, but she calmed with a sip of the whiskey.*

something the matter luv?

*vaga wandered in out of the rain. a week of straight rain. it reminded him of days long past. he sighed and tossed his dripping wet coat into an empty booth*

Just feeling caged. Making me irritable.

*Her demeanor softened slightly upon spotting Vaga, but she still held the bottle in a white-knuckled grip.*

As HotRod entered the room, he saw the person standing near the bar drinking an alcoholic beverage of some sort. As he looked, another person entered, and HotRod swiveled his head to assess this new person.

OOC: Thanks Gael. :fluffle:

*She arched a brow in the general direction of the stranger.*

..can I get you anything?

i know the feeling. wet feathers aren't much fun.

*he regarded the new comer with a quirked brow, but turned his attention back to gael. he crossed to the bar and found himself a bottle of rum*

*She arched a brow in the general direction of the stranger.*

..can I get you anything?

He swiveled his head back to the first person. No, thank you. I will supply my own needs. He nodded politely.

I am HotRod. Who are you?

He swiveled his head back to the first person. No, thank you. I will supply my own needs. He nodded politely.

I am HotRod. Who are you?

Gael.. Welcome. A pity the weather is so foul for your visit.

Gael.. Welcome. A pity the weather is so foul for your visit.

Thank you, but this is not...a visit. I awoke in a garage on the premises a few days ago, with no memory of my location or my identity. His metal lips formed a wry smile.

Hardly the conditions for a proper visit, I would say.

*She grinned slyly.*

Not all visits are voluntary, mate.

*She sipped at the whiskey, glancing briefly to Vaga.*

If there is anything you require that can be provided.. feel free to ask. I can't guarantee service, however.

end of the world and still we're getting new people.

*he sighed, took a pull from his rum and left gael to do the enteretaining. he walked over to the booth where he tosed his coat earlier and slid in*

end of the world and still we're getting new people.

*he sighed, took a pull from his rum and left gael to do the enteretaining. he walked over to the booth where he tosed his coat earlier and slid in*
Not sure this lad qualifies as 'people' in the traditional sense..

big and metal or pink and fleshy. people's people. and they're all annoying.

*he growled lightly and downed a bit more rum*

big and metal or pink and fleshy. people's people. and they're all annoying.

*he growled lightly and downed a bit more rum*

*She managed to stifle a grin, watching the strang metal person curiously.*

HotRod quirked his lips. Is this world coming to an end soon?

HotRod quirked his lips. Is this world coming to an end soon?

Much of it has already. You're lucky to have ended up here. Someone somewhere was granting you a little extra time.

Much of it has already. You're lucky to have ended up here. Someone somewhere was granting you a little extra time.

Perhaps so. HotRod was somewhat reluctant to assume that his predicament was the result of another being, but it was always possible.

I will make use of what I have left. He turned and plodded away, heading towards the beach to watch the end of the world. He knew almost nothing about himself, but it was apparent that he was not one to run from his fate.

OOC: I'm out for the night. Sweet dreams.

*She watched the metal curiousity leave, then carried her whiskey to vaga's table.*

Strange.

ooc: Night, Hottie! ;)

why should we find anything that happens around here strange.

Point taken.

ooc: Geh.. this internet. :headbang:

*he shrugged and took another pull from his rum*

ooc : yay jolt. seriously. makes me want to shoot myself in the foot.

*She took a long swallow of the whiskey, wincing slightly but not unpleasantly. Setting down the bottle, she covered one of his hands with her own.*

so, how've you been?

Bored. Yourself?

same. life is much less interesting when theres nothing around to maul.

Precisely what I had been thinking.

well i'll give ol' blue one thing. when he sets out to kill a species, he does it well.

A little trouble sealing the deal, perhaps. He could have at least extended the courtesy of some exercise.

*he shrugged*

whenever his army gets fed up with his delays they'll kill him off. then things may get interesting

ooc : god i hate this new editing system.

They're obviously having fun somewhere for now. That's where I'd like to be.

agreed.

*he polished off the rum and looked at the empty bottle, then looked back towards the bar*

closest thing to action around here is getting up for refills.

Allow me.

*She squeezed his hand gently, raising the vulnerable underside of his wrist to her lips. She then backed out of the booth to retrieve a second bottle of rum, and a glass for her whiskey.*

*he quirked a brow*

wow, fetching drinks. you must be bored.

I tried to warn you.

well, we'll just have to see what we can do to remedy that fact.

*he smirked and accepted the bottle*

*She grinned darkly, pouring a liberal dose of Paddy's into the glass.*

*he took a quick pull from his rum, then leaned back against the booth.*

*She arched a brow quizzically, watching him over the rim of her drink.*

*he looked back down from the cieling with an impish grin. He quirked a brow and flicked his eyes quickly towards the stair case*

You'll have to catch me first.

*She watched him a moment longer before darting out of the booth, glass in hand, in the general direction of the stairs, grinning like a madman.*

well this should be easier than last time. never thought i'd see the day i was thankful for rain.

*he smirked, took a pull from his rum, then slid out and took off after her*

Raven quietly steped in to the club and glanced back at the stairs slightly confused she shook her head and shifted the child to her other hip as she steped behind the bar

To the winner go the spoils.

*She paused long enough to flash a toothy grin, then dashed up the stairs.*

*he winked at raven as he ducked past her, and attatched a thought with it*

not to worry, she was just bored.

*he smirked and followed up the stairs*

Raven wached as Vaga vanished up the stairs then laughed shaking her head as she picked up her tea and walked to the windows

ooc: I just realized this might be the last time I'm on with the night crew.. :(

ooc : yech. you getting shipped out?

ooc::(

ooc: Yep. Germany. Although I wake up early enough.. :p

ooc ; well thats not too bad. i'm probably gunna be getting off the forum for awhile soon too. work's gunna be picking up soon.

ooc: Aw.. sadness all around. What will they do for entertainment without us?

ooc : probably revert to the ludeness and deprevity that these places used to run on.

ooc: sit in quiet corners wondering what happened to all of the sarcasum;)

ooc: Now that is truely tragic. :( Anyway I'm off to bed. I'll see you guys again.. whenever I see you guys again. :fluffle:

ooc: sit in quiet corners wondering what happened to all of the sarcasum;)

:p

ooc : till the next time then. sleep well gael.

ooc::) , night, best of luck in Germany, see you around :fluffle:

Mai strolled downstairs with a smile on her face.
that holiday was MUCH needed
she started to clean the bar ready for the evenings action.

Raven entered the club quietly and looked at the dust covered room and sighed.
She brushed the dust off of the kettle and set it to boil while she built a fire in the harth.

*Will entered the club and saw the ashes in the hearth. Somebody had been around a couple of days ago. A spider was busy spinning cobwebs in the window. Dust bunnies were congregating under the tables. He fished out a bottle of rum from behind the bar and walked down to the beach. Sitting in the dune grass he watched the tide go out.....*

OOC: We've all said it before, but now there can be no contesting the fact that this place is stagnating. It has been for a long time now, but people had at least been posting to help disguise the fact. This place and the clubs that came before it were a legacy. But all good things must come to an end. There are a number of ways to get around that idea, and I propose one of them. I have pitched the idea before, but now I say it with more seriousness. I would like to try and have an actual RP, and take that thread out of General. (Only because I don't think the other Generalites would stand for a true RP in their precious forum.) I would like to use that idea to get away from the typical PB mentality. Quite frankly, I want to try something different, and I would like to invite you to join me. If you are interested, just let me know. If there is a particular style or idea you'd like to see tried, I'd be open to suggestions as well. If you like your character and want to keep him/her, that's fine by me as well, but depending on the story, there might be stipulations similar to the ones originally imposed on this manifestation of the club. I value the friendships I have made here (though they be digital in nature) and would love to keep playing with you, but to keep this sort of thing going, there has to be a change. My idea is of course, not the only solution. But I like it primarily because it does away with the timezone issue that was such an underlying cause of the failure of this club and others.

So in summary, its been fun, but its time for this to evolve if it is to survive. Food for thought. Anyone interested in joining me for an RP anyway, just drop a TG and we'll see what we can't come up with. Stay safe, all.:fluffle:

I'm very much in agreement with you on this, Gael. These were the kinds of threads I used to post in all the time on the old forums, so it's nice to have the PBC to feed my sense of nostalgia, but realistically it isn't being used enough to justify it's existence anymore, IMO.

:(

*waves goodbye to the PBC*