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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 1, 2003 9:18:50 GMT -5
Here is a place to date and talk to others. Please feel free to come in at anytime. We serve anything you want too! Rules: *All the regular stuff (spamming, cursing) *Keep behavior to a min. All action is limited to kissing and hugging. *ALL are welcomed *No bloodshed or fighting because of "differences"
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Post by Jareck on Nov 1, 2003 14:31:40 GMT -5
"Oooo, a pub of lurve, how interesting!" Jareck exclaims before bursting through the doors.
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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 1, 2003 16:11:09 GMT -5
(hisses at remark of being blind because of age)
"Welcome Jarreck... to your doom!! Oh wait. Wrong place." *akward moment* "So whatcha been up to?"
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Post by Jareck on Nov 2, 2003 13:29:20 GMT -5
*hisses back* "You know, this and that. Being a nuisance to society and all is very hard work" she grins. "Can I have a Lurve cordial? You haven't got any? Hang on a moment..." Jareck runs to the Redwall cellars and grabs a cask under each arm. Returning to the pub, she deposits them in Lyns lap. "Now you have! I'll have a wee one of those"
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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 2, 2003 13:57:43 GMT -5
*jumps back at hissing* "Yes, yes. What ever the lady wants of course!" *looks funnily at cordial.* Askes suspicioucly, "What's in this stuff?" *purs some into flasks anyway* "Sounds good whatever you're doing."
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Post by Lady Amber on Nov 2, 2003 19:10:10 GMT -5
*Lady A wanders in, and sees Lynn and Jareck together. Smiling to herslef, she takes a seat, wondering is Lord Flampaw will come here.*
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Post by Jareck on Nov 3, 2003 8:27:34 GMT -5
"You really don't want to know" She winks and takes a sip "Tastes good though, don't you think?" Waves at Lady Amber as she comes through door, "Have some freshly(ish) made cordial, it's great!"
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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 3, 2003 23:19:34 GMT -5
Lynn fakes himself gagging. "No don't! Whatever you do don't drink the posion." He gags some more.
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Post by Jareck on Nov 4, 2003 17:17:14 GMT -5
Jareck looks hurt. "It's not poison." Stamps foot and looks pouty
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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 4, 2003 19:05:47 GMT -5
Lynn drinks the rest of the cordial. "Sorry, didn't mean to hurt ye in anyway. Look I'm still standing. It couldn't have been poisoned ((ooc- but I'm stil watching you... ;D)). The otter then gives Jareck a peck on the cheek. "Don't hurt me!"
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Post by Poisonfang the poisener on Nov 4, 2003 21:42:26 GMT -5
A blue male ferret walks in. I was wondering if vermin can come to the pub. I mean the sign says to talk to others. He orders himself some 2 tankards of Seaweed grog and October Ale and goes to sit by the fire he pulls a deck of cards out and starts to play.
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Post by Skipper Lynn on Nov 5, 2003 0:07:50 GMT -5
Sure! Why not? ;D
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Post by Jareck on Nov 5, 2003 8:17:24 GMT -5
"Well it depends on who made which batch you see, because if it was made by the Brewer before me, then I have no way of knowing what went in it, but if it was my batch, then I still have no idea what went in it". She trots over to the casks, checking the writing out. Recognising the completely illiterate scrall that was hers, she smiled. "It's my batch alright. No poison, see? I even wrote no poison! Your completely safe." She crosses her arms and looks smug. Mumbling quietly to herself, with a small grin, "Maggots and beds are good paybacks though..."
"Hey there Mister Ferret! Would you like some cordial aswell? Lyn dosen't think much of my brewing"
Pokes tongue out at Lyn.
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Post by Poisonfang the poisener on Nov 5, 2003 13:45:32 GMT -5
"No i don't i would like some Seaweed Grog, and October Ale 2 tankards of each please. And i think your brewing is great. We vermin hear stories from travlers that Redwall has the best Brewer."
He countinus to play cards but stops. He puts the deck away pulls out blue oak flute and starts to play a song. It is so good the people in the pub and passerbys stop and sit by him and listen the are in a trance.
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Post by Jareck on Nov 5, 2003 17:12:15 GMT -5
Jareck beams ;D Listening to the music, she can't help but sway to the melody, whilst gazing into empty space.
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