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A bunch of teenagers stumble in. They look surly and in kind of a daze, but when they enter their eyes light up.
"This place is cool!"
-"Yeah, I like the atmosphere!"
--"Not a bunch of stuffy politicians or corporate types, either!"
"Let's get a booth in the back."
"This place is cool!"
-"Yeah, I like the atmosphere!"
--"Not a bunch of stuffy politicians or corporate types, either!"
"Let's get a booth in the back."
Now regulars of the establishement, the teenagers have claimed the back booths of the mostly empty bar as their own.
One skinny and ragged looking young man, calling himself Jim, stands up on a small, low stage, under a single spotlight and stares off into the rafters, as he recites some free-verse to the delight of his peers, but generally ignored by the other patrons.
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
and I always wondered why everyone wants to be a cat
are the fat? are they phat? is being a cat where it's at?
I experienced Nirvana from the fruit of the earth,
nurtured and protected from the cruel destructive beast of the sun.
In the cool, loving soil of life it slept, storing all of its dreams,
all of its dreams for me and those who seek the truth.
In the night we shall find our freedom,
and in the earth we shall find our reward.
The sky is a harsh scourge and the day his bitch-mistress.
Go now into the world, and seek to find the answers of the dream,
for in the dream lies the answer, and in the drink of life we find our truth.
Sweet feeling mastication, passion burning, all night long.
And so the conversation turned, until the sun went down.
** The bartender wishes these freaks would leave, but they are regular, and surprisingly well-tipping customers. **
One skinny and ragged looking young man, calling himself Jim, stands up on a small, low stage, under a single spotlight and stares off into the rafters, as he recites some free-verse to the delight of his peers, but generally ignored by the other patrons.
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
and I always wondered why everyone wants to be a cat
are the fat? are they phat? is being a cat where it's at?
I experienced Nirvana from the fruit of the earth,
nurtured and protected from the cruel destructive beast of the sun.
In the cool, loving soil of life it slept, storing all of its dreams,
all of its dreams for me and those who seek the truth.
In the night we shall find our freedom,
and in the earth we shall find our reward.
The sky is a harsh scourge and the day his bitch-mistress.
Go now into the world, and seek to find the answers of the dream,
for in the dream lies the answer, and in the drink of life we find our truth.
Sweet feeling mastication, passion burning, all night long.
And so the conversation turned, until the sun went down.
** The bartender wishes these freaks would leave, but they are regular, and surprisingly well-tipping customers. **
*3 van's and a one bently car arrive outside the bar*
Workers, flower arrangers and other staff has arrived at the Vampire's together with Karlo Šafarič and his two gorila type bodyguards.
*Ok this place needs some refreshing*, said Karlo Šafarić while walking trough his bar.
Suddenly he has spoted the group of teens in his bar *You there, how old are you?* Šafarič turns to his gorillas *Please show the kids where the exit is*.
AND YOU *turns to Barman* have you asked those kids to show you their ID? You havent? Good, your fired.
*Workers that came to rearrange the bar stared in gaze* -At what are you looking at? GET TO WORK NOW.
BAR is closed for a day or two for a redecoration
Workers, flower arrangers and other staff has arrived at the Vampire's together with Karlo Šafarič and his two gorila type bodyguards.
*Ok this place needs some refreshing*, said Karlo Šafarić while walking trough his bar.
Suddenly he has spoted the group of teens in his bar *You there, how old are you?* Šafarič turns to his gorillas *Please show the kids where the exit is*.
AND YOU *turns to Barman* have you asked those kids to show you their ID? You havent? Good, your fired.
*Workers that came to rearrange the bar stared in gaze* -At what are you looking at? GET TO WORK NOW.
BAR is closed for a day or two for a redecoration
The bitter, surly teen-agers leave, spitting the juice of their topa root on the side-walk as they go.
Voshkod's armored sedan pulls up outside of Vampire's Bar. He and his two bodyguards examine the outside of the building carefully, and then walk in.
Soon a Bently car arrives to the front of Vampire's.
Karlo Šafarić spots the sedan parked close to the bar. *Here they are!*
*Karlo Šafarić and his two bodygouards exited the Bently and started walking towards the bar entrence*
Karlo Šafarić spots the sedan parked close to the bar. *Here they are!*
*Karlo Šafarić and his two bodygouards exited the Bently and started walking towards the bar entrence*
I man in a wrinkled uniform enters. He is carrying a satchel and a laptop with the cord dragging on the floor.
He quietly asks for a beer and finds a corner near a power socket.
He opens his satchel and the thighly packed contents explode out on to the table. He mumbles unintelligable curses and gets to work.
We types quietly for a few minutes but is interupted by the beer being delivered to his table.
He stands and climbs on to the table and shouts, "I'm a soldier! Look at me! Notice me!" He dances a jig.
He jumps off the table and sits, as if nothing happened, and gets back to work.
He quietly asks for a beer and finds a corner near a power socket.
He opens his satchel and the thighly packed contents explode out on to the table. He mumbles unintelligable curses and gets to work.
We types quietly for a few minutes but is interupted by the beer being delivered to his table.
He stands and climbs on to the table and shouts, "I'm a soldier! Look at me! Notice me!" He dances a jig.
He jumps off the table and sits, as if nothing happened, and gets back to work.
Voshkod and his men walk in just in time to see the man dancing his little jig. As they walk by, Voshkod snaps at him: "You are not a soldier. A soldier has no need to announce such things, and does not dance on tabletops unless he is far drunker than you appear to be."
They approach the bartender. "Where is the owner of this bar?"
They approach the bartender. "Where is the owner of this bar?"
After his chastisement, Edmund shouts at the turned back of the man, "A soldier is still a soldier even if he doesn't have orders! I have no orders, so I dance!"
Karlo Šafarić along with his two bodygouards noticed Voshkod.
*Mr.Voskhod I am the owner of the Vampire's the bar that I have been neglecting for too long. I have heared some strange things are happening here, and I offer you full cooperation.*
*Mr.Voskhod I am the owner of the Vampire's the bar that I have been neglecting for too long. I have heared some strange things are happening here, and I offer you full cooperation.*
Voshkod shakes Šafarić's hand. "A pleasure, sir. I was informed, during the course of my private inquiries into thefts from Eutopian hospitals, that a suspect and her compatriots used to 'hang around' in your establishment. I believe that they would be somewhat . . . gothic, I believe the term is. Do you have any idea where they may have gone? Perhaps the bartender on duty might know."
The man with wrinkled uniform returns. He orders a pitcher and a handful of napkins.
He sits in his corner and slowly unpacks his pockets. A pen, a reciept, a ketchup packet and a green marble.
The beer arrives. He pours the beer and lays out a napkin and begins writing on it.
He sits in his corner and slowly unpacks his pockets. A pen, a reciept, a ketchup packet and a green marble.
The beer arrives. He pours the beer and lays out a napkin and begins writing on it.
Voshkod said:
Two regular patrons , Lars & Kenny, look up from their beers.
"Huh, you mean Bo? Oh he got fired. Per big-shot owner here fired him a couple of weeks ago," says Kenny, somewhat bitterly.
"Yeah," agrees Lars, "This new guy's kinda of stingy with the liquor. He just doesn't cut it!"
From behind the bar, a deep gravelly voice speaks, but almost cracks, "I....I...I'm just doing the best I can do! SOB!" and the new bartender goes running off to the restroom.
When the bartender returns from his (apparently much-needed) break, Voshkod orders two beers, of the type Lars and Kenny are drinking. He puts them down on the men's table, with a 50 ducat note under each bottle.
"Tell me, gentlemen, do you know how to get in contact with Bo?"
"Tell me, gentlemen, do you know how to get in contact with Bo?"
"I'm not sure," says Lenny, "but I think he went to work over at Brewtopia? That place seems to have gone down hill a bit. Kind of shady."
"Shaddup!" says Lars, smacking Lenny in the back of the head, "You like shady! Why else would you be in a bar called Vampire's?"
"Oh yeah," agrees Lenny, rubbing his head.
"Shaddup!" says Lars, smacking Lenny in the back of the head, "You like shady! Why else would you be in a bar called Vampire's?"
"Oh yeah," agrees Lenny, rubbing his head.
"Thank you, gentlemen." Voshkod turns to leave, sighing to himself. Another bar.
Voshkod's bodyguards fall in behind him, smiling to themselves. Another bar!
[OOC: I see what's going on here. You're going to use Voshkod's Quest (coming soon to X-Box) to bump all the bar threads to the top. Bo will have left Brewtopia due to a lack of customers and moved on to the Sport's Bar. Frightened by the brawl he witnessed there, he quits, has a sex change, and is now working as Tatiana in the Tea Room and being chatted up by Dr. Supremo.
Brilliant!]
Voshkod's bodyguards fall in behind him, smiling to themselves. Another bar!
[OOC: I see what's going on here. You're going to use Voshkod's Quest (coming soon to X-Box) to bump all the bar threads to the top. Bo will have left Brewtopia due to a lack of customers and moved on to the Sport's Bar. Frightened by the brawl he witnessed there, he quits, has a sex change, and is now working as Tatiana in the Tea Room and being chatted up by Dr. Supremo.
Brilliant!]
The man in ruffled uniform stands and shouts, "Yes! I have done it! The record has been broken!"
He proudly displays seventeen-hundred napkins, each covered in scrawling.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my newest novel!"
He proudly displays seventeen-hundred napkins, each covered in scrawling.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my newest novel!"