The Lounge on the edge of everything.

[Melkor]

*Pours some tea, in a slow, docile fashion*

Greetings weary traveller. We need a place like this and always have.

Here you will sit in calm and tranquility, smoke and liqour, and bathe in the joy of intelligent company.

*Pats the seat next to him in invitation*




Emphiasis on minor role playing, banter, relaxation and a 'pub' at atmosphere.

No violence, no nastiness...
just... Mumbles and mirth.

It begins.

 

[Cognisant]

Sits across from Melkor in a deep, soft armchair.

"Well this is a nice change of pace".

Motions a waitress over and orders a black-russian.

"So, Melkor, before the rabble arrives I suggest we find a topic to converse, y'know to set a pretence for them to follow, otherwise I fear this will stray into madness, as your parties often do" Cog smirks to himself "it took me ever so long to untangle my arms last time".

The waitress returns and hands him the beverage.

"Do you have anything in mind?".

 

[Melkor]

*Uncrosses his legs and steals a pint of God knows what off the waitress as she passes*

"You beleive they actually have pints here? Last time I was in a place *this* classy they only served things in small , tory shaped wine glasses! But thats how it is, tax a little alcohol and suddenly every pub is classy and every curb has it's own drunk"

*Pulls out a pack of playing cards, the risque type*

"Seems right, with all this talk of mad parties and untangled waitresses!"

 

[Cognisant]

"I've never seen cards like those before, how do you play?"

Tries to get a better look.

"Or are they styled with pictures of Risque?"

Edit: Oooh Risqué, please Melkor remember I'm a robot.

 

[Melkor]

*Downs the pint in a sleepy fashion*

"Uhhhh, whats that? Oh, right... Long story."

*Stretched a hand out and fumbles across the table, as if blindy looking for more liquids*

"Well, long story really, those cards! I was on a back end high street county Clare, er... It had a 'c' in the name, full of delightful little 'gentlemans' shops.'

*Retracts hand, clutching a bottle of vinegar, and begins to drink*

"well I came across these smashing playing cards..."

 

[Cognisant]

"Mmmmhmmm" Cog sips his drink and looks around "so what sort of bar or club is this, I've never seen anything like it, certainly not a Irish bar I'm sure of that, we've got so many of those in Australia you'd swear you were in Ireland."

 

[Minuend]

*Walks in*

YAY! Minuend is here!

Why is it so quiet? And why is it so dim in here?

*Pulls away curtains*

You know, a little sunshine would be good for you!

and bathe in the joy of intelligent company.

*Looks around*

Where?

*Hits Cog and Mel on head*

So, how's life?

Hey, why are these bouncers dragging me out?

 

[Melkor]

*Looks over at Minnie and frowns, before choking on the vinegar and tossing the bottle away with a crash*

"As I was saying Cog, I was distressed to note the cards came only in two varieties! Those featuring females, and those featuring males."

*Lifts Cogs drink after some thought*

"You gonna drink this? We're on the edge of reality by the way, if it's dinstinctly anything then that is only due to the current inhabitants"

*Points at Minuend*

"Not everyone can stomach it, though speaking of such..."

 

[Agent Intellect]

If we're not careful, this lounge might fall off the edge, and we won't land on everything. The inside appears empty, like the hands of Cro-Magnon cave paintings. A system isolated from the outside only in our minds, where the smell of genocide seems to permeate...

AI takes a seat next to the other stool pigeons in the scatter, looking to make with the chin music. Having been behind the eight ball for some time and strictly section eight, it was no surprise he was on the lamb. So far everything was all silk, the buttons were busy tooting the wrong ringer, so AI had no kick. Not wanting to bump gums, AI breezed to the back to have a smell from the barrel and lie dormy.

 

[Cavallier]

Shove off you two and get your own damn drinks from now on. I'm not the beer wench you idiots.

*steps around a mumbling AI on her way out the door but trips on Minue*

Oh, hello Minue. Want a pint of this nice porter I've just finished up?

*hands Minue a large glass and smiles with an emotion close to parental pride*

Take note of the gentle chocolate undertones. I think this is the best I've done so far.

*notices the breaking dawn*
...

*sits on the stoop next to Minue*

Sigh...

I like to watch as the sun comes creeping over the edges of this little corner of nothing. See how the dark shudders and presses back? I don't know why it tries to fight it. If you sit just here like this you can feel the cutting sharp edged rays of the sun. The night is soft like butter and splits without any sort of resistance. The newly made sword of sunlight drives the darkness from the comfort of our lounge. Finches, our own personal surely bouncers, pierce the calm with their siren warnings and throw the last of the thugs and beggars out onto the street.

*Cava puts her face in her hands and mumbles...*

I've seen this drama a thousand times. The hush of night always yields to their threats but if you stop and listen for a moment you might notice that it pauses on this stoop. Can you feel it stretching back towards us?

*Cava lays her hands on the cobblestones she sits on and looks up into the sky*

I will see you later sweet calm. Much later, when the shove and press of the day is done, you can soothe our cranking brains and bubbling consciousnesses.

*Cava looks over her shoulder and smiles*

Our lounge is burning with the glowing kindling of day. Now that you've seen its first trespasses do you wonder, like I do, what other hi-jinks it will get up to?

*she turns to find Minue is snoring loudly, nodding into the glass*

Well, I thought it was a good porter anyway.

 

[AlisaD]

*Carefully steps over the sleeping Minuend, smiles at Cav shaking her head, and approaches the three striking young gentlemen*

Would you care to hear your destiny young sirs? There's both light and darkness in your eyes, do you care to find out which one prevails? An entire future for a Guinea, it's a fair deal, isn't it?

 

[Irishpenguin]

*Shows up at the front steps half drunk slurring his words with a bottle of cheap spirits in his hand, has blood shot eyes, deep eye bags and is quite jittery after taking the wrong sleeping pills

Oh hiya there Cavi, whats happening around here anyway?

*notices Minuend sleeping

Oh nevermind about that, I should be falling asleep here as well shortly...yup...aaaaanny minute now

*There's a silence, and Caviler starts to mumble something

Oh, no you don't, stop that mumbling, I've got something to say.

*Puts palm repeatedly all over Cavilers face, trying to find the mouth, and finally does

Now I don't want you sitting there all full of knowledge and....y'know...to sit here and talk to me, because...I'll probably end up drifting off into space any minute now like this little fella *points at Minuend*...and as satisfying as that would be for me right now...that would be rude of me, and I don't like to be rude. but enough of this, oh wait, does my breath kinda stink? Oh sorry about that, I'll leave you be for now

*Pats Caviler only to notice Minuend again, whom he fiercely points and glares at

I'm so jealous of you right now...I mean damn, why do you get to sleep? ....Well I guess you can hold this bottle for me right now since your sleeping anyhow. And plus I needed a place for safe keeping

*Overhears chatter from inside while sliding the bottle into Minuend's arms

Whoa hold on... is there a mystical Woman in there telling fortunes? See ya Cavi I gotta go see the whole deal here.

* Runs up the stairs only to fall flat on his face as soon as entering the pub, almost going unconscious, but not quite

...well damn...why couldn't I have just fallin' asleep right there?...why oh why must this happen to me? Why did I even run in here like that? Oh yea...mystical lady...fortune stuff

*Lifts head out of lazyness to get the attention of the lady

Hey...yoo-hoo.....mystical lady over there...I sure would like to get my fortune told...c'mon........c'moooooon......c'moooooooooon pweeze? ugh...I can't talk loud enough for her to hear... This calls for drastic measures

*lifts butt into the air in order to crawl like a caterpillar

Yea, this will work, I see them do it on Animal Planet all the time...*hic

*Uses all his energy to propel himself approximately 2 inches, which wasn't far enough

Oh crap... that was all I had, this isn't good...

*Rambles off to himself

I'm all done for now, if only I could have had my fortune told, I might have been supposed to save a clan of ninjas, or...become a king...hehe, like maybe the banana king, yea...bananas...dat'd be awesome. And, wait a sec, how did I arrive at this pub anyways?...eh, oh well

*lays head down and notices broken bottle of spirits on the floor beside him

Oh, yippiie! a new flavor!

*Licks the floor of the liquid, getting a little cut up along the way

MMmmMMmm, oh yea that's the spot and, oh wait a sec...why the hell does this taste like vinegar and blood?

 

[Deleted member 1424]

*Nyx silently enters the room, her face a blank mask instead of the usual small twisted smile. She heads over to to the fireplace, sitting on the hard wood floor in front of it. Hugging one knee and staring into the technicolor flames, her mind travels light years away and eons into the future.

after a moment she voices a small request*

My dearest Cavallier could I get a straight shot of tequila and a lime? Please don't fuss, I tip quite well.

*resumes watching the dancing flames*

 

[Melkor]

*Melkor frowns magnificently at the new comers*

Hrm, so we've got two sleeping girls and a drunken boy?

Hrrrmmmm.

*Turns to Nyx, knocking over a few drinks as he does so*

"Nyx darling? Did you bring the duct tape? I can always count on you, can't I?"

*Turns attention back to Alisa*

"Aye, well, if it's fortune telling , it's bound to be all rot. I suppose I'm in then. There's to be no touching involved I hope?"

*Puts gloves on as a precaution*

 

[Deleted member 1424]

*Turns to Nyx, knocking over a few drinks as he does so*

"Nyx darling? Did you bring the duct tape? I can always count on you, can't I?"

Sorry all the restraints I have atm are poisonous....

However aren't I on a break? Isn't that why I'm here? Give me one day where I don't have to vigilantly maim the fools, may I please have just one?

 

[Melkor]

"I wasn't going to even think of suggesting otherwise.

However, this is your freetime, and you are our lady Nyx. I don't imagine you can think of a better way to spend time than killing fools."

*Smirks knowingly and promptly hides it behind a cup of tea*

 

[Minuend]

ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

*wakes up*

Ugh.

*Leans on Cava's master sword as she gets up*

Swords. Where is mine? Ah, it's stuck in one of the bouncers.

*Pulls sword out of dead bouncer's back*

You really do make the best drinks, Lady Cava.

*Looks over to crowd gathered around the fortune teller*

Oh! Want!

*Attempts to run, but trips over depressed Nyx. Falls and accidentally cuts the foreign Penguin in half vertically with her sword as the bottle in her hand swirls at Melkor*

"Oh, this won't work", says Minuend from floor.

*Uses Nyx' duct tape to splat Penguins two halves together not realizing one half is upside down.

There! All good!

*Goes on to get fortune from Alisa*

 

[bananaphallus]

*subdues errant tree*

 

[AlisaD]

*Looks at Melkor and bursts into laughter*
A fortune without touching? You can't tell dreams from the future without touching. What do they teach you younglings in them schools today?
*Looks around at the rest of the crowd an shakes her head*
So many dreams here. So many worlds in these few heads. Telling them all would take lifetimes.
*Shrugs*
So, who's not afraid of touching? Don't mind the warts, they're not contagious. Mostly. I think.

 

[Lostwitheal]

*Saunters into the room, tips imaginary hat.

Mornin' all! At least, I assume it's morning from Cava's LSD induced piece

Who do I gotta blow to get a drink around here anyway? Wench? Garçon?

Do your worst Alisa

*holds out hands*

I'm assuming it's hands you'd need anyway

 

[Cavallier]

*retrieves the tequila from the shelf behind the bar and pours a shot*
Nyx. Yes, a drink that goes well with the dust on your boots.
*takes a shot for herself from the bottle*
You already know I only want one thing from you and it's not your money. Don't forget our agreement.

*snatches the bottle out of Irish's hands*
Hasn't anybody ever told you to not drink things you find on pub floors?
*hands bottle to Nyx*
You dropped this.

Ah, Alisa you old crone. What will you have? I've got a lovely absinthe out of southern Italy...

 

[Deleted member 1424]

*retrieves the tequila from the shelf behind the bar and pours a shot*
Nyx. Yes, a drink that goes well with the dust on your boots.
*takes a shot for herself from the bottle*
You already know I only want one thing from you and it's not your money. Don't forget our agreement.

Color me intrigued, if a bit forgetful.
Come enjoy the fire with me, and tell me of this agreement.

*snatches the bottle out of Irish's hands*
Hasn't anybody ever told you to not drink things you find on pub floors?
*hands bottle to Nyx*
You dropped this.

*sighs*
Always getting in the way of my experiments.....

oh and irish don't worry if the tips of your fingers turn green and start to burn terribly. It's just temporary... probably.

"I wasn't going to even think of suggesting otherwise.

However, this is your freetime, and you are our lady Nyx. I don't imagine you can think of a better way to spend time than killing fools."

*Smirks knowingly and promptly hides it behind a cup of tea*

True, I do love murdering fools. One must wonder how you're still alive Mel.

 

[Irishpenguin]

*Watches helplessly on the floor as Cavallier takes the bottle away

Good riddance, that stuff tasted horrible anyways, I just couldn't stop drinking it for some reason...

*Starts to notice the abnormalities of his body

Okay wait a sec, I have a one of my arms up here, and one down there. And I apparently also have one of my legs attached to half of my face, with the other leg being down there, as well as the other half of my face. And....is that duct tape? Okay I've gotta fix this

*Looks up at Cavallier before she approaches the fire with Nyx

Hey there Cavi, since you're already up there and all, I don't suppose we have a regeneration potion behind the bar, would we? Because this duct tape is doing a swell job for now, but I have a feeling after this buzz wears off, it's going to hurt....really bad.

*Sluggishly tries to get to his feet, or foot, with his new deformed body. Finally he gets to the point of leaning on one of the tables. Then he hears Nyx say something about green fingers, and precedes to look at his own fingers, which have started to turn green.

Okay, well this is cool, I'm like....turning into the hulk or something. Oh wait, is this supposed to burn? hehe, I'll probably feel this in the morning as well, but for now, I don't feel a thing. But umm....oh yea, did we have that potion? If we do, then I'll drink it....but first

*Glares over at Lostwitheal holding hands out at Alisa

I've gotta get me some fortune told

*Starts hopping over to Alisa with his one foot

Oh, and don't worry Alisa, warts don't bother me at all, but I'd watch out for my fingers if I were you.

*Just barely makes it to Alisa before tripping and landing on the table full of people

Melkor?.....Cog? When did you guys get here?... AI too? Man, you guys are fast or something, have yall gotten your fortunes told?....I've been trying to get mine told....forever......and.....I almost........

*begins to slowly rest his half-leg-face onto the table-top, as he drifts off into dreamland, the snoring and the drooling starts to follow just before he gets out one last utter of words

....mmmmm.....banana king...yea...

 

[AlisaD]

*Takes Lostwitheal's hand, looks at the lines and shudders*
You are a gentle one, aren't you? Considerate. But firm. Rational. Perfect in a way - No good can come of it. I see great darkness following you. The brighter your light shines the more evil it will draw. There is nothing but endless battle on your path. Rivers of blood. Oceans of pain.
*Closes her eyes and shudders again. Lets Lostwitheal's hand fall in her lap and sighs. Turns around and sees Cav with a bottle of green delight.*
Now there's a pretty sight if I ever saw one. Cav my dear, have you ever considered joining in on the haging business? You already got this wonderful bottle straight out of my deepest desires, I'm sure you'd make a wonderful hag.
*Take a long, long gulp of absinthe and feels the darkness lifting. Looks at IrishPenguin passed out on the desk and smiles*

Look, a banananananananana king.

 

[Lostwitheal]

*Lifts hand up and looks at it. Pokes it*

You've been practicing I see. Quite general but seemingly personal, with a bit of flattery thrown in to make one want to believe it. Bit of shuddering too to suggest...something. A solid 8/10 and a cookie.

*Smiles at Alisa, then heads in the direction of the bar, almost walking into the banana king*

Whoa, nearly. My, aren't you....yellow