Blaze’s ship landed early one morning, with Blaze quickly exiting, and going to a unused building in Offtopic. He disappeared into the building for a few hours, until a truck came, which Blaze came out to quickly pull crates into the building. Then, another few hours passed, and Blaze came out, putting a sign next to the door to the building. It read:
[i] Welcome to Blaze’s bar, for everyone from dead to eldritch to enjoy![/i] then on the bottom in bold letters read [b] NO KILLING [/b]
Inside we’re tables, a bar, and a few streamers, with a banner saying [i]Opening Day![/i]
[spoiler] Welcome to Blaze’s Bar! Now is probably when I should explain how this works. The bar is like any average one, with tables and the main bar itself, with some shadowy corners for people. You reply to this post with your location at the bar, and any other things you want to add, like your character’s thoughts. Then, you can go reply to other people’s threads if you want to talk to them. Blaze will come around to take your order eventually, including food and drink, but have fun! [/spoiler]
Remember: You can also go onto other people’s threads to talk to them. Just don’t like, let’s say, all go to lee at the same time, if you can.
Leaving edit: At the end of the day, Blaze pushes people out of the bar, and locks up, excited for the next time he decides to open up.
[spoiler]Finish up any conversations![/spoiler]
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Shouldn't you be snatching up small children on Discord?
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how do you do this
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"Wait, this isn't Golden Bar & Pub."
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Can I have an order of tots to go?
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I'll take a pitcher of Budlight and a plate o wings with some blue cheese and celery please.... This👆 is what im looking forward to after my house arrest is over...
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Eyyyy!
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*I enter and sit down at the bar* "Something weak please. I have to work."
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*I walk in a go sit in the furthest corner, watching everyone*
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*the bar door dramatically opens, to reveal a tiny bird, he waddles in and flaps towards a open chair and waits for the waiter*
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*a hooded figure enters the bar*
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A green portal opens up and Shûb walks through. Being that he is quite large, he curls himself up in a corner, trying not to knock over anything with his THICCness.
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I'll have a shot of spiked peanut butter
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A red bearded dwarf with a axe at his side walks to the bartender. “I’ll take some of Yer strongest of ales.”
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Edited by meld: 4/14/2020 5:05:09 PM*opens door* WASSUP -blam!-ERS!!!!!! *pulls out gun* WHO WANTS SOME- *realizes killing is not allowed* Welp, guess I’ll leave now
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A pale elf walks into the bar. On his back is a mandolin. "Hello, good barkeeper. How's business so far?"
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*a mid twenties man pops his head through the door, cowboy hat tipped slightly down to disguise his facial features* Huh a new bar? *I walk in, dressed in blue jeans and a zip up jumper and combat boots, i approach and sit at the bar waiting to be served*
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Edited by ZekeGDammiT: 4/14/2020 4:18:02 PM*walks up to the bar, sits down, pounds fist on the bar* I need 100 beers, exactly 100 beers.
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Oh hewwo thewe, Bwaze. Wassyup?
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*a a golden portal opens just outside the door, and a 4'11 cat girl in a school uniform stepss out carrying a large golden chest. She walks through the door, sets the box down in the middle of the room and sits on it*
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Xi and Lambda are moving outside, the latter levitating, looking forward with a blank emotionless stare, and the former walking, while looking very annoyed staring down at what appeared to be a shopping list. “I don’t see how going shopping is supposed to help get control of my-“ [SYSTEM ERROR] Xi suddenly stumbles to the side, collapsing through the door and onto the ground. Lambda follows in after, and looks down at him. “Number 14?” [Dissonance detected, attempting to restabilize] [Restabilization complete, welcome back Ξ-14] “Ugh..” Xi pulled himself up. “Lambda? What just happened?” “. . .”
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You got any Pocket Spaghetti™? If not, I'll take the usual sand.
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*Roanoke enters the bar and sits at the counter* Ion- Surprise me with my drink and I’ll take a bowl of crackers and peanuts.
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[i]Luck enters, locates a corner table, and sits down. Today, his hair is an unkempt brown, a color that also permeates his typically golden eyes. He wears what looks like a corporate merchandise hoodie, emblazoned with a modernized, minimalistic logo of the Bleeding Raven. As he sits and waits, he begins to weave a strange and foreign mist between his hands—something odd, seeing as Luck doesn’t typically use direct magic.[/i]
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i walk in, not trying to draw attention to myself [spoiler]just here for a drink…[/spoiler]