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2009-04-06, 05:27 AM (ISO 8601)
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Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
Taverna Generica
"διακονέoμέv άπαν"TAVERNA: Teh Acronym's Victoriously Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol Yes, The is not normally included. Hence, "teh"
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PUB: Place of Uberous Bavardage Credit for that to Blue Umbrella for that particular Acronym
Reasoning for this thread: Townies complained that ACRONYM players and characters were intruding, destroying their plots, and generally making a nuisance of themselves. This thread (and perhaps others that may follow in its vain) are by no means trying to replace town, but are trying to offer ACRONYM players the chance to show their characters off in a non-ACRONYM base environment. In the same way, we are in no way saying that because this thread is here, it will stop ACRONYM players from using the Town. We also remind Townies that we are not saying you cannot post here. Yet, we dissuade you from doing so.
Before you stands a stout, heavy building, constructed from dark, grey stones, with crossbeams latticing neatly across the foundation, up to the heavy wooden, and thatched, roof above. An inn sign hangs outside, eroded by age, the image undecipherable, the name withered: TAVERNA GENERICA.
On the front door, someone, most likely eons ago, has inscribed the same words, and the words Townies, Keep Out! Someone has also hung a sign, offering ACRONYMers work in the bar, permanently, though, in reality, you'll have to work your way up.
The tavern is in walking distance from any Acronym organisations, and other major Acronym landmarks, such as Freedom Glades (where the portal to Town currently is). This, I stress most heavily, is not to be abused so you can run amok. It is so characters with no teleport capabilities can come to the inn. Yes, it makes no sense, considering that the organisations are miles apart, in some cases, even further, with environmental hazards, etc. It just is. Should I receive complaints that this is being abused, this shall be edited away.
Inside, there is a large bar area, capable of seating at least one hundred people, with tables, big and heavy, and dark red leather chairs, aged yet comfy, littered about in a disorganised style. Old, oil paintings, of landscapes and battles, are hung randomly about the place, and a roaring fire constantly blazes to one side, nicely illuminating the baby grand piano. Shuttered windows look out onto the streets outside. Behind the bar, an assortment of NPCs man the bar, all middle-aged, pot-bellied men, with bad body odour, and too much stubble and wart issues. The occasional good-time girl (legal), and, recently, boy (legal) (working as a bar wench/manwench) also serves as a bar(wo)man at times, many are rather too old or ugly to be of much use to the refined ACRONYMer, though. And, still further behind them, are the drinks, many hundreds of thousands of them, ranging from the mundane, to the mystic. From the bar, one can also buy typical bar foodstuffs, like pork scratchings, and dragon-flavoured nuts and kettle chips. One can also order proper food, in dizzying variety, from the kitchen, at rather high prices. By the bar, a sign reads "No Wanton Telepathy or Reality-Warping, Please.". The only regular barmaid/hostess/front-of-house is Yasmin Lewis. Beside the bar is a noticeboard, currently displaying an advert for the nearby time and dimesional travel service, Time Tours, a posh flyer for Restaurant Enchanté and a simple note for Professional Services.
Behind the bar is a large kitchen area, designed to cater for large functions, staffed by unnamed NPC slaves and servants. The technology in the kitchen has been imported from another dimension, there are incinerators, ovens, microwaves, and fridges, unlike the typical level of technology in this dimensional quadrant.
Beneath the kitchen and bar area, accessible through a hidden staircase, lies the gigantic, mysterious wine cellar, filled with ancient drinks, and age-old graffiti, filled with dust, and the occasional pair (or more) making hot nookie beside the bottles, barrels, fine clarets, pure Chardonnays, vintage burgundies, and other fine wines...
Above the bar and kitchen, for three floors up, lie rooms, varying in taste and decor, available as homes, and as places to stay the night. There are NPC cleaners who circulate among the rooms every few days or so, to clean up after the notoriously dirty ACRONYMers.
There's a small stables outside, where horses, ponies, and smaller mounts can be stored, and the NPC stableboys are perfectly capable of sending larger mounts and vehicles to other, larger, holding places off-site, when required to. A hire service working from the stables can send off for rentable mounts, but there is an NPC heavy warhorse stored there, by the name of Cookie, created by Kaela, who can be rented for dramatic entrances, and the like, for a much more modest price.
The only spells on the inn are ones that prevent alcohol from being watered down, and another that stops the entire inn being destroyed. Portals, and teleports, are perfectly allowed within, though frowned upon if they appear in places where they're not wanted.
IC Rules are as follows:
Spoiler1. No listening to unhappy songs during happy hour!
2. No killing the staff.
3. No vandalism.
4. No thieving!
5. Not so much a rule, but we'd like to remind customers that we retain the right to refuse and kill customers, and no responsibility can be taken on our part if you're evicted, injured, or killed, by Taverna employees.
6. No drug use.
7. No food and drink brought in from other establishments is to be consumed here without staff permission.
Breaking of the rules may earn ACRONYMers banning from the tavern, or a fine. Or, in certain cases, other ACRONYMers, or NPC policemen and bounty hunters, may be employed to hunt down the nasty, nasty people who broked the rules.
OOC Rules are as follows:
Spoiler1. No controlling the NPCs to do anything that would be considered unlike them to do. You're permitted to make them serve your character(s) a drink, but no, let's say, make them get drunk and burn the place down. Of course, you could always make it clear your character is mind-controlling them into doing such as thing, for example, but you cannot make them do anything out of the ordinary, and make it seem as if they were doing it out of their own free will. I control the NPCs when I'm online and active here.
2. No destroying the place, or doing something to it that'll produce a similar effect (for example, no placing a massive time freeze on the entire area forever). You're allowed to damage it, but destroying it just takes the fun out of it for all the other players.
3. No godmoding/godmodding. Even if it's permitted in some ACRONYMs, it isn't in others, and therefore shall not be allowed in the taverna. The occasional mishap's OK, repeated offence isn't.
4. Players are allowed to make NPCs speak in whatever tone, colour, and font they so choose, though, in keeping with pre-established tradition, the female NPCs normally speak in orange, the males in gray. If I, the thread runner, am not online, NPCs can be played by anyone.
5. Please try and keep posts longer than one or two lines of speech. Description is appreciated. One-or-two-liners that don't do much are OK once in a while - but not regularly.
6. If you want random smashy hahaN00BlulzFun, here's not the place. Anything spammy, random, or just plain annoying, can go! Of course, if your silliness is in moderation and well-roleplayed, and considerate of other players, then welcome in.
Repeated rule violaters (in nearly all circumstances OOC, but perhaps IC), can be punished by being IC banned from the thread. And therefore OOC banned to, under threat of mod being called to remove you for breaking thread rules.
Any other rules can be submitted by PM, and can be considered. Please bear in mind that the rules of this thread may update. Alerts that updates have been made will be made clear on the rest of the thread.
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2009-04-06, 06:02 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
Mr. Boo, an unnamed man, walks into the Taverna and removes a name tag from his pocket. He proceeds to write down his name on the name tag using blood from his finger as ink. He sticks it onto the door of the Taverna, and then leaves. His name is all that remains.
Originally Posted by Name Tag
Okay pretty lady, bye bye now!Last edited by Boo; 2009-04-06 at 06:03 AM.
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2009-04-06, 06:31 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2009-04-06, 06:39 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
Singing a song softly under her breath, the girl, Amelia, walks downstairs, having recently awoken, bathed, and dressed. Her bi-colour hair streaming down her back, strewn with roses, catches the light from the Taverna's various fires, and brings out the hue of the simple dusky rose shift she wears, matching jewellery further displaying her beauty. Beatific, she takes a seat at the bar, and orders a glass of dilute cedar-resin, mixed with raspberry juice.
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2009-04-06, 07:00 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
“Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.”
– Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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2009-04-06, 07:02 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
Amelia turns, slightly, as she sips her peridot drink with ruby lips, and, with eyes of emerald, watches Shrike and Tobias fight, her gaze passive.
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2009-04-06, 07:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wa-
Whoops. Wrong introduction.
The door is opened, and a person steps in, blood dripping from his flamboyant clothing. Not in the threatening, murderous sense you see, but in the sense that some poor soul has had to walk several miles through the pouring blood-rain. Of course, said soul may may not have been as disturbed as a normal person would be, judging from the twin horns peeking out from the black hair that flopped over his forehead, and the slender, whiplash tail, the same color as his bronzed skin, emerging from his pants. No, *not* like that. Perverts. Anyway, though the man takes the blood falling from the sky to be the most ordinary thing in the world, his clothes are almost certainly ruined. Relatively speaking of course, his clothes being flamboyant, mismatched apparel not out of place in a Final Fantasy game, though the bright colors have faded somewhat from travel (and are now all red with blood).
So this tiefling, this tiefling in the blood soaked JRPG clothes walks into the Taverna in a manner reminiscent of those 'An [X] walks into a bar' jokes, little droplets of blood pitter-pattering onto the floor, and takes a seat at a bar stool. Then he stands up in sudden pain, relocates his tail, and sits down again.Last edited by Ashen Lilies; 2009-04-06 at 10:57 AM.
Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 07:40 AM (ISO 8601)
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Hello. Amelia, who, too, is sitting at the bar, still slowly sipping at her somewhat viscous, unnatural drink. What's your name? She asks, with a sympathetic smile, her eyes bright and entrancing in the somewhat hushed light of the Taverna, the aforementioned storm of rain outside having imbued the air with an unnatural shade, dulling much.
Meanwhile, a barmaid gives the newcomer a menu, along with a curtsey.
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2009-04-06, 07:57 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Will Valentine," he says with a smile, "and you?"
He flicks through the menu absently, not looking at it. It seems he doesn't have the common Acronymia ability of doing two or three things at once.Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 08:00 AM (ISO 8601)
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My name's Amelia. Amelia Moore. You have a beautiful name. Smiling at him, briefly, she says those words, and then, slowly, takes another painstaking sip from her drink, her eyes focussing on him all the while, the emerald globes looking him up and down, round and round...
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2009-04-06, 08:28 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Why thank you, you have a beautiful name as well."
He smiles again, a charming smile of warmy warmthness. Like hell! Hell is a warm place. His smile might be slightly less warm than that though.Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 08:30 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
Thanks. Blushing, very slightly, she smiles at him, again, with a smile only as warm as an Indian Summer day, perhaps nearing dusk. Finishing her drink (breaking trend to swig it all down), she orders a refill, and, as she digs about in the pockets of her shift-dress for change with which to pay, asks So why are you here?
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2009-04-06, 08:38 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Well, I mostly just hop from place to place. This town just happened to be in my way and I figured I'd stop by. I got a bit put off by the weather, but I figure it isn't usually like this."
As Amelia orders a refill, Will takes the opportunity to ask a barmaid about the pricing of a meal.Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 08:41 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
No. The sanguine storm only recently initiated, methinks. Wherefore is the sky like that, I know not, I am aware, merely, that my heart bleeds as the clouds, to see such horror. Amelia says, her eyes even brighter than before, before she further sips (to sup) from her newly rejuvenated glass of drink.
Meals are [insert moderately price] in whatever currency that functions as currency you can pay with, sir. A barmaid says, simpering, her bovine features chubby.
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2009-04-06, 08:49 AM (ISO 8601)
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Will grimaces slightly at the price, and rummages around in his multiple pockets, nodding at what Amelia says. He counts out the coins, and places on the bar top the magnificent sum of a few copper pieces. Maybe 5 or 6.
"I'm guessing a banquet is out of the question..."Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 08:58 AM (ISO 8601)
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Your estimation is correct, mister. The barmaid says, backing away slightly, tinging his money into the antique cash register, then serving him a small club sandwich, and a glass of tapwater, with ice and lemon.
Amelia just sips.
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2009-04-06, 09:08 AM (ISO 8601)
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Will just stares at his sandwich.
"Did I mention how fine you are looking this night?"Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 09:33 AM (ISO 8601)
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Inner CircleHomebrewSpoiler
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2009-04-06, 09:43 AM (ISO 8601)
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Will sighs as the barmaid deadtimes, and obligingly eats his sammich.
Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 10:02 AM (ISO 8601)
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2009-04-06, 10:09 AM (ISO 8601)
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Creepy? He's a Tiefling. A ravenous Tiefling, who eats his sandwich very, very quickly.
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He's still covered in blood, you know.Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 10:12 AM (ISO 8601)
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Puh! Amelia's been
playing dollies with a dead body for the last few weeksdoing things that haven't been revealed yet. Are you hungry, Mister Loving? I can pay for more food for you, if you'd like?
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2009-04-06, 10:25 AM (ISO 8601)
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Tobias drinks down the potion and dismisses his heating spell. Now healed somewhat, he tries to twist her arm behind her back. That's a good one. Where do you guys come up with these silly ideas? "Draw", and "surrender" too. Heh. No, I will resume beating the snot out of you until you answer a few questions of mine. Not that he was ever beating the snot out of her.
Last edited by FireFox; 2009-04-06 at 02:35 PM.
“Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.”
– Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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2009-04-06, 10:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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"You would really do that? That's very kind."
Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 10:30 AM (ISO 8601)
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Smiling at him, again, Amelia continues to search about her pockets, and, eventually, pulls out a golden coin, left over from the bag Tobias once gave to her. Eat up, Mr. Love, you've got to. You want to, after all. Blowing him a kiss, before slipping the coin over to him, she skip-hop-dances, blurrily, out towards the stables.
((deadtime))
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2009-04-06, 10:35 AM (ISO 8601)
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And so, the Tiefling uses the gold coin to buy the biggest meal he can. Tiefling's gotta eat. He's gotta deadtime as well.
Last edited by Ashen Lilies; 2009-04-06 at 10:57 AM.
Originally Posted by Lord Magtok
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2009-04-06, 11:33 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Taverna Generica 11: Teh Acronym's Very Extraordinary Realm of Nice Alcohol
"Alright ma'am. We'll go to the beach then ma'am." He grins.
He's not entirely sure about fighting seagulls, not sure how or why, but he'll live with it. "Now we just got to wait for Vidalia ma'am." He looks outside at the blood rain. "And, uh, for it to stop raining ma'am." Probably don't want to see the ocean after it has been raining blood for the past few days.
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2009-04-06, 11:37 AM (ISO 8601)
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"We can stay here until the apocalypse is over," Decker says. "Or I can find a beach somewhere else, where the world isn't ending."
My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2009-04-06, 12:39 PM (ISO 8601)
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And in a blatant example of double posting, there is suddenly a pretty little elephant curio sitting on the bar, seemingly teleported into place.
It appears to be made of precious metals and gemstones.My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2009-04-06, 12:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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Yasmin, walking back to the bar, having served a nearby elven customer with a glass of freshly prepared jasmine tea, raises an eyebrow at the curio, and, setting the pot down on its place behind the counter, goes over to the recently appeared item. What on earth...? She says, reaching out to touch it.