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Quoth(The Raven)
*Arthur Flies in, dons discarded Visor, and produces a deck of cards, with pictures of female dragons in saucy poses (Or so I'm told) on them. starts fancy shuffling routine.*

Arthur: Anyone for blackjack?
JimiJimi
*Waits for voices to get help*

*Whistles a little*

Ah hell.

*Stands up and bashes head on trapdoor which immediately flies open*

*Jimi looks puzzled and notices everyone is looking at him*

Sorry...

*Jimi closes trapdoor back on himself*
voices_in_my_head
*moves Couch on top of trap door*

*sits back down at bar*
JimiJimi
Where am I remembering all this from before?

There are so many incidences, being plastered under the bar, being buried in CoBBS to name but two...

OK, maybe there are just two.

*Takes pocket torch cutter out of pocket and begins burning away the trapdoor*

I would remoe all flammable objects from above if I were you.
arachnidoc17
*puts tequilla shot next to trapdoor, watches intently*
voices_in_my_head
*moves Couch*
*Opens trapdoor*
*pours water on torch*
Wouldn't want to blow anyone up, would we?
*closes trap door*
*moves couch back on top of trap door and sits down on it*
arachnidoc17
*sees tequilla is still unlit*
Bah. *gets out lighter, sets shot aflame*
I'll give someone twenty to drink this while it's still on fire!
voices_in_my_head
Why not? It'll only hurt virtually....

*Takes tequilla from arachnidoc*
JimiJimi
Wow, you two managed to conduct the last four posts without removing the couch...

*Looks at sparking torch cutter*

I was beginning to wonder if it would even work using AA batteries...

Meh, nuts to it.

*Climbs out trapdoor, walks over to bar and changes beer taps around*
Quoth(The Raven)
*Arthur Tosses deck of cards over right shoulder, Visor over left*
Okay, no Blackjack. How about...
*Arthur pulls large roulette wheel out of marsupial like pouch*
a little roulette?
*Silence*
No?
*Tosses roulette wheel over left shoulder, takes out a new deck of cards*
How about a game of Fizzbin?
*Silence*
*Tosses deck over left shoulder*
Hey, is this a bar, or an oil painting?
*He decides to pass the time by juggling fireballs*
arachnidoc17
QUOTE (Quoth(The Raven) @ Jun 12 2005, 09:21 PM)
Hey, is this a bar, or an oil painting?
*


*assumes Picasso-style stature*
Quoth(The Raven)
*A stray (That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it! - Arthur) Fireball, the size of an icecube, lands in Arachnidoc's Drink, flash vaporising the alcohol, and neatly singing off his eyebrows, with no damage to the skin on his face...*

Arachnidoc: Whoa, nice gag, man!
*Arachnidoc walks away, not realising he has no Eyebrows... Starts whistling 'Dixie'*
arachnidoc17
Well, I guess that nixed my bet, Voices.

Oh well. Hmm, what else can I blow this twenty on?
*shimmy-slides over bartender*
Quoth(The Raven)
*Arthur flies over to Bar, landing beside Bartender. He quickly dons top half of tiny suit (Like cartoon ducks, Pendragons don't wear bottoms... their haunches are too oddly shaped to fit pants...) complete with tiny Bow tie... turns to Arachnidoc, while polishing a beer glass...*

Arthur: What will ye have?
*Casually breathes on glass, accidently melting it. sheepishly tosses molten blob over his shoulder...*
arachnidoc17
Gah! That's pirate talk I hear!
...
Martini, please.
JimiJimi
Yar, tis.

*Notices large baseball has walked into the bar*
Ashbless
*hangs out in comfy duct tape watching the fun. Also slacking from work but mostly watching the fun.* smile.gif
JimiJimi
*Stares at giant baseball*

Jimi: S'alright?

Basbell: S'okay.
voices_in_my_head
*giant Baseball bat Enters*


This can't be good...
JimiJimi
*Looks at baseball*

*Looks at drink*

*Looks back at baseball*

Thank God everyone else sees that too...

*Baseball and baseball bat begin to knock various furniture about whilst dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'*
voices_in_my_head
*pulls out BBgun*

This is too creepy, even for me....

*aims at baseball*
JimiJimi
*Voices shoots BB gun. The baseball has a small part ripped off. Like the T1000 in Terminator 2, it rebuilds itself...*

I'll post an image of that later...

*The baseball and bat carry on dancing, occasionally poking Voices*
voices_in_my_head
Ow..Stop it!..Ow....Ow.Seriously..Ow....Ow...

that's it

*Aims Laser gun at baseball and Baseball bat*
JimiJimi
*Baseball looks unimpressed at Voices*

*Baseball turns into grenade and then pokes Voices s'more*

*Baseball bat takes pin out of baseball grenade*
voices_in_my_head
*pushes Jimi in front of her and runs*
JimiJimi
*Looks up at giant grenade*

Why, hello there Mr, err... I'm sorry, what's you na--

*Bang*
JimiJimi
Woo, terminator baseball!

Quoth(The Raven)
*Smoke clears. Neither JimiJimi nor Baseball grenade is to be seen*
Arthur: He blowed up real good!
*Turns to Arachnidoc*
Arthur: What kind of Martini? Vodka, Apple, Dirty?
*In the background, JimiJimi begins reforming from thin air. In seconds, he's solid and whole, again.*
JimiJimi: Oogh! Whatta Rush! *Falls over*
Arthur: Personally, I prefer the Vodka Martini. The Apple is a bit girly, and the Dirty Martini is just plain nasty, unless you LIKE Bleu cheese floating in your drink...
*JimiJimi pulls himself to a standing position at Bar*
JimiJimi: You! I'll bet you're behind this, somehow!
Arthur: Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Bartender. I was behind the bar the whole time, right, Doc?
Arachnidoc: Yep. Give me a dirty Martini. I'll try anything, once.
*Arthur Shudders*
Arthur: If you're daft enough to order it, I'll make it for you...
JimiJimi: This isn't over, lizard...
*JimiJimi turns and trips, falling flat on his face...*
JimiJimi
*Jimi rolls onto his back and notices a large hole in the ceiling*

Wow...

*And a few other large holes in the wall*

Ah.

One sec...

*The decision making robot walks in, looks at the holes, calls the elves, then presses a button. Everyone moves places in the room and all the holes are fixed*
arachnidoc17
*completely oblivious to what was happening right behind him for the past few minutes*

...

Did I hear something?
JimiJimi
Decision making robot: ***YOU HEARD NOTING***

Jimi: Damn straight.

Decision making robot: ***SHUT THE HELL UP***

Jimi: Sorry.
arachnidoc17
*ponders, but just shrugs*
Quoth(The Raven)
Arthur: (Placing cocktail glass on bar): Here you go... one maggot-gagger. Drink it in good health...
*Watches intently, to see if Arachnidoc will actually drink a Martini with chunks of Bleu cheese floating in it...*
arachnidoc17
*swiftly downs the martini*
*face turns pale*
voices_in_my_head
*leads Arachnidoc to the trashcan*

Wouldn't want to mess up the floors, now would we?
arachnidoc17
*passes out head-first into trashcan*
*head clunks into trashcan*
Ashbless
*effortlessly slips out of duct tape*

*helps carry arachnidoc to the comfy chair by the fireplace*
*thoughtfully provides bucket beside chair*

*waves feather duster with spangles for the flying kittens to chase*
*looks a bit of a twit as the cats watch from various perches including sprawled in a heap in Keegan's basket*

Heck with it.

*pours a cup of tea and watches the rain falling outside*
Quoth(The Raven)
*JimiJimi walks up to the bar*
JimiJimi: What kind of a drink has chunks of Bleu Cheese floating in it? I'll bet you made that up.
*Arthur reaches under the bar, pulls out copy of Bartenders guide to mixed drinks. Flips pages, then shows JimiJimi the recipe for a dirty Martini*
JimiJimi: Well, then, I'll bet you're not even a real Bartender. Where's your license?
*Arthur produces scrolled document*
JimiJimi(Squinting): 'This document hereby certifies Arthur the Pendragon as a mixmaster in good standing on this, the tenth day of August, 1812...' 1812?
*Arthur nods*
JimiJimi: 'Licensed by the state of Inebriation'...
*Arthur rolls up scroll*
Arthur: That means it's legal wherever people get drunk...
voices_in_my_head
*walks in*

I would normaly do something...but...

*curls up on the couch*
I feel like being lazy.
Quoth(The Raven)
*Tobias comes flying in, and lands on barstool*
Tobias: Hiya pop! Kitchen still open?
Arthur: Whatcha want?
Tobias: How about a bowl of Peanut soup?
*Arthur rolls his eyes*
Arthur: Why can't you eat hamsters, like other Pendragons?
*Tobias makes a face*
Tobias: Hamsters? Ech! all that fur! Gives me hairballs!
*Arthur sighs, and produces Bowl*
Tobias: That was quick!
Arthur: I anticipated your order... You do know there's Chicken broth, in there...
*Tobias shrugs*
Tobias: Whatever. Just as long as none of Emma's relatives are in there...
voices_in_my_head
...ohmy.gif I hope there isn't a such thing as duck broth, is there?
Quoth(The Raven)
QUOTE (voices_in_my_head @ Jun 17 2005, 09:26 PM)
...ohmy.gif I hope there isn't a such thing as duck broth, is there?
*


Not that I'm aware of, but I have heard some people eat duck soup... Although I do happen to know that the Matabar is a duck soup free zone...
arachnidoc17
*comes to*

*spies bucket*

Well, that'll save me one trip to the washroom.

*hurk*

That was some pretty strong stuff right there.

*whips out sunglasses and takes a nap*
El Nino
QUOTE (Quoth(The Raven) @ Jun 7 2005, 02:11 AM)
LE: I also have a mixed drink dispenser... It can make anything from Apple Martinis to Zanzibar Sunsets... 1003 different drinks in all...

Ashbless: Can it make Pangalactic Gargleblasters?

LE (Checks invoice): Yep.  in four varieties, including extra zuugleberries...

Ashbless: Sold!
*

Good choice Ashbless. I'd like to try a Zanzibar Sunset.
*does so* Mmm, this is good. *has another 6 and follows it up with a Gargleblaster, then a thump is heard by anyone around to hear it.*
JimiJimi
*Jimi stares suspiciously at Arthur from the other side of the bar*

*He mumbles and mutters to himself whilst pacing up and down*

1812... August 10th 1812...

*He stares at this drink*

*He stares at his drink again*

*He stares at his drink a third time*

I'm on to you, Arthur the Pendragon, if that is your real name...
Ashbless
1812. Isn't that when the Canadians stormed down from Ontario and burned the White house to the ground? biggrin.gif

What? We weren't always so polite. The U.S. attacked first.


For the history buffs: Upper Canada was owned by the British at that point and the burning of gov't buildings happened Aug. 24, 1814. We only scortched the white house - we didn't burn that one down. : )
JimiJimi
*Stares at drink*

*Looks up at Ashbless*

I think you may be right. DMR?

*Decision Making Robot walks in*

DMR: ***YES SIR***

Jimi: Bring me up a list of all the crazy crap that happened in 1812.

...

...

Jimi: Hello?

DMR: ***HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DO THAT***

Jimi: What?

DMR: ***WOULD YOU LIKE IT ON A SHEET OF PAPER OR A DISPLAY SCREEN OR MAYBE PROJECTED ONTO A WALL***

DMR: ***OR I COULD MAKE YOU A NICE LITTLE FLORAL PATTERN***

Jimi: Just print me off a list.

...

...

DMR: ***SORRY, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO BRING UP A LIST OF ANYTHING***

...

...

Jimi: Then what were you designed for?

DMR: ***DECISION MAKING***

Jimi: You patched up the bar pretty quick after the baseball exploded...

DMR: ***I AM ALSO EQUIPPED WITH THE ABILITY TO SKIP TIME***

*Everyone moves places in the bar and everyone is wearing different clothes*
arachnidoc17
*wakes up from nap*

Wha-who?

Did I sleep-change clothes or did my shirt just change colors by itself?

*pulls off shades*

Well, I'd better get going home now. *waddles into storage room*
JimiJimi
*Jimi puts ear up to storage room*

Hmm...

*Jimi listens more intently*

I wonder what he does in there...

*Jimi gets whacked round the head by an opening door*
Ashbless
*flips icecubes into a cloth bag and lobs the icepack to JimiJimi for his head*

*moves the Boss fellow into his office to sleep off the Gargleblasters*
Just had to try all the flavours at once, eh?
*checks to see if he's still breathing tongue.gif *

*sets up the little floor cleaning robot devised by the elf squad*
And away it goes.

*Keegan comes in for a shoulder landing*
And then it grabbed the cookie and Pinapple swatted a matchbox and it growled and she puffed her fur and then
*Keegan pauses for breath*
Wyvern sent me for donuts.
How did you carry them?
Carry what?
The donuts?
Where?
*Keegan launches herself off Ash's shoulder and flys off after golden snitch. It happened to wander past and distract her*
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