You have just entered room "tavern."
Lithaladhwen: (I'll lurk and would appreciate a log, folks.)
Choark: *Jenna leads Chris, with Kae over his sholder, into the nearest tavern and looks around, searching for a good table*
Choark: ( no prob, just started now )
Lithaladhwen: (By the way, props to the PTB for starting a new chat.)
Choark: ( sorry, it was just getting a bit too much to follow )
Lithaladhwen: (I'm just happy we had a CI big enough it couldn't fit in one room.)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (Bleh?)
FFFan80: (remember in the old days?)
FFFan80: (When too much would go on and we'd split off?)
FFFan80: (=D; )
Besyanteo: (... I do!)
Besyanteo: (... HFS)
Lithaladhwen: (Before my time, alas.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Yup.)
Besyanteo: (CHOARK.)
FFFan80: <Chris Kilmett>
Papa Tymisonn: (Dang, that's oldschool...)
Choark: *Seeing a rather good one located fairly near the bar she wonders over and motions Chris to follow*
Besyanteo: (*Tackleglomp*)
FFFan80: *seeing as they are in the tavern...*
Papa Tymisonn: <Kae'Oss Tymisonn, on a wolfman's shoulder>
Choark: ( DUDE! Yo! *high five* )
FFFan80: *unceremoniously drops Kae to the floor* =-\/-=
Choark: Make sure he comes over.
Choark: Please.
Choark: *smile*
Besyanteo: (Second Gen I take it?)
Choark: ( totally )
FFFan80: =6\/6= ...I'm sure he'd love to... WOULDN'T you?
Besyanteo: (... So tempted to play Hyu.)
Besyanteo: (He's manly AND Chris hates him. =D)
FFFan80: (I think he might spontaneously go rabid from hate, then =[ )
Choark: *of course other tavern users are a bit worried about this rather aggresive behavour*
Besyanteo: (Though, I think Hyu and Gina broke up? o.o;-)
FFFan80: (May have, it's been awhile 9_<; )
Papa Tymisonn: ... you happy?
Besyanteo: (We'll say yes for simplicity.)
FFFan80: ....I'm not sure you want me to answer that =e_e=
Choark: *waiting at the table and ordering everyone a drink and something very very strong*
Papa Tymisonn: ... fine.
Besyanteo: *A tall man enters the Tavern! Damn tall. He's 6'7" Lion type nekojin, and looks like he could bench press a boulder. His fur is dark orange, and his hair contrasts as a light hay blonde.*
Besyanteo: *He's wearing loose black pants and a white sleevless shirt*
Besyanteo: (Bleh, getting IMed. one second.)
Besyanteo: (Roit)
Besyanteo: *he goes to take a seat... And hey, there's Chris.*
FFFan80: *For the moment, does not notice, as he's somewhat blinded by intense RAWRness* =<\/<=
Besyanteo: IM: ... Jeez. What's his problem now? We haven't even spoken yet.
Besyanteo: *he goes to take a table more quietly, while wathcing to see what Chris is up to*
Choark: ... *see's who has come in and decides to order double what she just ordered a second ago* (assuming Chris speaks to Jenna about.. stuff and things)
Papa Tymisonn: Sorry to... barge into you guys.
Papa Tymisonn: I ... know you like your space.
Choark: come over here. I just ordered a drink
FFFan80: =e.e= ...
Choark: *not a tone to disobey*
Besyanteo: (Cho: Talking to Hyu or Kae?)
Choark: ( Kae, sorry )
Besyanteo: (Right)
Papa Tymisonn: *goes on over*
Choark: IM: We could get him so drunk and drop him on that doorstep of those men who I know would love a young little plaything whoes ass is not.. *stops her thoughts there*
Choark: Sit. So. tourtured any families recently. I'm sorry! That was rude. Been well?
FFFan80: ...*smirks*
Lithaladhwen: (Hee.)
Besyanteo: IM: ... wut.
Papa Tymisonn: ... Yeah. I know I deserved that.
Papa Tymisonn: Take every shot you got. I'll accept it with good nature and aplomb.
Choark: IM: If he goes reformed religious man on me I'll guy him here I swear
Choark: (gut^)
Besyanteo: (We knew. ^_^)
FFFan80: ...You do know some of that may not be thing's you'd want to live through, right? =e.e=
Papa Tymisonn: Yeah. I do.
FFFan80: *my, he seems rather fuzzier than normal =[ *
Choark: And what would be the fun of doing it when you can take it. I'm pretty sure, yes I'm very sure I remember, its more fun watching them fight it right?
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Choark: *hands Chris a drink while saying this*
FFFan80: *takes, and sips* =-\/-= Thanks.
FFFan80: ...=¬.¬=
Choark: *she passes a drink to Kae*
Choark: Go on drink
Papa Tymisonn: *what is it? A beer? A shot?*
Choark: *A shot*
Choark: *And Black*
Papa Tymisonn: *downs it*
FFFan80: *suddenly, mid drink*
Papa Tymisonn: *and it tasted liiiiiiiiike...?*
FFFan80: *Kae has the feeling of intense, bone crunching pain on one of his toes* =e.e=
Papa Tymisonn: >.e
Choark: *And Jenna smiles that evil i know what you're feeling smile*
Papa Tymisonn: Ow...
Choark: Enjoy it? Its the hardest stuff here. I hear it can give quite a punch though
Papa Tymisonn: It's good...
Choark: *not Jenna couldn't of done it because she's just that bit too far away on the table*
Choark: *note^*
FFFan80: *sips drink calmly* =-.-=
Papa Tymisonn: What else you got?
Besyanteo: *continues to watch, wondering what the hell's going on of course. Still waiting to see if things explain themselves on their own.*
Choark: At the moment, conversation.
Choark: You're out and about then?
Papa Tymisonn: Yeah. Got a place back in Doma...
Papa Tymisonn: Just here to pick up a debt owed.
FFFan80: =-.-= ....surprised that isn't the other way around... =e.e= *sip*
Choark: Hmm. Didn't seem like a long time
Choark: IM: Then again.. with my family history they probably mostly thought it was a service... -_-;;
Choark: *downs her drink after that thought*
Papa Tymisonn: Good behaviour... plus... Mom... pulled some strings... <.<
FFFan80: *Hyu may notice, while he's been on the receiving end of the angry fuzzy one's looks before... they were never this bad =[*
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: And why, exactly, did she do that?
Choark: *gives Chris another drink, mostly for him*
Papa Tymisonn: I dunno... Moms... *shrug*
FFFan80: *nods in thanks, and takes another drink* =~.~=
Choark: *looks a Kae and a little twitch happens* Yeah... Moms.
Papa Tymisonn: (Jazz: WOOOOOOOOOOO DOGGY! I'M CRAZY! *RUNS PANTLESS AND FREE!*)
Choark: IM: I'm going to rape his ass with this @*^@ Chair! And Table!
Besyanteo: IM: Yeah... definitely gonna have to talk to him abou this.
Choark: *downs the drink and passes Kae one*
Choark: ... *breaths in* ...* then out*
Papa Tymisonn: *downs it*
Besyanteo: *Eventually gets himself something light, so he's less conspicuous.*
Choark: *This one so happende to be 80% alchole*
Choark: *A lovely strong drink never really designed for downing - but, oh well*
Papa Tymisonn: ... wowsers...
Papa Tymisonn: ... >.o Got any more?
FFFan80: ...*hics*
FFFan80: *and sips* =>.~=
Besyanteo: IM: ... oh hell. And now he's getting drunk.
Choark: Its coming.
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*+
Papa Tymisonn: WOW that was strong... >.<
Choark: You know, I could make insects suddenly pop into your mouth and crawl into your belly. Allowing them to slowly eat your stomachs inner wall and watch you poision yourself to death.
Lithaladhwen: (Awww....)
Lithaladhwen: (Somehow my font died. Odd.)
Papa Tymisonn: And I'd deserve it. What's your point?
FFFan80: *driiiiink*
Choark: Conversation. I wanted to point out i'm not
Papa Tymisonn: Alright.
Choark: I'd also like to point out Chris here hasn't hurt you as much as he'd like to
Papa Tymisonn: I guessed that...
Papa Tymisonn: *doesn't make eye contact*
Choark: We are both showing restraint on our parts.
FFFan80: =>.e= ...*siiiiiip*
Choark: The problem is. Why? I know i'm not that good at being good but revenge can be a noble cause. Right? There are books on it I'm sure.
Papa Tymisonn: Right.
Papa Tymisonn: (scratch)
Papa Tymisonn: (No, never mind.)
Papa Tymisonn: (It works.)
Papa Tymisonn: I don't KNOW why.
Papa Tymisonn: ... I know what I am, Jenna. I know what I deserve.
Choark: So. What are you plans now. *all menance and evil intent coming out of her voice*
Papa Tymisonn: Try to be human for a change, I was thinking...
FFFan80: ...bullshhid...
FFFan80: =>_e= ...*yup a wee bit liquored up*
Besyanteo: *facepalm*
Papa Tymisonn: ... Chris... It's true.
Papa Tymisonn: Deal.
Papa Tymisonn: *aaaaaaaand it's just started to hit him*
FFFan80: Yur fulla shid and we all knowdit
Choark: Kae, less attitude to a man who can rip your arms off and is a little tipsey
Papa Tymisonn: ... says the girl who gave me a shot of near pure alcohol... e_e
Choark: Chris, for a sec, shhhh. I'm going to do something idiotic and noble. Kae. I drank it to. I'm just better at handelling it
FFFan80: =e\/e=
Choark: *the last bit had a small glare*
Papa Tymisonn: I know...
Papa Tymisonn: ... don't know why you're getting me drunk anyways...
Papa Tymisonn: As I recall, this is how our problems started...
Choark: No, that would of happened anyway
Choark: And I didn't get you drunk the night... that... happened. Correct?
Papa Tymisonn: ... yeah...
Choark: So
Choark: Idiotic part. You're free. You got a broken toe and a hangover but thats it. Nobel part is because I can't really judge you considering
Choark: However *said with a smile and a thumbs up*
Papa Tymisonn: Like I'm proud of that...
Choark: I will inform everyone else of where you are and what has happened
Choark: Everyone. I'm sure you would of let us all know anyway but I'm going to make sure
Papa Tymisonn: Fine. I think Akky knows... and I told Pure...
Papa Tymisonn: IM: Wait. She doesn't know about her... well, this will be interesting...
Choark: .. Pure? *tries to recal* Hmm well thats one name to add.
Choark: With that over, I'm sticky and in need of a drink and as we're all here anyway. Chris!
Papa Tymisonn: Yeah, uh... she's... *something too greatly mumbled to understand*
FFFan80: =>_e=? Eh?
Choark: I'm leaving you alone with him and gettingmore drinks
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Besyanteo: IM: ... This should be interesting.
Choark: I'll be back in about five minutes. Have fun
Choark: ( because I was taking over the chat ={ Sorry )
Papa Tymisonn: (It's OK.)
FFFan80: (...)
FFFan80: (Well you would be the one who was hurt directly =P )
Besyanteo: (I just picked a bad character for getting involved in things. Whee.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Happens to the best of us.
FFFan80: ...know what's funneh?
Papa Tymisonn: No, I do not.
Choark: IM: @*&@ being noble and @*&@ Kae for being so.. ARRGH next time I'll... .. ah screw it I need a drink and when me and Chris get a room he better be able to remember where to put it!
FFFan80: I used ta blame myself for what happened...
FFFan80: (*dies*)
Papa Tymisonn: ... oh.
Choark: ( I was serious for more then a minute.. I needed something! )
Besyanteo: (... Wait, what?)
FFFan80: Thinking I shudda been der... shudda done somethin..
Choark: ( if you missed it or didn't understand its okay )
Besyanteo: (I understood.)
Papa Tymisonn: IM: This ... is so bizarre...
Besyanteo: (I had no idea they were a couple. It just strikes me funny I suppose. :o)
FFFan80: But then everyone reminded me...
Papa Tymisonn: IM: He's confessing this all to ME?
FFFan80: ...who was really at fault... =e.e=
Papa Tymisonn: ...
Papa Tymisonn: Do what you gotta, man...
FFFan80: There's only one thing I ever thought of, other than tearing you apart every day.
FFFan80: Why?
Papa Tymisonn: Why? Why do you think?
Papa Tymisonn: (Or, wait...)
Papa Tymisonn: (yeah, scratch.)
Choark: ( By the by - its a fantasy rule that whenever you're in a tavern with an enemy or ex-enemy - even if you hate them - you must drink or sip hard drinks and talk calmingly to them *nods* )
Lithaladhwen: (Holdover from old westerns, I think.)
Besyanteo: (Alternatively,)
Papa Tymisonn: (Indeed.)
Besyanteo: (You have to start a fight that burns the bar down.)
Besyanteo: (whichever. =D)
Choark: ( That when ya with a group of friends )
Besyanteo: (Hmm. True.)
FFFan80: ...*hand with booze is twitching*
Choark: ( old enemy = drink, friends = fight! - something wrong with that )
FFFan80: ...How the fuck could you do something that horrible? =,e.e=
Papa Tymisonn: ... I... I was...
Papa Tymisonn: *hangs his head* A sick f@#$.
Choark: ( Oh! I totally updated my Choark information thread so you get the brief low down on what happened while he was away! )
FFFan80: ...and you expect us to think you're any different. Just like that.
Papa Tymisonn: ... that would be naive of both of us.
FFFan80: ...ever wonder, what keeps me from doing it?
Papa Tymisonn: ... actually, yeah, I do...
Choark: ( everyone: No! But for the sake of conversation: Yes )
FFFan80: *points at Jenna*
Choark: *what an ass* (stop being silly and doing OOC comments now )
FFFan80: If she, or anyone else, wanted you dead, I would have heard it a long, long time ago.
FFFan80: So, I have to assume, they have some reason for not wanting it.
FFFan80: =e_e= ...even if I don't completely agree.
Papa Tymisonn: *nods* Yeah. That sounds about right...
FFFan80: But, give me a reason, and I'm more than happy to decide otherwise...
FFFan80: *fangy drink from the glass* =-\/-=
Choark: *and thusly she returned with drinks*
Papa Tymisonn: ... I'll let you know.
Papa Tymisonn: Welcome back.
Papa Tymisonn: *to Jenna*
Choark: Well *and after she places the glasses down she holds an imaginary box and moves it to the left of her* .. putting all that aside, Chris! Why!?
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: Eh?
Choark: Why where ever I go are there demons and evil do'ers and bandits and virgin princesses crying for a dragon to save them from a knight or whatever
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: Er
FFFan80: .....
FFFan80: =<_>=; ...dunno?
Choark: *here she bangs her head on the table* We came here because I wanted to check out all the furr.. I mean see this wonderful culture
FFFan80: .......
FFFan80: =~_~=;
FFFan80: Ah yes
Choark: and instead I've spent more time in sewers and demon bellies then I care to imagine
Papa Tymisonn: ... heh.
Papa Tymisonn: *smirking, can't help it*
FFFan80: I recall your frequent use of the word 'pussies' on the trip down here =¬_¬=
Papa Tymisonn: *smirking LARGE now*
Besyanteo: (... Not that it matters much, but: )
Besyanteo: (I jsut found out that this is in Nekonia!)
Besyanteo: (... Which mean Hyu would never go here. Ever.)
Choark: *Glare at KAe* Don't! I'm in a bad mood. Tonight, instead of checking my hair for loose ends like everyone else I have to make sure I have no demonic eggs laying in it
Papa Tymisonn: Sorry, sorry... it's... that's just funny, is all...
Besyanteo: (So he's not here. And it doesn't effect the RP in the lsightest. Whoops!)
FFFan80: ...I'm pretty sure that's just what the old man told kids to keep em away, you know =<_<=
Choark: Chris! tonight i'm going to have to check you as well! so make sure you're ready!
FFFan80: ......
Choark: *meaniful look at him and the drinks*
FFFan80: That could take awhile
Choark: All night
FFFan80: =>.>= I do have a lot of fur in hard to see places...
Papa Tymisonn: *tries not to snicker*
Choark: Lots of it. And all of it must be checked
FFFan80: Of course.
Choark: I'll probably need help as well
FFFan80: Thoroughly, I'd hope.
Choark: ( Poor Kae is being ignored suddenly ={ ) Over and over again
FFFan80: ....
Choark: Once over isn't enough
FFFan80: Oh, I agree, tricky things to find, those eggs.
Papa Tymisonn: ... why not get scanned?
Papa Tymisonn: Y'know... with magic?
FFFan80: .......
FFFan80: =e\/e= *my, he doesn't like that suggestion*
Choark: Well I do have a magic rod
Choark: *thinks rather 'evil' thoughts on what could be done with that rod*
Besyanteo: (Poor Chris. :o)
Papa Tymisonn: (Better use some lube, missy... wouldn't want any tearing...)
Besyanteo: (>:-)
FFFan80: (...*smacks Cha with the subtley stick*)
Papa Tymisonn: (Ow.)
FFFan80: ....
FFFan80: =o_o=
FFFan80: =-_-=
FFFan80: =o_o=
FFFan80: Um, a problem occurs to me.
Choark: *comes back to reality* Oh?
FFFan80: The guy who asked us to off Mr. Demonic there.
Choark: Yeah...?
FFFan80: ...didn't he want, you know... physical proof?
FFFan80: =<_<=;
Choark: ...
Choark: ...
Papa Tymisonn: ... so... you're HOPING you find eggs, then...
FFFan80: ......
Choark: *smiles - strained smiles* So. I'm not getting... paid... again
Papa Tymisonn: Well, maybe that guy we gave it to will give you an arm or something...
Papa Tymisonn: ... if you can find him...
Choark: .. if the corpse is still intact
FFFan80: ....
FFFan80: I think I can remember his scent? =>_>=;
Papa Tymisonn: Go for it...
Choark: *looks like she's going to cry*
FFFan80: =<_<=;
FFFan80: *huuuuuuuuuuuug*
Choark: I know how this'll go! I've done another good deed with no reward
FFFan80: There's still time! We can try to find that grey-suited nekojin guy.
Choark: No... money. No furry herum. No money
FFFan80: .......
FFFan80: *blink*
FFFan80: =o_ó= ....come again?
Papa Tymisonn: ... yeah, I'd like a playback too... o.O
Choark: *grabs him and shakes* No money!
Choark: No money!
FFFan80: =>_@=;;;
FFFan80: I GOT THAT BIT
Choark: *repeats - a lot*
FFFan80: *sighs*
FFFan80: CALM DOWN
FFFan80: *hughugpat* =>_>=;
FFFan80: Look uh... I'll go see if I can find the guy, ok?
Choark: i'm going to rent that ghost infested slum for the rest of my life! i'm going to be doing good deeds! Oh my youth!
Choark: What happened to my youth?
FFFan80: ........*sighs* =~_~=;
FFFan80: No you're not.
Choark: *slightly over dramatic - wonder if its the drinks or if she just needed to let out stress*
Papa Tymisonn: ... you always bounce back, Jenna...
Choark: *looks at Chris, hard*
Choark: ... Room. Now! Sleepy *says the woman seemily bursting with energy*
Papa Tymisonn: o.O
FFFan80: .......
Papa Tymisonn: ... yarg.
Choark: Kae, wonderful to se ya not dead yet
FFFan80: .....=o.o=
Choark: Chris. Tired
FFFan80: *wagwagwag* Um, yes, room. Room good.
Papa Tymisonn: ... I REALLY don't want to hear this... >.<
Choark: *nods and grabs Chris*
FFFan80: =>_O=
Choark: *conciedently - as the two leave a barmaid approaches Kae*
FFFan80: *zooms off!*
Choark: Umm, this lady said that you'll be paying the bill?
Papa Tymisonn: ... of course... *finds that money pouch...arg*
Choark: It was four bottles of our most expensive 'brain buster' right
Papa Tymisonn: ... here. It's yours. *gives her the whole pouch*
Choark: *counts*
Choark: Yes... And the rest?
Papa Tymisonn: ... that's not enough? It's 1500 in there!
Choark: ( and I leave it here on this gag as I must go to bed! )
FFFan80: ( Actually, need to soon as well, I've got work in... 7 hours x_x )
Choark: ( >=D Its almost as if Jenna ran off on purpose! But.. Later folks! I really gotta go )
Besyanteo: (Night)
Besyanteo has left the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (Tah, guys.)
Choark: ( I meant to go to bed an hour and 45 minutes a go! )
Papa Tymisonn: (... welcome back.)
Choark: ( y parents are coming round and I have to tidy the house!! Oh NOES!! )
Choark: ( bye bye! )
Choark has left the room.
FFFan80: (Poor Kae =[ )
Papa Tymisonn: (He'll live.)
FFFan80: (Night folks)
FFFan80: (*saves and fwips*)
FFFan80 has left the room.
Papa Tymisonn has left the room.