The Bar
General roleplay hangout
From the garish flourescent PARTY sign mounted lopsidedly on the roof to the crude white exlamation mark painted on the door, the outside of this building screams "WE WANT YOUR MONEY!!", albeit in a particularly convincing manner. It stands out from it's surroundings by the sole fact that it seems to have some life to it, which is probably the main reason you first decide to enter. The inside is dim, and a little drab compared to the outside, although occasionally the tacky spinning mood light is on and ovals of colour glide dancing across the walls. Most of the room his filled with sagging couches and scratched up coffee tables, although for some reason a couple old-style booths with bright red seats sit against one wall, looking desolate and deserted without accompanying windows. Framed images, many with broken glass, are hung around the plain walls, (the colour of which are difficult to tell in the dim light - perhaps some shade of brown?), some images are from Gaia's history, some are unrecognizeable, but they're always a talking point. The dim lights and mis-matched look of the place somehow come together to create a homey atmosphere, and The Bar (as it as no other name) is a favourite haunt of many of The Artificial Room's residents and visitors.
Then of course, there's the bar itself. It sits against the one of the side walls adjacent to the two lonely booths. You notice the stools are of various sizes and levels of sturdyness, and looking past those you see the robotic bartender staring silently at you. You stare back, but it soon returns to whatever menial task it had been doing previously. Stanley, as it turns out is the robot's name, never talks, but can mix drinks like nobody's business. As it also turns out, it never directly asks you to pay - but most people pay anyway. Not only does Stanley keep track of who has and who has not paid their bill, it's considered bad luck to be stingy on the robot.
Then of course, there's the bar itself. It sits against the one of the side walls adjacent to the two lonely booths. You notice the stools are of various sizes and levels of sturdyness, and looking past those you see the robotic bartender staring silently at you. You stare back, but it soon returns to whatever menial task it had been doing previously. Stanley, as it turns out is the robot's name, never talks, but can mix drinks like nobody's business. As it also turns out, it never directly asks you to pay - but most people pay anyway. Not only does Stanley keep track of who has and who has not paid their bill, it's considered bad luck to be stingy on the robot.
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*Dyce walks into the barren bar (exception extended to the bartender)*
How's it goin', Stanley?
*Stanley, the bartender, just stares at him blankly...*
Okay...how's about you take a break, and let me give my bartending skills a try! mrgreen
*Stanley shrugs, and keeps cleaning glasses*
Here...take this, and just go on break!
*Dyce fishes around in his gold pouch, and while counting out gold, Stanley helps himself, and takes off...likely to never be seen again*
Ugh...I need to keep my gold in a safer spot...so NOBODY takes it...
*Dyce takes a few minutes to build in a secret stash area*
There...now when we get donations, I can just add it to the pot, and keep it in reserve for any contests we may feel like hosting! ^_^
