[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Song Book]

@Snarfulblast
"Do you have any idea if a escort like person worked here at some point? Since you seem to have been here before?" She would say to the man slightly grumpy no one knew anything. How could they go on a treasure hunt without any information.

[Snarfulblast]

@Song Book"Well there was that one lass, but I'm nay sure iffen she's still here or not. Other than her I danne know, mostly because I ain't been here in ages." Snarf turns to the person asking him questions and shrugs.

[Pineappletumble]

@Snarfulblast

"Know of any rooms she stayed in here?" Tic asked scrambling to keep up with the taller woman using a nearby seat to keep eye level with some of the patrons.

"Ya can have at the rest of my bottle of whiskey if ya point us in the right direction" he gestured to the now abandoned bottle on the bar, still surprisingly there.

[Snarfulblast]

@Pineappletumble"Well iffen I remember right she was in room 16, but I'm not sure." Snarf scratches his beard. "If ya don't mind me asking, why de ya want to know about an escort? Unless yer looking for a more guide type of escort and not one that works better under the sheets."

[Song Book]

@Snarfulblast
"None of your business. the one you first thought is just fine. Thanks." Room 16. Now to go there and knock. Maybe it's an unused room but no reason not to check. She doesn't even look at the other patrons, imedetly after finishing her thoughts she starts for the stairs. 16. 16. 16.

[Dark Light]

@Song Book@Pineappletumble

the search!

((You have the right room, it is the furtherest down on the far right.
Knocking will give no response and the door is locked. What will you try next?))

[Pineappletumble]

@Dark Light@Song Book
"What are the rules here about beating down doors here?" Tic asked giving his arm a stretch ready to start swing at the door. But before the girl could answer he had a sudden realization, he didn't actually know the girls name.

"Also a name would be good, I mean I can just call you girl but that feels a little stupid"

[Alisdragon911]

Ayeka enters the tavern, she is a bit weary from her travels. She notice a comfortable seat and sit in it. She look like she been hit by a hurricane. She props her legs up as she glance around to catch a glimpse who is in the room.

[Orlan]

A man in what seems to be the accumulation of many different army uniforms stitched together to form a loosely fitting but nearly blanketing set of clothes strides in, takes up a seat by the bar and places a note down in front of him while taking in the atmosphere. A few seconds after a colossal yeti-like monstrosity stomps through and collapses.

"Someone tend to him! I'll get something to try and wake him up... the note will pay for it." the man of many uniforms exclaims as he attempts to nick a glass and bottle of something strong.

[Alisdragon911]

Ayeka notices a yeti fainted on the floor, she gets up as she did not work here. Shekels the yeti into a comfortable chair and checks him over for any wounds.

[Overlord24]

Avary pushed open the doors of a regular bar in Chicago, which Azazel, one of his demonic friends, told him was the entrance to a inter-dimensional tavern, where he was told by Azazel to take a vacation. He pushed open the bar and entered a cozy wood tavern with a blazing fireplace.
He went over to the bar and grabbed a seat and slapped some money on the table, "I'll take a Whiskey Screwdriver." He said tiredly.

[Dark Light]

If a good bartender was a jolly man who greeted his customers with a smile and a warm welcome, tending to their orders with a professional haste and priority, well then Clayton was not a good bartender. Not today anyway.

He leant lazily against the back counter, dish rag in one hand as he very tedious and painfully went through the motions of drying a tray of drinking glasses. His eyes followed the tattered girl who entered first, a slight curiosity swelling within but he did not move.
Even after the entrance of a second patron with his proud note and the collapse of the odd large creature, Clay still showed little interest or care.

He checked the note, grumbled to himself and allowed the man to take a bottle and glass. When finally given an order Clay moved like it was some great big effort. Throwing the dishrag over his shoulder he pours a straight whiskey and an OJ with ice into two separate glasses and slides them over to the tired man.

"you wanna ruin a perfectly good whiskey, that's fine and up to you, but I won't do it."

[Orlan]

The man rushes over to the yeti with no wounds, and pours a bit of the alcohol down the poor thing's open mouth, the yeti then begins to wake up.

"Who... What is that stuff?" The yeti sleepily spurts out before he begins taking more of the beverage.

"I woke you up, this charming woman propped you up and the alcohol that helped me wake you up is called Long Island Ice Tea. Mind showing that note to the owner of this tavern good bartender?" The man in the many uniforms says as he takes a new seat near the giant fluffy monstrosity.

The note has multiple collections of coordinates accompanied with six numbers per collection of coordinates.

[Alisdragon911]

"It is nice to meet you both," Ayeka says as she takes a seat on the other side of the yeti. She was not sure about the bartender who look rough in a charming way if you were into guys with tattoos.

[Orlan]

"Where am I?" The yeti groggily and very loudly asks as the chair sheds a few splinters into the floor.

"You are in a tavern that exists everywhere, when and why, that incredibly doesn't discriminate in any way that isn't run by robots." The man states while slowly sipping the Long Island Ice Tea. "This is excellent by the way, and thank you my dear, I think our colossal friend here is recovering, my name is Elias Pennine."
"Everywhere and when? I remember hearing my gathering's leader calling this place Honkers holy house of Havoc and Booze..." The yeti blurts out crudely before the chair snaps below this veritable giant, the man chuckles and continues sipping the drink.

[Dark Light]

@Orlan

Clay slaps the counter with his dish cloth and picks out a toothpick from a nearby bundle. Placing it in his mouth he plays with it, rolling it around his lips as he leans on the bar and eventually replies.

"as much as I'd love to be your little errand boy," he says with full sarcasm "no one's seen the boss for a couple of days now."
He looks at the note like its diseased. Then with a shake of his head he continues.
"sorry, so can't help ya there."
The chair collapses but he pays it no thought.

"Anything Ican do for anyone? Room? meal?" he asks.

[Alisdragon911]

@Orian @Dark Light

"My name is Ayeka Rain, I am glad to see the yeti is much better." She throws a blanket at the yeti as the cushions are not big for him or which size she could not find at the moment, she wanted the yeti to be more comfortable than sitting on a broken chair. Then she looks at the bartender, "I take a room and a meal." She gives him a look for him to change his attitude but doubts it at the moment.

[Dark Light]

@Alisdragon911

Clay smiled at the girl, his lips curling into a taunting sly grin as his eyes pierced hers, giving her a look that said he fully understood what her glare had meant.
After all he was not unfamiliar with it, it was a look he received quite often.
And it almost appeared he enjoyed it.

"Ayeka Rain." He says softly to himself tasting the sound of her name. His devilish smile never leaving his lips. He turns around for a moment to fetch the keys from a draw. After the jingling stops he turns back and places a brass key onto the counter, on it is inscribed a large '8'.

"Should be a good room, hasn't been used in quite a while. Any specifics for your meal?"

[Pineappletumble]

@Dark Light@Song Book
Having tried his patience long enough Tic shook his head.

"Fine, you can keep your name" he took a few steps back from the door so he was on up against the opposite wall and placed crouch down into a sprinter's start position.

"But this ones going on your tab" pushing off from the wall Tic and took a step before leaping into the air and throwing his fist directly above the door knob.

[Dark Light]

@Pineappletumble
While Tic threw a mighty punch, even he knew it was not enough to damage the solid timeless wooden door, he realised this after a loud Crunch sound resonated from his fist and he could see the solid thickness of the door through the splintering hole he had just created.

It was if the tavern itself had not wanted this secret to go untold and was tired of waiting any longer.

Behind the door was a lavish room tainted with dust and forgotten from time. Ornate dividers separated the large room into quarters. Each giving way to different styles and formalities, encompassing in it a different feeling and mood.

One could only imagine how the owner would have used this to her keen advantage.
All was neat and in its place, only after entering and turning around would Tic see the golden envelope stuck to the back of the wooden door which had already magically repaired itself.