[IC] The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

[Redthorn Anvil]

Vanion had been at the tavern for some time already, and he was currently sitting at the barstool at the end of the bar, furthest away from the door. He was positioned just so to be able to watch the enire room without being intrusive. Currently, he was drinking a glass of something red.

[Lord Coake]

@Redthorn AnvilHans Jaeger, a large man appearing of German or Scandinavian descent, watched the patrons of the bar with some joy. As he cleaned a mug out with a damp cloth rag, he noticed a man at the far end of the bar. He walked over to him, still cleaning the mug, and asked "Need anything else? Maybe a refill, or perhaps a meal?

[Redthorn Anvil]

@Lord Coake"A generous offer, but not at the moment, thank you." Vanion inclined his head. He glanced about the room curiously once more, as he'd been doing since he arrived. "Do you own his tavern?" He asked the man who had spoken to him.

[Lord Coake]

@Redthorn Anvil"Why yes I do!" Hans near-bellowed. He then gave a hardy laugh. "As I tell everyone, I've owned it for far longer than most people can imagine, but despite that I didn't found it. Many people ask me who the original owner was, and I tel'em that I never knew his name, only that he had this here tavern to sell. I took him up on the offer, not having a place to live or work after my soldiering days. But that's a story for another time, I suppose." He then finished cleaning the mug he had in his hand, set it off to the side, and picked up a wine glass to clean. "So I've told you my story, what's yours?"

[The Slenderman]

@Lord Coake Mato, a young female teenager wandered into the building and looked around the building and looked at the bartender then walked up to the bar "May I have single malt" She asked the bartender.

[Redthorn Anvil]

@Lord Coake Vanion smirked slightly at the tavernmaster's enthusiasm. "My story? Oh, it's a very long and tedious, and not a great conversation piece. It tends to make people a little...uncomfortable. I'll just put it at that. Suffice it to say, I have had a very long, rather skeptical life, and I'm now here to have a short break from it." The tired looking man replied. He wasn't really sure that it was the best thing to talk about with so many people around. He had discovered early that people didn't really take well to hearing it.

[Lord Coake]

@The Slenderman@Redthorn AnvilHans nodded to Vanion, before turning to the woman at the bar. "I'll have it right out." He turned back to the stock, and fixed up her drink, taking an almost instantaneous amount of time to fix it up and slide it over to her. "There you are, miss." he smiled a friendly grin, and went back to wiping out drink glasses.

[Phaesaris]

Sera stifled a yawn as she strolled into the tavern. The day had been a long one, and the young woman was aching for drink or two. She plopped in between a young teen and suited man, offering both a friendly smile, before waving to the barkeep. "Your finest ale, please!" she called. "I need it bad."

[Redthorn Anvil]

@Phaesaris Vanion inclined his head politely to the young woman who greeted him with a smile, though he didn't return the gesture. He didn't smile much these days; he didn't have the heart for it. Instead, he left it at that and returned to his glass, finishing it off in a swig and sliding slightly away from himself as a gesture of being done with it.

[TheSecret]

Sera stifled a yawn as she strolled into the tavern. The day had been a long one, and the young woman was aching for drink or two. She plopped in between a young teen and suited man, offering both a friendly smile, before waving to the barkeep. "Your finest ale, please!" she called. "I need it bad."

@Phaesaris

The assistant had just finished cleaning the rooms in the second floor and was going down stairs when she heard Sera ask for the finest ale they had. She just walked towards the girl and poked her shoulder from behind.

"Excuse me, miss. If you'd like I can take your order"

She said politely

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

There's an electric ripping noise from beyond the door, as though someone had taken a lightning bold in their hands and was tearing it in half. An eerie white light filtered in through the cracks in the door frame before abruptly cutting off as the door, seemingly on its own, began to open inward. Slowly, an ominous black figure floated in. Eyes the size of saucer plates, glowing bright yellow, scanned the room before falling upon the tavern keeper. It moved through the room, the hem of its robe barely scraping the floor. Two skinny skeletal arms, each tipped with a trio of claws, reached toward the man.

Between them was gripped a pinecone, which it laid on the bar and slid toward the man. "「THE OFFERING, TAVERN MASTER HANS, AS AGREED UPON IN THE ANCIENT SCROLLS OF HOSPITALITY」" It said in a scratchy, electric voice. As though it were talking through a bullhorn that was on its last legs. "「FORGIVE THE QUANTITY. THERE WERE MEN WITH RENDING IMPLEMENTS」"

"「NOW」," He said, "「THE USUAL IF YOU PLEASE」"

[Phaesaris]

Sera whirled around as a young woman grabbed her attention from behind. "Yes, please!" She paused and tilted her head, thinking. "Actually, make it two. Or three. Or--"

A ripping sound tore through the air, interrupting Sera before she could increase her order's quantity. Her body whipped around, rigid with surprised. Surprise shone clear in her eyes as a...being made its way to the bar. "Quite the entrance there, buddy," Sera greeted bemusedly.

[Redthorn Anvil]

@Gentlemanvaultboy Vanion just watched the odd creature's appearance with mild interest for a moment or two, and then procured a suspicious-looking wine bottle that had been painted black and poured himself another glass of red stuff. He found the patrons here to be mildly entertaining; he had no idea that this place attracted such a variety of people...or beings.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

@Phaesaris

With a surprised hiss the creature turned toward her. People actually initiating conversation with it was quite rare (possibly on account of its voice or the way it didn't have lips, leaving its teeth exposed in a sort of permanent grin). "「THE TEAR WAS HASTY AND IMPERFECT」," it said, somehow without moving its mouth. 「FOR I WAS BEING PURSUED BY RUGGED MEN. GREETING. WHAT IS YOUR DESIGNATION?」"

[TheSecret]

@Phaesaris@Gentlemanvaultboy

The assistant walked behind the counter and looked for the ale Sera had asked, when she found it put it on the counter and then turned back to the pick up a cup, she took one and examinated it making sure it was 100% clean, the pured the ale and softly pushed the base of the half-filled cup with just a finge approaching it to the girl.

"Your ale, miss"

She said before looking at the strange creature who had made such a falshy entrance, not that she was surprired, she had seen many strange things in that tavern.
She went on her knees and opened the cabinets looking for ingredients ingredients to make the creature's favourtite cocktail.
The assisntant put who knows what in a golden cocktail mixer and shaked it quickly for 2 or 3 minutes, during all the process she did not say a single word.
When she finished she pured the light blue liquid resultant of the mix in a cup, to make the cocktail even more elegant she sliced a strawberry and placed it in the edge of the cup as decoration, as she did with Sera's cup the assistant pushed it with her finger towards the creature.

" I am sorry to keep you waiting, here is your drink."

[Phaesaris]

@TheSecret @Gentlemanvaultboy

"Designation?" Her head tilted to the other side, not unlike a curious puppy. "Oh! You mean name! It's Sera. Serra McKenna."

Serra eagerly reached for her drink as it arrived. "Thanks, Miss..." She sipped at the drink pensively. "Say, I never got all of your names."

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

"「MY THANKS, TAVERN ASSISTANT (DESIGNATION UNKNOWN)」" it says, lifting the cup to its face. It studied the cup for a moment, paying careful attention to the slice of strawberry sitting on the rim, before its jaws popped open and it tossed the entire shebang into its mouth before snapping them closed. There's an electric sparking sound, its eyes briefly flash every color of the visible spectrum, and it knocks its fist loudly on the bar letting out a satisfied "「AHHHHHHHH」"

"「REFRESHING」," it says after a moment before responding to the the woman's inquiry. "「I HAVE NOT DISCOVERED A WAY TO COMMUNICATE MY DESIGNATION IN A WAY THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE TO ANY I HAVE MET ON THIS LIMIT. IN THE FIRST LIMIT I ROAMED WHEN MY JOURNEY BEGAN THE LOCAL POPULOUS DESIGNATED ME FLATWOODS. I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS TO THIS DESIGNATION」"

@Phaesaris@TheSecret

[TheSecret]

The assistant was quite amused to see the creature drink the cocktail, after all it was strange to see someone make so much noise when drinking.

"I am glad you liked it"
She said softly in order to not interrupt Flatwood and Sera's conversation,she took the cup he had drank from, cleaning it with hot water and drying it with a purple tea towel. Once the cup and cocktail mixer were shiny she put them in their corresponding cabinets.

It seemed no ne was going ask for alcohol any time soon so she thought it would be good to prepare some snacks, which she left on the counter.

"Eat to your heart's content"

[Redthorn Anvil]

@TheSecret "Thank you, miss." Vanion nodded politely to the woman that was assisting the bartender. Or rather, the spirit. Vanion had a knack for being able to tell apart the living from the undead. If one were to ask how, he would say that it was in his nature.

[Arabix]

Yanton walks into the tavern, looking quite dazed and lost. He walks to the bar, sits down, and motions for the bartender. @Lord Coake " Excuse me sir," he said with a shaky voice, "can you tell me where I am?"