So, what do you (your character) do on a slow night? You know, you grabbed tHe PwonnZZorX last week and the Freaks run before you can get close, Countess Crey is playing kid gloves with you since you filed that last assault suit (rogue agents, she says) and the CoT is still hiding out under rocks in Perez. The idea of another Hungry Statesman TV Dinner just doesnt do it, and Paragon Idol is in reruns. Maybe a nice dinner out, and some good company, you think.
Whether you want to grab a cold draft and play a few games of pool or are looking to sit down for a good, albeit not cheap, dinner where your tastebuds are satisfied before your stomach is, you should be stopping by Ladies by the Lake! Affectionately called Gals Place, after the owner and proprietor, Gal O War, this is the secret spot for heroes to gather for quiet, respite and good conversation.
The menu will change weekly, the people inside often and I will try to make sure there are no dull moments. Best of all, there are no epic battles, no super-villains and no requirements that you fit my box. This is an open RP, so long as you follow the guidelines I placed above, which all of my characters will follow as well. The regulars will be: Gal O War (owner, 78 African American Magic Tanker, Southern and proud to be, honest, blunt, married to Sibling), Sibling (Psychiatrist with their own practice, 54 somewhat Asian appearing Mind Controller, actually two people in one body, Angela and twin brother Cliff, feminine), Dark Vegas (56, Dark-Dark Scrapper, dark-haired American girl, as blunt as Gal and honest to the core, security and dining room manager), Narshawn (46 Ice Blaster, made out of ice and frozen anatomy, not familiar with normal city ways, she has been trained on an island, runs back-up on dining and staff), Gypsys Queen (61 Dark-Dark Scrapper, true royalty, the last of her Gypsy clan, has a temper but acts aloof, Narshawn is her mentor, good with food, helps Gal when needed and otherwise kitchen) and there will be several other staff, who I will introduce when they arrive. Not everyone is a powered character, many of the NPCs will be normal people, but about everyone in Paragon will be used to powered-types.
Feel free to make up simple conversation for the NPCs, they will mention the specials in the restaurant, make recommendations for the bar, direct you to the facilities, etc
without my input. They act like staff at good restaurants, taking care of good customers, and calling the artillery when things go awry. They will accommodate special requests if possible, and Gal will gladly make veggie alternates for menu items (Siblings Op is a Vegetarian). Enjoy the restaurant, enjoy a good bottle of wine but leave off pinching the waitress unless you are sure he/she isnt a Regen Spines.
Ok, now to the place. I want to flesh this out as much as possible, make it a real place in your mind. Gal, Sibling, Narshawn and Gypsy are all members of a religious group called The Ladies of the Lake, and the place reflects their tastes, which lean towards simple, elegant and natural.
There are four main sections of the facility, each described below. The restaurant, largest single space and includes the kitchens, Gals personal display kitchen, the entryway, street access and seating areas. The Bar, which is classy and resembles more the British type Pub, street access, cozy but sometimes boisterous with bar and table seating and usually a good soccer match on the 32 TV (no bigger, this is not a sports bar, Gone to the Americans!). The Darts and Pool room, which attaches to the bar and includes two pool tables (fine slate rigs with real wood and woven pockets), three darts lanes and a couple standing tables. Finally, for you Nick Fury types, there is the smoking section, which encompasses part of the bar and part of the darts room.
The Restaurant: Lit with special fixtures, derived from some of the CoT lanterns, no heat or fire, the restaurant is semi-formal. Walls and floor are wood, dark and polished, recovered from warehouses in the city. The ceiling is about 14 feet high, with some frescoes and plaster art, lights here and there for effect, ventilation is hidden by the various fixtures, but a cool breeze keeps the place good for most, unless you are a fire or ice baby, then dress accordingly. The tables are also wooden, and are alive, growing from the floor thanks to Sisters Magick, with some appropriate for human sized, some for giants and some for shorter people. Chairs range from small affairs to heavy and reinforced for those Inv/SS Tanks who like a little too much beer (Earl Gutman, thats you). The staff will seat you accordingly.
The entrance is from Oliver Street, two large French-style doors, which open into a small, green-curtained alcove (that keeps the wind from making it too cold in winter) and on through to the Head Wait Station. This is a podium, where someone is always standing, ready to ask for reservations and seat you. Once you enter that alcove, no villain, no violence can follow you (think any Paragon store) and the light odors of fine food are detectible. The lighting is not dim, but muted, setting the mood for the repast awaiting you. No smoking in the restaurant proper. A large antique cold case is passed going to the dining room, containing fresh foods, seafood choices (in aquariums) and deserts for later.
The main dining area is about 40wide by 60long, arranged to make each table feel like a small island, with plenty of walking room between. In the center of the room is a large dais, where potted plants are arranged, breaking up the large space, overhung with an exotic creeping plant. On special occasions, this dais is cleared to make room for a musical group or presentation.
You enter the doors, pass through the alcove, turn left down a short, wide hall with the case and can travel on to the dining room straight ahead or turn right and enter the Bar. The kitchens are on the far side of the room, Gals presentation kitchen stands slightly elevated at that end, She is usually found cooking there or touring around speaking to people about the food.
The Bar: If you turned right, you are in another hall, about ten feet long, that lets you into the bar. The bar is also accessible from outside, the door being on the well lit middle of the block, an inviting brass door with glass filler.
The Bar itself is over 40 feet long, imported from Ireland in the late 1880s and kept in storage since the 50s. It has also been taught to grow, and so is alive, deeply polished, shining. It is a showpiece, and treated with reverence, with stools along one side, the back area clear and uncluttered. Many tap handles, for all the fresh beer, and a wall of liquors to fit almost any taste. The back wall is a mirror, covered in significant runes, with lighting to make the display more impressive. From Dewars to McCallan 27 year old, Cabo to Quervo, Jack to Crown Royal, there should be something for you. It is all served in appropriate glasses or tumblers, and there is wine for the light-weights. Get a good Virgils rootbeer or hand crafted IPA (imported from Portland, Oregon), we serve all types with equal effort.
Brass and glass abound, giving the impression of a comfortable place to talk or just enjoy your Scotch. Gal will cut you off if you get tipsy, and no-one drives home drunk. Narshawn can be found behind the bar many nights, she has Hover, so she can easily reach what needs getting. Light fare, some things from the restaurant and complimentary salt-free pretzels (you can get salted, but be prepared for the Heart-Healthy speech from Nar). Small tables with chairs, comfy chairs made in the diamond-tucked green leather and brass-nailed style. Table service, but the bar gets your drinks quicker.
Darts and Pool: This room is for relaxing, shooting a few games or playing darts for points. The pool tables are antique slate rigs, massive, blue felt. Bring your own cue or use one of the houses, hung along one wall, there are snooker and billiard balls available at the bar. Long lights, displaying vintage mottos like Johnny Walker and Postman Ale hand over the tables, overhead score beads. Do Not scratch the tables, you dont want to know. Drinks are allowed in this area from the Bar, standing tables to set them on.
Smoking Area: By popular demand, there is a smoking area for those that must. Pay attention, its complicated. The smoking area is defined by a semi-transparent force field, liberated form the sky raiders. It can contain all smoke and odors, and will extinguish any burning objects that pass through it. The generator is placed so that half the bar and hald the Pool room are covered. Yes, you have to put the cigar down to shoot, and leave it at the table to get another bowl of pretzels, but none of my girls want to smell like an old Locomotive.
The menu will go up tomorrow, reservations are recommended, and every person, hero or not, is welcome to come, share their stories or just act like a hero in their off hours, sans breakage and aggro.
Menu for 3-16 to 3-22
Appetizers:
Six Greens Salad, Six different greens mixed with fresh tomatoes, feta cheese, walnuts and a light vinaigrette.
Early Onion Palette, Three types of sweet onions, sliced thin and brazed, drizzled with a vegetable broth.
Thin-Sliced Meats, a selection of thinly sliced Parma Ham, Italian Prosciutto and Boars Head Salted Pork. Served with a small aeoli bowl for dipping.
Mushrooms of season: a plate of lightly sautéed mushrooms, Lions Mane, Oyster and Chanterelle. Perfectly seasoned.
Main Course:
Grilled Salmon with Garlic and Lemon. Our Salmon is seasoned and allowed to marinate for several hours to retain the delicious flavor. Grilled over a wood fire to three levels of done-ness, your choice.
Gals Seasoned Steak. A fine cut of Organic Fed Beef, seasoned by Gal in a secret recipe with a peppery crust. Pan Cooked to four levels of done-ness. Over an inch thick and more then 18 oz.
Kaesespaetzle. The classic Swiss style, cooked noodles, then pan fried and covered with Appenzeller and Emmentaller Cheese. Topped with crisp-fried onions.
Ratatouile. A stew of vegetables and beef cubes, seasoned and slow cooked. Hearty and filling.
Portobello Platter. Gal sautees the portobellos in soy sauce and lemon juice, then cooks them over wood flames until the juices are soaked in but the mushrooms retain their flavor.
Bread is freshly baked by Three Miners Bakery, an assortment at your table. Please ask for olive, canola oil or Balsamic vinegar to dip.
Please ask server about deserts, all baked or prepared daily on premises.
Wine and liquors available through the Bar, server will request your ID and present you a menu.
((OOC: More will be posted Wednesday, but this gives you an idea. I will be getting a Bar menu and the standards in the restaurant up, this gives you something to think about.))
Desserts and Libations:
Apple and rhubarb crisp with buttermilk ice cream and oatmeal streusel
Warm stuffed dates with lemon ice cream and a pistachio tuille
Frozen rhubarb mousse with almond pound cake
and strawberry-rhubarb compote
Chocolate pot de crème with kirschwasser-soaked cherries
and hazelnut macaroons
House-made ice cream or sorbet
served with a selection of cookies and sweets
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A selection of local and European specialty cheeses served with seasonal fruits and nuts
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DESSERT WINES
Domaine de Coyeau Muscat Beaumes de Venise,
1996
Smith Woodhouse, Late Bottle Vintage Port, 1986
Veuve Cliquot Demi-Sec (375 ml) Champagne xxx
Ragnaud VSEP Cognac
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DRINK SPECIALS
Chimney Sweep - Laphroig, vanilla ice cream and
espresso
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AFTER-DINNER BEERS
Belle-Vue Gueuze or Framboise, 12.67 ounces
Lindeman's Cuvee Rene, 750 ml
Guiness Stout, served room temperature, 0.5l
Pyramid Brewing IPA, Portland, Oregon Import. 0.3l
Menus change weekly and seasonally.
Gal's is open. The cast iron is hot, and at 4PM they unlock the doors for business. The bar is open as well.
Beth and Martin stand by to seat diners, Narshawn is running the bar, with Gertrude for waiting tables. Come in, sit down and tell your tales in comfort. Jackets are expected in the restaurant, jeans and T's are ok in the bar.
Welcome!
In a blazing flash the bar doors open and for a moment all that is visible through the sunlight pouring in is firey burst of a superspeeder barreling in through the doorway. The blazeand the accompanying drone of the superspeed fades out and a dainty girl of about five and a half feet is left standing in the entryway. She is dressed in a blue shirt and a matching skirt, which is actually quite longer than it appears. The girl has silver hair pulled back in a ponytail, all topped off by a faded dirty cowboy hat with the side brims rolling slightly up giving a true almost scarey backwoods feel to the emsemble. A faded design of a skull and crossbones marks the girls chest. The girl slings a rifle behind her back and turns to the host with a jittery, over-focused look in her eyes.
without a sign breath between words:
Well howwwwwdy there hon i'm downright giddy about this new place openin' i just can't seem to find a place, you know a nice place, where a body can git a drink and not have to fend off the media and the men and the criminals, and just, you know, relax and really let her hasten down
On the final syllable of her flurry of words the girl seemed to slump and slow her jittery movements.
Whew lawdy she said much slower than before. There, my hasten done finally wore off. Names Gator Bait y'all, i just figured i'd hava looksee and might could get a drink.
Looking down the hall, Whewy, it looks down right fancy up in there. I didn't reckon y'all were a fancy type rest-O-rant. But can a lil ole country girl git herself some whiskey even in her work dugs?
((OOC: I realize this bit technically takes place outside Gals's Place, but I hope it still fits. Dont be too mad please? 
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**Kings Row, Wednesday about 10AM**
"Wow, I haven't been back here in ages" thought Manion to himself as he walked along the streets. Normally he would be jumping from rooftop to rooftop hurrying to his next assignment, but today his contact decided he needed a break. All he had to do today was get some information on the Tsoo from a warehouse in the Industrial area. He wasn't in a huge hurry and took some time to revisit his old stomping grounds.
On the corner of one of the buildings he saw a sign that he didn't remember:
Ladies by the Lake
Restaurant and Bar
Opening at 4PM
Bar Open Now
"Hmm, girl's club huh? Will have to let some of the women I know this place is here. Im sure they'll be happy to know they can have a place of 'their own' to come unwind after work." he thought to himself as he continued on his way.
"Its nice to see people starting to take a chance in this area, I hope they do alright."
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the forty-something man behind the podium announced, seemingly non-plussed by her speedy entrance. The staff training dealt with how to relate to many hero styles and powers, to make those with powers feel more at ease.
"No, no," he responded to her question, "the restaurant is not fancy, simply well appointed," His accent marked him as either British or from a colony, his stance and bearing that of someone used to service.
"If a beverage and perhaps some billiards would suit you, the Bar is likely more to your tastes." His manners were impeccable, but there was an air of superiority in his voice after taking in the country look. "That way," he pointed down the hall to the right, where a large glass door had script stating "Bar" calligraphed on it.
"If you care for some lighter fare, it can be ordered. I would caution you, however," his attitude slipped back to the helpful butler, "not to display weapons inside the establishment. The proprietor is very strict on maintaining a non-aggressive atmosphere."
He held up a single finger, "And please, I will need to see some identification to allow you into the bar, young lady."
((OOC: You are welcome to head in and get your poison once you have shown you are over 21. Narshawn can make most drinks, from her crib sheet, but straight up is easy. There is background music in the Bar, and a jukebox near the pool tables with a variety of songs, from Velvet Revolver to Merle Haggard.))
Marcus "SweetThang" Sweet was walking out of the Kings Row Community Center when a kid walked past handing out colorful flyers. They were for a new restaurant in town. A smile came to his face as he saw the name. Ladies by the Lake. "Well, well. They're finally open for business." he chuckled to himself. The community has needed more upscale businesses willing to take a risk and fight the bad image and gangs. Marcus grew up here in Kings Row. So he knew it was high time the people tried to change it's grimy image. "I know where I'm eatin' tonight!" he said to himself as he dialed the number on the flyer into his cellphone.
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Dark Vegas paced anxiously around the room. The phone kept beep-beeping the busy signal. She was trying to get a hold of Narshawn or Gal or anyone at the bar for that matter! She had been so busy the last few weeks, she never bothered to ask what she was required to wear on the job. There had been the Council mission then the disappearance of Sibling and Diva. It was chaos! How Gal managed to keep calm and get things done amazed Vegas.
She didn't want to be late for her first day of work so she put on her black slacks and blue silk blouse. She knew the clientele would be mixed, so she wanted to be sure she could handle business if it got rough. Gal had instructed her not to rumble inside the restaurant. They had some tech installed that would teleport anyone who got rowdy to the empty lot across the street. Her job as security would be easier with that little gadget, but she wouldn't let her guard down.
She had a place within walking distance of Gal's Place, so she was there in no time. She opened the doors and stepped inside. Beth was smiling and pointing towards a customer. She was mouthing the words "F i r s t C u s t o m e r.".
Yes. This was going to be a great opening day.
"Miss Vegas," Gypsy was placing several trays of sweets into the cold case when she walked in, "Mistress Gal asked for you to come to her kitchen when you arrived. Dark colors suit you." She nodded and went back to the main kitchen entrance on business for Gal, making a brisk pace.
"Sorry, Hon," Gal said from behind the immense stoves, moving pans and pots around to match the heat. "Forgot to send over your clothes, but black is a good choice. Make sure to pick them up tonight before you leave, no need you paying for cleaning them." The taller woman wore a black cotton blouse, open far enough to show an ample bossom but not be lewd and a white silk undershirt. Heavy, black denim pants, cut to style and decorated with muted chili peppers and an apron folded at the waist completed her look. Her hair was tied up and held in a white affair, something like a bag tied around the top, to meet sanitation laws.
"Jus waitin' on the people."
"Hello, Ladies by the Lake?" Beth answered the call in her something-western accent.
"Yes, sir, we are open and the Bar is as well. How many? For what time? I have you reserved, will you like to be near the Chef's kitchen, the entertainment is well worth it? Very good, your table will be ready Mr. Sweet."
((OOC: Gal's outfit would be well fitted to most chefs, the pants being slightly baggy but easy to launder. The peppers do not stand out unless she is nearby.))
Isis dusted herself off having just arrested the last of the helions that had tried to take a building hostage. She proded the leader with her high heeled boot.
"You remember little man, you've been busted by Isis Jones an' I been cleanin out hoods since before you were even born so you really din't stand a chance."
She brushed back a lock of her white hair, the only sign that she was as old as she was. That night, oh so long ago when she went from blacksploitation deva to a hyper-metabolic crime fighter had made it's mark only in that she didn't appear to age and healed amazingly fast.
She fingered a small tear in her tight spandex fighting costume and wished, not for the first time that it healed like she did. She was going to have a bit of patching to do tonight.
As she made her way to the door a young woman ran up, "Miss, miss! I don't know how I can ever thank you for saving my life! But... Here!" The woman thrust out a paper to her and Isis read it. Opening night at The Ladies by the Lake bar and Resteraunt! Present this cupon for one complimentary drink! (I hope I'm not stepping out of bounds with that but I figure it wouldn't be a stretch to have something like that on an opening night if not say it's a gift certificate sort of thing)
"I know it isn't much be please take it with my thanks."
Not knowing what else to say Isis took the flyer thinking she could use a break.
She continued on her way stopping at Icon for a moment to get her suit mended before heading to The Ladies. She paused outside the door, checked to make sure her hair was alright under her bandana and entered, taking the place in. She noted that two women had already entered the bar and the rest was for the most part deserted.
After a moments thought she decides to join the two in the bar and pushes past the glass doors and sits, showing the paper she was given.
Manion stood in front of the door for a moment, still unsure about entering.
"Jade did say this was an all Heroes bar... oh well."
The door opened and in walked a man in his mid 20's. His hair was cut short and brown. In the right light you could see hints of red. The goatee on his chin had been there since the first day he shaved. He wore a black tee shirt and blue jeans. As he walked in he took off the gloves he had been wearing and stuffed them into his left hip pocket.
He approached the woman behind the podium looking a little uncomfortable and feeling a little underdressed.
"Do you have a reservation, and what name might it be under?" she asked.
Manion kicked himsself for not calling ahead. If he thought he was underdressed before, he knew it now. "Umm... my name is Manion, but I doubt you're gonna see my name in the book. Maybe under Jade, or Jade Angel?" he asked taking a stab and hoping Jade had planned better than him.
"No, sorry." replied the woman.
"That's ok, Im just meeting someone here for drinks. Do you have an open table at the bar?" he asked. He wasnt hungry, but just in case Jade was he thought he should ask.
When Isis presented the drink flyer, Narshawn carefully placed a paper-board coaster in front of her, not touching the bar top. Gal had chosen her to run the bar to force her to exercise strict control of her ice powers. A wafting cloud of mist followed the tiny woman, a side-effect of being from ice kin. Her feet didn't touch the floor behind the bar, she was short enough not to be able to see over, so she hovered at eye level.
"What may I do for you? The paper is payment for any drink you wish. Care you for a menu, the selection is large?" Frozen breath cooled the air, and the hint of her icicle teeth could be seen when she spoke. She seemed to consider a moment, then:
"Pardon me, but may I see an ID for alcohol? Your hair may be white, but your smile is young."
((OOC: The coupon idea is great, Isis gets a double if she goes for liquor, or a basket of fried onion skins if she is a teetotaller.))
"I don't see a reservation under that name," Beth looked at the mostly empty screen, there wasn't a lack of space, "but I can see if something is available. It is opening night," she leaned across the podium slightly when Martin had his proper back turned and whispered, "and Gal loves an audience. Get the Salmon and order the corn bread, you won't be sorry."
She straightened when the taller man turned back from the dining room, he would not appreciate the help being so familiar with guests.
"Certainly, sir, we can call you in the bar when a table is ready if you like."
((OOC: Martin is of British background, totally human. His parents were both servants in Noble Houses, and he is proud to continue the tradition. Beth is a runaway, taken under Gal's wing like many of the staff, and trying to get back on her feet.
Also, for you AR/Devs and the like: Carrying weapons in the place is ok, part and parcel of being a hero, but brandishing is considered poor manners. Vegas is in charge of handling trouble, everyone gets a warning about being underage in the bar and about getting out of hand if she sees the possibility.
Jackets are recommended, but you will be seated without them, just be prepared for Martin's evil eye.))
"What may I do for you? The paper is payment for any drink you wish. Care you for a menu, the selection is large?" Frozen breath cooled the air, and the hint of her icicle teeth could be seen when she spoke. She seemed to consider a moment, then:
"Pardon me, but may I see an ID for alcohol? Your hair may be white, but your smile is young."
Isis sighed, she didn't know why it bothered her but one would think a fifty year old wouldn't be asked for idea anymore. Never mind that she still looked twenty. She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out her ID showing she was born in 1952 and put it away.
"I think I'd like a menu please." she paused, "No, on second thought, I'd like your strongest. Today's been a weird day. D'you serve food at the bar too? It's been weird and busy.
Y'know I been followin leads that th'trolls and th'hellions are trying to team up and boot out the Skulls. Now usually I wouldn' mind that but I can't imagine that being anythin but trouble. So I get to the warehouse they're meetin at and as I'm makin my way to their bosses the place gets raided by the council. As if Trolls and Hellions wasn't bad 'nough. Now I have to take down council too? I don' even know where they came from."
A pink-ponytailed girl opened the door to the restaurant and ducked inside suspiciously. She immediately put a finger to her lips when she made eye contact with Beth and Martin. Beth supressed a laugh and Martin looked down his nose at her. She snuck past the waitstaff and crept along the wall to the bar.
Dark Vegas was standing against the back wall looking at a commercial for the upcoming Erik Morales and Manny Pacquiao fight on the wide screen.
Vegas rolled her eyes at the pink haired girl and thumbed towards the kitchen. She peeked into the kitchen area and saw Gal preparing a few delicious looking meals. She waited until the large woman had her back towards the double swing doors, then she slowly made her move. "Don't even think about sneakin' up on me girl. Wouldn't want ya gettin' burn with a hot pan." Gal said as she turned and gave the girl a big smile.
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Characters I'm currently running @ Gal's Place.
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SweetThang - Inv/SS tank
Dark Vegas - DM/SR scrapper
Shock Bubble - FF/Elec defender
"Gal... loves an audience?" He was geniunely confused now. It took him a moment before he realized the kitchen was out in plain view. A woman, who he assumed was Gal was busily cooking away. "Oh.. I see" he said with a small smile.
He hadn't planned on eating, but she did say he would't be sorry, and it had been years since he had salmon. He didnt want to stay too long chatting, the man behind the Hostess seemed a little stuffy. The last thing he wanted to do was get anyone in trouble.
"Thank you uhh... miss." he said searching for a name tag. "I think that sounds good. I'll just wait at the bar then."
With one last glance at the Maitre D', he headed into the bar and grabbed a stool.
He was used to being carded so he was ready when she asked for ID. He pulled it out of his wallet, slid it towards the bartender and said, "I'll have a glass of your darkest beer please. Guinness is my usual, but if you have any other recommendations, Im not afraid to try something new."
Shoot hon, you tryin' to flatter a girl? Here you go. Gator Bait flashes her ID to the man, and smiles that im-having-my-photo-taken smile to him. No longer tensed and over excited, Gator Bait sauntered down the hallway and turned into the door marked bar. She spent no time surveying her surroundings and made a B-line for the nearest bar stool.
Without looking to see if the bartender was busy or even ready for her she calledIm gonna need a Crown and 7up on the rocks and a shot of Canadian Mist She glanced around for others in the bar. Well boys, Gator Bait's in town, and shots of whiskey 'r' goin' round. Anyone who needs one comeon Im fixin' to tie one on tonight.
"Beth," said the girl at the door, somewhat flattered he would care about her name. She thought he was giving her the once over until she noticed that her name-badge was lying on the podium. She reached for it subtley, hoping Martin would not notice, but a raised eyebrow from him told her otherwise.
"I will put you down for a table, did you say two?"
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"Ma'am, I apologize, but you carry your years well." Narshawn offered a slight nod in apology as she noticed the birthdate. "I am young," by way of explanation.
"I cannot speak by experience for liquor, but would say the strongest we have is Fulton's Reserve or perhaps Grappa di Roma. The first is recommended by Mistress War, a corn liquor from Missouri, the Grappa a licorice tasting liquor." She had reverted to a lecture tone, reading from a memory, and her presence brought a definite chill to the air. "Mistress War would advise against over-indulging in the Reserve, it carries a high price.
"The Skulls and Hellions I know of, I would never think to challenge a Council member. My skills are not enough to stand against them, at least not yet. Any information you have on how to challenge them would be appreciated."
She spoke over one shoulder, slowly ascending to a simple glass jug, high on a center shelf. The liquid inside appeared clear. "You may prefer to smell the liquor before trying it."
((OOC: Narshawn cannot drink, not only too young but alcohol does not freeze, and that could burn through her anatomy. She will pour two fingers of whatever Isis cares for, and deliver a bowl of salt-free pretzels, salt being anathema to her as well. After she serves Isis her choice she will help the young man.))
"I can serve you Guinness Stout, but we also have Ayinger Rauchbier and Salvator Doppelbock on tap." She pullled a small list of beers ((please assume that something close to your tastes is there)) from beneath the bar. "Would you care to sample, we also have a sample platter of several tap beers that the first drink free flyer covers." She waved the flyer that Isis had handed her for a free drink.
"On the rocks," Narshawn looked towards the young woman, then poured Isis' drink carefully, not spilling on the bar. "This means with ice?"
She hovered over to the Canadian Mist, and brought the tumblers back. Two coasters, under the glasses, and she made a motion over the liquors with one hand, two cubes of clear ice dropping from apparently nowhere into the Crown glass.
"Shall I make you a tab? It can be taken with you to the restaurant, if you like." One frosted hand pointed to the weapon she wore, "Please be cautious of the bar, it is delicate."
((OOC: Gertrude, tall and dark human woman, will be making the rounds of tables and picking up empties. She is a human calculator, and easily keeps track of what each patron has spent. She has waited tables in other places and is a little more amiable than Nar, she also brings food from the kitchen if anyone wants it.))
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"Beth," said the girl at the door, somewhat flattered he would care about her name. She thought he was giving her the once over until she noticed that her name-badge was lying on the podium. She reached for it subtley, hoping Martin would not notice, but a raised eyebrow from him told her otherwise.
"I will put you down for a table, did you say two?"
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"Thank you Beth. Yes, two please." He noticed her reaching for her name tag, and the look from the man behind her. After the man had turned his back again, Manion mouthed the words "Im so sorry" glancing towards the Maitre D' before he heads to the bar.
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"I can serve you Guinness Stout, but we also have Ayinger Rauchbier and Salvator Doppelbock on tap." She pullled a small list of beers from beneath the bar. "Would you care to sample, we also have a sample platter of several tap beers that the first drink free flyer covers." She waved the flyer that Isis had handed her for a free drink.
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"I dont think Im gonna need a sampler platter, the Ayinger Rauchbier sounds right up my alley, thank you. And I didnt know about a flyer" he said frowning slightly.
He glanced over at the ... "girl?"... who seemed to be in a hurry and called herself Gator Bait. "Tyin one on? Congratulations I think. Whiskey doesnt do anything for me, but I appreciate the offer."
((OOC: A little background on Manion. Hes 25, been involved in, or fought against, crime most of his life. As such, he isnt exactly a social butterfly. He is shy, and tries very hard to not offend anyone, often too hard. Also in the interest of avoiding confusion later, the woman he is supposed to be meeting, isnt showing up.))
Edit: Changed my sig to have a link to a pic of Manion.
The young woman with flowing hair passed close behind Manion, a tray with empty bottles and small bowls of snacks balanced on one hand. She was returning from the other end of the room, where pool balls could be heard clicking together and the faint sound of Bob Dylan's "Highway 61" floated back.
"Mister," she paused, trying to catch the corner of his eye. "Did you drop this?" She bent over at the waist, giving a fair view of her just-a-little-too unbuttoned blouse to anyone looking that way. When she stood, she had one of the colored flyers in her hand and passed it to him.
"I think I saw you drop that," <wink>.
((OOC: Gertrude is a waitress, and knows how to flirt for a tip. Don't get grabby, but she will make your stay at least pleasant. Narshawn might get a little miffed about how she acts, but Gal runs the place, and she knows the staff are professionals. Sly comments and leading statements will be met by Gertrude's equally sharp wit, and she knows how to play the game, where Nar might get offended by the same directed at her.))
"Excuse me? Did I drop what?" He turned just in time to catch a glimpse of an attractive woman bent over in front of him. As she stood back up, he couldnt help but notice that her blouse was open quite a bit. At least one button further than most women he had met, probably more. He hoped she hadn't caught his glance and tried to play it off by looking over her shoulder towards the pool tables.
As he took the flyer she was passing to him, he noticed a smile on her face and knew he'd been busted. Well, he didn't know for sure, but he was pretty sure. He could feel his ears start to burn and again tried to play it off, this time by reading the flyer.
He was about to give it back, he hadn't dropped it of course, when he saw her wink and realized what she was doing. "Thank you... " he said nervously, too scared to actually look at her name tag after what had just happened. "I appreciate it."
He handed the flyer to the bartender. "Actually I do have that flyer. If it doesnt cover the Rauchbier, lemme know. I can change my order."
He took a quick look towards the clock on the wall. Frowning just a little.
"No problem, sir." She lingered a moment longer than necessary, "Just ask for Gertrude if you need anything, that's me."
Narshawn's frown did not go unnoticed by the girl, but she made a demure drop of her eyes and played as though she were only trying to be helpful. With that, she walked on through a set of swinging doors that led into the back of the kitchens and the dishwashers. Her salary was not small, but her tips were where she made the mortgage.
"The flyer covers any beverage," Narshawn watched after the doors swung closed, a dour look spearing towards the young woman. "It is served room temperature."
((OOC: Can you say outrageous flirt?))
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"Ma'am, I apologize, but you carry your years well." Narshawn noded in apology, "I am young,"
"I cannot speak by experience for liquor, but would say the strongest we have is Fulton's Reserve or perhaps Grappa di Roma. The first is recommended by Mistress War, a corn liquor from Missouri, the Grappa a licorice tasting liquor. Mistress War would advise against over-indulging in the Reserve, it carries a high price.
"The Skulls and Hellions I know of, I would never think to challenge a Council member. My skills are not enough to stand against them, at least not yet. Any information you have on how to challenge them would be appreciated."
She spoke over one shoulder, slowly ascending to a simple glass jug, high on a center shelf. The liquid inside appeared clear. "You may prefer to smell the liquor before trying it."
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Sighs and smiles, "I know I'm just too sexy for my own good." she winks.
"Sistah, the same thing that makes me look how I do make alcohol not last long for me. I think I'll take Fulton's Reserve it sounds good." she sighs again, "The Council are the biggest pain in the... well... They got some really bad stuff. They have machine guns, flame throwers and grenades." Her gaze takes in the ice-girl, "I'd be real careful afor you try an take'm sistah."
"Oh, thank you Gertrude." As she stood there for a moment longer, Manion began to worry that maybe he was forgetting something. He wasn't sure what to make of the attention he was getting. Before he could come to any decision though, she turned walked back into the kitchen.
"Room temperature is fine, I'll take a glass please." he said as he turned back to the bar. He noticed the look the bartender was giving to the doors Gertrude had just walked through. "You guys not get along?"
As the bartender went to help the lady a few stools down, Manion noticed something odd about the bar. The wood was beautiful, but he couldn't quite place it. Even stranger, there appeared to be a slight indentation where his arm had been resting. "Thats odd" he said aloud. He checked the clock again. Only a half hour maybe had gone by. "Did I do that?" he asked the bartender, rubbing his hand over the dip in the wood. It was very shallow, hardly visible, but it was still there.
Unsure of when his table would be ready, Manion began to get a little antsy. He wasnt in a hurry to get seated, but he was beginning to worry about Jade. She was never late for anything. He hoped she hadn't run into trouble. To take his mind off things, he decided to go over and see what was in the juke box. He flipped straight through to the "S" albums. it seemed most of his favorite music was by bands that started with S and he figured he would have the best luck finding something there.
"Santana, Sevendust, Skillet, Steely Dan, aha Stevie Ray Vaughan." He wasnt sure what Gator Bait or the other lady in the bar listened to, but he was pretty sure everyone liked Stevie. He put in a dollar and punched up a few random songs from the album.
As he headed back to the bar he admired the pool tables. He was tempted to ask for a set of billiard balls, but decided that could wait.
"Tin Pan Alley" came on in the background as he sat back down. He smiled, that seemed oddly fitting.
((OOC: Just throwing the part about the bar out there. I wasnt sure what you had in mind when you said it was alive and taught to grow, hope this isnt too far out of line. Also to make things easier I am assuming standard currency as opposed to influence.))
Welcome to Ladies by the Lake, here as Gals Place. This is intended to be an open RP, open for anyone and everyone to become part of the story, share their heros stories and be part of something larger. I have a huge ego, and am a regular Troll, and therefore would like to start with the rules, followed by the setting, and let you create the story.
I am an RP-er from way back, and D&D, not Advanced but the original, was what I cut my teeth on. There is always a grand arbiter, the DM or GM, who decides what can and cannot be done. I dont want to be some Dominatrix Whacko, but for fairness and good plot lines, will intercede if things get out of hand. Some simple rules I will follow, and will ask you to follow here:
1) There are no all-powerful characters here. Every character has limits, and no matter your grand scheme, normal limits will be observed. I know characters who can take on Malta Titans 1-on-1, but its a good fight. There are no characters that can Walk through the barrage of fire from a thousand Titans, unscathed, and drinking a Martini. In this story, just like in comics, the most feeble Hellion might be a tough match for your hero in the right circumstances.
2) There is no all-knowing character. If another player thinks something, unless they indicate someone should hear their thoughts, they are acting in third person, allowing the reader to understand something about their character. If Sibling, a lvl 35 Mind Controller, walks in, they might be able to tell that someone intended to blow the place up if the villain was near the door and carrying a box marked Explosives to Destroy Gals Place, but could not detect that the guy at the end of the bar liked watching old Hawaii Five-O reruns.
3) What happens at Gals, stays at Gals. If Countess Crey herself is standing outside wearing armor made from Destructallium, the Bars door will hold her out. If your hero needs to go fight crime, some world disaster, that is totally cool. Mention it, have him/her say it aloud, have them ask others, but the minute they walk out the door start your own thread.
4) Gals Place is about telling your stories, reciting interesting history, giving your hero some life without worrying about someone else hijacking it or forcing you into a box. I will not force any character to act or follow my story line, but you have to respect what the thread is about. The second a character tries to tear the bar down or start a fight (unless its consensual and they agree to take it outside), some of that wonderful Portal Co equipment will send you to Iron Maiden Island near the Storm Palace and prevent you from coming back in.
5) If you want someone to interact with you, give them an in. Make it apparent your character is looking for interaction, or at least lead into it. If you walk in and sit down at the bar, a statement to Gal when she arrives like: Make it a double Walker, straight-up. After that last mission, leave the bottle., will elicit a response to talk faster than: Liquor, fast. Good bartenders know when to talk, and when to shut-up. Same in the restaurant, the servers will stop and chat for a minute, hoping for better tips, but dont have all night only for you.
6) Gals is secure from eavesdropping, recording devices and ambushes. Nuff Said.
7) Gal is an excellent cook, good home cooking. The menu will change, and be posted every week, to make coming more fun. Expect to see pan-fried corn bread, Collards, good chicken as well as Baked tofu (seasoned with veggie soy sauce and herbs), vegetable ratatouille and Kaesespaetzle. She will try to accommodate those with special tastes, but call ahead! The bar serves most types of liquor and beer, but no plasma or animal-derived types (Vampires are welcome, have a McCallan or Green Cask Glenmorangie).
8) Rules will be posted as someone gets outside the lines. Any conversations are good. Unhappy with Vahz missions and want to unload? Trouble with Serge, SG asking too much, sick of PL heroes standing at IP tram, want to see the Mayor pass martial law or trying to find a friend? Cool. Hacking on a particular hero, slandering a race (real or in-game) or abusing a social type and theres a Portal for you.
I will be watching the thread, and reserve the right to close it, should abuse become a problem. I just want to hear what your heroes want to say. This is a Bar after all, and a good restaurant. For Gal and Siblings background, see Ladies of the Lake RP elsewhere in RP. Make one appearance or become a regular, its up to you.
For now, theres a sign on the building, in Kings Row:
Ladies by the Lake
Restaurant and Bar
Opening Soon
Get your stories ready, the place will open Wednesday. You are welcome to PM me if needed.