I think it might be good to go. Whole server host died permanently. Migration required upgrades and code changes.Located 20 minutes outside the Necropolis, MO, city limits. Situated on the shores of Lake Smithville, Shadows Bar has gotten quite the reputation and the locals have dubbed it as a place that "caters to the strange and unusual." All denizens of the World of Darkness are welcome here.
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Ignas Latro -Order of the White Rose -: You just wait my friend, we will have it up and running again in no time *once his smoke is complete he pulls his phone from his leather and makes a call*
Ignas Latro -Order of the White Rose -: Yeah, it's Iggy, we're going to need a cleaning crew, a bartender, and a couple of servers. *small pause as he listens to the other end* Yeah might as well get a kitchen crew up here as well. *another small pause* That's right, and I want this place ready by tomorrow night. I want Alex to be pleased. *hangs up, and smiles as he heads for the door* Another glance across the bar and he slips quietly into the night*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *Enters whistling a lively tune, carrying some cleaning supplies and a bucket.*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *A few moments are given to settle in an set up, then the cleaning begins*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *After several hours the place is whipped into shape. Careful attention paid to the smallest of details offering every luxury and amenity expected of such an establishment*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *Satisfied with his efforts he heads out front to attend to the new signage.*
Joey: *Walks in from tue front door talking over his shoulder* "Sure thing boss, I'll get the deck in order" *Heads straight through the bar and out the back door*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *Comes into the bar burdened with several cases of assorted liquor bottles, and begins to restock the shelves*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *adds a few final touches to brass around the bar and nods, happy with his final outcome* "The bar is open"
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *grabs the phone and dials* "She's ready when he is Sir" *nods* "It shall be done" *hangs up, heads to the jukebox, and begins to update the playlist*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *Steps out of the back office, still groggy from sleep, and stumbles his way to the bar. Silently he lights a smoke and flips the switch on the coffee pot. As tired smile emerging as the aroma of "liquid life" fills the bar*
Pietro -Bar Manager-: *pours a cup of Joe and heads to the deck*
~*Patzy*~ : (*Peek-a-boo*)
~*Patzy*~: (ooc: I'mma just go and puke this link up everywheres.. ~if you build it... or find it randomly one night googling your damn face off... )
Janus Peregolosi *Shadows Owner*: *Wanders out of office with hacksaw, installs giant sunroof and then proceeds to pour glue on all of the floor.*
Janus Peregolosi *Shadows Owner*: There... that should help solve all out problems.
Janus Peregolosi *Shadows Owner*: There... that should help solve all out problems. *but in orange.*
Max Buckland (With Freud the Frog puppet): *Walks into the bar sopping wet, having just emerged from the Lake out back* I think I overslept, how many Presidents did I miss? *Freud* How should I know, I was down there too. Ooo look they added a skylight! *Max looks up, nodding to the puppet. Without realizing it, he steps in the glue that's been laid down* Um.....*he lurches forward but no luck, he's stuck*
Max Buckland (With Freud the Frog puppet): Maybe if I just.. *Freud* Nono Max that's a bad- *The Malk bends down to try and free his feet but his hands get stuck. First the left one which has Freud on it, then the right one as he tries to balance himself. In the end he's left stuck in a position where his arse is up in the air and facing the doorway, ready to greet anybody who may walk in.* ....Freud I don't think we thought this all the way through. *Freud* No....you didn't. Nice night at least. *Max* True that. .....*Silence as he remains stuck arse up* Sure hope that's not a real skylight..
~*Patzy*~: Yeaaaaahh bayyy-beeee *Sopping wet and a stink like none other known to man, her flesh puffed white and waterlogged so horribly, sections actually move and quiver like jello still didn't stop her from cruising on in behind Max, literally, behind as both her hands fist up rather phallically at her crotch level as she goes for the rear, only to find her first rollerblade sticking to floor and to barrelling arse over tea kettle over Max, splatting on the floor. A mess of pink and purple hair spider webbed around a too-pale face as she stared upward. Slowly, purple hued eyes moved to the frog.* I hate you.