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[Inn/Message Board/Open] Hugh pulls out the old message board
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Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 1:56:29 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
The burly Hugh had his sleeves rolled up, what with all the cleaning up they'd been doing the last few days. In a dusty corner he'd found the old message board they'd had up on the wall of the inn, back in the day. Brushing it off brought back many memories of good friends.
"Well now, looks like time to put you back up," he said with a grin.
Gathering up a tack hammer and nails, all it took was a few taps and the board was hung. He'd put it up on the wall next to the bar. It was tall and wide, reachable by just about anyone. Part of it was a chalkboard, chalk at the bottom, and the rest was a corkboard with plenty of pins.
Stepping back, he put his hands on his hips. Over his shoulder her said,
"Does that look level to you?"
From behind the bar, cleaning glasses, Judy paused and looked over.
"A little up on the right side," she said amiably, content to be back in her old digs. Hugh adjusted it, and then,
"Perfect," she said. "Perfect"
The burly Hugh had his sleeves rolled up, what with all the cleaning up they'd been doing the last few days. In a dusty corner he'd found the old message board they'd had up on the wall of the inn, back in the day. Brushing it off brought back many memories of good friends.
"Well now, looks like time to put you back up," he said with a grin.
Gathering up a tack hammer and nails, all it took was a few taps and the board was hung. He'd put it up on the wall next to the bar. It was tall and wide, reachable by just about anyone. Part of it was a chalkboard, chalk at the bottom, and the rest was a corkboard with plenty of pins.
Stepping back, he put his hands on his hips. Over his shoulder her said,
"Does that look level to you?"
From behind the bar, cleaning glasses, Judy paused and looked over.
"A little up on the right side," she said amiably, content to be back in her old digs. Hugh adjusted it, and then,
"Perfect," she said. "Perfect"
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:11:52 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
He wrote on the chalkboard, the following help wanted notice.
-Help Wanted, Bartender
-Welcome and ensure guests receive personalized service and attention
-Provide detailed information on meny and Bottle Service
-Monitor guest experience and ensure consistent hight standard service at all times.
-Adhere to the daily "opening" and "closing" procedures.
-Ensure the accurate collection of payment for all served products and sold merchandise
-Assist the owners with special projects as needed
-Must be able to handle difficult customers
-Familiarity with dragons a plus
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:18:14 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
He made another posting.
-Help wanted, Stablehand
-Extensive knowledge with horse care and health
-Required knowledge of one or two other exotic mount types
-Must be able to handle difficult and dangerous steeds
-Familiarity with riding drakes a plus
He made another posting.
-Help wanted, Stablehand
-Extensive knowledge with horse care and health
-Required knowledge of one or two other exotic mount types
-Must be able to handle difficult and dangerous steeds
-Familiarity with riding drakes a plus
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:20:53 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
Yet another posting.
-Help wanted, Tea Tray
-A serving tray for cosy coffee moments with the family, for that breakfast in bed, or for that little dinner party in the garden.
-We are looking for a serving tray for all those cozy moments.
-Familiiarity with dragons a plus.
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:26:10 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
And still, one more posting.
-Help wanted: Entertainer
-High energy entertainer with in-depth knowledge of stories and music
-A knack for inspiring audiences
-Experience selecting music to achieve a balance of musical styles in an evening.
-Assist the owners with special projects as needed
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:30:25 AM3/27/18
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[Hugh]
After writing all those up on the board, Hugh started to write, help wanted, head cook, but paused. He turned to Judy again.
"Dear, do you know if Magna will be staying on to run the kitchen? If not, we'll need a new cook." Judy shook her head. "After all that happened, I just don't know. I'll ask her mother and see."
Troshen
Mar 27, 2018, 2:33:58 AM3/27/18
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[Admin]
So for the last few years Magna and Vintner have been the characters "keeping the lights on" But I think it would be cool if everyone could add someone. Then there would likely always be someone available to respond when people post. I'll hit you guys up and see.
There's no commitment, and I wouldn't think it would lead to stories. It's just going back to the idea of the inn as a living meeting place.
Also it's an open message board. So anyone can post if their characters are lookin for work and want to join story, or if they need people to join a story.
Janis Nixon
Mar 28, 2018, 5:39:59 PM3/28/18
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Rupert felt like he'd been flying for ages. He was dead tired and since he was coasting along only inches from the ground, he'd had to do a couple of fancy maneuvers to avoid stumps and rocks every so often.
He was tarnished and dirty and his silver -- which wasn't just your ordinary plating, it was REAL, was stained with blood. Now Rupert himself couldn't bleed, very few silver tea trays do. In fact Rupert had never heard of another flying tea tray, so it was impossible to ask another one if it had ever bled.
While he was musing over this, he bumped into a building. In his surprise, he thumped into the grass, which he noticed had lately been peed on by a dog, and there he rested in exhaustion.
After a brief, but necessary, rest he lifted into the air again and floated to a window, keeping low and out of sight. He hoped.
Two people were manning a bar counter. The bar was far from full, but those who were there seemed quite at home and well into their cups. He couldn't see a bar maid, but he could see an out of the way shelf that looked terribly inviting.
Rupert lifted only enough to slip in the window and then dropped to the floor, coming to a stop only inches from the plank floor and close to a drunk's foot. The drunk muttered and fumbled for his tankard, noticing only his ale and not the dirty tray nearby.
In silence, always in silence because tea trays can't talk, Rupert ghosted along the floor, darting from shadow to table legs to coats, until he was in the back hall and only a few feet from the comfortable shelf.
Tipping himself on his back, or front, whatever a tea tray has that is the flattest part and practically climbed up the wall in a quiet float. Once he was level with the shelf, he settled onto it and fell asleep.
He was tarnished and dirty and his silver -- which wasn't just your ordinary plating, it was REAL, was stained with blood. Now Rupert himself couldn't bleed, very few silver tea trays do. In fact Rupert had never heard of another flying tea tray, so it was impossible to ask another one if it had ever bled.
While he was musing over this, he bumped into a building. In his surprise, he thumped into the grass, which he noticed had lately been peed on by a dog, and there he rested in exhaustion.
After a brief, but necessary, rest he lifted into the air again and floated to a window, keeping low and out of sight. He hoped.
Two people were manning a bar counter. The bar was far from full, but those who were there seemed quite at home and well into their cups. He couldn't see a bar maid, but he could see an out of the way shelf that looked terribly inviting.
Rupert lifted only enough to slip in the window and then dropped to the floor, coming to a stop only inches from the plank floor and close to a drunk's foot. The drunk muttered and fumbled for his tankard, noticing only his ale and not the dirty tray nearby.
In silence, always in silence because tea trays can't talk, Rupert ghosted along the floor, darting from shadow to table legs to coats, until he was in the back hall and only a few feet from the comfortable shelf.
Tipping himself on his back, or front, whatever a tea tray has that is the flattest part and practically climbed up the wall in a quiet float. Once he was level with the shelf, he settled onto it and fell asleep.
Troshen
Mar 30, 2018, 4:06:07 AM3/30/18
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[Gewn of Weifar]
Gwen had ordered her noodle dish, got a drink and sat down at a table. The dark aura that traveled with her crackled and sparked with power as she moved, and as she sat. A couple at the next table decided they were finished with their meal, and found it conventient to leave at that point. Gwen rolled her eyes.
She took in the inn. Hugh was working the bar. Judy came out to get the food orders. Fawn came over to her table. There were quite a few people here tonight. The inn was always popular.
"Welcome to the Inn, hun," said the ghostly waitress. "New here to Montfort are you?"
"Just passing through," said the girl, making a general wave of her hand.
"Your dinner should be ready now," answered Fawn, "I'll just go get it for you"
Fawn headed to the kitchen, and on the way, passed the shelf with the serving trays. Picking up the first one, she didn't realize it was unsual. She must have been curious about the dark, crackling aura around Gwen, because she didn't notice this particular tray was silver, or that it had dark spots on it too.
In the kitchen, she swept up the noodle bowl from Judy's counter, slipping it smoothly onto the tray and heading back out to the tables.
At Gwen's table, she set down the tray, said "Enjoy!" and then was about to move on to help others. Gwen eyed the tray, a grimace on her face.
"Is that clean?" She said, in a rude voice. The dark aura around her leaned out towards Fawn, who recoiled. Just a bit. Fawn having worked at the Inn for many a year wasn't as easily put off by the strange.
[Admin]
Ok, ball's in your court. I've been curious how you're going to play Rupert, so I really wanted to give you a chance to show your stuff. I didn't expect he'd also not be able to speak. But just a harder, interestiung writing challenge. Looking forward to what you do with him.'
Gwen had ordered her noodle dish, got a drink and sat down at a table. The dark aura that traveled with her crackled and sparked with power as she moved, and as she sat. A couple at the next table decided they were finished with their meal, and found it conventient to leave at that point. Gwen rolled her eyes.
She took in the inn. Hugh was working the bar. Judy came out to get the food orders. Fawn came over to her table. There were quite a few people here tonight. The inn was always popular.
"Welcome to the Inn, hun," said the ghostly waitress. "New here to Montfort are you?"
"Just passing through," said the girl, making a general wave of her hand.
"Your dinner should be ready now," answered Fawn, "I'll just go get it for you"
Fawn headed to the kitchen, and on the way, passed the shelf with the serving trays. Picking up the first one, she didn't realize it was unsual. She must have been curious about the dark, crackling aura around Gwen, because she didn't notice this particular tray was silver, or that it had dark spots on it too.
In the kitchen, she swept up the noodle bowl from Judy's counter, slipping it smoothly onto the tray and heading back out to the tables.
At Gwen's table, she set down the tray, said "Enjoy!" and then was about to move on to help others. Gwen eyed the tray, a grimace on her face.
"Is that clean?" She said, in a rude voice. The dark aura around her leaned out towards Fawn, who recoiled. Just a bit. Fawn having worked at the Inn for many a year wasn't as easily put off by the strange.
[Admin]
Ok, ball's in your court. I've been curious how you're going to play Rupert, so I really wanted to give you a chance to show your stuff. I didn't expect he'd also not be able to speak. But just a harder, interestiung writing challenge. Looking forward to what you do with him.'
3373...@gmail.com
Apr 1, 2018, 1:10:52 PM4/1/18
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(Rupert)
Rupert was dreaming about the good old days. The time before he became sentient was a little fuzzy, but he did remember a feeling of contentment and safety. That wonderful dream puffed out of existence when he was grabbed off the shelf.
In a panic, he didn't fight the girl who had him by the handles. He did manage to get a busman's tour of the kitchen as the girl parked a bowl of something or other on his surface and carted him out to the floor where he was plunked onto a table in front of an odd lady.
Rupert immediately noticed that not only was the lady funny looking..... well, she had this stuff ghosting around her and she seemed to be annoyed. He thought of his beloved wizard, the man who managed to make a thinking tray out of him. The dark shadowy stuff felt similar to magic and Rupert knew enough about that to be very careful.
As soon as the stuff in the bowl was off of him, he was going to be out of there, he thought. Who knew what could happen with a wizardy-lady in the bar?
(Me) Rupert's easy. :) Wait and see! Even though trays don't have eyeballs, mouths or appendages, they can certainly get their points across. LOL!
Rupert was dreaming about the good old days. The time before he became sentient was a little fuzzy, but he did remember a feeling of contentment and safety. That wonderful dream puffed out of existence when he was grabbed off the shelf.
In a panic, he didn't fight the girl who had him by the handles. He did manage to get a busman's tour of the kitchen as the girl parked a bowl of something or other on his surface and carted him out to the floor where he was plunked onto a table in front of an odd lady.
Rupert immediately noticed that not only was the lady funny looking..... well, she had this stuff ghosting around her and she seemed to be annoyed. He thought of his beloved wizard, the man who managed to make a thinking tray out of him. The dark shadowy stuff felt similar to magic and Rupert knew enough about that to be very careful.
As soon as the stuff in the bowl was off of him, he was going to be out of there, he thought. Who knew what could happen with a wizardy-lady in the bar?
(Me) Rupert's easy. :) Wait and see! Even though trays don't have eyeballs, mouths or appendages, they can certainly get their points across. LOL!
Troshen
Apr 6, 2018, 2:37:56 PM4/6/18
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[Gwen of Weifar]
Fawn looked closely at the tray for the first time. She was taken aback by the dark marks.
"Ummmmm....."
She didn't want to say that it looked like dried blood in front of customers. So, keeping the mood light, she said,
"Oh, let me take care of that." She moved everything off and onto the table - spoon, napkin, bowl and then reached to pick up the tray, intending to take it in the back and clean it.
Gwen thought something about what kind of a place would serve dirty dishes, but it only showed on her face. She eyed her bowl and spoon carefully, deciding that they were ok.
[Admin] grin. Cool, back to you!
3373...@gmail.com
Apr 9, 2018, 3:57:18 PM4/9/18
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[Rupert the Tray]
With his burden removed, for a second Rupert pondered what to do -- should he just sit there like some dumb tray, or should he show his true colors, or color, and get busy? When Fawn picked him up Rupert stayed still, wondering what was next.
She carted him into the kitchen and dumped him into a sink which she then filled with hot water and suds. The water immediately turned a sort of a pink hue.
In the past, when he had been a castle tray, he had always been kept immaculate, his silver gleaming. He had never been dunked into a bath and rubbed vigorously. Although it felt pretty good, he knew that what he would need now was some silver polish and elbow grease to look his best.
The minute Fawn let him go to pick up a tea towel to dry him, Rupert rose out of the water to about head high. He then twirled in mid air, to get most of the water off of himself. He settled down on the counter and sat perfectly still.
With his burden removed, for a second Rupert pondered what to do -- should he just sit there like some dumb tray, or should he show his true colors, or color, and get busy? When Fawn picked him up Rupert stayed still, wondering what was next.
She carted him into the kitchen and dumped him into a sink which she then filled with hot water and suds. The water immediately turned a sort of a pink hue.
In the past, when he had been a castle tray, he had always been kept immaculate, his silver gleaming. He had never been dunked into a bath and rubbed vigorously. Although it felt pretty good, he knew that what he would need now was some silver polish and elbow grease to look his best.
The minute Fawn let him go to pick up a tea towel to dry him, Rupert rose out of the water to about head high. He then twirled in mid air, to get most of the water off of himself. He settled down on the counter and sat perfectly still.
Troshen
Apr 12, 2018, 8:42:30 AM4/12/18
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[Gwen of Weifar and Fawn, the Ghostly Waitress]
With Fawn and the tray back in the back, Gwen tried her noodle dish. It was excellent, of course, being one of Hugh's. The flavors were a perfect balance of spicy broth and meaty goodness. She wasn't one to gush though, or overcompliment. She merely said,
"Hm, not bad." But the dark aura around her spoke for her. It crackled with energy. Little sparks flew up and down the edges of the darkness in the space around her. Emotional truth showed through the charged shadows.
In the kitchen, Fawn was shocked when the tray flew on it's own. She stepped back, eyes wide. When he twirled, she held her hand up to shield herself from the water spray, giggling.
And then the tray was still.
.......
Fawn stood there for a moment. She eyed the tray, watching for any other movement. Was it silver? Hmmmm. Fawn went to the storage room to collect a few things. When she came back she set them on a convenient table, and reached to pick up the tray. On the table was silver polish and cleaning cloths. If Rupert is amenable, Fawn will take him over to the table and set to work with the polish.
Assuming so, Fawn set to work, applying the polish and then rubbing with the cloth. She repeated her work, applying, rubbing gently, finishing the top side, working slowly and gently.
Apparently this particular tray had a mind of its own..... Fawn tried to think of the people she'd known who had been able to communicate by thought alone. Maybe one of them would be able to help here.
3373...@gmail.com
Apr 15, 2018, 3:41:15 PM4/15/18
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[Rupert]
Rupert was in seventh heaven, for a tray. The serving girl was meticulous with the polish and cloth. Soon Rupert was back to his old silvery glow.
As pleased as a tray could be, he carefully touched her hand with his handle. Then he slowly slid away a few inches, as if he was looking at her contemplatively. He was. Perhaps this was a place where he could settle down and get away from all of those idiots who were either totally gobsmacked that a tray could fly or scared out of their wits.
In fact, he remembered one stupid and greedy man who put him in a cage and charged people money to see the flying tray. Of course, Rupert didn't rise to the occasion, so to speak, and the audience thought that the man was frankly a little touched in the head.
Afterwards, in anger, the man had tried to bash Rupert around a bit. That endeavour worked out rather badly for the fellow. As soon as Rupert wrested himself free, he proceeded to give the man a bashing of his own. Silver is a very hard metal, especially when it is angry. He left the man bleeding and swearing by all that was holy that he would find 'that stupid tray' and melt it down for coin. That was when Rupert hastily took his leave.
Slowly, Rupert rose from the table, turned and made his way back to the shelf. Even a tray can get lonely.
Rupert was in seventh heaven, for a tray. The serving girl was meticulous with the polish and cloth. Soon Rupert was back to his old silvery glow.
As pleased as a tray could be, he carefully touched her hand with his handle. Then he slowly slid away a few inches, as if he was looking at her contemplatively. He was. Perhaps this was a place where he could settle down and get away from all of those idiots who were either totally gobsmacked that a tray could fly or scared out of their wits.
In fact, he remembered one stupid and greedy man who put him in a cage and charged people money to see the flying tray. Of course, Rupert didn't rise to the occasion, so to speak, and the audience thought that the man was frankly a little touched in the head.
Afterwards, in anger, the man had tried to bash Rupert around a bit. That endeavour worked out rather badly for the fellow. As soon as Rupert wrested himself free, he proceeded to give the man a bashing of his own. Silver is a very hard metal, especially when it is angry. He left the man bleeding and swearing by all that was holy that he would find 'that stupid tray' and melt it down for coin. That was when Rupert hastily took his leave.
Slowly, Rupert rose from the table, turned and made his way back to the shelf. Even a tray can get lonely.
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