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[blowupthefloats]

It's a fairly wet and cursing Munch who strolls through the Door this evening. Anyone glancing out his Door as it closes may see the source of his annoyance - a fairly decent thunderstorm.

At least it doubles as Happy Hour inspiration...

Tonight's Specials
Dark and Stormy
Stormcloud
Eye of the StormJust before Bar goes to sleep for the next few

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[onebluesuit]

"Is there a chance," asked the spiky-haired man, "that I could get something smooth but strong but that doesn't kill my wallet?"

His shoulders were slumped as he sat down at the stool at the bar, arms resting on the surface.

[blowupthefloats]

"Will whiskey work?" responds Munch, eying his customer with some concern.

[onebluesuit]

"...I've not had whiskey in ages. I'll give it a try." Phoenix reached for his wallet and placed some money - a twenty and a ten - on the bar's surface. "However much I can get for that. It's been a bad day."

[blowupthefloats]

He nods, then pours the man a shot of Jack Daniels.

"How bad?"

[riversinger]

River slips into a bar stool, casting an eye over her fellow patrons before giving the barkeep a warm smile.

"Pint of Guinness if you please."

She lays down the comm pad, her perpetual companion these passed few days, and starts thumbing through the crime scene photos, frowning and taking notes in the margin.

[blowupthefloats]

"Coming right up." Munch grabs the appropriate-sized glass.

His curiosity is piqued when he catches a glimpse of her photos out of the corner of his eye. He may not recognize the environment or the vic, but he knows a crime scene when he sees one.

"New case?"

[riversinger]

She glances up sharply. He speaks like a man who knows whereof he speaks. "Have you heard about the young man they discovered in the woods?"

[blowupthefloats]

"'Fraid not. My visits have been pretty sparse lately.

"What happened?"

[neapolitan_man]

The specials board may remind him uncomfortably of Queen Faraday, but some days, booze is what's for dinner.

"Which of those is the strongest?" asks one striped mutant as he takes a seat at the bar.

[blowupthefloats]

To his credit, Munch does not gawk when said striped mutant sits down at the bar (he does, however, double-take).

"That would be the Stormcloud," he replies, trying not to stare. "Can I interest you in one?"

[neapolitan_man]

"I'm an easy sell," he says with a bit of a grin. "If you say it's a good one, I'll take one."

Really, any drinks he doesn't have to make himself are fine with him. He isn't in a mood to do so much as open his own beer.

[blowupthefloats]

"Coming right up then." The detective nods and begins fixing the drink.

Though not before arching one last eyebrow at his customer's...complexion.

[fowl_beast]

Among several other strange things, Evil Chicken noticed a bunch of people sitting around an unmanned bar. It looked as if they didn't care that no one was attending them. They had their drinks, though.

Strange tavern.

But aha! The barman just came in, soaking wet, from outside. When in doubt, ask the barman.

Wait, it wasn't raining outside... There wasn't a cloud in the sky, at least when Evil Chicken came in.

POOF! There is a large, turkey sized rooster standing on the bar.

"Hello! Can you explain to me where I am?"

[blowupthefloats]

OOC: [you may have just made my night]

Okay, this? This is enough to startle John Munch, if not half-frighten him right into a coronary.

"...the hell?!"

[fowl_beast]

The hell? Well, it was a question, not a statement, at least.

Oh silly chicken, you should have expected this. As strange as this bar is, it is silly to expect humans to be unfazed by talking chickens.

Quick! Come up with an explanation!

"So, this bar isn't so uhhhm.... whimsical that talking chickens are a regular occurrence. That's good to know, I suppose." The chicken wasn't moving its beak while it was speaking, so it wasn't exactly a talking chicken.
"I came here to explore this realm because I sensed something unique here but wasn't expecting it too be so..." he was thinking about using the word normal, but normal didn't quite fit. Oh heck, "normal, with grass and trees and birds and a tavern. Well, normal isn't the right word. There are those abyssal rabbits and some of the people here..."
Shoot... the Evil Chicken was at a loss for words.
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"What is with this place?"

[blowupthefloats]

Giant (well, maybe not giant) chicken.

Giant talking chicken.

Giant talking telepathic chicken.

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"It's...Milliways," Munch manages to respond. "Bar at the end of the Universe."

[will_scarlett]

Will sits down at the Bar and nods to Munch, a silver coin is dancing across his knuckles,

"What's the strongest one ye 'ave, sir?"

[blowupthefloats]

"Off the Specials Board, that would be the Stormcloud," he answers.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, sir, what's in it?"

[blowupthefloats]

"Amaretto, Bailey's Irish Cream, and 151 proof rum."