The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

People think of their bodies as a temple.

Yes, but to which dark god? The Bar has several from which to choose, and this is not a decision to be made lightly ... mostly because the ones not chosen will feel all slighted and go revenge-mode, and stuff. When you finally pick the dark god that's right for you, the first thing you have to do is fight to keep the other dark gods from turning you into a puddle of goo on the restroom floor, where a member of the janitorial staff will simply hose you down the drain.

Dark gods lose more followers that way.

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

_{Yep, definitely on something.}

Shakes head.

So often the answer is food, or water/drinks.
Nobody functions properly without the right fuel, and water to quench your fire and control/focus the reaction/energy flow...

People think of their bodies as a temple.
I prefer to think of it as a machine, with a boiler, and steam-driven pistons. I think you almost went critical.☢️

Pats you on the head, and sneaks you a plate of some leftovers from the kitchen, and a glass of milk.

Thanks

Zombie ducks wrote:

It’s not periwinkle. 4 isn’t red.

Oh

Brocklandia wrote:

Doesn't that depend on how the type of periwinkle and the way the periwinkle is administered? Just about anything can be used as dope if you find the right delivery method.

And has anyone noticed that periwinkle flowers are often periwinkle-colored, but periwinkle snails never are?

I think you took contraband of some sort. Do we have any here?

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Checks the Bar's store of seized contraband and narcotics.

Sees it is empty.

Understands

No that's just an autistic episode. Someone else stole those. Probably Brocky

You take contraband? *begins to hide unnamed containers in a box and goes to the lab*
*locks heavy door*
*locks second heavy door*

*hides box in floor*

Brocklandia wrote:

I'm not sure we have anything that isn't contraband somewhere.

Hey!--I resemble that remark! You can't prove I did it, and nobody saw me do it--that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

You liken, compare, or relate to being accused of stealing the only drugs we take from people? That proves it. But yeah we can't prove it, nor disprove it. Logically, if evidence never shows, no one can bring a conclusion.

Brocklandia wrote:

How do you know they aren't? Maybe they're psychic--or psychotic, I can never remember which--aliens who're pouring more and more political incompetence on us to watch us flail before turning into a sculpture of seething rage and barely contained social malcontent, ready to explode in unexpected ways at any moment. The element of danger is what elevates simple art to Art.

Hey want a cupcake? I made some. They're chocolate with colorful icing, like the ones you get from the store. Except this time they have flavor. I also put pop rocks on them, and the icing's tie dyed. I made like 50, because what else do you do when you can't stop looking at the lights? Going to the store's no fun. I prefer paying here and giving rats cheese.

Pope of joemama 2 wrote:

guys I made 3 batches of 140 cakes.

don’t ask.

Cool, let's share. Make a little stand or something. You do it tho, I'm not feeling physical labor today, or ever for that matter.

East lodge wrote:

You liken, compare, or relate to being accused of stealing the only drugs we take from people? That proves it. But yeah we can't prove it, nor disprove it. Logically, if evidence never shows, no one can bring a conclusion.

Hey, it's only a crime if you get caught.

East lodge wrote:

Hey want a cupcake? I made some. They're chocolate with colorful icing, like the ones you get from the store. Except this time they have flavor. I also put pop rocks on them, and the icing's tie dyed.

Thank you! I happen to love chocolate, but I can only have it on rare occasions--gotta protect the abs, 'cause real-world me works in a field where looking good and being fit matters. My agent also insists, constantly reminding me that she has bills to pay.

In return I can offer you ... uhm, this dust bunny from under one of the tables? It's really cute. Just ignore the glowing red eyes and the fangs. I'm sure it's only mildly venomous. You can name it Georgette.

This issue is called Toby Eastie whatever you want assassinated... almost. I'm dying. I mean crying. I mean laughing
As you very well know, a stranger with a pistol made an attempt on your life but moments ago while you were out on your lunch break. An emergency meeting has been called right here in the middle of the street after the would-be assassin disappeared over a nearby grassy knoll.

My IC tried to kill my OOC

Brocklandia wrote:

What's a "lunch break"? Do we get those here at the Bar?

As for this "assassin," Cheffy insists on being called the Bar's "chef" instead. Semantics, I know, but I tend not to argue with psychotic killers who are armed with sharp knives and paprika.

Hehe heh y-yeah who would?

So they tried to kill Toby? Ah man they didn't like my trans name. What a bigot. I might sick my IC on them. They do the rp job 75% of the time

Wait did cheffy try to kill human me? Come on I'm not suitable for this place. I'm not.... idk. Don't know how to word it. Not going to.

Now the issue is called "idiot bstard Eastie assassinated... almost". It's better

East lodge wrote:

Like an infection?(don't want to edit this all out)
East Lodge hates lawyers. Lawyers are evil gorgons in suits, and they prevent me from doing my rp job. I wear a suit, but I dont do gorgon things. Bleh
Yes. We all need blessings here. I get mine from incense, crystals, offerings to numerous deities, and rping and being one with the unhinged untameable choas.

So I bless you in the name of my Lady Esther, of whom I'll leave an offering for in a few days. Please don't tell the Goddess Lady Persephone. She gets mad at me for that. I can't abandon Esther however. This is why I'll haunt earth when I irl die. I deity-hop like a true pagan, dirty, deceitful, and self-serving. I really love Esther, and I want to serve her forever. We don't talk much, but I've been so busy i can't do my spiritual activities.

okay....

Zombie Penguins wrote:

The weekend poetry contest is under way. Zany Zanes is judging magic.

I guess
you probably stopped
Believing in magic a long time ago
It's hard to imagine something so
Idyllic
When everything you knew was hurt

Sometimes I look
Into your eyes
And see the ruins of an empire
Even castles cannot stand
Against so many floods

Damn.

I wish that I could show you
How magical you are

When the sun catches the frizzy halo of hair that crowns your head
And you look like a fairy

How you, like a siren
Can sooth and charm
By the sound if your voice alone

And how
On those rare moments
When you smile
The void trembles and crumbles at the edges.

One day
Somehow
I'll find a way
To let you see.
Understand.
All the best stories about magic
Start off hopeless
And end beautifully.

East lodge wrote:

Thanks, but I should be fine. Hi, buddy.
*it growls and bites a dot-sized hole in my finger*

I'll make you a guard bunny. Wait for Pope of joemama 2 to finish the stand. I'm gonna go and... idk do the schedule. I'm washing my clothes a little too soon to leave, but it should be fine.

It turned out not fine. My clothes will be there for an hour at least. It'll be 1. I feel I can't work with this, but I think I'll be fine.

I wanna be fit irl. It would be fun to feel less... constantly tired... I'm sick of 108 kg. Rn my goal is to go to 90. Then 80. And so on

what

East lodge wrote:

Wait did cheffy try to kill human me?

It's not personal ... probably. Cheffy tries to kill everyone. That's why we put hir in the kitchen instead on the floor waiting tables. See, the sight of all those knives tends to scare customers away from the start. But if Cheffy cooks the food, the death attempts are more subtle ... And more deniable in court ... At least according to our lawyers.[/quote]

Brocklandia wrote:

It's not personal ... probably. Cheffy tries to kill everyone. That's why we put hir in the kitchen instead on the floor waiting tables. See, the sight of all those knives tends to scare customers away from the start. But if Cheffy cooks the food, the death attempts are more subtle ... And more deniable in court ... At least according to our lawyers.

[/quote]
Yes very comforting

Brocklandia wrote:

It's not personal ... probably. Cheffy tries to kill everyone. That's why we put hir in the kitchen instead on the floor waiting tables. See, the sight of all those knives tends to scare customers away from the start. But if Cheffy cooks the food, the death attempts are more subtle ... And more deniable in court ... At least according to our lawyers.

We have good lawyers who think they can save this place from the fires of court. I'm so bored today. A retired criminal investigator even said I looked bored today. I'm not really bored tho. I'm just feeling too much and too little at the exact same time. I'm feeling Torkish Torkash Torkaish. The Russian word for a type of heartache where you want more, but nothing at the same time. It feels like nothing is there, but everything's there. I need food. I need comedy. I need a good laugh.

Definitely toby wrote:

Yes very comforting

Very...

Zombie ducks wrote:

I don’t like that sensation.

Yeah I get that. How's today been?

I'm bored today. Just bored, unmotivated, and I have too many thoughts in my head. My brain decided to go crazy over a light bulb and now there are too many emotions being used for them. The fact that an autistic shutdown happened yesterday's still bothering me. I gotta do dumb today. Just all the dumb. I need to relax for now, and take an off day. There's no persuading my brain to work today, when it's addicted to a literal light bulb.

I'm too lost in thought to work today....
I should have called out. My schedule didn't happen today, either.