Would you rather be in a dessert? Maybe something with custard filling and chocolate sprinkles on top?
~The being within the pile weeps.~
The last day of finals is finally upon us. May this nightmare end once and for all...until next semester of course. Well, no reason to think of future predicaments. Still have to complete this particular day.
~The pile tries gaining the attention of a bartender.~
May I get a coffee?
Fear not, I'm in the process of getting new proper equipment, and I'm more than familiar with motorcycles and wheelers of all types. The province is gradually returning to the status quo here.
I've been moping for well over half a year lol, I really should get in gear (literally.)
Glad to hear that. Nothing like an injury to take the fun out of summer...
Same here, haha. I guess for me boredom finally convinced me to do something other than smash keys and take long walks with the free time I have coming up
Are you planning to go anywhere with your moped?
Observing the sudden movement of a valued patron, the shadowy bartender scratches out some future scheduled menu plans and turns to pour some beers.
A light? I'm not sure. There's kind of low level ambient lighting I guess. Maybe check with Neutrality Foundation, see if they've got a flashlight or something?
Sets the beers down before them.
Nice try, Z, but I'm pretty sure Road Crew was nefariously asking about an open source of combustion that could be used to burn down the whole Bar and everyone in it. Oh, sure, the Bar would regenerate, but the smell of roasted customers and burnt hair would take a long time to air out.
Oh, who'm I kidding? Road Crew, you budding pyromaniac, there's a flame-thrower in the Janitor's Closet. Go fire it up, no pun intended, and make yourself happy.
Technically, we're on the corner of every region. We're only on the corner of a desert if we're talking about a desert region.
Can I interest you in our special Tumblin' Tumbleweed Margarita? It's made with fresh tumbleweeds and at least two different people named Margaret. Yum!
*Sets a suspicious-looking margarita glass on your table*
I am here at the bar, but I am being here also in the moment of exactly one hour ago, sensing the environment of the present and the past both "contemporarily". I am not crazy, this chrono-tunneled state is the result of messing with time travel by machine. My bad, my grandma traveled to visit me from the year 1935, testing her own hand-made time machine and offered me its engineering plan, so I built one by myself (after having spent a month with Grandma visiting Europe by flying carpet because she wanted to relax, being young in the future, from the sad years she was living back then).
My machine looked good, but something went wrong with sub atomic particles and the like, and now I have a this tunnel running trough my mind between me and the me of one hour ago.
So now, dear Brockie: a big beer please!