>The Smoking Room< The Second Storey

[Siliconous Skumins]

Somebody mention the Dodo?..
He's....erm, fine! Just off on a littlesomummthmmm *mumbles*

*notices Dodo slipping quietly out of the door, still strapped into his temporal perambulator*

Ooooh! Look over there, it's an airship!! *points to window furthest from the door*



Anyhow, time for a drink!...

[MWBailey]

*Bailey's innate suspicion of others and downright contrarian makeup causes him to look in the opposite direction; therefore, he sees the Dodo's exit, but decides to keep it to himself with what might, or might not, be a wink in Sil's direction*

Meeowwr?

What Dodo, Buttons?
*glances around*

Do you see something I don't, little one?

[Fairley B. Strange]

*regains consciousness under the dining table*

Wow, whatever that goo was, it wasn't just squashed bananas...

*crawls unsteadily to the bar and climbs to an almost upright stance*

Barkeep! One large hair-of-the-dog, thanks, with extra hair.

[Siliconous Skumins]

*looks at wall calendar*

Uhhhm....?  Is this thing right - June 4th?

*looks out window, sees snow and several reindeer being chased by a red faced drunk fat-man with a white beard*

*shrugs*  Hmmm, must be at least a week out of date....



Well it's getting chilly in here, I'll get the fire going!

Oh! - we're out of coal, but we do have a stack of logs for some reason.... I'll get a big one on!

SS

[Fairley B. Strange]

*looks at the mirror behind the bar and sees a red faced drunk fat-man with a white beard*

Fourth of July..?

*moves over next to the fireplace holding both a large log and a fistful of fireworks*

Do make up your mind, dear chap. Does anybody have a reliable chronometer?

[Madasasteamfish]

*looks at the mirror behind the bar and sees a red faced drunk fat-man with a white beard*

Fourth of July..?

*moves over next to the fireplace holding both a large log and a fistful of fireworks*

Do make up your mind, dear chap. Does anybody have a reliable chronometer?

*Picks himself up off the table*

I think I *DID* have one, but it seems some varlant has replaced it in my pocket with a series of mangled cogs, springs and assorted brass bits whilst I was passed out drunk. Although there's something about our friend here I seem to recall.....something about sherry?

Barkeep, another barrel of rum, and a bottle of advocaat for good measure.

[Fairley B. Strange]

Oh, sod it... *throws both in*
Happy new year, or at least, Happy something somewhen!

*of course the resulant explosion ejects the blazing yule log through the opposite wall, creating a new shortcut to the dining room*

Well, let's put out the minor fires and see what's on the menu.

[Philip]

*wakes finding himself on the floor*

one of you could have dragged me to a warmer spot, now i got the sniffles, thanks allot.

[Alexis Voltaire]

*walks in and disturbs several inches of dust. Looks to the icebox for something chilled and refreshing*

Oh dear...

*A small glacier is seen flowing out of the automatic icebox door*

Well, at least we're not short on ice.

*Starts mining through the dust on the shelf approximately where the brandy ought to be*

[Siliconous Skumins]

*walks in to see if anyone is about, failing that, to do a security check*

Helloooo?........    *silence*

Hmmm...

*walks over to the icebox, and notes the remains of a gently thawing igloo somebody recently built nearby...*

What the...?!  *shakes head*

*Notices the miniature sandcastles made from dust lined up on the shelf, with an empty brandy bottle and glass at the end*

Ooookaaay..... Looks like I missed a party!

[Octavius von Gilgamesh]

*The doors to the balcony slowly swing open, and a face pierces the smoke*

What did I miss?

[MWBailey]

*rouses from  his nap on the settee, dislodging an avalanche of dust in the middle of which his batwinged cat sneezes profoundly*

Bless you, little fellow! Eh, what? I was asleep, I think... oh, yes, there were a few regulars here about...
*glances at an extraordinarily complex pocketwatch with many more than one dial and a multiplicity of fold-out faces*

Five months and a few weeks! You must be starved, Whiskers!

*Rummages about for a tin of cat food*

[Octavius von Gilgamesh]

Has anyone seen my mutant badger. I am sure she was in my pocket when I stepped outside.

[Mercury Wells]

Do you mean this one *pointing to a badger that is holding a "Human hair shaving brush" & straight razor* sitting on the bar? If so, tell it pack it in as I require a drink.

Oh BtB evening Chaps & Ladies.

[Madasasteamfish]

Evening all. Pass the drinks

[Siliconous Skumins]

Pass the drinks?!...

Crap! The drink inspector!

I assure you the drinks are all good quality. Very little turpentine, and only 1/4 grain of Laudanum! You get your sight back in only two weeks, guaranteed!

[Fairley B. Strange]

*stirs from his curled position under the corner table*

Whassat...? You need to pass some... drinks?    Oh, right.  The Gents is out that door there. And if its locked and you're a tad urgent, there's always the back balcony out over the alleyway...

[Madasasteamfish]

Pass the drinks?!...

Crap! The drink inspector!

I assure you the drinks are all good quality. Very little turpentine, and only 1/4 grain of Laudanum! You get your sight back in only two weeks, guaranteed!

Huh, drink inspector. Is that me? *checks wallet*, oh it seems I am.

A bucket of your finest gutrot please.

[Siliconous Skumins]

Certainly sir... *peeling off turpentine and laudanum warning labels from bottles*

Here you go!

*hands over bucket and an envelope stuffed with bribery cash*

[MWBailey]

*A spiral staircase unwinds from the ceiling above*
Hullo, anybody down there?

*Bailey descends as Whiskers the batwinged black kitten with white forepaws glides down to the bar and begins helping himself to the bowl of peanuts*
Mrow *munch, munch*

Steady on, little fellow, you need meat too, you know. Barkeep, a pint of stout for me, and a tin for my friend, there, if you will.
*sits on the stool closest to Whiskers*

[Siliconous Skumins]

Stout I can do.....  *pulls pint and places on bar*


Uhm.... Batcat food may be an issue. Although.... *rummages around back of cupboard*

Ah, here we go - I do have several jars of this...




Seems fresh, it's still moving!

[Madasasteamfish]

Certainly sir... *peeling off turpentine and laudanum warning labels from bottles*

Here you go!

*hands over bucket and an envelope stuffed with bribery cash*

Are you trying to bribe me Sir?

Good! I would expect nothing less from an establishment such as this. Now where be there wenches to be found in this vicinity?

[Siliconous Skumins]

Wenches in this place?!....

*slides over jar of elder god*

[Fairley B. Strange]

*stirs under the table, knocking over the overflowing ashtray of fag-ends and other unidentifiable debris*

Did somebody say 'Wenches'... and tentacles? Together? Oh Gawd, you know what happens when you summon both those together...

Oh, the Horror... the Horror...

[Madasasteamfish]

*stirs under the table, knocking over the overflowing ashtray of fag-ends and other unidentifiable debris*

Did somebody say 'Wenches'... and tentacles? Together? Oh Gawd, you know what happens when you summon both those together...

Oh, the Horror... the Horror...

Snap out of it man!