The Between RPs Thread

[wildfire]

Basically, we'll call this the RP lounge. Where RPers can come to do pretty much whatever they want. Lemme show you guys around. *waves arm inviting peoples into the topic* Well, things are pretty bland at the moment. But then, who could know what to put here? Wait, I got an idea. *Snaps fingers and a solid oak bar appears across one end of the solid room. Posters of calander vixens cover the newly painted walls, Max sits at one end of the bar and waits for RPers to come get a drink and chat for a while.*

[Jim Doe]

*Smoke filters in through the open doorway as slow veins of ice begin to run across every glass surface in the building. The temperature has dropped perceptibly as the fog continues to roll in, obscuring the floor almost completely. From the center of this mist that is now clogging the doorway, a dark figure can be seen approaching. It steps purposefully into the room as the lights dim, casting everything into semi-darkness.

He is here. And he hungers.

His mouth opens, and he speaks . . . *

Hey, guys, whassup? Does this popstand have chicken wings or what?

[wildfire]

Max winked from across the bar. "A little dramatic no?" he chuckled and fired up the deep friers. "Yeah, just let me heat the oil and all. You want anything to drink? I tell ya if peoples don't show up soon i'm godd start up." Max said with a laugh as he popped the top on a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade. Here man, gimmie a minute or two before I join ya.

[Jim Doe]

I believe I shall have a Red Bull to drink if'n you don't mind.

[wildfire]

*passes a Red Bull down the bar* Think nothing of it Jim. Everything here was paid for with your money after all, and since the whole enviroment is virtually rendered, I can do whatever I want! *manifests a second Wildfire to run the deep friers* Hey other me, how's about two orders of deep fried chicken wings?

[Jim Doe]

My money? Wow . . . no wonder everything in here looks so cheaply constructed.

[wildfire]

Well, there's also my lack of imagination. It dosen't help that I slapped this thing together. *glances at other self at the friers* Are those things ready yet?

[Kaotix]

The Dragon stalks through the doorway heavy footfall after heavy footfall. Gray smoke billowed from his nostrils as he approached Max at the counter.

"I want a steak. Rare. Still living. And it better still be mooing."

Kaige looked around.

"And wher are the pole dancers?"

[wildfire]

*snaps fingers and a poles appear with biatches dancing along with the largest freaking cow you ever saw in your natural life*

So it is requested, so shall it be... *Munches on a burnt chicken wing*

[Jim Doe]

Wow . . . that's the best pole-dancing I've ever seen a cow do.

Well, maybe second best.

[wildfire]

*posts sign over door* HEY JOHN, WE GOTS BOVINE BIATCHES!!!

[Kaotix]

*The dragon looks at the pole-dancing cow.*

"You look good enough to eat!"

*The cow screams and runs away.*

"What did I say?! Bah... I'm still hungry..."

*Looks at Wildfire.*

"Hmmm...."

[wildfire]

*glances around hurriedly* "uh... um..." *snaps fingers and 1,000,000,000,000 bags of "Dragon Chow" appear in the room* "Uh, there I guess." *runs out of the room screaming*

[Kaotix]

The dragon watches Wildfire run out. He shrugs a bit and starts eating the dragon chow.

"Hmm this stuff needs something...."

Kaige adds ketchup and continues eating.

"Mmmmm...."

[wildfire]

Danger subsiding, air returning to lungs, fear replaced with cautious optimisim. Yeah, I think i'm gonna be ok. *walks back into topic* So Big Red, can I get you something to drink with all that ketchup?