Welcome to Dopeville, pop. 7270

Kricket, that sounds like a lovely idea! I’d love a permanent roomie! Of course, I’ll have to keep letting everyone come over the way they do, you know. They’re nice folks, though.

Maybe Sassy & Diane would be interested in joining us? :::giggling::: Why, we’d just have ourselves a regular little coven, now wouldn’t we?

Uh oh…I think I may have overstepped my bounds here…

Oh what the hell, bring it on Falcon! I like tequila straight from the bottle, just for your future reference.

Starts doing arm stretches in preparation

Hey Monster, have you ever arm wrestled with something that has tentacles?

<slurches up to the table>

Wanna give it a try?

Hey Monster, have you ever arm wrestled with something that has tentacles?

<slurches up to the table>

Wanna give it a try?

Pssst… Ignore my other personality, he’s only half the man I am.

Damn, can’t tell you how much I wish there were a real (corporeal) Dopesville. It’d be Our Town, Charles Addams, a few Twilight Zone zings and a suprisingly generous dose of Frank Capra. Some European depth and flair, some Latin dash but generally lotsa mischief, attitude and eccentricity.

It’s real if we goddmamnde MAKE it real! (Picture John Belushi in full rant) We have sultry librarians, mad scientists, intellectuals shooting from the water tower, randy truck drivers, suave but horny European bar owners, snoops, eccentrics and misfits galore, a madam, a ‘monsieur’,shady ladies, proper but perverse “ladies”, tattoo parlors, outwardly respectable men with hidden lives,a bodga and the best damned English department any school could want!

::the slightly tiddly Town Eccentric weaves in her orange tennis shoes::

I usually only take the tiniest sips of sherry ::hic:: but here’s a snort of tequila for you, Wally! And I’m sure those people fornicating on the pool table agree. (Sheesh, not wonder you can’t get a decent break on that thing.)

::collapses onto a bar stool::
Veb

Damn, can’t tell you how much I wish there were a real (corporeal) Dopesville. It’d be Our Town, Charles Addams, a few Twilight Zone zings and a suprisingly generous dose of Frank Capra. Some European depth and flair, some Latin dash but generally lotsa mischief, attitude and eccentricity.

It’s real if we goddmamnde MAKE it real! (Picture John Belushi in full rant) We have sultry librarians, mad scientists, intellectuals shooting from the water tower, randy truck drivers, suave but horny European bar owners, snoops, eccentrics and misfits galore, a madam, a ‘monsieur’,shady ladies, proper but perverse “ladies”, tattoo parlors, outwardly respectable men with hidden lives,a bodga and the best damned English department any school could want!

::the slightly tiddly Town Eccentric weaves in her orange tennis shoes::

I usually only take the tiniest sips of sherry ::hic:: but here’s a snort of tequila for you, Wally! And I’m sure those people fornicating on the pool table agree. (Sheesh, no wonder you can’t get a decent break on that thing.)

::collapses onto a bar stool::
Veb

I know there are at least nine more of us out there.

Now, someone help Veb up please! And you two on the table, sorry three, on the table could you slide over somewhere else? I want to see how this game turns out.

Hey, Coldy to you have any chilled Tequila Rose? Sorry Wally, that is as close as I will get to the stuff. Okay, maybe Porfidio if you got it.

Persephone why don’t we take our drinks out side and enjoy the wonderful nite air for a while and chat?

the Saint wanders back through after a long day, picking up his usual drink at the bar before heading home. He stops to look into the bar, alive with activity for a moment, then wanders home.

I didn’t click that twice!

Tiddly, yes; eccentric, okay; but I did NOT click that twice!

::claws upright, scrambling back onto the barstool::

It’s the Zoning Commission! I keep telling you people and no one will listen! The “nice suburban lady?”; she’s a closest sociopath. That weird guy up the hill: thinks he’s Batman. That hotsy-totsy in those glitzy clothes: a born floozy–you should see what gets up to at the Book Club meetings! Why, we’ve never used harmless Disney wildlife, at least none without proper shots and all…

*Why[i/] won’t anyone belive me?

Barkeep? Another tequila–just to keep the chill away.

Having drunk his toast, Dopeville’s (and possibly the world’s) only irked scientist moves to an empty booth, hoping to be hit upon by one of the many grieving females (hey, even irked scientists need love!) and pulls out a notebook. He begins sketching plans for the WallyM7 Memorial Giant Robot and City Destroyer®.

[ul]“Say, Barkeep, may I have another Molsen?”[/ul]

Using his combination cellphone-and-electronic-monster-remote-control, he starts dialing the local pizza parlor to see if they’ll deliver pizzas for the wake. There is a distant crash and an ominous humming noise, followed by distant, heavy, but clearly audible footsteps.

“Damn! I should never have put that on speed-dial!”

He ducks under the table.

“Table limbo! Everyone join in!”

He frantically begins pressing buttons on the cellphone as the heavy footfalls draw nearer…

Saint Zero looks up sleeply, notes the heavy footfalls, and makes a note to pick up more stock for the body shop, as it looks like some cars might get flattened.

flexes arms

Yer on, Monster. Scotch is MY drink of choice, for future reference. Since you’ll be buying it for me…

I suppose you should count me in (I’ll squeeze in the time for this if nothing else.) You know there is always one who wants to use her powers for evil instead of good but never really does!

Yep, with Karma and the law of three it gets kinda scary.

And since we don’t seem to have a medical practice around here I think the three of us should talk about what plants and herbs we need. (Okay, no funny stuff people!)

Candles, we need to make candles. Burned my last two for Wally and Tater. Anybody good with hot wax?

Hey, what’s everybody looking at me like that for? No, I don’t mean to put it there! Silly, I have to make it hot before I can work with it. Okay guys stop it and get your minds out of the gutters!
Mistress Kricket

*some ignore Baloo but most - being aware of his inventions and their tendencies - join him under the table (hmmm lucky baloo). The thudding steps get closer before suddenly it stops to be replaced by the sounds of pitched combat. When silence falls a few dare to look outside and see a prone Killer Robot ™ obviously disabled with only minor damage to the scenery. Some claim to have seen a shadowy figure do battle with it before disappearing into the night…

…but others think it was just a design fault on Baloo’s part.

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You can count me in too

-pandora

Coldy, the night life seems a bit slow around here. I’m just going to have to open up the local club. Sorry about the competition.

Dopers, please make your requests for the theme nights. Do you like house, ambient, salsa, swing, fetish, or “private” sessions?

SqrlCub, I’ll need a few recruits for the more risque activities. A few good dancers are absolutely necessary.

Olentzero, being relatively new to town, I don’t have all the required connections. Can we work out a deal similar to what you have going down with Eve? Or alternately, Eve, if you have enough, you can kick some my way. I’ll need a fairly regular supply for the after hours parties.

I’ll be broadcasting the club’s music on the nightly radio slots. Perhaps I’ll even DJ a bit myself to bring a resonant basso to the airwaves. Anyone up for the task of resident DJ? More importantly, can anyone fix the radio at Coldy’s so it only receives the music from my club?

I know it’s Monday, but stop by for the drink specials tonight and the special things which aren’t drinks to follow.

crawling out from the snug in the back

Hey, I got done with these two kegs o’ Guinness… where are the rest of them??

Nen, I’ll be open tomorrow once I get myself back in order. Stop by then and we’ll talk.

jesuslynch So be nautical nonsense something you wish?

poking around Ah, there’s an untapped keg. Good on you. drags it back into the snug Nen - don’t come looking for me much before - oh, say 4:00 tomorrow afternoon…

Ah, so we have manly woman here! (j/k Faclon) Step right on up, bring it on! Who’s gonna moderate the match so neither of us gets an unfair advantage?