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Koali:
So I saw some good RP in the Burning Skies Saloon. Let's have another!

*Doors squeakily open. Camera turns to show who is at the door. There is nobody there!*

Uh, hey? Down here!

*Camera shifts downward, revealing a Kirby wearing a dyed Revolutionary and Khovansky hair.*

Helloooooo? Anyone there? Besides Steve the camera guy?

*The tavern is empty! We need people! Like a bartender and some more patrons!*

Mr. Goggles:
*Mr. Goggles is shoved haphazardly through a wooden, swinging door behind the bar. He looks back and yells to an unknown character behind the scenes, "..Wait, don't I need some kind of training for this? Aren't you going to I.D. me or something?!" He yells, tripping amongst the various bottles of moonshine and rum. Before he receives any kind of answer the door closes, again. Mr. Goggles still wears his orange engineer overalls and ridiculous goggles. He looks completely out of his comfort zone, but resolves to step into his new position, anyways. He looks awkwardly around, searching for any customers, until he spots the small gentleman stepping into the tavern. "Hello! What can I do for ya?" He says, smiling as large as he can manage. His face remains that way until he receives an answer.

ShadedExalt:
*A white haired man dressed in a completely white Khovansky Special Costume strides through the door, followed by a trio of oddly dressed men with strange instruments.*

"Hey, let's get some music in here, eh?"

*Mois Eisley Cantina Theme beings to play*

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wi5FhFEY3mM begins to play*

MightyKeb:
**A man steps in just after the band, his slick brown hair tucked in an Arachnida Top Hat and his hands raised to his hips, he bears his trademark-like smug grin



"My my, emptier than my cargo bay after crossing Arashi."


**He slowly and sharply walks towards the counter, his long, elegant boots thumping loudly at every step agains't the bar's aging wooden floor, his assortment of gold painted small knives hanging from his belt gently bumping against eachother. He smoothly seats himself in one of the stools just by the counter, crossing his hands against eachother. He raises himself a bit back from the chair to lean past the counter as he thoroughly examines it's contents while mumbling to himself, "No 'Tender? Huhm."


**He sharpens his stance, still seated at his chair he turns around, his voice raised,


"Could a charitable gentleman prepare us all some fine booze? Perhaps even end up running the place."

Mr. Goggles:
[There is most definitely a tender... That is my current role! Make sure to read posts before you post, yourself! Or perhaps I wasn't clear enough:/]

"Hmmmm, I didn't know we had a band. How wonderful." Mr. Goggles says to himself before picking up the nearest wash rag and wiping away at some random bottle. He had to at least look the part. He waited until the brightly dressed man [MightyKeb] who had entered after the band sat down at his seat. Mr. Goggles was about to enquire as to the man's tastes before he loudly addressed--Mr. Goggles was unsure as to who the man was addressing.

"Sir! With all due respect, there is no need to shout. I'm right here... Perhaps you hadn't noticed. The lighting in here is quite ineffective, it seems" He says, surprised by the sudden outburst. He gestures towards a lazily flickering orange light behind the counter. Mr. Goggles adjusted his goggles before awaiting the man's reply.

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