The Master's Bar and Grill

Ariel · Post by **Ariel** » Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:06 pm

Where is Q? Where are the clones? Where is everyone?

Ariel sits quietly in the corner writing a story.

Post by **The Master** » Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:42 pm

The Master peeks over Lady Ariel's shoulder to steal a glimpse of her manuscript.

"I do hope you plan on sharing that with us when its finished," he says then heads off to the bar to whip up a big batch of his infamous Zombie Punch.

Ariel · Post by **Ariel** » Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:50 pm

Lady Ariel smiles warmly and resumes writing.

Boikat · Post by **Boikat** » Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:29 pm

Ariel wrote:Lady Ariel smiles warmly and resumes writing.

...An entry to the PATD saga?

"...When last we saw Ariel, she was in a tank top and "Daisy Dukes" (She'd sat on the UOPC, and had been "redneckified"), and had just been dumped off the Ugly Orange Porch Couch by Marvin as he carried the it to the awaiting ship, which resembled a giant Dust Buster... Meanwhile, Merle and Qray were about to attempt to take the bridge of the ship.....

Post by **The Master** » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:21 pm

The Master takes a tentative sip of the now smoking punch concoction. The color quickly drains from his face, his jaw grows slack, and his eyes vacant. He remains this way, moaning lowly on occassion for the better part of an hour before regaining his senses.

"I might need to cut back on the ghoul powder a little," he mutters as he goes back to his mixing.

Llew · Post by **Llew** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:01 pm

*wanders in looking for a hug*

LightBrigade · Post by **LightBrigade** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:42 pm

LB is thinking : "Were I a lady, I'd sure hug Llew. But... but ... what do you know! The Ma... The Master! Is that absinth he's having, I wonder."

Wondering as he does, he has stopped near The Master in deep surprise at the potent drink. He realises it's a Zombie Punch!

"Zounds! Zwat zooty zombie zugomatics, erm… z-cheeks, zat is!"

And pinches the drinker's cheeks. At once, a Masterly thunder is heard, and a bolt readily lands at LB's heels, setting the lower back of his hermit cloak on fire. Up to his ... !

“Hey, Zeus!” (utterance in Hispano : jesus. But any decent Hellene should think of Zeus first, of course!)

Is all he manages to utter and turns to leave nevertheless secretly smirking at the sight of a pinched-rosy cheek.

"Zomeone any zalve for a zapped z-behind?"

SpookyKatie · Post by **SpookyKatie** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:36 pm

Call me crazy Master... But I'll have some of that Zombie Punch!

Llew, I'll give you a hug!

Llew · Post by **Llew** » Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:31 pm

Thanks Katie! *hugs*

Post by **The Master** » Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:19 pm

Satisfied with his concoction The Master affixes a small sign to the front of the bowl, serves himself a nice large mug full of the swirling liquid, then settles into a comfortable chair to enjoy his beverage.

The sign reads:

Warning
May cause loss of motor skills, jaundice, drooling, coma, and/or an appetite for brains. Not recommended for gnomes, dragons, or pregnant humanoids.

Drink at your own risk.

Boikat · Post by **Boikat** » Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:35 pm

Drink at your own risk.

Boikat reads the sign, and takes it to mean "Free Drinks".

Grabbing a handy mug, and dipping the mug into the smoking cauldron, he smells it, wrinkles his nose, and downs it in one gulp.

The felids ears perk up, his hair stands on end, his mouth puckers up, his tail shoots straight out, and if he had any fleas, they all jumped ship. Then, like a wooden plank, he goes rigid, and falls face first to the floor.

A faint "That's some good stuff." is all that is heard.

Ariel · Post by **Ariel** » Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:48 pm

"Nova, don't even think about it!" Ariel reminds her dragon of the last time he imbibed.