The Master's Bar and Grill

[Bmat]

Bmat strolls in, orders a sandwich and lemonade, sits at a booth and waits for the rest of the members to make an appearance.

[Mogget1]

Mogget, not daring to refuse Bmat's obvious request sits down next to her and orders up a glass of chilled water.

[aldan]

Aldan steps out of his pocket and looks around at the new place. "This may take a bit to get used to," he said. Then he went up and asked for a Diet Unnamed Cola drink and then wandered over to where Bmat sat and pulled his custom chair from his pocket and sat down comfortably.

[Mogget1]

After discovering his seat is taken by one "Aldan," Mogget quickly decides a carefully executed back flip would land him in his chair. A shame then that his blind spot chose to cover his actual chair and there was some surprise when the act was done.

[The Master]

The Master serves up drink orders and shakes the sleeping Bmat.

"Hey...we're open. You need another drink?"

[Magus]

Magus walks in nonchalantly, head tipped back in order to finish off his grape Propel without the chore of lifting his hands.

"DONE!"

[Skarmoryashes]

Skarmoryashes walks in, orders a Sierra Mist, sits down at a various seat, takes out her how to draw manga book, and attempts to draw a manga girl.

[Magus]

Magus looks around nervously at everybody. He reaches into his pant's pocket and pulls out Princess of Fire's Pink furry book. He takes his own highly masculine pink fluffy pen and begins to write in it, randomly changing Tom's gender against Kristiner's wishes.

[The Master]

The Master sees the pink book and pen, points, laughs...ducks the empty glass Magus hurled at him and scampers off to the kitchen to see what vittles he can rustle up.

[Magus]

Mmmmmmm... vittles....

[Skarmoryashes]

After messing up her manga girl about 15 times, Skarmoryashes finally sighs, closes her book, and pushes it away from her.

"Stupid thing," she says. "Now I definitely know I can't draw. Ah well, tomorrow maybe...."

[Neurolanis]

Neurolanis walks in with an electric stride, poising himself as a famous model for just a moment, then working his way into the room like a big shot ... then tripping over a short stool and landing flat on his face.