The Gryphon and Sabine Pub (Local Student Hangout) [RP]

Postby Andrick on Tue Jun 11, 2002 3:56 pm

Sure, help yourself. Maybe you can throw in your two cents on a subject. I had brought up the point that there are three things a man can have which should be considered uncontestably theirs: sleep, drink and steak. Depriving an individual of any of those is in the big book of "Thou Art A Dickhead If You..."

Now BloodEye here says there are really six things with the three missing being rig, revenge and main squeeze. Call me crazy but I consider those items to be open targets in love and war; more often than not these three are shared or are inherently not possessable. Think of it this way, if your buddy asks you for it is it conceivable for you to say "yes, you may have it"? A bender at the bar could result in your bud taking your keys to drive you home to sleep it off. SigOthers are not exclusive property and you must share them socially as a rule of respect. This is where that "I met someone else" line come from. That one is an unspoken rule between friends only and not recognized by strangers who may or may not care. Vengeance is a goal which can be thwarted by providence, misfortune or delayed justice.

Throughout my life I've never heard it spoken "May I have that beer you are drinking?", "Can I borrow that steak you are eating?" or "I'd like to share your sleep". If someone said such a thing to you would you not stare at them as if they were a two headed, tentacled love child of Elvis via Big Foot?

So, what's your opinion?
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Postby Leon 'Darth' Danson on Wed Jun 12, 2002 11:52 am

"Uh...right." Leon grabs a hot wing, and takes a bite out of it. "This is just a little over my head, though I think I see what you're both saying." He pauses, then glances at Andrick. "My personal perspective is that I'd tend to agree with you, though that may just be because of how I picture what you've said."

He pauses, then adds, "Though I'm agreeing with BloodEye on revenge."
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Postby Captain apathy on Thu Jun 13, 2002 8:50 am

Ah, but the drink is not necessarily as inviolate as you think. If someone has had too much to drink, they necessarily forfiet any drink they have for their own safety. And if you are a compulsive snorer and are sleeping with someone, you *will* recieve elbows and shakes up to the point that you stop snoring or the other falls asleep. I still haven't thought of a decent argument for a stake, but people can and do ask for a piece when it looks delectable.
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Postby BloodEye on Thu Jun 13, 2002 12:20 pm

BloodEye listens as the assorted points are made, noding in agreement for most of it.

"I think we're looking at this from a diffrent perspective of the term `mess with.` If your buddy has a girl, you never try to seduce that girl. Doing so makes you the lowest sort of scum. Your buddy has a car, you never do something to harm the car. It's the same as harming your buddy. Now, driveing you buddy's car home to keep him from wrapping it around a pole isn't messing with it. It's driving it home to keep him from wrapping it aorund a pole. It's the intension, not the act, nesserally."

The feline ponders for a moment, takeing a sip of his own drink.

"All that said, I think there are times when food, drink or sleep can be messed with while remaining in socital constraints. say several of your buddies get together to hang out. One buddy falls asleep at 10, hours before the rest of you. Asumeing he's no good reason, such as having sat up all night with his dying father or something, it's fair game to pile shaving cream in the sleepers hand then tickle his nose. Buddy gets up to chase a skirt in the bar, leaving his drink behind. It's fine to spike said drink with your slice of lemon to make him jump when he comes back for a swig. but if he left for a phonecall or to use the john, not only should you not spike it yourself, you should make certain no one else does so. All a matter of situation, li-ha?"
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Postby Andrick on Thu Jun 13, 2002 3:05 pm

All fine points and all but with a few flaws I'll point out. Cap, if your bud is snoring so loud that you can't get to sleep then he is interfering with your sleep. QED

As for ride and relations I'll just go with a situation I've come across more than once in my lifetime. A guy and a girl have been together for nearly a year when she turns to him and says that she'll drive him to work. Now the guy is curious as to what she'll be driving as she has no car until it dawns on him that it's his she intends to drive. Now he's a decision to make: rig or girl? The more attached to the car the guy is the more likely this scenario will rear its ugly head.

Ultimately, the SigOther has free will and exercises it in all kinds of unanticipated way, such as deciding she likes your friend better than you. Your wheels can be begged, borrowed, stolen and is considered a legitimate target for revenge (there is a reason they put locks on all vehicles and a keyed ignition system). Are these things considered out of bounds by your friends? I already said these were part of the unspoken rules of friendship.

Now, I can see what your saying and why your saying it. For that reason alone, I know we are at an impasse. I don't think there is a way I can convey a need which is denied in a meaningful manner. *Andrick leans back and throws up his hands* As such, I'm willing to concede this.
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Postby PDI on Fri Jun 14, 2002 5:20 pm

Sharon brings the Woofaboomus his tequilla (100% pure agave tequila, imported from Mexico) and nods toward the others in the bar.

"Another new batch?" she asks.

The Dean sighs, "yeah, another new batch. It's going to be a rough year, I can tell. I can't wait until Tracker gets back and I can return to just being house mother again."

"They don't seem that bad," she says, and pours herself a shot.

"Oh, they're not bad, no worse than any other year, anyway -- but now they're MINE and that makes itmuch worse."

"I see," she says, taking a sip from her shot. "Of course, none of them act up while I'm here -- any interesting powers in the batch?"

"Oh, yeah. The kid with his own drum section comes to mind. <i>He's</i> learned to sleep through it, but I don't know if *I* ever will."

"Aw, you poor dear," she says, pouring him another. "So you're getting ripped tonight?"

"Yeah, and maybe seduce a yound coed back to my bed." At the bartender's look, he smiles. "You know I'm kidding, right?"

Sharon smiles back. "Of course. So .. keept he tequila coming?"

He nods. "At least until I start talking philosophy or reciting bawdy limericks. Then you may have to cut me off. As usual."

"Good think you can walk home, perfessor."
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Postby Matt Trepal on Fri Jun 14, 2002 7:25 pm

There is a THUMP at the door, which then opens to admit a grumbling donkey, muttering nonsense about how the doorknob and hinges switched places just as he attempted to open it. As he enters, however, his eyes widen in surprise. He cocks his head and twitches his ears, as though he were listening for something. He immediately rushes to the bar.

"Listen," he says to the Woofaboomus, next to him at the rail. "Do you hear that? No! Of course you don't! It's stopped!"

Turning to the bartender (an odd sort: no fur, no muzzle, no tail?), he smiles ecstatically. "This has become my most favoritest place in the whole entire world!

"And I would like a beer." Perusing the choices, he is astonished to find one particular brew offered. "Iron City!" he says. "I'll have an Iron City!"

He administers himself a generous dose, then turns to the Woofaboomus again. "You can't normally find this stuff on the West Coast," he says. "But enough of that. Say, you're the dean, right?" He extends a hand. "Pleased to meet you. My name's Goose."

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Postby BloodEye on Sat Jun 15, 2002 11:11 am

BloodEye not, agreeing to disagree, and settles back, seeing where the conversation will go without his commants for a bit.
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Postby PDI on Sat Jun 15, 2002 9:23 pm

The woofaboomus shakes Goose' hand.

"One of the benefits of this place, son. Relax, Sharon'll take care of you."

He looks down at the empty shot glasses at his elbow. "speaking of which -- Sharon, you got any of those little rolled taco things around? I suspect I should put some food in my belly before too long."

Almost before he's done speaking, a huge platter of rolled tacos arrives at the counter, supported by a puffing Sharon, who gently slides it onto place. "Just came outa the kitchen" she says with a smile. Noting all the new faces, she adds, in a slightly louder voice, "on the house, kids!"
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Postby BloodEye on Sat Jun 15, 2002 11:47 pm

"`Kids`" BloodEye grumbles good-naturedly. "What I get for staying in school. Ah well, probally appericate it when I turn forty or something."
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Postby Andrick on Sun Jun 16, 2002 7:53 pm

Rule of survival, and a matter of etiquette in most cultures: never refuse free food. So if you kids will excuse me...

*Andrick gives a sly wink to BloodEye and gracefully heads over to the bar. Well, that was his intention when he slid out of the booth but his leading step landed squarely on his tail. Stifling a yelp of surprise and pain, Andrick attempts to hop off his tail but its death grip on his butt stops him painfully short and he lurches to his off-foot completely out of balance. A sharp crack! punctuates the headlong collision of Andrick and one of the chairs innocently populating the floor. Quickly jumping back up, Andrick curls one foot under the fallen chair, pops it up with a short kick, grabs it by the back rest and sets it firmly on its four legs. Ramrod straight, he continues the rest of the journey to the bar unmolested.*

Tacitos. Mind if I snag a plate to bring a few back to the crew? *noting the stare Sharon is giving him* Sturdy furniture you have here. What is it? Oak? *drawing upon her experience as a bartender, Sharon decides not to point out the angry swelling on Andrick's cheek, the fact he has flushed so red that anyone can see it through his fur or that he is tearing up so much he probably couldn't see straight. Instead she ignores the stack of plates under the counter and heads to the kitchen to give the ring-tailed canid the time he needs to compose himself*

Whew. Those were some spicy wings. *ignoring how obviously lame that sounded, Andrick takes one of the discreetly left napkins and dabs at his eyes. Now properly able to focus on people, he turns to the Woofaboomus* The owner should invest to have some cork or soft tile installed in the ceiling; sound tends to carry in here.

*extends a paw to Goose* By the by, I'm Andrick. Hey, you're different without the percussion section; you don't look so down trodden. Anyway, you probably met them at indoctrination... *Andrick points to the three occupying the booth* ...but the feline is BloodEye, the kitsune who's trying not to laugh is Saski and the wincing lapine es Apat
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Postby Talbon on Sun Jun 16, 2002 10:56 pm

The door bangs open and in strides Talbon, "Bloody bunch of nitwits with their hands so far buried up their arses and they still can find shit without a flashlight, map and two helpers!" The white wolf growls out with a flashing display of sparkling teeth.

He pauses and looks around, brow furrowed as he realizes where he is, after a moments pause he starts forward, stepping towards the bar and a stool near Woofaboomus.
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Postby Matt Trepal on Mon Jun 17, 2002 5:02 pm

"Thanks," Goose says as he releases the Woofaboomus' paw. He then turns to Andrick.

"Yeah, I saw you guys at the orientation, but I showed up too late to really get anything done there." He eyes the plate of food. "Taquitos, eh? Well, at least they're not burritos. I hate burritos." He glances around to see if anyone gets it, even though he's half-serious.

Taking his leave from the bar as a rather grumpy white wolf enters, Goose heads over to the booth. "Y'know," he tells Andrick, "that falling trick is usually something that happens to me. I mean, my tail's not nearly long enough to trip over, but stupid stuff like that happens to me all the time. Painful, or embarrassing, but never fatal. That's sorta why I wound up here." He shrugs.

"That, and the drums." He grimaces. "You'd look downtrodden too, if those drums followed you around night and day. There's nothing that fouls your concentration quite like firing-squad drum-rolls during the delicate periods, and nothing that destroys the mood when you're trying to talk to a girl like disembodied porn music."

They reach the booth, and Goose pulls up a chair rather than squeeze into the crowded benches. "Howzit goin', fellahs?"

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Postby BloodEye on Mon Jun 17, 2002 5:44 pm

BloodEye perks up his ears, eyeing Talbon's entrance and pronouncement with more that a little curiousity.

"Are we being paged?"

Eyeing the rapidly swelling crowd, he casually grabs his stuff, and stands up on the boothseat, stepping over the seatback to settle down again in the next booth over, his knees upon the seat and his elbows resting on the seatback.
Chuckeling softly, the feline turns to the artist formerly known as Mister Drums, and extends a handshake.

"BloodEye. Sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name."
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Postby PDI on Tue Jun 18, 2002 6:02 pm

Goose wrote:"Taquitos, eh? Well, at least they're not burritos. I hate burritos."


*groan*

*throws taquitos at the little donkey*
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Postby Andrick on Wed Jun 19, 2002 11:36 am

*sits down heavily and places the dish of taquitos by the buffalo wings and begins shoveling some ice into one cloth napkin*

BloodEye, Captain, Saski meet Goose. Goose.... I did that intro already, didn't I? Sorry, I'm getting distracted. Goose, you'd mentioned a trick before. The trick is not to get hurt.

*finishes tying a knot and puts the bundle firmly against his left cheek* (ooc: I took a RL header into the stove on Saturday, decided to manifest IC accordingly)

By the way, Goose, you might need to settle something with Woofaboomus. You seemed to have triggered some maternal instinct of his as he is trying to feed you a la Airborne Express.

*Andrick takes off his belt, pulls his tail over his shoulder, loops the belt around his chest and cinches it in place. Though a few feet of ringed fluff still twitches free above his head, the better length of his tail is tethered in place. Grunting with satisfaction, Andrick rummages through his backpack and finds a letter addressed to Talbon.*

If you gentle... uh, furs will excuse me, I've got to drop something off while I still remember it. Be back in a few.

*Having said that, he gets up and walks out of the pub. A few moments later, the green backpack disappears from the booth*
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Postby Leon 'Darth' Danson on Thu Jun 20, 2002 7:43 am

"Mmm...tacos."

Leon walked over to the counter, and grabbed one off. "Certainly an interesting conversation," he said to BloodEye. "Though if you don't mind, I'd like to sit the rest of it out." He glanced around, trying to find someone else to talk to.
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Postby Saski Berth on Wed Jun 26, 2002 5:43 am

Starting awak I say "what happened?? one moment this place was empty, the next thing I know, it's full.. I think my Ice Teas hit me a little stronger than ususl... oh, that's right, the bartender neutrallizes powers, doesn't she... damn, I'd gotten used to being immune to the errfcts of alcohol.." and I then stagger, very wobbly on my feet to the door for a seconf, step far enough out to et out of her sphere of influence, then come back in.. a tiny lil' silver button fastened on my chest... "whew! much better! but I think I'll stick to non-alcoholic drrinks from now on while here.."






[ooc]and as soon as these forums stabalize enough to be able to edit your posts, I'll be updating my back-story.. to coinside with the one I have developing over @ Lofty-Bearing. my physical age isn't changing, my chronological age is going berzerk - as I'm now ~ 2750 years young :)[/ooc]
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Postby PDI on Tue Sep 17, 2002 12:00 am

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