The Tavern

After Dreamy jumped back into the hole she made like Superman, JAsmine began to stare in disbelief.

"So how's your day going?", Howler asked.

"Pretty good. You?"

In his private corner, Rain woke up with all the ruckus going on around him. He had slept for a long time. A very long time, its appeared, for the tavern seemed to be crowded with unfamiliar faces, and a hole appeared on the ceiling. Feeling a little drowsy, he rub his eyes and yawned.

Then he remembered his dream. He dreamt of a beautiful girl. A damsel of dainty, whose presence would bring serenity to his soul. He dreamt of her walking into the tavern, and sitting next to him. But before a word could even escape his lips, he was rudely robbed of his fantasy by the loud noises. Letting out a little sigh, he bring his empty cup to the counter and order more hot chocolate.

With the newly-filled cup, he sat down at his seat, and looking at the doors of the tavern, waiting...

"Just perfect, that's all", Howler said, snapping again. Howler snapped almost irritatingly frequently when he was in a good mood. "I'm off to the Vancouver Film School soon for my 2-day script writing class that I was lucky enough to get into ages ago, my audio blog is finally up and running, and I found last year's chap-book from my school writing club, which I've been trying to find for ages. Things are going my way!", Howler said, snapping his fingers again. He pulled out a handful of cashews from the little bowl and stuffed them in his mouth. He slid the bowl towards Jasmine.

"You want some of these?", Howler asked, with his mouth still full.

Hawk woke up, wondering just where she was. She didn't remember being in the Tavern, but then again she's a pretty forgetful person.

Blinking blearily, she looked around the place which was full of some loud, crazy people.

"Hey, I'll take a soda," she said to the bartender chimp. "Thanks."

She sat on a stool in the corner and quietly surveyed everyone else.

Hypocrit walks into a moonlit tavern.

Hypocrit wonders the origin of the narration of his movements.

Hypocrit examines the narrator's examination of his thoughts as he himself examines the narrator examining his exmination of the narrators examination. Hypocrit examines the method by which he examines the narrator examining him, and thus forces the narrator to examine the methods by which hypocrit examines him, thus forcing the narrator to examine the methods with which he examines hypocrit examining him.

One of them shoots themselves.

Their thoughts race toward infinity. They both die.

So, who am I?

Magnus wanders into the Tavern. It's late, well past midnight, but the Tavern is still packed. She makes a beeline for the bar and sits down next to a tired-looking Hawk.

"Can I get a root beer please?" she asks the bartender. He hands her a glass of it, and she turns to Hawk, smiling. "So what's up with you?"

Hawk, who was close to falling asleep, sat up as she saw Magnus coming over.

"Hey! Not much, just homework. I actually shouldn't be here, but it's nice to take a break, you know?" A thought strikes her. "You're taking chemistry too, right? How's that going?"

"Ugh, don't even get me started about chemistry," Magnus says angrily. "My lab partner went on vacation this week, and I got stuck with someone who's even more clueless than he is! She set up our lab completely wrong, and then she knocked over a cup full of chemicals. It was a disaster. I should have taken Biology when I had the chance, but no, I wanted a challenge." She takes a deep breath. "Anyways. Are you taking chemistry too?"

"Ah, I can empathize. Yep, I'm taking chem and have shed blood, sweat, and tears over it. The content is confusing and we move at such a fast pace. I barely scraped by with a B- last term." Hawk grimaces. "And this term we're doing a 'poster project,' so I have to find some debatable topic about chemistry to research. At least I've got mine figured out: the effects of Omega-3 fatty acids and whether they actually help in cases of ADHD."

Hawk stopped for air and realized she had been rambling.

"So, onto more interesting topics! What sort of music do you listen to?"

"A weird mixture of pop and R&B," Magnus says, holding out her glass for the bartender to refill. "It changes all the time, though. What about you?"

"Mainly rock/pop/alternative. Anything that catches my fancy really." Hawk turned to the bartending chimp and asked, "Do you have any chocolate eggs?" The chimp nodded and handed her some. "Ooo thanks!" Turning back to Magnus she asked, "How was your Easter?"

Aspiring accidentally knocks over his tea.

Ranger Hawk lets out a high pitched shriek and all the glass ware breaks.

Aspiring frowns and shrugs. He calls over a mod to clean up the mess.

Irish sat up and thwhacked her head on the top of the table. Groaning she got up.

"Where am I?" She grumbled. Then she remembered and laughed. "That was some crazy soda party..."

Suddenly she bumped into someone, whose drink spilled on her. She frowned. "Sorry about that, uhhh..." she didn't seem to know the person's name.

Wookielover burst through the doors thunder booming behind her. "I'm back..." She smiled widely and kindda creepy like.

Magnus gingerly fishes a piece of broken glass out of her tea, then turns to Ranger. "My Easter was okay. Spring break went by way too fast, though. Are you doing Script Frenzy?"