The Tavern

TheDay blushes and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just not used to meeting someone who's crazier than I am," she explains. "I talk to myself on a regular basis, usually in different accents, then I talk to myself about talking to myself. Oh, and did I mention that time I nearly killed my best friend by accident?"

Zohali whistled. "You need help."

"I did go to a psychologist," TheDay smiled evilly. "He is now in a rubber room, wearing a straightjacket."

Crow jumps in from a hole in the ceiling, then asks for a bowl of fried worms. His order is denied, so he does 2000 jumping jacks for ordering something that's not on the menu.

Tobes-

A very drunk Tobes wanders in to the tavern. He left earlier to find his missing notebook but failed so went home and had...'a few'.
He drags himself over to the counter and orders a drink.
"Sorry Tobes. I can't serve you drink," says Nate.
"Waaaaiiiii, whhhaaaaaaat? Who drunk Nate? You drunk? Heh. Hah. Hahahahahahahaahahahaha!" Tobes replies.
"Sorry for this Tobes. I'm gonna ask you to leave."
"Naaaaaaaaaaate. You monkey."
Nate fills up with anger and turns into Hulk. His short rips off, his body turns green and his shorts go purple. He grows fifty times his size and turns his hand into a fist above Tobes.
"TOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBEEEEEESSSSSS!" he cries and brings his hand down.

Trav wakes up and blinks lazily. A prolonged yawn escapes her chapped lips. "Koalas....are..... fuzzy...."
And with that, Trav waves Nate over and orders an everything bagel. She stretches and begins to hum Bohemian Rhapsody. Suddenly, she breaks out into an amazing performance and captures the attention of everyone in the whole place, and then some. Her bed-head only gives her a sexier appeal and makes her voice more amazing. "SOMETIMES WISH I'D NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL CARRY ON CARRY ON"
the song echoes off the walls.
*mad applause erupts*

Rosie's head bobbles, but she manages a thumbs-up and a grin directed at Trav.

"Now that was entertainment," she slurs.

ItalianIlluminist strode forward, confident in his goal to overtake Randomosity.

TheDay swivels around in her stool to peer closely at Italian. "I thought you were bored of it?" She asks suddenly.

"Now I am," The Illuminist replied. "I've had a change of heart. Try me in a while and we'll see"

"Ah, OK," she says, suddenly disinterested in their non-conversation, and swivels around with vigor to stare blankly at her ever-present writing pad, muttering nonsensical words.

"Good news," the Illuminist stated, beaming. "Randomosity is mine once again!"

TheDay looks up, distracted momentarily. "Ah, but it won't be for long, child," she says ominously, then goes back to scribbling furiously in her journal.

"True," the Illuminist acknowledged. "But you just wait"

"Wait, he says," TheDay mused. "Never was one of my strong suits."

"Mine again," the Illuminist said, triupmhantly. "Typos and all, cause I feel like it"

Tkp walks in saying "Waz up my peeps?"