SWRPF Archive Hooper McFinney's Bar & Grille **----~ Old style service; the legend lives on. ~----**

Welcome to the Imperial RPF Bar & Grille, the successor to the RPF's social thread.

Rules
*No Blasters! or flaming of any sort.

*Try not to destroy furniture

*Respect the modly powers that may visit

*Obey the rules of whoever might own the place

*RP and chat as much as you want

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We are known wall8. We are the second most supreme truth in the universe, and watch over the B&G. We are second only to Huggard as the most supreme being in existence.

Whoever takes the place over may put in place whatever rules they wish, unless they violate the above rules

The Bar & Grille currentely has a fully staffed Day Care Center and Friendly Conversation room--provided by RogueJaina.

PoT owns and runs this place, but is always looking for new staff: currently, Thok provides the barkeep and Mitth provides the security.

[b]PoT Edit[/b]: locked due to redundancy.

 

Excellent. This follows my master plan, in accordance to the prophecy...

 

Second post! (heh)

Walks into the bar and orders a Johrian Whiskey.

 

You should not presume to know the

phophecy. Only we are aware of that. You should concern yourself to other things, mortal.

 

Sitting down on the new bar stool, Aurora glances over the menu.

"First of all I'll have a light Corellian wine. And is this place strictly Imp???? Are us measly rebels allowed in (if not only to crash the party!!)

As she anxiously awaits the reply, her hand moves hesitantly over the hilt of her lightsaber...hey you only said no blasters!!

 

Mortal? If you were as supernatural, or omnipresent as you think you are, Wall8, you'd know that Jace Halycron is far from mortal.

 

Deneveon walked in, muttering a complaint. No blasters?! Gee, that sucks...

She sat at the bar, suspiciously eyeing the obviously Rebel Jedi. She shot a glance at her own lightsaber.

"Borleias poison for me, thanks."

 

That was I who just knocked you down. Divine, am I.

 

Foolish being. You have no idea of the powers the be. You wallow along in your hopeless delusions, never knowing what is truly happening behind the scenes. Spare us your useless prattle.

 

Dy-Lin walked in to see Aurora and Torce and walked out.

 

Deneveon watched the growing fight.

"Uhhh..." She grabbed her drink and moved to a darker booth, away from the argument.

 

::Amused look::

Boys will be boys. Can someone get me something nice and cold?

 

IC: "Ask the bartender over there. If he didn't run away yet, that is."

 

::Receives drink::

So, Deneveon, how are you today?

 

She shrugged.

"I'm okay, doing good, trying to make a decent living helping the Emperor, you know?" She sighed. "You?"

 

Dy-lin walked to Deneveon. Lets have negotiations.

 

Deneveon looked up to see Dy-Lin.

"Well, hello there, President. What can I do for you?"

 

Did you get my message?

 

Just now.

 

*eats wall8*

Uh oh. I just damaged the furniture!

 

IC: Deneveon returned to her drink after speaking-more like ignoring-Dy-Li-Wolfe.

"Rebels. They never learn," she muttered.

 

im glad we signed that peace treaty. Lets tel the NR

 

Oh You didnt sign the peace treaty

Stupid imperial

 

"Ask the Emperor. Maybe he'll consider it. You'll never know."

Deneveon sipped the rest of her drink. It burned her throat, but she was contented with it. When she finished, she ordered some non-alcoholic Corellian Ale. No use in getting drunk now.