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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:39 pm
The Galley Slave
As you enter the dimly lit building, the first thing you notice is the rather nice candelabras and clean well tended wooden tables. An oak bar sits at the back of the room, well stocked. Behind it, Merlin stands in a rather nice suit, cleaning glasses from the metal rack above him. "Welcome," he smiles brightly at you, "the menus are at the tables, feel free to take a seat. The seats are high backed, leather cushions.
Near the left side of the room there is a decently sized stage. A sign sits in front of it "The Galley is currently seeking entertainers, inquire with the manager." It's signed with a picture of a Bonky Bomb.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:42 pm
Merlin wipes down the bar "Ahh, it feels good t' be in me own restaurant again. Tis just nay th' same t' be workin' in tha' galley on th' ship. A full kitchen, an' well stocked, tis a chef's heaven."
He pours himself a glass of scotch "An' because I'm th' manager, I can ignore th' no drinkin' on th' job rule."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 4:57 pm
*walks in*
huzzah! ye made yer restraunt. i mos' likely'll be a frequen' customer. too far tae walk tae th' ships...
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:19 pm
"Aye" He nods, "What'll ye have?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:34 pm
gonk *wobbles in*
I swear I twaz in 'ere befer.
*sits down*
me gots a cravin' fer zome duck
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 10:25 pm
the cats'll take mos' anythin' tha' came outta th' water, but me, i be one fer crab. ye got any?
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:25 pm
"One duck dinner an' a crab special. Aye, take yer seats an' I'll be ou' soon" He smiles and steps into the back. There's quite a bit of noise coming from the back. After a few minutes he sticks his hand out the door and wiggles his fingers a bit. A few instruments that were sitting on stage begin playing themselves, as merlin ducks back inside and begins cooking.
He exits after about twenty minutes "Sorry it took so long, I'm gettin' used t' preparin' meals on demand." He smiles and places plates in front of the both of them, and a thrid plate for the cats. For zam he has prepared duck in orange and pecan sauce. For the Dr. he brings out a lemon buttered crab, and the third plate for the cats has two fresh fish on it.
"I hope you enjoy it, tis me first time usin' a full kitchen 'n a while." he goes to walk away for a moment, and stops "Oh, aye...what'll ye have t' drink?" He looks slightly embarrassed "I shoulda asked before I started t' cook" he chuckles.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 9:22 pm
Tis Alright mate, I always carry me rum wit me.
*cuts into duck*
Ye know, I've never eaten duck before*
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 4:49 pm
zaMmaP Tis Alright mate, I always carry me rum wit me.
*cuts into duck*
Ye know, I've never eaten duck before* "Well ye know what they say, ye never forget yer first." He wanders looks to the doctor for his drink order, seemingly totally oblivious that the previous phrase does not refer to food.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 5:06 pm
aye! tha's grea'... i 'aven' eaten like this since i left the colonies... an' i'll 'ave whate'rs good. i'll let ye be th' judge o' that.
Bearsnack- I have not had fresh fish in a while. How about you, Artemis?
Artemis- No, but there was that cod you pulled out of the trash yesterday.
Bearnack- Oh, yes, that was most delectable. This is better though.
Aww... aren't they cute when they be meowin' like that?
Bearsnack- Foolish human. He cannot understand our language.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 10:19 pm
"Aye"
He goes over to the bar and takes down a whiskey bottle "Tis some o' me favorite. Have some." He pours it into a glass and places it infront of the doctor. "If'n yer needin' anythin' else, let me know an' I'll be over." He goes back behind the bar and begins cleaning again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:06 am
*wanders in and takes a table across the room facing Bouldersan*
Waiter!!! waiter!
*bangs on the table*
I hear rumors you make good food. rare foods. I want cougar. Do ye have it?
::hushed whispers::
Heh, I know Fred... those cats are foolish to think you havent mastered their language after all this time persecuting them.
::menacing gleam::
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:15 am
Hrmmm, I see ye be looking for entertainers.
Fred can do this neat trick that involves 4 kittens and some spleens if ye'r interested.
::hushed whispers::
Heh, yeah that was awesome. His face was classic.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 11:05 pm
Merlin puts down the cleaning towel "Eh, you don't need to bang, I'm right here." He tilts his head "Eh, nope, no cougar. An' I'm preferin musicians, nay performance artists, fer me restaurant"
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 3:56 am
but that trick... its an artform sad
::hushed whispers::
They just dont appreciate our unique skills...
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