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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:05 pm
Centered in the middle of the small town that is Old Ashberg, home to the Roleplayer's Guild, (Yes, this place is a town, we got enough people! scream ) sits a quaint red-roofed building. Atop the roof is a small clock tower that chimes out ever other hour. No one knows why it only chimes every other hour, but seeing as the architect who put it in was drunk off his a**, it may be due to one of many obvious reasons... Two solid oak doors open up to a small seating hall where the townspeople gather during important events. At the opposite end from the entrance sits a large desk, behind which the official in charge delivers his hearings and listens to the townspeople's complaints.
A small sign sits at the entrance to the hall.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 12:53 pm
WELCOME TO TOWN HALL
Please kindly take a number and wait to be called.
No food or drink in the hall.
And remember, no smoking, and no flash photography.
Restrooms are located in the back.
Please keep complaints to a minimum.
No swords or guns allowed.
And remember, no smoking, and no flash photography.
Every Thursday night is Ladies Night.
Keep all fire-breathing or acid-dripping pets outside.
No sleeping in the hall.
Naked Bacon is strictly prohibited.
Please, no summoning of demonic forces within the hall.
And remember, no smoking, and no flash photography.
Please keep all Custard and Jelly Clones outside.
Check any and all volatile chemicals at the security desk in the front.
No opening of portals to alternate dimensions within 300 feet of the hall.
And remember, no smoking, and no flash photography.
No Cellular Phones are to be used within the hall. ((Discovered by Trunks!))
Peaches are a good source of fiber.
I'm not wearing any pants.
If you're still reading this, you must be as bored as I am.
What year did Jesus think it was?
And remember, no smoking, and no flash photography.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 8:50 pm
TOWN HALL DECLARATIONS AND ANNOUNCEMENTS Roleplayers Unite!Posted 6/16/2010This message has been posted to call all active Roleplayer's Guild Members back to action. A meeting needs to be set to discuss the future (if any) of this guild and it's members. The Town Hall is currently holding an open debate on when said meeting should occur. We realize the redundancy in having a meeting to set a time for a meeting and appreciate your input and wish that you would keep your ideals about how politics should work to yourself and hope that you get cancer of the eye and die a slow, painful death. Sincerely, Town Hall City Office.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 12:59 pm
*Goll opens the front doors of the Town Hall, then walks down the aisle of benches, and sits at the offical's desk.*
"I wonder if anyone will even come in here..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:10 pm
*Phaeton walks into the Town hall and takes a number from the despenser.* "Great..." *She walks over to a bench and takes a seat.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:21 pm
*Lebia walks into the town hall and looks around cautiously.* "I hope this isn't going to be like the DMV."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 1:52 am
*walks through the metal detector without it going off* heh I guess it's not working *notices that he's unarmed and his forehead protector is missing* What the ********!? *turns around and sees a sign: All metal items and weapons will be returned upon exit.* ....figures.....walks over to the receptionist booth and studies the layout, as well as the female receptonist*
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:39 am
*Stepping through the metal detector, his metallic objects disapear, except for the metal plating on the outer shell of his skull. He grabs a number which says "3" on it and takes a seat in the middle of the left side of the room*
ninja
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 12:06 pm
*Entering the hall, the detectors go off blaring of his metallic objects. Rolling his organic eye he takes a number and sits two rows behind Follin. Staring intently at him as thouh he's trying to channel his hatred to him*
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 12:42 pm
*Goll pushes a button on the desk. An electronic voice crackles through the Hall.*
"Number Four-thousand, eight-hundred and fifty-eight."
eek *Goll looks at the button, then slams his fist down on it.*
"I mean, number One."
"That's better." stare
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:25 am
*Trunks walks over to the ticket dispenser and grabs a ticket. Sits down on an empty bench and programs the receptionist's number in his phone* twisted
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 11:09 am
*Phaeton gets up and walks up to the official's desk.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 11:22 pm
*Goll lifts a piece of paper and begins reading from it, staggardly.*
" 'Hello sir and/or madam,
Welcome to the Town Hall. I am "dotted line"- oh, I mean, "Goll"... How may I be of service to you?' "
*Trunks' cell phone hums loudly, then explodes, harmlessly. Goll looks over at him.* "I should have mentioned that no Cell phones are to be used in the Hall. Sorry."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 1:31 am
"yyyyyyeah... Anyway, I came to request a designated address for the bucket hill. I know it's pretty far out of the town center area, but I do a lot of business there so it would be convenient to have my mail delivered there. Not only that but it seems that some of the milde would benifit from having that listed as their address."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 11:50 am
"Is there a road that connects it to town?"
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