Shadows Bar

Located 20 minutes outside the Necropolis, MO, city limits. Situated on the shores of Lake Smithville, Shadows Bar has gotten quite the reputation and the locals have dubbed it as a place that "caters to the strange and unusual." All denizens of the World of Darkness are welcome here.

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Bridge : ~He catches up on news of the weirdos that have wandered through the last few days. Not that's unusual around here. Here, Weird is kind of typical~

Bridge : "You don't say? Trying to sing? was he any good? "

Bridge : "No, i don't know why anyone would bitch about General Motors either"

Bridge : ~He serves a beer or three to customers, then turns back~ "Yeah, I'll make sure we're up on Tea options. Guess hipsters are moving in"

Bridge : ~At least the Deck was getting use. sometimes he thought this place was ready to collect dust~

Bridge : ~Bridge's gaze looked over the crowd. There was no one special here tonight. That meant boring but safe, so a mixed bag~

Bridge : ~Sometimes you get the real deals, the wolves in sheep clothing, the predators on the prowl and they prey no one is bad ass enough to go for alike. A few times you get the ones tied to them, the puppets, the almosts, the not quite there and never will be~ "Yeah, I can mix that" ~He tells one woman who seems to think pulling a tap is the max of his skills~

Bridge : ~Then there are those that seem like sheep, but he swears they're more, more waiting to happen~

Bridge : ~Word has it, some, well one hesitates to call them 'lucky', some are going to be seized soon and joining the Club. ~ "mmm ph, they'll probably head to angels. Most of them do."

Bridge : ~A scary world.~

Bridge : ~Technically, he could bring someone over. Not that he really needs permission in Shadows. It's outside a certain domain, just outside. But, he doubts they'd appreciate it~

Bridge : ~No, no one here tonight is likely to be joining any sort of club. From hard core looking riotgrrl to bored businesses man. He's just not feeling it. Now, will they be part of someone's menu? that remains to be seen~

Bridge : ~eventually, his shift ends and he heads out letting the next bartender take over~

: (Peeks)

Dartien Kashan (Face of the Emissary): *wanders in and sits* *turns to address the wall* You would think that these philistines had never played a Black Dog game before.

Dartien Kashan (Face of the Emissary): *holds out his arms and regards his current form a moment* It is rather odd being a mage now. Back in the day, mages were the most organized, so they used to run things around here. And the CoX ran them, so they tended to be a bunch of catfishing cyberkiddies.

Dartien Kashan (Face of the Emissary): The garou were mostly gatekeeping dicks and the vampires were edgelords before the word for that even existed.

Dartien Kashan (Face of the Emissary): Nowadays, it is the changelings who are out in force. Once upon a time, you would be surprised to stumble across one (and they would always be a pooka, for reasons passing understanding.)

Shadows Jukebox: plays:

The Emissary of the Twin Arts: ((*addresses the sky* Hi, again. So thanks for restoring the Meeting Place. Looking forward to haunting it again. Doesn't seem to be quite working properly as of yet though...))

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Shadows Bar Deck (0)
From here patrons can overlook the lake and take in cool breeze under the moonlight.
Sewer System (0)
This dark damp sewer is home to the cities rodent population, and those who wish to travel unseen. There are many collapsed sections and the unwary are easily lost. The occasional bloated corpse has been found half devoured by rats and many unwanted items are dumped here.
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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