Here in the Big City, on the edge of MudcatHood, there is a small, cozy-looking, warmly-lighted tavern, on the northeast corner. Can't miss it when you come into town.... laughter and music are spilling out of the open door... your dad used to tell you about a place just like this, where all the people would come after their shift over at the factory... or they'd bring the kids over for supper and a little eight-ball... it was THE social center back then, and look! Here it is again, open after all these years!

You're new in these parts but this looks like just the spot to make a few new friends. You cross the street to look closer.... go in... feels right frinedly-like... and inside, there are a bunch of other newcomers like yourself, as well as a few people who have the look of knowing their way around a bit (but here at this tavern, which after all is a family place, they're all on their best behavior)....

You mosey on in and choose where to sit... (write yourself doing this)... Is that a waiter or waitress coming over to take your drink order? Perhaps a game of cards going on in the corner you'd like to join? Or do you like to hang out with the bartender? (Write your scene there)

So, stranger, tell us about yourself... where do you hail from, what brung you here, and what's your game? Do ya play any kinda that-there folk music? Oh, do ya now? What do you play? What's yer name again? Oh, how'dja get a name like that??

(Some of us may head over to another place later tonight, maybe you'll join us, we can take a MudCab... and there's a concert cross-town, over at that HearMe place you keep hearing about...)

Periodically, a rousing song of welcome is heard, to the tune of Flop-Eared Mule...

~S~