BS: Christmas Tavern 2015

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: Megan L
Date: 08 Jan 16 - 03:22 AM

hip hip Gnu oh sorry that should be eye eye Ung.

Granny picks up her basket filled with wet sphagnum moss and gently starts gathering the squidlets to hand to their mum, she cant reach very high but a few wee taps wie her stick and they summersault intae the basket.

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: Mrrzy
Date: 08 Jan 16 - 11:11 AM

The tosspot, revealed to have been the ghost of James Thurber, slowly turns into an invisible cartoon of a dog, who unheard, barks twice before leaving the tavern by dissolving into invisible gasses,which smell bad.

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: Janie
Date: 08 Jan 16 - 04:57 PM

The guy with the sword had a big swagger, but no follow through. Passed out and fell flat on his face, unable to light the match.

Several denizens of the tavern breathed a deep sigh of relief. Sinsull cackled as she walked out. Everyone else save MMario slipped away into the fog of early morning. He leaned against the bar for a few moments, a pensive expression on his face.

Shaking his head as if shaking off a dream, he straightened and snapped his fingers. He and the squid got busy cleaning up the place of anything that would rot or draw roaches before the next time the tavern opened it's doors.

Decided the best they could do at present once the perishables had been tossed out into the woods behind the tavern was to spread a tarp over the hole in the roof. That done, the squid headed back to the jello pit, not too worried about what had become of the squidlets.

MMario lifted up the door with it's busted hinges and nailed it in place from the inside before slipping out the back door.

Meanwhile, Janie, who had been sitting out in the parking lot, too entitled to help with the clean up, realized her ride had left without her and she was stranded.

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 08 Jan 16 - 07:46 PM

we can walk together till we reach the parting of the ways, Janie, or maybe your ride will remember you & come back

sandra (who does not like walking)

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: Rapparee
Date: 08 Jan 16 - 10:18 PM

The wonderful chap with the rapier awakens, shakes his head, and calls Bossy, his horse.

Bossy comes, as usual, when called and the swordsman mounts. Bossy moves off at a smart canter, collecting Elsie the packhorse on the way past. Janie is snatched up, wheelchair and all, and taken back to her abode (riding double with the Aussie was fun as they played pinochle all the way).

And MMario sighs and nails the door, which Bossy had knocked down, back up again.

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: GUEST,Severn
Date: 09 Jan 16 - 03:48 PM

Severn, having secured the padlock key to the tunnel that led to the Mudcat Recovery Ward, exits back to his bed, hoping nobody finds out about his expertise on the flying trapeze. Mrs. Squid locks up behind him and rehides the key so that there will be no squidlet escapes or invasions by Nurse Ratched as in years past. Severn slips quietly back into bed, and if he's still a little sticky and smells a bit of green Jello, nobody will pay to much attention in these surroundings. He'll let a nurse take him into the shower later. Time to make the Mark Of Snorro......

"Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z........"

Subject: RE: BS: Christmas Tavern 2015
From: frogprince
Date: 09 Jan 16 - 08:08 PM

Back at his home pond, frogprince takes the cod out of the freezer, intending to bake it for dinner. He turns it over and reads, printed on the skin, "D.T. Gnome: gardens guarded, 24 hours, competitive rates", with a phone number. "I'll be darned", he says, "I thought he was just joking".