BS: Mudcat Christmas-WELCOME 2012 - Tavern

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: MAG
Date: 14 Dec 11 - 05:28 AM

ooh look -- chocolate pumpkin cheesecake -- i'll just take some, along w/ my brandy alexander, into the spa over here --

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 14 Dec 11 - 02:04 AM

hammering & thumping noises comes from the long closed Australian door & it opens with a great creeeeaaaak of rusty hinges.

Squeak of wheels as sandra enters with a trolley load of garlic-marinated tiger prawns for when the crowds (& cooks!) arrive & looks around for the fridge

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 11:23 PM

[One thinks mg has wandered into the wrong inn. This one is of ill-repute and no claim to history. Unless it was an infant duck or kitten. There are lots of those in the Mudcat Tavern.]

Sage wanders in from the Texas door and calls across the room to Raparee "It took you long enough to open this place! I was afraid I was going to have to do it myself, but the semester isn't quite over yet. I'll drop off this batch of freshly smoked salmon and be back again later in the week when finals are finished.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: mg
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 11:08 PM

And then he looked in the manger to find some straw for his horse, and what did he see but a tiny infant.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 10:18 PM

That's okay; I got enough loot at the last job to float the boat for a very long time. They shouldn't have been moving the Ft. Knox gold over a highway KNOWN to be a hangout of rapparees and other ne'er-do-wells.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 09:42 PM

Higgs the Bos'n sauntered in playing squeeze box and jigging
remembering the captains daughter swinging through the rigging

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Bert
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 09:37 PM

I hate to have to say this but my credit card is maxed out.

Subject: BS: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2011
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Dec 11 - 09:29 PM

The snow blew an icy knife into his face. His horse and dog, he knew, were suffering even more.

Ahead was a dark structure. He reined in and guided his horse into the lee of the building, tying it to a post. The dog was at his side as he opened the door. The hinges creaked from disuse, but the except for the hole in the center the roof was solid and for some reason he couldn't fathom no snow fell into the place.

It was a big old barn of a place with doors at many places. He could see, in the dim glow of the fireplace...fireplace? With a banked fire?

He lit a match. Nice place, cobwebs and such, but he could take care of that. He drew his rapier with his left hand (it was mounted on his right side because of the recent injury) and slashed it through the air as he turned completely around. As he did, the dust and cobwebs vanished and the fire grew to life. He sheathed his blade

It's time, he said to himself. It's time to reopen The Christmas Tavern. His dog, a duckdog named Gluon, spoke invitingly:


Quark!

Quark!

Quark! 

Quark!

Quark!

Quark!

Quark!

and vanished into whatever multidimensional space he usually visited.

He opened the door again and brought his horse inside, into the warm. As he did so, a welcoming tentacle squirmed out of the jello pool.