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·The Alcatraz Inn ·


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Need a rest from the day by day life, children, angry agents and donuts? Tired from your angry wife telling you what to do? It's your time to forget about it! And...literally forget about it!

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·To·
To all the traders and merchants from the House, to every busy and not so busy man looking for some fun, to every bald, hairy macho, and even for weird infected and nomienomie lover...Join us at the Alcatraz Rogues bar station!



·Location & Hospitality·

Californie System, far from the trade lanes, far from the fat navy, far from your day by day problems. The sector F-5....Right in the middle!
Just for the Record, be sure to love the Rogues as much or barely as much as we do, otherwise you shall be hit in the back with a table or with a chair on your entrance and inmediatly thrown in space.



·Beverages·

All kind of Liquours coming from the Sirius sector. We find traders, we rob their bottles and we put them to safe on the depot. Units may variate from one week to another, due to our risky business out there in space. We will gradually fill up the depot and our Bartenders will serve you with the fresh -or not so fresh- Cup/Can/Bottle of Booze!



·Activity and Members·

After some cups and laughts you realize your body wants movement. So what do you do? Well...the Alcatraz Inn is full of surprises:
You can find a games center if you are bored and you wanna try your luck.
A dartboard lacking of darts in the wall, cause you know, we throw knifes instead. A poker and blackjack table, where the most intelligent of our dumb people look for some mental action.
A round table, where our hunting heroes talk about their day by day, and mostly invented stories.
If you're not convinced with the whole stuff we do in here...you might know we also celebrate a weekly competition on breaking chairs on the people's back! That's right! Who isn't tired of his back when reached a certain age? Who doesn't need to break something sometimes or when drunk? There's our solutions!



Do you want to know more? Come meet us and explain your story! The place is clean! (On Mondays)


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With a swagger in his step Rhys entered the Alcatraz bar. "Hey Steves, hit me up with something. Nice and strong, yeah?".

The current barman, who was not in fact called Steve, scowled at the young man. "How many times do I have to tell -sighs- screw it fine. Heres ya drink." He turned and returned to serving the other patrons.

Rhys, drink in hand and rapidly entering his stomach, wandered around, trying to find someone to talk at. With no such faces presenting themselves for a lecture in the finest points of why Kusari sucks, he sat down at the bar and got onto the main activity of the night. Drinking his problems away.

Before long, with a crowd of bottles and on-lookers around him, he was soon on his way to being comatose. The crowd, being the helpful and caring sort they are, started to take bets on how much it'd take to wake him, with a few of the more helpful sorts, closing in to administer some "help".