ARCHIVED: An Unremarkable Tavern

[St George]

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Travel a certain distance in any direction, so the saying goes, and you'll find yourself lost. Travel even further and you'll get to a destination you hadn't even realised you were travelling to. Doesn't matter where you find yourself or where you're headed, you'll end up where you're meant to be eventually.

Some people are lucky enough to find themselves here, at this medium sized unremarkable tavern, deep in the countryside a good way away from the major thoroughfares between the great cities. Those who seek out the tavern are few, and the patrons almost always those who were heading elsewhere.

Not that the master of the house minds, though. Middle-aged, portly and genial, he has an ear for everyone's story and an uncanny ability to choose the perfect drink for the patron. The cook is skilled but lacks flair. The barmaids and barmen helpful but not prying. There's rooms upstairs for a fair price, a basement for those looking for a more secluded evening and a large patio for those who want the open sky above them as they sup.

All in all, a most acceptable but largely unremarkable place.

 

[Benolia]

An old blue pick-up truck pulled up to this large unremarkable tavern. Out came a man, tall but stout, wearing faded blue jeans with a brown belt and a tucked-in red flannel shirt. The car door closes behind him, with a forcefulness. The tall but stout man enters the unremarkable tavern, with its peeling sidings and faint scent of alcohol and musty wood. Inside it is dark, and a barmaid greets him kindly. He scoffs at the woman, annoyed by her kindness. He walks up to a middle-aged man, standing at the other end of the bar cleaning a glass. The man's badge indicates he is the "Master of The House". It also says his name is Jerry.

"Hey," the tall but stout man calls. "I need a room." Jerry smiles. "You came to the right place. Would you like one upstairs?"

"Yeah, whatever." the tall but stout man mumbles.

EDIT: Please, feel free to continue in with this story.

 

[Nebula]

A small, thin man walks into the bar and suits down at the end of the bar without a word.