... the door. Drifting over to the bar, she noticed an unusual amount of crowd focus on a triad of dancers on the main floor. Curious, she popped her head over...
... "Indeed," Rennyb chimed in, moving towards the curiously frozen energy-storm on the dance-floor. The black-robed magician reached out his hand to touch...
Chance reached out and drew her glass toward her, taking a careful sip and then smiled pleasantly, murmuring something about "chartreuse this time..." "I came...
And then, someone emerged from the shadow of the courtyard door ... Rennyb and Chance noted this and watched the small figure approach ... Its scarlet robes...
Chance cleared her throat and looked around carefully. This wasn't the first time that she had run into someone who seemed to know her personally- only certain...
Winter sat at one end of the bar with his trusty clipboard in hand, going over the quarterly inventory. Currently in hand were some of the more expensive on...
"In a time between Worlds there was a man and a woman. They had not been long in the passage of Times, and believed their love to be the first and greatest...
Sweat streamed down the back of Anpu in the warm, early summer sun as he admired the signpost he'd just erected in front of the entrance to The Goth House. ...
... The crack of Anpu's mallet sounded throughout the grey mists into which Arcadia had softened, sharpening their substance back into more recognizeable...
... It had been a bad day for Christiane. No, make that a bad couple of months. After awakening the statues on the roof of the Goth House for the battle with...
... "Well, good afternoon to yeh, Maiden. It's been awful quiet lately. Seein' a friendly face brings a smile, yes it does." The Jameson's appeared swiftly,...
Sent: Monday, September 09, 2002 10:06 PM Subject: [The Goth House] Re: New Barrels o' the Finest ... going over the quarterly inventory. ... new case of...
... I reached across the bar and gripped Algernon's forearm tightly. "Welcome back, you old scoundrel. I've got Stoli that's so cold that the word Truth is...
Our story thus far: Zophiel has sent Jennifer (and Julian) back in time to the village of Arcadia, to a time before the foundations of The Goth House as we...
Two watched from a veil between worlds … Facets of phantom figures frozen on the dance floor … the ghosts of a memory vanished … A whirling ambassador, a...
... much. ... asleep The front door opens with a flourish... The Scent of Roses and Cloves enter the room before a body is seen... And with a smile and twinkle...
... "Have you been rooting around in the fair lady's dreams?" asked the one with the neutral voice. *I am pervasive in dream and nightmare … * answered the...
... words, ... I slid some napkins across the bar to Christiane, tried to make it look casual, like I was just wiping down the bar. "Until he comes back, I...
... Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up, stretched, and wandered out into the Library. Waving her hand in a generalish kind of way towards the...
IM so confused at what this all means can u help :( ... Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up, stretched, and wandered out into the Library....
When you signed up; "What would you be, do, and say in the perfect Goth bar? 88 Arcadia Street is a curious hodgepodge of architectural styles. Many decades...
... With a crack of displaced air, Rennyb appeared, his usually velvety black robes brown with sand and dirt. He looked up at Rhio, momentarily disoriented,...
... I just smiled up at her and turned to the coffee machine, without comment on her usual abrupt arrival. I poured the whiskey into the mug first, added a...
... Welcome to the Goth House. I'm Winter, bartender and current manager of the premises, seeing that Zophiel (the owner) and Gavin (the real manager) are off...
... I've grown accustomed to the fact that patrons rarely actually enter through the front door. Keeping a poker face throughout all of this gets easier with ...
... to, Rhio? How went your All-Hallows?" Somewhere in the space between dimensions, within the veil that conceals and transcends worlds and time, someone was...
As the dance floor continued to whirl and tremble under the growing weights of the gate that was forming, Fusion could only wonder what was going to happen to...
Chance blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. She had stooped over fragile porcelain cups, thin as eggshells, translucent to the light, in a shop in Chinatown in...
In walks a young man who looks lost. He wears a crisp clean black suit jacket from Donna Karan, but his jeans are worn, his tennys are dirty, and his socks...
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