... 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...
... Rennyb, quite enjoying his "Liquid Desert" after the sandy catacombs from which he'd only recently come, watched the newcomer sidle up and start digging...
... a ... A pint of Samuel Adams Double Bock. Dark, thick, sweet, I highly recommend it. Or you can get a glass of the local Arcadian Honey Wheat brew, or a...
... I ran an ice cube over my lips and pecked Chance on the cheek. "I don't remember how to make the drink, though. I can make you an Arctic Kiss. In fact, I...
I wrote: "You just fell from the sky," the blacksmith said skeptically, "and landed here." "Well, yes." Came the sheepish reply. The big man thought for...
Chance beamed at Winter from both the kiss and from the first sip of her drink. Turning to Rennyb, she replied "Actually, I haven't been away at all... well,...
... "Thanks, friend." The man extendes his hand for a friendly shake. "My name is... well, I'm Verloren. You seem to now the lay of the land, so I might...
... "Oh, an honest Guinness will suit me fine, thanks. I'm afraid there's not much to tell." Verloren gives a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "I managed to...
As Rhio struggled back to her feet, she was ready to vent her frustrations on this lil rivethead, but paused for a second trying to remember what all had...
Chance blinked at Fusion a moment but couldn't help smiling a bit at his exuberance... "If your ribbon turns up in my vicinity (as things often do) I'll be...
... I started the first half of the ritual called The Pouring of Guiness. "Welcome to the Goth House, Verloren, and may yer stay here be enlightening. Tell me,...
