12-03-2017, 06:38 PM
Inside, it became obvious that whoever owned this establishment prior has not recently paid rent. It looked to be an auditorium, but everything was so caked in dust it looked more like an abandoned museum exhibit from the twenties. On the left end of the building was a stage large enough to hold a small concert band. Its silver oak floorboards were well worn, several having popped out of place and threatening to trip any daring actors who tried to perform. Then again, chances are they would fall through before they could get caught on the planks, seeing as how the left side of the stage front had a worn-out speaker and the right had a distinct hole in the floor. Red velvet curtains, partially fallen and dust-ridden, made the entire scene appear all the more disparaging. Across the stage on the other end of the building was a bar. Simple shelves, a wine rack, four stools and a counter which opened toward the front entrance were all that was left of it, as it had probably been looted long ago. In the center of the room were eight tables with anywhere from zero to four chairs each, probably 23 in total. Another table and many, many chair parts were scattered in the back corner behind the bar, broken from extensive use. As if a cat slept in a pile of laundry, the black carpet floor of the auditorium was littered in trash, residue and broken glass. Taking a few steps forward, it proved both willing to stick your feet to it and stick itself to your feet at sporadic moments. Assuming one does not own shoes, at least. The chandelier above was dim, clearly in need of several new light bulbs. It probably just needed replacing, as the entire thing looked willing to fall down any moment. After all, several of the panels in the grid-like ceiling have fallen out already, so it would be best to just scrap it entirely. Actually, it would be best to scrap nearly everything whose main issue was beyond the grace of a feather duster.
Jams pulled out his broom and began to sweep up a bit of the garbage, not to actually clear the floor like a responsible gentleman but so he could get to the bar and investigate. As he drew near, he noticed there were various objects on its surface that he noticed. At the first stool closest to the entrance, there was a stack of poker chips beside a slip of paper, clearly a receipt. A shot glass sat in front of the third stool, with stains from where trace amounts of booze had dried away. One could see where the bartender served his last drink through the caked dust on the counter, though only barely. Upon further inspection of the shelves, as well as the cabinets underneath which were obscured by the bar from a distance, he presumed that there was no more alcohol. Oh that's sad, he thought, I coulda sold it and try to renovate the place. Staying persistent, however, he knocked on the back of the cabinet walls and found a secret compartment with three bottles of wine. Jams beamed. “Ooh, this is interesting! If they hid it away, it must be good stuff, huh Eric?”
No response came, so Jams called again. However, when he turned to look at the mage, Eric was not there. The lad figured he had gone out to investigate the district a bit, or perhaps longed to learn more about the world and decided to part ways. It would have been nice to at least say goodbye, though... Jams lingered on the thought a bit, but remembered that there would still be plenty of people to talk to. After all, he had “met” Jade that one time, and he could probably make a few friends here in town. Feeling inspired, he took it upon himself to clean the auditorium to the best of his ability.
After about an hour of hard work, all of the trash on the floor was swept into a neat pile atop some blank paper that was laying by the stage. All of the broken furniture was sat up near the front entrance, not yet taken out because Jams quickly realized how little he had investigated the surroundings. He realized he didn't know where the dumpster is, and he hadn't a clue as to the layout of the city. Before taking the furniture outside, the lad walked out of the bar and searched for the nearest garbage bin.
Jams pulled out his broom and began to sweep up a bit of the garbage, not to actually clear the floor like a responsible gentleman but so he could get to the bar and investigate. As he drew near, he noticed there were various objects on its surface that he noticed. At the first stool closest to the entrance, there was a stack of poker chips beside a slip of paper, clearly a receipt. A shot glass sat in front of the third stool, with stains from where trace amounts of booze had dried away. One could see where the bartender served his last drink through the caked dust on the counter, though only barely. Upon further inspection of the shelves, as well as the cabinets underneath which were obscured by the bar from a distance, he presumed that there was no more alcohol. Oh that's sad, he thought, I coulda sold it and try to renovate the place. Staying persistent, however, he knocked on the back of the cabinet walls and found a secret compartment with three bottles of wine. Jams beamed. “Ooh, this is interesting! If they hid it away, it must be good stuff, huh Eric?”
No response came, so Jams called again. However, when he turned to look at the mage, Eric was not there. The lad figured he had gone out to investigate the district a bit, or perhaps longed to learn more about the world and decided to part ways. It would have been nice to at least say goodbye, though... Jams lingered on the thought a bit, but remembered that there would still be plenty of people to talk to. After all, he had “met” Jade that one time, and he could probably make a few friends here in town. Feeling inspired, he took it upon himself to clean the auditorium to the best of his ability.
After about an hour of hard work, all of the trash on the floor was swept into a neat pile atop some blank paper that was laying by the stage. All of the broken furniture was sat up near the front entrance, not yet taken out because Jams quickly realized how little he had investigated the surroundings. He realized he didn't know where the dumpster is, and he hadn't a clue as to the layout of the city. Before taking the furniture outside, the lad walked out of the bar and searched for the nearest garbage bin.
Death Count: 0
Banish Count: 0
Banish Count: 0