The Watchtower Bar
Apr. 2nd, 2024 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unheiringAs its name might imply, the Watchtower bar is made from a repurposed old Watchtower from Luca's home. new buildingfirst floor has plenty of tables at hand, all arranged around a central hearth with various pots of food and snacks left to simmer above it. The bar itself is arranged against the back wall, with additional stools to accommodate patrons in need of more direct service. Casks of wine, beer, cider, and ale are all arranged along the wall, while bottles of the harder stuff are sat above.
There is a single sign in front of the bar. There are age limits for drinking around here, you see, and he's content to make those quite clear. 15 or up for Cider and Wine. 18 or older for hard liquor. You can try your luck at lying to him, of course!
Visible from the first floor is the second. The lofted seating area provides the perfect view for the revelry below, all while staying out of sight. There are plenty more tables up here, though they’re more spaced out to provide slightly more intimate conversations. You might just have to be the one to fetch your drinks— there are no barmaids to help you here.
Though, if you're lucky, your drink might somehow refill itself. Surely you've seen him out of the corner of your eye, that odd spirit that almost looks like Luca. He always seems to have the right drink on hand, but only if the proprietor seems occupied.
Naturally, the liquor will flow, especially as long as you’re providing currency. Luca isn’t all that picky — shells, sticks, bones, it’s all the same. The food, at least, is free. Whether you reach for the cheese and crackers laid out on various tables throughout the bar, choose to ladle out some of the stew simmering over a fire, or pour some of the fondue beside it, you’ll have plenty at hand to satisfy your munchies.
One table in particular features a deck of cards. There’s no game in particular to be played, and any money you decide to put on the line is your choice. Poker, Blackjack, Rummy — whatever suits your fancy is on hand. Or if you feel like hogging the table, play some solitaire. Luca isn’t going to shoo you away.
Close by, another table has been pulled away. A somewhat messily carved dartboard has been hung against the wall. Rather than actual darts, you’ll have to play with knives but… that’s just part of the fun, right?
One final table is adorned only with a single jug. Peering in, you’ll find that it’s filled with wine, and the faintest compulsion to just drink it. Doing so without any prep will only result in disaster, however. Failing to plug up three specific holes and angle the jug just right will result in your clothes being stained with wine. Worse still, you might even hear a whisper in your ear. “Take two shots.”
Should you find yourself alone at the bar, you might experience something strange.
There’s the sound of a whistle as a chair scrapes its way back into place. The smell of tobacco and spices might encircle you as your plate and glass are gathered up and carried off into the storeroom. You can’t always see him, but someone seems keen on looking out for you.
Unless you’re passed out in a ridiculous position. Then you might hear the ghostly laughter of a man long dead.
Going up to the third floor is a no-go, as that's Luca's room. However, if you find yourself transported up there for... whatever reason, it will not be accessible from the outside by any means, including jumping out the window, and the world will look like you noclipped over the top of the map when looking out the window. Probably not an issue.
There is a single sign in front of the bar. There are age limits for drinking around here, you see, and he's content to make those quite clear. 15 or up for Cider and Wine. 18 or older for hard liquor. You can try your luck at lying to him, of course!
Visible from the first floor is the second. The lofted seating area provides the perfect view for the revelry below, all while staying out of sight. There are plenty more tables up here, though they’re more spaced out to provide slightly more intimate conversations. You might just have to be the one to fetch your drinks— there are no barmaids to help you here.
Though, if you're lucky, your drink might somehow refill itself. Surely you've seen him out of the corner of your eye, that odd spirit that almost looks like Luca. He always seems to have the right drink on hand, but only if the proprietor seems occupied.
Naturally, the liquor will flow, especially as long as you’re providing currency. Luca isn’t all that picky — shells, sticks, bones, it’s all the same. The food, at least, is free. Whether you reach for the cheese and crackers laid out on various tables throughout the bar, choose to ladle out some of the stew simmering over a fire, or pour some of the fondue beside it, you’ll have plenty at hand to satisfy your munchies.
One table in particular features a deck of cards. There’s no game in particular to be played, and any money you decide to put on the line is your choice. Poker, Blackjack, Rummy — whatever suits your fancy is on hand. Or if you feel like hogging the table, play some solitaire. Luca isn’t going to shoo you away.
Close by, another table has been pulled away. A somewhat messily carved dartboard has been hung against the wall. Rather than actual darts, you’ll have to play with knives but… that’s just part of the fun, right?
One final table is adorned only with a single jug. Peering in, you’ll find that it’s filled with wine, and the faintest compulsion to just drink it. Doing so without any prep will only result in disaster, however. Failing to plug up three specific holes and angle the jug just right will result in your clothes being stained with wine. Worse still, you might even hear a whisper in your ear. “Take two shots.”
Should you find yourself alone at the bar, you might experience something strange.
There’s the sound of a whistle as a chair scrapes its way back into place. The smell of tobacco and spices might encircle you as your plate and glass are gathered up and carried off into the storeroom. You can’t always see him, but someone seems keen on looking out for you.
Unless you’re passed out in a ridiculous position. Then you might hear the ghostly laughter of a man long dead.
Going up to the third floor is a no-go, as that's Luca's room. However, if you find yourself transported up there for... whatever reason, it will not be accessible from the outside by any means, including jumping out the window, and the world will look like you noclipped over the top of the map when looking out the window. Probably not an issue.
