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kingoftherats) wrote1992-02-20 01:34 am
kingoftherats) wrote1992-02-20 01:34 am
Paddy's Pub | a business in @deercountry
Business Name: Paddy's Pub
Business Location: An abandoned old husk of a bar that got closed down for salmonella poisoning forever ago, refurbished in Deerington initially before being transported into the waking world of Trench. It is located in the seediest areas of Darcmouth:
"Darcmouth isn't exactly a popular destination in Trench. The stench of fish guts in this area is almost more insufferable than the stench of blood in other districts. It's always muggy and damp here, the air heavy with fog and ocean mist, and the people who live in the area seem to be just as dreary. The people who live in Darcmouth are mostly sailors who prefer life on the sea. Most of them live in rough shacks since they care far more about the quality of ships than houses. Darcmouth produces the largest amount of meat to Trench via fishing, making it one of the most crucial locations in the city.
Say what you will about the area, but they are dedicated to their trade and make sure to keep the food coming into the city no matter the weather or time of year. It is also one of the most popular locations for trading beyond the shores. Things that can't be found or grown near Trench usually come from mysterious ships that drift in and out of Darcmouth. Don't bother trying to board any of these ships - you'll wind up confused and soaking wet on some lifeboat drifting back to Trench. Whoever these mystery traders are wants nothing to do with Trenchies. Maybe it's for the best.
District: Fishing District
Lamp Location: The Lighthouse, Sanguine Station, the Boardwalk
Most Common Job: Civilians/All Jobs"
Income working at Paddy's Pub: lower income, mostly food and beer
Summary: The bar is exceptionally run-down, but shockingly functional. Charlie has started intricately remaking the pub from home using parts from the junkyard; all the stools are cobbled together from older broken stools, the dartboard looks like it was handmade and painted by a fifth grader, and there are definitely rats and roaches here and there. The sign outside is almost impeccably repainted and looks exactly like the original sign from home, albeit more handmade. Anything currently in the bar as of September 2021 is composed of old things from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
deerington and will likely be a weird source of nostalgia for Sleepers who had lived there before Deer Country.
There are currently about four sorts of booze one can purchase: Charlie's heavy moonshine, typical medieval-like mead, stolen whiskey (prized!!!!), and very basic-ass beer that tastes like a Coors.
There will be old sailors and a handful of obvious criminal-types sitting in there at random, especially at night.
Do not linger in the alley, many people get stabbed there.
Charlie is the 'owner' and is currently the only one working there. He also lives in the office, which has been converted into a small bedroom with a pull-out couch that barely fits in the room. Anyone interested in working here will be paid relatively low wages, but they're welcome to as much beer or bar snacks as they'd like. And they can sleep in the basement if they really are in desperate times, but y'know. There's rats down there.
Speaking of rats, there is sometimes a rat omen lingering on the bar — his name is Danny, and he may holler that there's someone new in the bar when you walk in during the open hours. The rat may also slowly drag a bowl of peanuts in front of you. Or go back to sleeping on the bar. Make no mistake, he sounds like Danny Devito. (Charlie thinks he sounds familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on it.)
Business Location: An abandoned old husk of a bar that got closed down for salmonella poisoning forever ago, refurbished in Deerington initially before being transported into the waking world of Trench. It is located in the seediest areas of Darcmouth:
"Darcmouth isn't exactly a popular destination in Trench. The stench of fish guts in this area is almost more insufferable than the stench of blood in other districts. It's always muggy and damp here, the air heavy with fog and ocean mist, and the people who live in the area seem to be just as dreary. The people who live in Darcmouth are mostly sailors who prefer life on the sea. Most of them live in rough shacks since they care far more about the quality of ships than houses. Darcmouth produces the largest amount of meat to Trench via fishing, making it one of the most crucial locations in the city.
Say what you will about the area, but they are dedicated to their trade and make sure to keep the food coming into the city no matter the weather or time of year. It is also one of the most popular locations for trading beyond the shores. Things that can't be found or grown near Trench usually come from mysterious ships that drift in and out of Darcmouth. Don't bother trying to board any of these ships - you'll wind up confused and soaking wet on some lifeboat drifting back to Trench. Whoever these mystery traders are wants nothing to do with Trenchies. Maybe it's for the best.
District: Fishing District
Lamp Location: The Lighthouse, Sanguine Station, the Boardwalk
Most Common Job: Civilians/All Jobs"
Income working at Paddy's Pub: lower income, mostly food and beer
Summary: The bar is exceptionally run-down, but shockingly functional. Charlie has started intricately remaking the pub from home using parts from the junkyard; all the stools are cobbled together from older broken stools, the dartboard looks like it was handmade and painted by a fifth grader, and there are definitely rats and roaches here and there. The sign outside is almost impeccably repainted and looks exactly like the original sign from home, albeit more handmade. Anything currently in the bar as of September 2021 is composed of old things from
deerington and will likely be a weird source of nostalgia for Sleepers who had lived there before Deer Country.There are currently about four sorts of booze one can purchase: Charlie's heavy moonshine, typical medieval-like mead, stolen whiskey (prized!!!!), and very basic-ass beer that tastes like a Coors.
There will be old sailors and a handful of obvious criminal-types sitting in there at random, especially at night.
Do not linger in the alley, many people get stabbed there.
Charlie is the 'owner' and is currently the only one working there. He also lives in the office, which has been converted into a small bedroom with a pull-out couch that barely fits in the room. Anyone interested in working here will be paid relatively low wages, but they're welcome to as much beer or bar snacks as they'd like. And they can sleep in the basement if they really are in desperate times, but y'know. There's rats down there.
Speaking of rats, there is sometimes a rat omen lingering on the bar — his name is Danny, and he may holler that there's someone new in the bar when you walk in during the open hours. The rat may also slowly drag a bowl of peanuts in front of you. Or go back to sleeping on the bar. Make no mistake, he sounds like Danny Devito. (Charlie thinks he sounds familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on it.)
