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Written By Tanith

March 12, 2020, 1:04 p.m.(12/1/1012 AR)

It's that time of year when the cold chases business into the Murder. When it lulls I find myself drawn into stories spun by drunken, sated sailors, tales of islands that never get cold, beaches of warm sand and cool breezes, trees that stay green all year in the heat, and a beautiful ocean as far as the eye can see surrounding a tiny haven of peace and solitude. The story is always the same, maybe a little different in the details and a different teller every time, but I can't get bored with it. Too many good memories here at the Murder, a tapestry of a tale built by many voices, many tellings.

It reminds me of my philosophy on the days and the troubles of the world, to contract my focus to what I can effect, to not worry about what I can't control. While some may find joy in the unknown, I find it in the discovery of a new day as much as the old patterns. Everything will be alright, just pay attention to the winds and don't get cocky. The tide always comes in, and it always heads back out again.

Written By Tanith

March 8, 2020, 1:21 p.m.(11/21/1012 AR)

In case you forget. 'Characterized by vulgar or pretentious display; designed to impress or attract notice.' Ostentatious. That's you.

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March 7, 2020, 2:55 p.m.(11/20/1012 AR)

Ever want to stab your drunken-self in the face? Like 'bitch you talk to much why do you have to be so mouthy when you're drunk', etc?

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Feb. 27, 2020, 7:41 p.m.(11/2/1012 AR)

There once was a lass with great tits,
With cleavage to drive folks to fits.
Though she could balance a cup
And hide half a pup
...



I need help with this one, I'm too drunk to limerick today-

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Feb. 24, 2020, 9:23 p.m.(10/24/1012 AR)

I think the furthest I threw a man was ten feet. He was skinny and mouthy and about my height. Told me some shite about how we watered down the ale with piss and then made some really crude offers. Middle of my third summer working the job, place was packed and I hated everything. Tossed him right out the front door. Was fairly proud of the distance I hocked him too, but alas no applause.

Next time, I was sure to holler "MAGPIE, WATCH THIS!" Different man the second time though. Still pretty satisfying.

Also since the scholar here is looking at me funny, I want to explain that alcohol is magic. If you're drunk enough, as drunk say as the people I toss out, you've the bones of a squishy new bean vine, bendy and flexible. Sure, you'll bruise when you hit cobble, but I haven't broken anyone.



Excuse me? Oy! What's this 'yet', lad? There's no 'yet'!

Written By Tanith

Feb. 24, 2020, 9:13 p.m.(10/24/1012 AR)

"I will only serve you free alcohol if you're dying and it's crowded and I need the seat free."

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Feb. 18, 2020, 1:38 p.m.(10.395697751322752/16.159074074074073/1012.7829748126102 AR)

It's bad business to discriminate against any specific 'group' of people. Luck can change with the moon or the tides, the social pariah can be the queen tomorrow, better to just treat those that seek service equally. Who's it hurt? Bad manners just cause more trouble.

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Feb. 17, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(10.345141369047619/13.327916666666667/1012.7787617807539 AR)

Fopdoodle.

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Feb. 14, 2020, 12:06 a.m.(10.06989666005291/4.914212962962964/1012.755824721671 AR)

Twenty seven bottles of beer on the wall, twenty seven bottles of beer.
Took one down, passed it around? Now there's ...


...shit, where was I?

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Feb. 13, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(10.04305472883598/3.4110648148148144/1012.7535878940697 AR)

Today is the day that even -gossip- seems to burn.

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Feb. 12, 2020, 5:13 p.m.(9.977971643518519/34.766412037037036/1012.7481643036266 AR)

Ordered a new door for the back pantry, been too long unrepaired with too many employees getting stuck in there 'by accident'. And the floor is always sticky. I know exactly who to have clean it.

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Feb. 12, 2020, 5:11 p.m.(9.977903439153438/34.76259259259259/1012.7481586199294 AR)

Got new boots. Murder has new glasses.

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Feb. 12, 2020, 3:58 p.m.(9.974292328042328/34.56037037037037/1012.7478576940035 AR)

If I ever have children, I'm naming one 'Arnesto'.

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Feb. 11, 2020, 11:07 a.m.(9.784877645502645/23.953148148148145/1012.7320731371252 AR)

Murder cabinet has been restocked. Whiskey's back on the shelves and kegs have been doubly secured. Nothing's gonna be served in glass for a spell yet, so it's metal and horn for a while, though I don't think anyone I serve on the regular's gonna be the pretentious sort to turn their nose up at anything not served in glass.

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Feb. 9, 2020, noon(9.644766451719576/23.106921296296292/1012.72039720431 AR)

Still picking out glass from my rug and the soles of my boots. Maybe I need to get these fixed. Fucking ridiculous. All of this stupidity can fuck right off.

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Feb. 7, 2020, 10:59 p.m.(9.534708167989418/16.943657407407407/1012.7112256806657 AR)

Well.

That was a great shift. The Murder is a disaster. There's bits of antler everywhere. And most of the lanterns hanging up are broken, also, we're only serving what's in the kegs for a while. That's right, no rum, no whiskey, no spirits. Oh, and be sure to wear proper shoes for a while, when you stop by? Still finding broken bits of glass everywhere.

Yep. Great shift. Fantastic.

I hope they don't fire me.

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Feb. 7, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(9.518583002645503/16.040648148148147/1012.7098819168871 AR)

Anybody, and I mean -anybody-, starts singing that bloody song by that Arterius trash and I will kick you out and not let you back in for a -week-.
I mean it!
NO, I don't fucking care how catching it is! Nobody!

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Feb. 4, 2020, 11:05 p.m.(9.320798611111112/11.964722222222223/1012.6933998842593 AR)

Sometimes a woman has to nap under the bar during her lunch break. There's no way I'd sleep on the Murder Couch. Do you know what that thing has been through? If it could speak, it would scream and scream and scream and then beg for an end. With fire.

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Jan. 30, 2020, 11:06 a.m.(8.928182870370371/31.978240740740745/1012.6606819058642 AR)

Thanks to the advice of 'A', I've caught the barrel thief. Fox traps. So useful.

The screaming was a plus. Soothed the soul, it did.

So A, thanks. Great tip.

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Jan. 28, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(8.809695767195766/25.342962962962964/1012.6508079805997 AR)

Note to self: ten steps to the door is too far when a person skunked and projectile vomiting. Thinking about requesting renovations at the Murder for closer door access, but that's impractical; there's too many places even farther from the door to drink smashed and start throwing up.

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