Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170202223432

The group of now eight entered the pub, and were greeted by a blast of music. A band of a fiddler, a pianist, and a drummer were playing some bouncing Irish tunes in the back of the pub, and the atmosphere was merry. The lads and lasses of the town were gossiping at the tables, laughing, and moving about, while the older gents stuck to the bar and their drinks. The ceiling was low, the furniture was a dark, stained wood, and the dark green of the walls all gave the pub a very intimate feel. Everyone was, predictably, wearing outfits that had once been other colors besides just green.

As the eight of them entered, they drew some looks, but nobody seemed to care much. They were all to caught up in their own business.

The men at the bar seemed to be the ones who were discussing the radio signal, judging by the snipets of conversation that came their way.

"When the bombs fell, we were in a board meeting." Earl explained going to a desk and rifling through it's drawers. "This boozos bit it immediately.  Me?  I lucked out." He grunted. "Teach them to try and vote me off the board."

The ghoul led Jim out of the elevator. The Space Needle's top floor was a massive, circle, open room that had floor to ceiling windows all the way around it, providing the ultimate view of the Emerald City. Various other ghouls in the same robes as Jim's guide sat lotus positions on mats, facing these windows, meditating.

Jimmy, however, was led past all these meditating ghouls, his guide leading him around the circle of the room, like towards some destination that lay on the wall reverse the elevator.