((OOC: Way! After all that hard work and sacrifice we finnaly get our own forums! Hurray!

Every body celebrate in here.))

Belisaria was mildy pleased by his clans sucess. It was not every day that you get to be a founding member of a clan, even if he disliked the idea of being tied to other players in any way.

After the quest Belisaria made a few quick stops at the shopt to buy and sell some of his items then made his way for his new clan house. It was nothing special, just a small door on the side of one of the many building that filled Mac Anu with a sign above it that read, "The Radical Dreamers".

He placed his hand on the door handle and twisted. The door screeched loudly as he pulled it open as if in protest towards his entrance, but that did not hinder him from entering.

Once inside he closed the door behind him, it let out an even louder shriek, it almost sound horrified. He ignored it and continued down the small corrador into the main entrance chamber. It wasn't much, just a medium sized room with peeling walls and a few holes. It oculd use some major fixing up, but Belisaria actually liked it. It was dank and unpleasant, but had great potential. With a bit of spit and elbow grease it could easily be a fabulious room. But what was he to expect? They were a small, new clan and so ofcourse the would get a small, rundown clan house untill they grew larger.

It then dawned on him that he was the first to arrive. He thought that a wonder. Never in his right mind did he think that he owuld ever be the first to a party, espically one such as this in such a terrible place. Belisaria scowled and moved of to explore some of the other rooms as he awaited for the others arrival.

((OOC: I like how i described the clan house. I think it fits The Radical Dreamers.))

((OOC: A run down piece of- WATCH YOUR MOUTH! But I like it...))

Sydofh would arrive at the clan house next, filled both with pure joy and pride. His dream of having a clan was finally fulfilled and he couldn't be happier about it. As he stood in front of the main entranceway he set the large bags of decorations and other things he had down.

This door has got to be replaced...

Turning the handle it screeched loudly, piercing the Twin Blade's ears as he pushed into the hallway. Once inside he headed down into the main room where everyone would hopefully meet. At first glance the place seemed to be completely empty until he caught sight of Belisaria passing back and forth through the various rooms.

He opened one of the bags and removed numerous cans of paint. Looking around he knew there was a load of work to be done over the next few days and even weeks. But for now he would relax along with the rest of the clan.

((OOC: For anyone else who posts here, the bags are filled with whatever you want. Confetti, firecrackers, etc. You Decide 2005.))

Rude had heard that since the clan had now become official that they get their own clan house in Mac Anu.

Rude followed the direction he had been given and came to a standstill outside the Radical Dreamers clan house. Hmm its no huge mansion but I guess it will do

Rude pushed open the door and cringed at the awful squeak the door made and followed the hallway to the main room of the house. He saw Belisaria and Sydofh and spotted the terrible yellow paint by Sydofh's feet.

"Sydofh there is no way that you are painting this place that horrible colour and if you don't get the creaky door fixed then you won't ever see me in this place again!" Rude demanded, before walking over to the rest of the bags on the floor and finding a bag full of beer.

Cracking a beer open he sat on the cold, hard floor and awaited the other clan members to come, so the celebrations could truely begin...

Mac Anu was, as usual, stunning. But there was something different about it. Something most people wouldn't notice. Something that really only mattered to those members of the previously unofficial clan called the Radical Dreamers. There was the new clan house. A place for the Radical Dreamers crew to just sit around and do nothing. Ezekial smiled. No more hanging about the streets of Mac Anu, waiting for something to do. Now he could hang around the clan house of the Radical Dreamers, waiting for something to do. He smiled again.

Setting off down the street, Ezekial made his way towards the new clan house. He was in a particularly good mood, and even the sight of the rundown door embedded in the wall of the rundown building didn't lessen his good spirits. He grabbed the handle, and flung the door wide. There was a nails-on-the-chalkboard screech as the door moved along its hinges. Ezekial smiled again. From down the corridor, he could see Rude and Sydofh. He could also hear Rude speaking, "... and if you don't get the creaky door fixed then you won't ever see me in this place again!"

Ezekial quickly scampered into the room, "Nonsense, my friend! The creaky door adds character. Or something." He grinned widely. As he scanned the room, his grin never faltering, Ezekial spotted Belisaria moving further in the building. He also spotted exactly what he was looking for. A rundown, beat up, side-of-the-road-for-free-sign sofa. His grin widened. Ezekial walked over to it, spun in place, and flopped onto it. Dust plumed around him, and it smelled slightly of "old."