Hi I'm Grae and this is my first Harvest Moon Story. I've only been playing for a little while but I really enjoy it. This story is mostly going to be one shots and drabbles with the only thing connecting them being the setting. This mostly just my ideas about backgrounds and trouble of the different characters. Hopefully it works out well.
The Dream Bar is one of those few places in this world that is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It didn't really look like anything special but inside was a place that accepted everyone and everything. Or to be more precise nobody cared who you were or what you'd done. The devil himself could walk through the doors and not a single person would blink. Why it existed nobody knew, but it was a place of neutrality in a world of ever changing factors.
Maybe it had something to do with the atmosphere of the place. The inside was made of stone, the kind that always produced a cold burn. There was a fire pit in the middle that produced a small amount of heat it wasn't large enough to disperse the cold though. The tables were scattered at random points around the room with tall stools. They were just the right height to knock a person out if they fell off of them. The bar was a bit taller than the tables and was a craved from a shiny black wood. There were all kinds of drinks available but no menu you to tell what was what. You could even get food if you wanted, all you had to do was ask.
Perhaps it was the owner that made the place feel so nonchalant. He wasn't human at all; in fact he looked more like a child's imaginary friend than an actual being. His head was vaguely elephantine with small dark eyes, his body was thick and long with long trailing limbs, and he had paws covered in sandy fur. Heck he even had a long curly tail waving behind him. But for some reason no one bothered with his appearance. He called himself Shiro and never really talked much. But there was something about him that just made you comfortable with him. He was just…nonjudgmental.
The Dream Bar was always there when you needed it no matter where you needed it. It was a placed to tell your story and not have any one preach to you what you did wrong. It was just a place to vent. Which is exactly what we all need to do from time isn't it?
