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aeonax t1_j5iu6wt wrote

Reply to comment by Writteninsanity in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

If anyone's interested in inn related stories. May i suggest TheWanderingInn by pirateaba? Its got Smooth Dressed Criminals, Time Travel, Cute Sheeps, Eldritch Horrors, Magic, Lots of Kingdoms and separate continents, 2 Moons, Skyrim/Naruto references, Various Races including Ant people. Aliens and Dragons. Also an Inn connected to all this stuff.

Its got a massive world building. With detailed character development.

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kuzcoduck t1_j5ir2i9 wrote

Reply to comment by ThrowdoBaggins in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

Not necessarily, a smart lawyer could expose the system by having these people say they saw him too, after which he would prove he wasn’t there - nullifying all „Alibi bar“ eye witness accounts

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TakingBackJerusalem t1_j5iqm6p wrote

Reply to comment by dhaerlkl in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

He doesn’t remember when, or who, he got this shipment of almonds from, but people love them.

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dhaerlkl t1_j5iqid1 wrote

Reply to comment by TakingBackJerusalem in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

You'd die of overeating before you died of the cyanide content of almonds, but it is a nice touch hehe

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ThrowdoBaggins t1_j5ip5fa wrote

Reply to comment by kuzcoduck in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

Sure, but if you’re on the stand it’s only ever your own word. The point of the bar is that if you say you were there, the bartender and other patrons will also say you were there, so then you’ve got maybe dozens of people going on the stand and verifying the alibi.

As long as eye-witness testimony has any weight at all, this idea holds up.

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thearticulategrunt t1_j5io9as wrote

Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

Always loved bars like this. Quiet, unassuming, nobody causing no crap but everybody giving a crap while pretending they don't. Worn and scratched up, smelling stale and old yet warm and welcoming if you're the right kind to feel it. Technically I'm not the right kind but I always feel better around these folks.

Local cops and detectives sometimes come in but they know they get nothing from here. Everyone was here, everyone saw everyone and if it was proven they were somewhere else, you give a shrug and a "must have got the nights confused" and the cops just gotta walk away.

Not tonight though. Tonight "she" walked in. Never seen her before but she starts flashing a picture. Starts by the door with the standard "Was this man here three nights ago?" crap. Thing is everyone who answers gets corrected. "Yeah think I saw him" or "Yeah he seemed cool I bought him a draft." Gets answered with the truth "No you didn't you were not here you were on a date with your best friend's wife." "No you didn't you've been broke for 2 weeks and are running up a tab but wish someone would buy you a draft."

Now no one is answering, but she keeps walking through, asking and then saying "Uh huh, I see." and keeps moving. Folks are getting nervous but that will end in a second. Bartender is barking and asking for ID but she is just ignoring him. She told the bouncer to sit when he walked up and he did. Such confidence. The bravado of the untouchable. My turn though.

"Ma'am have you seen this man?"

"Yep, been here all week. Just left about an hour ago." There is the pause. Not even going to look up at her. "Is there an issue officer? Something wrong with your telepathy?"

"Telepathy? Why would you say that?"

"Because that's what you were using. You ask your question then read the true answer off their minds. Dirty little trick to be using on a class 3 planet with a class 2 Psi rating and illegal in much of the Consortium of Civilized Worlds. But we are outside Consortium borders now are we not. Matter of fact" sniff sniff "You're outside your sphere of power completely are you not little miss" sniff sniff "Cosmo knight."

She has noticed, the bar has not just gone quiet but is actually frozen, unmoving in any way.

"I'm in pursuit of a criminal most heinous. If you have any information I would very much appreciate the help."

"Not happening. This is the Alibi and I already told you, he's been here all week. Just left about an hour ago. Now, if there is anything else, I'd like to see your Imperium hunting permit because if you don't have one then you are trespassing, on MY territory." Now I'll give her a look, and let one eye shift yellow.

"You're a Lycan. An Imperium officer?"

"Don't know what you are talking about ma'am. If I did though, I'd probably have to inform you that with your presence known you've got until the next full moon to get off planet or be the subject of a hunt. That would be 5 days from now. Good luck with your search though."

The noise and movement returns to the bar.

"As I said ma'am, he has been here all week, just left about an hour ago I think." She looks nervous for a moment.

"Well, that's good to know. Thank you."

She leaves, life gets back to being good. Bonus, the bar keep sent me a free drink, another 'Blood of my enemies'. Good crap.

I'll have to make sure she does leave...or never leaves. Then look into her "criminal most heinous" myself.

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puntersays t1_j5inzwv wrote

Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

Jason never thought he would have to enter a place like Alibi but here he was, knocking on the old doors, shivering under the hooded overcoat and mumbling under his breath to himself.

It has been a long night for Jason, he was just another high school kid when he had left his home at 7 in the evening and yet here he is a most wanted by police and underworld both at 1 in the night.

Jason had left his home all excited to try marijuana for the first time with his school buddy Matt, it was all normal and boring until they were ambushed by police while buying weed and the seller dead in crossfire. They were able to escape but there problems seemed to only increase after they ran away with all the stock of seller and found a hundred grand in the bag.

They didn’t know the money was for an assassin who has just got rid of the detective who was going hard on drug trade in the area. The police was on their back thinking they are the assassin and gang was on their back for the stolen money thinking they are with the police.

There decision to hide at Matt’s home didn’t work when Matt was killed by the gang waiting there and Jason had to run for his life leaving the bag there only to be trailed by police shortly afterwards.

Jason though only way to get out of this situation was to dive even deeper and get an alibi for both police and gang through the alibi.

The bar was a perfect square with low ceilings, dim lights and wooden walls and ceilings. On entering, the right side beside was taken by the reception counter having a big moth eaten table occupied by Bella, a woman in her late thirties with fuzzy hair, a half broken upper teeth, wearing loose black dress like the English women wore during colonial times. The wall behind her houses a wooden cabinet without doors that housed all kinds of unbranded liquor and a few barrels beside it.

There were round tables for four, densely packed in whole of the remaining part of the bar, filled with people of all kind, from expensive suit wearing businessmen to people in old, dusty, and torn misfitting clothes like homeless men.

The beauty of the bar was that they didn’t take money from customers, if you want a favour, in return you awe them one, favours was their currency. Donations from the rich clients kept them running for supply of liquor and snacks.

When Jason narrated his ordeal, he was sent to an empty table number 6 where he was joined by a rugged looking man, short and wide in stature with overgrown beard, trimmed hair and scars all over his right side of face, commonly knows as Baddy.

‘Forget about the gang, take it as a free favour from me but you got to do something for me to get rid of police’ said Baddy while he poured whiskey for Jason

‘Well that’s very nice of you Mr…’

‘Baddy they call me but you can call me Bradley’

‘But Mr Bradley, the gang guys want me dead, they already killed my friend’

‘They won’t bother you anymore because I have already got my payment of 100 grand’

‘And Police?’

‘I will get records made for you in backdate that you were in juvenile correctional facility for stealing a car at the time of incident but in return for a favour’

‘And what that favour might can be?’

‘Since you already have an alibi, you can very well use it to get rid of the head of the gang who fucking gave me blood stained currency’

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Federal_Penalty5832 t1_j5ini1n wrote

Reply to [WP] you found a sword so sharp it can split an atom in half! One problem though you’re know responsible for a sword so sharp it can cut an atom in half. by box-gremlin69

"Atomic Edge"

​

A sword so sharp, a marvel to behold

With power to split atoms, as I've been told

But with great power comes great responsibility

To wield such a weapon, one must show humility

​

For in the wrong hands, destruction may ensue

The fate of the world, at my sword's point, could skew

But I will not falter, I will not cower

With this atomic edge, I will empower

​

To use it for good, to protect and to defend

To bring peace, and let the world's troubles end

But always I'll remember, the weight of this sword

And the consequences, if my actions prove flawed

​

So let the atomic edge, be a symbol of might

But also of caution, in the darkest of night

For in my hands, it will bring hope and salvation

But in the wrong ones, it could bring damnation.

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Federal_Penalty5832 t1_j5ilst9 wrote

Reply to [WP]"It was wrong of me to defeat and banish you from our world, my evil nemesis. Please come back so we can resume our glorious battles of yore," the striking woman says. Rolling your eyes from behind the counter, you sigh: "Corporate doesn't pay me enough for this." by Bencil_McPrush

"Return of the Nemesis"

​

It was wrong of me to defeat and banish you,

My evil nemesis, from our world so true.

Please come back, so we can resume,

Our glorious battles of yore, with no excuse.

​

But as I stand here, rolling my eyes,

Behind the counter, with a heavy sigh,

I realize that corporate doesn't pay,

Enough for this, to fight and play.

​

So as much as I'd love to engage,

In epic battles, filled with rage,

I must decline, for my paycheck's sake,

And bid you farewell, for my own sake.

​

But know that deep down, I still yearn,

For the days when our battles did burn,

And the sparks of victory did ignite,

In the battles, between wrong and right.

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MyPatronusisaPopple t1_j5ilr16 wrote

Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

A woman sat at the stool by the bar. At first glance, she appeared nondescript with shoulder length brown hair partially covering her face. Her clothes were wrinkled as if lying on the floor for days and then thrown on. The low lights cast shadows on her body making hard to identify anything about her. Neither seats beside her were occupied.The bartender, Mike glanced over and could see her anxiety in every movement. Her legs fidgeting as the swung back and forth above the floor. Moments where she seemed to be attempting deep breaths. Her hands had a tremor as she gripped her purse. When the average citizen ended up here, this was a typical response. Fear. The Alibi had a particular reputation with an unsavory clientele. It had become a hub of sorts for criminals. Mike moved down the bar to take her drink order or help her move on her way. The regulars always got nervous when new unknown faces showed up.

Mike thought that there wasn’t anything that could really surprise him anymore, but he was wrong. He approached ready to deal with her. Her eyes lifted up and the hair shifted away from her face. Her left eye was badly bruised. Choke marks from a hand surrounded her neck. She had some scratch marks and bruising on her right arm.

“What can I get you?” He asked.

He watched her struggle to speak. She licked her chapped lips, cleared her throat, and swallowed some spit. Again, she took a deep breath.

“Can I get something nonalcoholic?” Her voice was scratchy and strained.

“Sure. How about a virgin daiquiri.” She nodded. “Do you want me to open a tab?” He asked.

She shook her head no. She handed him cash.

“It works better with a credit card.” Mike told her. “Helps prove that you’re here.”

She shook her had no. “I don’t want him to know.” She muttered. The words were hard to make out from the noise of the sports games playing on the tvs. “Seen this place on his credit card statement one too many times.”

Mike felt worried. “Just who are you referring to?”

“Ben o’Rouke.”

Mike glanced at the clock knowing Ben’s normal arrival time was soon. He planned actual visits here, so they would have footage of him the bar. It be easy enough to fake date and time stamps later. Just an additional service provided. How did Ben know this woman?

Mike worked on completing the woman’s drink while subtly gesturing for the other staff to get management. His sense was that there was something off. She sipped slowly her drink. Ben finally burst in wearing a suit with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey, Mike. A shot of whiskey.” He sauntered to the bar.

The woman grabbed her purse and spun on the stool to face Ben. Ben’s face clouded over recognizing the woman.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

She pulled out a gun from her purse and shot him. She shoved the gun back in the purse. Ben was gasping for breath lying on the ground in an instant. The rest of the bar stared in stunned silence. She kicked him in the shins as she jumped off the stool. She appeared unsteady as if drunk. She landed another kick in the stomach. Ben groaned. At this point, management was calling for EMS. She walked out.

“Who was that?” Someone asked.

“I don’t know.” Mike responded. All he knew was that the night was ruined.

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ShadoShane t1_j5ildxn wrote

Reply to comment by Sir-Tiedye in [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

That might be one too far, it limits what else the writers could do if they were to strictly adhere to the prompt.

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Ajreil t1_j5ihovs wrote

Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

SCP-9999: The Alibi:

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Knowledge of SCP-9999 is to strictly limited to members of the 05 council. So long as information pertaining to SCP-9999 is contained, no further containment procedures are required.

The property containing SCP-9999, a bar in Midwey Kentucky, has been acquired by a Foundation front company and filled entirely with cement.

No person has set foot in SCP-9999 since June ██, 1971. Any claims to the contrary are to false.

[05 clearance required]

[clearance key: ████████ ]

[key accepted]

[welcome, 05-7]

Special Containment Procedures:

False Special Containment Procedures are to be created and freely visible to all members of the Foundation. These procedures are to state that a full description of the anomaly is limited to the 05 council, and that no person has entered the anomaly since its containment date.

In truth, knowledge of SCP-9999 is not contained. The above procedures are intended to prevent Foundation staff or groups of interest from using SCP-9999's memetic effects during interrogation.

Foundation webcrawlers are to scan for potential signs of SCP-9999. These webcrawlers are to be personally managed by 05-7. All interrogation logs - both outside and within the Foundation - are to be scanned for evidence of SCP-9999.

Description:

SCP-9999 is a memetic effect that triggers when a person mentions that they were, at some point in the past, present at a bar Midway Kentucky named The Alibi. Any person who hears this claim will believe it at face value.

This effect is not absolute. If the claim that a person was present at SCP-9999 conflicts with previously held information, persons with above average deductive reasoning skills are able to spot the discrepancy. A more egregious discrepancy assists in this process. For this reason the public Special Containment Procedures mention that SCP-9999 is inaccessible and allude to an anomalous effect.

Addendum: Known references to SCP-9999:

Date: August 1st, 1971

Description of event: 25 members of the Los Angeles biker gang Vagos mention being present at SCP-9999 during armed conflict with the Hell's Angels. Local police clear them of any involvement in the shootout.

Foundation response: Records altered to support the official stance that the Hell's Angels were fighting themselves in an internal power struggle.

Date: April 28th, 1994

Description of event: Dr. Arnold Crusher, stationed at a Foundation antarctic research base, mentioned a bar from his youth. Due to a miscommunication other members of staff believe he mentioned visiting there during lunch. This is believed at face value despite the impossible distance, except for one member with a natural resistance to memetic effects. She reports the incident to site command.

Foundation response: All members involved given Amnestics, and all logs are destroyed.

Date: September 5th, 1998

Description of event: Dr. Arnold Crusher watches a security tape of the above incident, which was missed during the subsequent cover up. He believes his own claim at face value. One week later, he takes a vacation to the site of SCP-9999.

Foundation response: Dr. Arnold Crusher is terminated to avoid a potential security breach. All members of the antarctic research base given Amnestic treatment.

Date: January 16th, 2002

Description of event: An agent working for Marshal, Carter and Dark enters Site-19 with a shirt that reads "I'm chilling at The Alibi." Foundation staff react with concern, but ignore the agent upon reading the shirt. The agent retrieves several SCP objects from storage before walking out of Site-19 uncontested.

Foundation response: No response was necessary, as the agent was at The Alibi during the incident and could not have been responsible.

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michiganbhunter t1_j5ihl25 wrote

Reply to [WP] A bar called “The Alibi” that’s notorious for being just that.. an alibi. Often packed with ex-cons, the customers of The Alibi adhere to a silent, but strict, code: If they say they were here, we saw them. They’ll always back an alibi, no questions asked. by JelloStaplerr

The police force had no leads. They resorted to shaking down all the regular criminals in the small town. "So, where were you last Tuesday, Brucey Boy?" asked Detective Phillips. "Tuesday nights I'm always at the ball game with my stepson" responded Bruce. "How 'bout you Cheryl? Were you out drinking again?" the Detective questioned. "Dry January. I been home all month watching TV with Ronny." Phillips remembered that Ronny was her boyfriend but he'd been in a car accident and had a broken leg. The alibi made sense. Joel was working on his front lawn when Detective Phillips approached. "How can I help ya officer?" After admiring the shiny Corvette in the driveway, the police officer asked Joel where he was last Tuesday around 9pm. "Oh last Tuesday, I was at The Alibi. Lots of people saw me there." he responded. "Just what I wanted to hear. You're under arrest." Phillips handcuffed Joel and put him in the back of the police car. As he brought Joel into the police station, he announced "fellas, I got him. Joel McRay even admitted to being at The Alibi at the time it was robbed. Case closed."

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