"Aye, Omni," Orion vocalises in agreement before raising a fresh pint of cider to his lips. After a deep swig he continues, voice rougher than usual, one of the ways several drinks began to mildly affect him: "No doubt we'd all like to see the place change for the better, but so long as we favour this old joint over any other, do you not supposed we alienate ourselves in some way?"
Orion noticed quickly enough he had drawn stares not just from his immediate company, but some from tables and stools not even involved in the discussion. Orion could grasp very well their reasoning and their confusion: The Roleplaying Tavern was a place where all could come - leaders, followers, newbies, oldies and anyone else. Surely, if there were any place in all of Roleplay Town where community leaders - regular creators of quality roleplays independent and collaboratively - could interact with the rest of the populace, it was here?
"Don't think me too far gone in terms of tonight's drinking!" Orion exclaimed for the whole bar to hear, "I know your puzzlement and what brings it about. I've thought long enough on the matter to know even a regular hang-out might not be good enough for the improvement or unification of Roleplay Town's disparate elements and people." Another swig, and Orion's cool pint was emptied, and he thus continued.
"At first, I'm sure some of the 'lesser'" at which point Orion gestured for double air-quotes, just to make it clear how absurd he thought such considerations to be, "members of town loved it when we moved in here. Surely they would then be regularly able to converse with us in this haunt of ours? The drink is good, the mood merry, and the company generally favourable - what could be more conducive to conversation?"
Orion took a few seconds to adjust himself in his padded chair, letting the others mull over this in various states of inebriation before he resumed: "I think, no matter how hard we try, so long as we want to sit about in one place and have members come to us, we will forever fail in our efforts to connect with them. By virtue of our simply frequenting this place, it becomes more and more a place exclusively ours, and is it not possible that our 'status'" again the air-quotes, "as older or 'better'" once more the gesture, "than the general populace -" at which point Orion leaned across the table to briefly confide in just those immediately around him "- and I hope I'm not being to presumptuous in thinking that perception of us is at least partially correct," he said before sitting back and recommencing with increased volume.
"But yes, could it not be at all possible that - however we stand in the community - by the simple fact that we always stand there, do we not then remove ourselves to a degree from the general membership of Roleplay Town? I do not propose this lovely tavern be closed down, or that we cease to visit us, merely that night-by-night we move about, jumping to a new venue each time. Those in some way afraid to consult with us are not helped by the fact that they need to enter a place that is essentially 'ours' before doing so, so why not bring our presence to them, than hope they come to us?"
"I speak of course not just in how we go about the town, but also in terms of how we roleplay or join others in discussion and application in various foyers." At this point, Orion stood up, bringing his empty pint-glass with him as he moved to the bar. He then left the following comment hanging in the air for all to hear and consider, as he had the glass refilled: "For the sake of ourselves and the town as a whole, even if the assumption might be wrong is it still not safe to assume such a position, if it motivates us to come to the members, rather than the members to us? For all the rest of you here, not directly involved in the discussion but nevertheless drawn in to it, I ask of any and all of you to offer your own opinions, to correct me wherever it is fit, and if you need some steeling before you do so, there's plenty of drink on tap to strengthen your resolve."