Green mana enters the bar, roars incoherently, throws half the tables and chairs across the room, and promptly sits down to start picking its noses.

A strange old man runs into the bar, grabs all the chairs and puts them back, then runs out without a word.

White mana looks around, wondering why people are so bad at interacting. White mana really feels that this bar could use a stronger sense of community.

G/W mana enters the bar and populates it, flooding the bar with talk of hating being the "token" at house parties.

The bartender slides G/W mana a drink.

Blue/White mana walks into the bar, starts counting the ways the bar can improve. Halfway wonders if the whole place should be torn down and built back from the ground up.

GW doesn't appreciate weapons of mass destruction (ZING!), and gives some plant-nip to a pair of trees to get their rootborn defense juices ready. He grabs the drink from the barkeep and nods his thanks, looking around the bar and asking, "What's the deal with these lingering souls?"

White Mana is happy to see two of his best friends both at the bar, but a bit worried by the fact that they don't seem to get along. Tries to start a conversation about something both GW and WU can agree on.

The barkeep snorts loudly as he uses a damp rag to wipe out several tankards.

Walks over to W, says, "Hey! Been a while. Last time I saw you you were looking pretty exalted. I've been meaning to ask--why do leonins only have two nipples?"

The barkeep pretends not to have heard such a bizarre question.

Blue/White mana wonders what is worse, Leonin for breaking certain laws of nature, or green/white's apparent lack of understanding what respectable conversation is.

"I'll take Dindin juice please. And don't go try spiking it with anything hard,"

The barkeep nods a respectful nod and flips the glass he was drying right-side-up, reaching behind the counter he produces a glass bottle and pours the drink before placing it on the worn wooden bar in front of Blue/White.

GW seems unperturbed at the discomfort he's created. "I'll take a pint of Hop Devil and a shot of Fireballs," he says. His tokens, absent irony, order the same.

Blue/White mana creates a puff of wind to blow the odor of the nostril singeing odor away from him.

"White, red, blue, black... Why is green the only mono color not here?"

Green mana stumbles into the bar.

White Mana looks confused, and starts rambling: "But Green Mana is sitting in the corner picking its noses! Is one of these Green Manas an impostor? Or are there two true Green Manas? Gah! There is no order here!"

The bartender continues serving up various drinks and pays no attention to how many of which type of mana are currently storming about the place.

u/b has no concern for how many green manas there are. They'll all be in the graveyard once she finally forbidden alchemies into her damnation.

W keeps an eye on U/B, and quietly starts working on a protective spell for the bar.