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Post by Niccy on Apr 30, 2012 21:14:12 GMT -5
The Coffee Shop 2012 Edition
The Coffee Shop is a bit of an odd place; on the outside, it looks like an average coffee shop that would seem perfectly normal in whatever world your character happens to be from. However - upon entering, you'll find yourself in London, England. Nobody's quite sure how the Coffee Shop ended up being this world-between-worlds, but nobody really questions it, probably because nobody knows the answer.
As well as a variety of drinks, both hot and cold, the Coffee Shop serves a variety of snacks. There's a couple of couches over in the corner, and a few armchairs, as well as the standard wooden tables and chairs. There's a TV, too, and an old karaoke machine somewhere; it's not been used in a while, but it still works just fine. The staff are friendly but generally don't ask too many questions, leaving the customers to chat amongst themselves for the most part.
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Post by marshmellowmnms on May 17, 2012 16:54:43 GMT -5
"You're just lucky I like Sam, 'cause if I didn't, you'd be a dead duck." Dylan walked through the door backwards, then turned when she didn't hear the expected pounding bass. Will followed her seconds later. "It's not like I meant to tell her. It just slipped--" He caught the sudden wariness in her and stopped short as the door swung closed behind him. "Uh... did they move or something?" Dylan shot him an annoyed glance, then sighed and moved to the counter. "Can you help me?" she asked the man behind the counter. "I can try." He smiled at her. "Ooh. An accent." Dylan smiled back and Will snorted. "Ignore him. Can you tell me where Toni is? She didn't tell me that they were shutting down." "Nope. 'Cause I don't know your Toni." Dylan frowned. "Um. Okay." She faltered. "So, when did they move the club?" The guy shrugged, and Dylan's frown deepened. She turned to Will. "You want to try?" "Nah, I'm good." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "What is this place man?" "The Coffee Shop." "Hmm." He took out his phone and shot a text to his brother. "You got muffins?" The guy nodded and Will ordered a banana-nut muffin and a black coffee. "You don't find this the least bit weird?" Dylan asked following him to a booth table. "I'm an empath. 'Weird' is my normal." He eyed her and sighed. "Relax, drama queen. I don't know what's going on but I feel like it isn't bad." He bit into his muffin and smiled, infuriating her. Dylan crossed her arms. "They better get here soon or your *ss is grass."
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Post by Niccy on Jun 12, 2012 14:41:20 GMT -5
[Forgive me if my prose is a little rusty, I'm terribly out of practice!]
"Cumae, Lecato."
Lecato had barely set a toe in the door when Caelrah spoke up from an armchair near the front door. He paused, turned on his heel, and split a smile. "Cumae, Cael. Would you like a drink?"
Caelrah reached across the table and lifted two identical white mugs. He handed one to Lecato and took a sip from the other himself. "Sit."
Lecato dropped into the chair at Caelrah's right, sipping from the mug. "Where've you been?" he asked, indicating the thin red cut on his cheek and the fresh wrappings on his forearm.
"No where in particular. You?"
Lecato shook his head. "Things are getting worse out there."
"I know." He hesitated, searching Lecato's face for an answer. "You won't like to hear this, but sometimes I wish I could just run away from all of it."
Lecato sighed. For once, he agreed. "Maybe it would be for the best."
"I'm not thinking of doing anything permanent, just going on vacation for a few months. We, I mean, I..." He quickly buried his face in his hair.
Lecato took a sip from his mug to compose himself. "Yeah, we could." Caelrah looked up, a smile appearing on his face, but Lecato cut him off. "Finish your coffee, we'll talk later."
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