The Writer's Café

-saunters to the bar with bravado-

"barkeep- I'll have a glass of coke. Easy on the ice. Shaken. Not stirred"

(looks around for assassins)

Nothing.

Aside: Do they suspect me yet? Do they know why I have entered this secret domain? Holy Oracle! Give me strength to uphold the modergator code while completing this most dangerous task!!!
 
Lol, you should be here for Character Night!

It's a café btw lol. Not a bar.

- A soft wind blows throughout the Café, and I notice something that's a bit of a novelty. A mod is in the Café.

I make my way inconspicuously over to the barstool next to her.

“So... Yeah, I'm writing a novella. You'll be in it soon! So, in the novella, all the mods are for the most part evil. How would you describe your "evil" personality?” I pause, looking at this... Mod. -
 
Cafe's still have bars. -angry mod face-
What's character night?

While contemplating the mission I had just embarked upon, I feel the presence (I hate present tense) of a body slowly moving up behind me. All of my training in assassins guild is screaming at my to unsheathe my weapons and attack, but I hold back.
"Remember your mission Belle", I say to myself as the stranger takes a seat beside me.
I glance in it's direction. Whether man or woman or beast, I cannot tell. -insert description of feather here because I'm not reading 1193 pages to see wth you look like-.

It speaks.

It knows my secret. I am a moderator. And yet, it shows no fear. I find that my hand has moved and is resting on my short sword. Instinct tells me that there is more to this.... This.... Thing than meets the eye.

"I am no one of concern. You have obviously mistaken me for another. I am but a weary traveller searching for a cold glass of coke."
 
Pim walks casually into the cafe, noticing feather talking to a woman in green. She rolls her eyes as she walks towards the counter.

"Apple juice please!" She calls to the glowing orb that serves as Irin's bartender.

With a small whoosh, a tankard of sparkling cider appears on the counter. Pim quietly lifted it and moved to one of the various tables.

She stared off into space as she gulped her cider. Her dark hair hid her grey blue eyes from the two at the counter, but she still refused to let herself stare.

"Let well enough alone" she sighed to herself.
 
I'm pretty sure d_bo got forum banned. I sent like 30 ss' of his multiple ToU infractions.

Anyway, Character Nights are like... character role-plays, but only on specific nights. Read the rules a few pages back from this page. They were posted by Irin.
 
Darn it! I missed it. Sorry guys.

Anyone up for an extension?

Soft music is heard suddenly as Irin walked through the double doors leading to the kitchen. The music is what humans call 'soft jazz,' and she quite liked it. Irin thought that the music would be a nice addition to the cafe, but her regulars often had to correct her and her ways. Yes, they knew she was an elf, and she was alright with that. But she didnt want everyone to know. She often took precautions to keep her hair styled in a certain way in order to hide her pointed ears. Today it was down, brown and flowing to her lower back. She hadn't realized it had gotten so long...

The coffee was brewing, banana muffuins we're baking in the oven. Her eyes traveled around the cafe. It was a slow night, only two of her regulars were there, sitting at oppisite end of the cafe, and - but what's this?

Irin walked to the bar, where one of her frequent customers was talking to a stranger. She heard the words, "Cold glass of coke," and immediately turned for the glasses and the coke syrup. After no less then a minute, an ice cold beverage stood before the stranger.

"They call me Irin." She said, with a slight smile on her face. "I run this place. Anything else I can get you?" There was an air of mystery about her as she took the blue Cross pen from behind her ear. A small pad of paper appeared in her hand as if by magic...but surely not. Such things were impossible.
 
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