The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
Lionpaw grabbed about 5-6 beanbags and stacked them on top of eachother, and sat on them, “Bean-bag throne – the only way to rule a country properly.” She sighed happily, while drinking a mug of strawberry milkshake.
Iceflower pulled a piece of paper from her bag and folded it into a paper airplane, sending it sailing around the room. “I’m going back to the Tavern for some food. Who’s with me?”
Goldenpaw didn’t know what to do at all.
( 😛 )
(We should do a time skip or something and create a new plot because I seriously cant keep up at all.)
(Time leap ⏱)
Iceshard lumbered into the Tavern, sleepy eyed and slow. He hadn’t slept the night before. His favorite show, Guess That Stuff, was ending. His life was over. So he sadly climbed onto a bar stool, and commanded Steve to grab him a root bear.
Iceflower wiped the bar down with a damp cloth, her hood falling over her face. “Problems?” She mewed, looking up as Iceshard entered. “I’m the official self-appointed bartender and waitress.” She said unnecessarily.
Iceshard shrugged. “I just can’t believe Guess That Stuff is over.” He took a long, mournful, sip of his root beer. “That was the best show in Cattropolis.” He looked up at Icy, “What do you think about it?”
“Ahhh. I’ve had many a show end on me.” Iceflower mewed, leaning over and patting Iceshard’s shoulder comfortingly. “It was alright. Didn’t watch it much, but then again, I don’t watch much at all. Can I get you anything? Take your mind off it?”
Iceshard shook his head. “No.” Then he paused. “Well…no never mind.”
Iceflower tapped her hand/paw/thing against the table. “You sure? We’ve got fresh blueberry cobbler. Straight from the oven.”
“No, I’m good.” Iceshard pauses once more. “Say, you know what always brightens my mood? An adventure!!!”
“Oh, no!” Iceflower threw her head back. “Don’t tell me you want to go on another alien-hunting quest?”
Iceshard’s eyes widened at the mention of the aliens. “No, no. We need a break from them. How about we go to Mexico! Beaches and dense jungle ruins.”
Iceflower’s eyes sparkled. She pulled a sombrero out of her bag and put it on. “Si! I’m up for some beach time.”
Ah, The Hazelpage. I’m back at long last.
“Blizzard!!! Want to come to Mexico with us?!?!?!” Iceshard asked excitedly, already shoving things into too small of a suitcase.
Lionpaw looked up, “Did someone say adventure in Mexico?”. She began to grab some random belongings. She paused, “How are we getting there?”
“We fly, of course.” Iceflower said brightly, pulling out three tickets to an airplane. “No, you can’t be the pilot this time. Nobody flies the plane except the actual, trained pilot.” She said sternly.
Lionpaw scowled, “I was trained. In some ways. Kind of. I went on a really high ride once, does that count as training?” She stopped scowling, “Fine, fine, you win.” And she began to pack along a lot of prank stuff, multiple fancy dress costumes and shoved her ticket deep inside her fleece pocket along with some string, a magnifying glass and about 24 cents/pence.
“Doesn’t count, dear.” Iceflower mused. She leaped over the bar, took off her apron, and grabbed a bottle of pear blossom fizz and tucked it inside her hoodie pocket.
Lionpaw sighed, and followed Iceflower and ordered a large orange juice with a side order of pasta.
Iceflower banged her head against the wall. “I’m the waitress, I have to get that.” She grumbled under her breath. “There’s food on the plane, you know.”
“Ahh, sorry, you can forget that if you wanna, seeing as I’ll just get more on the plane anyway.” Lionpaw replied.
Giggle,wearing the new hat she had bought after losing her old one,said simply,“I have a buddy who could take us…maybe.”She walked over to one of the computers to make plans.Her leather jacket pulled about her shoulders,Giggle stood with a smile.“We’re ready to go whenever.”
Giggle,wearing the new hat she had bought after losing her old one,said simply,“I have a buddy who could take us…maybe.”She walked over to one of the computers to make plans.Her leather jacket pulled about her shoulders,Giggle stood with a smile.“We’re ready to go whenever.”
Immediately she leaped to her paws,ready to take off.
“I’ve already got tickets.” Iceflower sniffed. “I’ll be taking the plane, thank you. Planes are fascinating.”
Lionpaw winked, “Yes, planes are always fascinating. Especially when driven by me.” 😛
Shiverfur burst in. “Is there room for one more??”
Lionpaw nodded, smiling, “Always.” She said grinning, passing her a ticket.
The sound of a loud engine echos off the wooden tavern walls. The group run outside to find Iceshard purched on the roof, a helicopter sits behind him. “Ready to go?” He asks.
Lionpaw nodded, “One one condition, we hang streamers from the propellers.”
Iceshard raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure that’s so safe.” He thought about it for a moment. “Okay, let’s do it.” 😛😛😛
Lionpaw’s face lit up, “YESSSSSSSSSS!” Then she added in a sinister voice, “I laugh in the face of danger…” Lionpaw grabbed about a truckful of confetti streamers, “This enough?” She asked innocently.
“What are you talking about?” Ice asked angrily. “There’s never enough!!!”
Lionpaw winked, “Of course, I agree, but this is all I own.” She said, grinning.
“Sooooooo…….” Lionpaw began, “Who actually gets to fly this thing, and when do we set off?”
“Ya know, if no replies soon, history can and will repeat itself.” Lionpaw said laughing, her eyes looking in the direction of the helicopter.
Lionpaw took at step towards the helicopter, “I’m not kidding you know.” >:)
I DID IT
I FOUND HERE
Lionpaw looked around, “Hello?” She said quietly. 😛
(hehehe finally found this place again 😛 )
Lionpaw grinned, “Congrats! Welcome back!”