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.
Spotzel dug in her pockets for extra coins. She put two wadded-up dollar bills and four quarters on the table. A few extra nickels clinked onto the counter. “Is this enough for a standard single bed for the night? If not, that’s okay.”
(also, uh so this is weird but if my character goes to bed how do we know it’s the morning? i guess we dont and i wake up when i wake up)
(Yep basically XP)
Emberdawn counted the money and slid two quarters back. “Let me get your key…” She ducked beneath the counter and popped back up a minute later. “The number on the key is the floor and he letter is the room!”
Iceflower jogged up the rickety old stairs and opened the door to her room. She returned downstairs a moment later with Mr. Fluffington in her arms. Taking a seat on her stool behind the counter, she gave Mr. Fluffington a pat on the head before pulling a mug from a shelf and filling it with apple cider. She gave no explanation as to why she was holding a stuffed panda.
Upon hearing this, Softpaw casually tossed a few more coins across the table to the bartender. “I’m sure that if you started a fundraiser type thing, you could raise a lot, considering the number of people you’ve saved and hospitalized. But you never know if it’s enough, ever since codekind have become more common prices have really gone up for most everything.” Softpaw said, trying to be logical when she secretly knew nothing about money and material cost and stuff.😛
Emberdawn shrugged. “We pride ourselves on providing low-cost service to those who need it, but it’s never permanent.” She paused for a moment. “I might bring out a tip jar, though. But we need a name for it first.”
“Phil, obviously.” Iceflower said, still stroking Mr. Fluffington’s fuzzy head. “Phil the Tip Jar.”
Emberdawn reached up to grab a clear glass jar and a couple of craft supplies from a cupboard. “Care to help me out with Phill’s big break, Icy?”
“Happy to, ma’am.” Iceflower saluted and took the jar and supplies from her fellow bartender.
Several moments later, what remained was a mostly glitter-covered glass jar and a rather large mess.
“Oops.”
Emberdawn raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Iceflower sq
uarkedawked. “I didn’t do anything.”“There’s glitter all over the counter,” she whined slightly. “That stuff is impossible to get rid of!”
“Mr. Fluffington could clean it up, but then you’d have a glittery panda walking in a circle.” Iceflower retorted. Giving Mr. Fluffington a look, she frowned. After a moment, instead of a circle, he began walking in a much larger square. “I call that an improvement.”
Emberdawn tossed a cloth at Icy. “Clean,” she said. “I’ll bake cookies for you later if you do.”
“I can bake my own cookies.” Iceflower muttered under her breath.
Softpaw awkwardly attempted to clear the counter of glitter, taking a random plastic bag out of her pocket and attempting to get most of the glitter into the bag.
(Is it just me or is the font different?)
(I don’t see a difference 🙂 )
Iceflower waved her off. “I’ll clean it up. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay.” Shadowedpaw mumbled, blushing, as she stuffed the bag if glitter into her pocket once more. She yelped a little when a peice of paper fell out from her pocket, and crouched down to retrieve it.
Iceflower sat Mr. Fluffington down while she dusted the glitter off the counter, crinkling up her nose and staring at him. A moment later, she relaxed and fluttered her fingers. “Go make a mess for Embix to clean up.” She said, shooting Emberdawn a cheerful glance. “I mean, don’t get into trouble.” She called as the once-stuffed panda waddled around in a slow circle. Planting a fist on her hip, she frowned.
“That’s not supposed to happen.”
Brightwing squeaked happily as she saw the panda totter about the place in slow loops and crouched down so that it could see her. However, it didn’t seem to notice and after a while managed to hide under one of the tables. Brightwing straightened up and shrugged, pretending that she wasn’t mortally offended and leant against the bar counter.
“Is there any sort of warming drink you have? I’m feeling kinda chilly.”
“We’ve a lovely apple cider.” Iceflower said. She turned to watch as Mr. Fluffington waddled up to the bar and clung to a stool leg.
(I decided to let Softpaw have a magic item. What it is is unknown….)😛
Iris was tired with observing everything. If there was one thing that Iris was good at, it was being seen and not heard, or neither. This came in very good handy when Iris wanted to spy, but right now she wanted to hang out with someone. Standing up, Iris walked over to the bar and turned to Embix. “I think the glitter looks pretty on the counter.” she said softly. “Also, can I please have a cup of tea?” Turning to Softpaw, her violet eyes sparkling. she mustered up her confidence. “Hiya, I’m Iris, What’s your name?” Iris knew that this was an almost boring way to introduce herslf, but it was tried-and-true.
“My name is Softpaw.” She casually(no wonder she isn’t my main OC anymore she’s so outgoing). Her hands automatically went to her pockets from pure habit, and she went on, “Do you play an instrument? I play Clarinet.”
“I don’t play an instrument, but I would like to play the flute. Wanna go and decorate the Christmas tree with me?” Iris said, rushed, still not very used to making friends quickly.
“Sure.” Softpaw said, pulling a bauble out of her pocket, secretly hoping no one would question it.
(Can someone fill me in on what happened when I stopped commenting here? 😛 I forgot about this haha)
Not much at the moment, there’s Christmas tree in the corner of the Hazelpage, Icy has made a stuffed panda walk about in circles and Iris and Softpaw are decorating the tree.
Wavey sat at the bar. “I’ll take apple cider and apple pie and a caramel apple lollipop. Oh and also a croissant.”
Iceflower picked Mr. Fluffington up and stroked him with one hand, leaning on the other arm. “What if we don’t have caramel apple lollipops?” She queried.
Wavey gasped. “But they’re an essential!”
Iceflower shrugged. Filling a mug with apple cider, she slid it up to the girl, along with a slice of pie. “I’ll look for your lollipop.” She turned to Mr. Fluffington. “Mr. Fluffington, go look for her lollipop.”
Mr. Fluffington was asleep.
“If you want something done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself.” Iceflower muttered.
Softpaw smiled. “Luckily, I always carry essentials!” She said, pulling a caramel colored lollipop from her pocket. “You can have it if you want.”
“Is it a caramel apple lollipop?” Wavey asked.
“Yup!” Softpaw said.
Blue woke up, and after being oblivious to everything else because she is to lazy to read everything, she got up out of bed, and fell to the floor in a heap. “Owe.” She muttered groggily.
“Can I have a deluxe single room for a week?” Softpaw asked, pulling a $50 bill from her pocket and handing it to the bartender. “Keep the change.” (I’m going to be leaving so please let there be an open room)
Emberdawn raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of change,” she muttered, before doing the calculations in her head. “Never mind, just $8 of change if it’s for a week.” Regardless, she put the money away and gave Softpaw a room key. “Enjoy your stay!”
Brightpaw threw open the door, resulting in a loud slam. The Hazelpage grew quiet.
“Um… Hi. I’m Brightpaw. I used to be a lot more active here. Sorry for disrupting your cider…”
“No problem!” Emberdawn called.
“Hiya! Nice to see you again!” Yelled Brightwing cheerfully.
Lion stumbled in, “Hello! Have I missed anything?” Without waiting for a reply, “Yeah, probably – it must have been like a month since I’ve been in here.” She collapsed on an armchair near the counter, “Can I have any beverage that you are happening to currently be serving?” She asked, “Oh, and a room for a week – I don’t mind sharing if nescessary – if I share a room with someone we can
wreck the roomtell ghost stories and have pillow fights.” She added, grinning. “Anyways, how are y’all?”Peto followed, her hair splayed out with static, and her cheeks rosy. “Same!” She exclaimed winking. “I can share one with you, if you want.” She added, smiling in a carefree way.
“I’d be happy to share a room, if you don’t mind that is.” Lion smiled back.
*pokes head in and walks in covered in snow* Hello everyone! Snowdapple here, World Traveler! I heard from Sundance that I could Role play here! Is this true? Because I would LOVE to Role play! *Shakes snow off and hops up and down* So…….ANYONE WANT TO ROLL PLAY???!!!
*looks up from book* hi (I totally didn’t find this page today 😛 ) I’d like to try to role play with you, or anyone really 🙂
(Hey you found this place!) “hey snowswirl! Over here!” Yelled thunder from the counter when he saw snowswirl walk in
(yes I did!) walks over towards Thunder “hi”
Thunder gave a suttle wave “greetings my friend.” He trying to contain his smile
“greetings bean of this earth 😛 “
*strolls in* Hi everybody! I came because I heard something about roleplay. But first…. do you serve hot chocolate? Ooh, and a… oh idk..
Everyone just comes in and role plays with everyone 🙂 But you don’t need use use * since everyone knows if you’re on this page you will be role playing 😉
“Hey Lion!” Wavey said cheerily.
Snowswirl giggles, “you said y’all” and continues to mind her own bussieness
Lion looked confused and amused, “I always say y’all.” And then chuckled, “Y’all…”
“I always laugh when I or someone else says y’all”
“I’ll take the apple cider please,” Brightwing said to Icy.
While it was being made, she watched Iris talking nervously to Softpaw, and spotted her casually taking a bauble out of her pocket. And yet…what was it that seemed so strange about the action? Was it the burning question in her head – why does Softpaw even carry a bauble around in her pocket? Or was it the fact that she placed it on the tree with her eyes lowered, quickly, as if trying not to draw attention to herself? Brightwing cocked her head to one side, curiously.
She stepped forward.
“Softpaw? I’m Brightwing, and is there…I mean what…um…why did…” her voice trailed off and she swallowed nervously. “What I mean is…why do you carry a bauble around in your pocket?”
Iceflower nodded. Filling another mug with apple cider and topping it with a cinnamon stick, she slid it over to Brightwing. “There you go.” She said. Stepping back from the bar, she untied her apron and scooped Mr. Fluffington up. “Embix, I’m taking my break.” She called. Dusting off her blouse, she took a seat on the floor by the fire.
Snowdapple shook herself and hopped into a nice chair in front of a fire and quickly wondered if some one would chase a cat out of the tavern if she didn’t buy anything. Snowdapple curled up in the chair and fell asleep.
“Hey you, Go shoo! Get out of my chair.” a gruff body shoved her out and Snowdapple fell to the floor as the man sat down, Snowdapple glared at him and went to a soft rug in front of the fire and fell asleep again hoping no one would wake her this time.
“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” the redhead responded.
“Thanks,” Brightwing mumbled distractedly, still staring at Softpaw. She put some money on the counter and began sipping the apple cider.
Softpaw smiled, though it was impossible to tell if it was a silly smile or a nervous one. “I, err, found it on the ground of the URL forest, and then, umm, I thought it was pretty so I put in it my pocket.” She said, her smile wavering ver so slightly.
Brightwing gave Softpaw a hard stare: she wasn’t sure why, but everything about the object screamed wrong in all directions.
“Are you sure? Because…it seems kinda strange…”
“Really? I never noticed.” Softpaw said, genuinely confused. (This probs isn’t neccecary, but I’d rather if my bauble isn’t evil, though I doubt anyone was planning that)