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.
Minktail bursts through the door, her arms overflowing with a bunch of objects.
“Now that Thanksgiving is over, IT’S HOLIDAY SPIRIT TIME!!!” She yells excitedly.
“Here’s a Christmas tree- a menorah- a kinara- a Yule altar- a star-shaped piñata- and a little red ox statue! Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Winter Solstice, Feliz Los Posadas, and Happy Chinese New Year!” She says happily, placing the objects around. She hangs some silver tinsel and multi-colored streamers around the room, handing out assorted sweet treats as she goes.
“That’s quite a bit of stuff…” Windpaw says. “But you forgot cotton candy day, pastry day, brownie day, ice cream day, salesperson day, cupcake day, monkey day, chocolate covered anything day, maple syrup day,” Windpaw continues to drone on about December holidays.
“And when you got to January, you also forgot Cheese Lover’s Day on 20/1,” the mozzarella adds as she hops down from the old bar stool.
Minktail stares for a moment, bewildered. “I HAVE TO GO GET MORE THINGS!” She yells, rushing out the door. She comes back a moment later, setting a huge armload of stuff down. “Okay, here we go- some cotton candy, a big box of assorted pastries, some freshly-baked brownies, ice cream sundaes for everyone, an actual, live salesperson- please don’t ask where they came from- a bunch of cupcakes, a monkey- again, please don’t question- about 90 bottles of chocolate sauce for all of your chocolate-covering needs, and a gallon of maple syrup! Oh, and a couple hundred cheese platters. Please refrain from eating them in front of Aster,” she finishes with a wink, out of breath. The salesperson looks around, confused as to why they’re in a room full of talking cats and a sentient ball of mozzarella, and the monkey swings from the tinsel around the room.
Poppypaw accepts a piece of chocolate from Mink while smiling. “You couldn’t have waited till December 1st?” she asks teasingly.
Minktail grins. “Neverrrr!” She mews, laughing evilly.
“Joyeux Noël!!” Aquila mews, wishing it would be Christmas sooner…
“God Jul!” Responds Minktail, grinning and placing a Santa hat on Aquila’s head.
Aquila grins happily at Minktail. “I put my Christmas tree up on the 29th November this year!” she yells, not caring how badly people judge her for it.
“My family put ours up today.” Poppypaw states,laughing as Mink runs out of the Hazelpage to get more decorations,
“Awesome!!!!” Aquila yowls, “My family always does it at the weekend because we never have enough time on weekdays!”
Redblaze stares and looks at her single advent calendar dejectedly.
Minktail looks over, frowning. “Are you alright, Redblaze? Can I get you anything- or did I forget a holiday? I can go grab some more things, if you want!” She offers, smiling.
Redblaze looks up “No I just realised it’s Ferrero Rocher so I’m set!” She mews
“That chocolate, though,” Aquila howls with laughter, “If you can even call it chocolate!! 100% cocoa with no added sugar and 100% disgusting for sureeeee”
Flower grinned, “Do you have any biscotti? My great grandpa used to give us them every year!”
Minktail winked, handing Flowerpaw a plate of biscotti. “Of course! Here you go!” She purrs. “My family makes biscotti every year, too- and Italian rainbow cookies,” she says with a grin.
“YES,” Flower yelped, “Your family knows what’s up!!!”
“All right.” Windpaw prepares to make a wormhole eagerly as he talks. “We have black holes. We have black magic. We will soon have…….. A WORMHOLE!” He sets a timer for 10 minutes. “When this beeps, the wormhole will be complete!”
Redblaze blinks several times
“Can I throw a pie in the wormhole once it’s done?” Poppypaw asks seriously.
“There’s no shortage of pies,” Slatepaw mewed. “But why would you waste a perfectly good pie in a wormhole? and where would it end up after going through the wormhole?”
“I don’t like pie.” Poppypaw answered. “And does anyone really know where things in wormholes go?”
“Whatever parallel universe you want it to head,” said Raven, turning into a cosmodog and opening a wormhole. She then grabs a Snowkit and threw it into the wormhole directing to an AU where he lives.
“Nice.” Poppypaw said as she ordered a pie and jumped in the wormhole.
Completing the wormhole, Windpaw jumps through. “Good-Bye! Come in!” He disappears
Flower jumps in without hesitation and looks around, “Well this is disappointing, I was hoping there would be more chaos.”
“There’s no chaos because today’s national personal space day”, Windpaw explained. “You may see some mousses flying around, though.”
“Tomorrow is National day without art,” Flower said sadly, “I don’t know how I will live. Will it be chaotic tomorrow?” Flower asked knowing that would be the only way she’d survive.
A large amount of Christmas lights begins circling around the wormhole, flinging shards of glass about as it goes. “I belive this answers your question?,” Windpaw asks.
Flower grins, “YuP, I might just float here until the day ends!” She grabs a strand of christmas lights and started wrapping them around herself,”Should I cover my head or should that be the only thing not covered in lights?”
“Alternate hour by hour!”
Poppypaw bumped into Windpaw and jumped back. “Sorry,” she mewed. “I’m trying to not get hit by flying Christmas lights.”
“Okay, time for my head to be unwrapped,” Flower said after an hour, taking off the lights on her head.
Raven turns into an raven and sits on a milkshake. Then she starts actually drinking the milkshake with a straw.
Pear casually steals the milkshake.
Maple casually gives milkshake back to raven
Flower casually takes out ten milkshakes, “I’m a problem solver!” She said proudly even though it took her ten hours to decide whether she should still Raven’s milkshake or give everyone a milkshake.
Oakpaw sits before a computer waiting for Blogchat to open up.
After a few sunrises, Oakpaw gives up and goes to the Hazelpage, wanting somebody to chat with.
“HI oakpaw!” Flower said coming out of the kitchen, “There’s a wormhole in the back if ya wanna join!” She smiled and continued, “I almost gave away half my soul but then we found two blobfish!”
“Okay, I’m coming!”,replied Oakpaw.
Oakpaw then grabs another a bag of chips and heads for the wormhole.
“You too?” Redblaze mews sympathetically.
“Yeah.”, Oakpaw yelled from inside the wormhole.
Pear sees a match and ominously looks at her textbook.
Windpaw jumps out of the wormhole, sees Pear holding a match, and jumps back in.
“Pear don’t even think about it,” Stormflame tells her.
“PEAR DON’T DO IT,” Flower shrieked.
Poppypaw sticks her head out and looked at Pear seriously. “Don’t set anything on fire,Pear.” She then disappeared back into the wormhole.
Rabbitflame steals the match and procceeds to grill some fruit.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Frost shrieked. “WHO TOOK MY NEW FLAMETHROWER?!??!”
“EVERYBODY LOOK FOR FROST’S FLAMETHROWER!!” Slatepaw leaps up energetically and starts dashing around the Hazelpage, looking under couches, chairs, and even the giant mozzarella wheel. “Oop — found it!” she said enthusiastically. “it was behind the trash can. Whoever thought to put it there though?”
Oakpaw shrugs
“Oh… That was me,” Stormflame says avoiding Frost’s glare.
Flower slouched down, “I thought was a pretty good hiding place…”
”Uhhh…not me???” Rosettestream meows in a totally un-suspicious manner
“Hmmm.”
Flamey walks in. “Can I have…..” she does a quick head count of the people behind her. “1,523 expressos and a vanilla cream frappichino?” She sits on a bar stool and flicks a napkin onto her lap. “The drinks are all for me, by the way.”
Flower makes 1,523 expressos and a vanilla cream frappuccino, she handed Flamey the frappuccino and hoped she wouldn’t notice that she hide 1523 expressos under the counter.
Famey chugged her frappucchino before grabbing 500 of the expressos. “You can not fool me!” She shouts before chugging 8 of them and running around the Hazelpage.
Topazkit walks into the Hazelpage. She had never been here before. ” 20 cups of green tea and some dark chocolate please.” She tips her yellow fedora that she bought exactly for this moment. She sat down on a stool and thought ” I should’ve brought my Rocket launcher. Oh well.”
The requested food items were placed on the counter, with the cups stacked in a pyramid formation. “That’ll be 50 pixels!”
Topazkit brings out her wallet that’s shaped like a rocket launcher and put the money on the counter.
😮 expensive
“Just like my fedora” Topazkit said
Windpaw jumps out of the wormhole. “Happy national mutt day, everybody!” A large amount of mutts rush into the Hazelpage out of the wormhole.
“YAY! MUTS!” Flower yelped, “I’M ALLERGIC, BUT MY PERSONA ISN’T!!!!!!!!!!!”
She picked up a mut and hugged it.
Maple contra dances in and plops herself down on a stool. “HEY EVERYBODY!” She screams. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”
She hopes this page is soundproof. She is also talking in the third person because that’s what everyone else is doing.
“CHAOS! DESTRUCTION! FUNNNNN!” Aquila screams back happy to be able to yell as loud as she likes!
Duskblaze casually walks in carrying an Advent Wreath. She sets it down and lights the first candle. “I don’t believe in God,” they say to no one, “But I think it looks pretty so here ya’ go” He then sits down, pulls out her math homework, and tries to remember how to do GCF’s and LCM’s.
Topazkit walks up to Duskblaze and looks at their homework. “LCM often has to do with skip counting.” She pulls a piece of paper and a pencil out of the air, and writes down a chart which she starts skip counting on. Like a math teacher, continues to rumble on about GCF’s and LCM’s, not even sure if duskblaze is listening.
Cinderpaw sits next to them. “Do you need help with your homework? I’m great at that!” She says enthusiastically.
Flower stood up on a table and cleared her throat, “OKAY, HOLIDAY TRIVIA. In Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol,” what was Mr. Scrooge’s first name?”
bob
Duskblaze looks over and meows, “Something like…. Ebenezer Scrooge?”
No idea if I spelled that right ))
“Ebezener.” Says Wolli, unfazed. “I’ve read that book hundreds of times. It’s one of his best.” Willowpaw proceeds to yowl in pain
“Ebenezer Scrooge!” Windpaw yells from the wormhole, “Have a cookie”
“Awe man, you all got it correct,” Flower said taking the cookie from windpaw and eating it whole.
“Have you noticed that saying you lazy is being lazy. Because it’s an excuse.
“Can you hand me the remote?”
“Nope, too lazy.”
I hope the makes sense,” Flower laughed, “Because it did in my head.”