The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

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Rose Quartz said:
Tabner looked the boy up and down, taken aback by his defensive posture. "Get him out of here. I don't need grubby little paws all over my stuff." He said to Kipp waving a crooked finger at the little kid. He clicked his tongue picking up the jacket that had a tiny smudge on it, that most likely only he could see.



And shot a glare at Take who was suspiciously close to the wall of fabrics. "Whatever you're buying this will be paid by you as well. I can't possibly sell it now that it's been destroyed by that child." He said with a disgusted sneer.



Tabner took the little bird from Korim, and took the shining rock from one of the lanterns holding it close to the red bird.

Instead of shining purple in the blue light like a glass replica would, the tiny bird glowed bright red.
"Ah I see..." He peered up at Korim with an irritated sour look on his face. "What exactly are you looking for?"
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(his abilities are clearly seeing tiny imperfections that everyone else would have overlooked)
“Kipp, this old guy wants you to take Alex out.”
Korim wasn’t sure how to let it down lightly so he said hopefully, “Custom clothes for everyone... by tomorrow?” Hopefully he had fairies. Those usually sped up the process. “And one of the children needs shoes. It would be nice if you told us where a cobbler is.” (Grandkid who outgrew them magically emerges?)
 
Cam was rebraiding her wet locks and following Rylie, with tiny Kyle on his back, his fluff of hair in little spikes, pretending to lead them.
Cam knew warm water smoothed some of her curls, which is why she had to take advantage and braid her hair before it was springy as ever.
She looked jealously at Take. He was already dry, of course. But he didn’t seem as happy as he should have been. The tailor had accomplished the impossible task of confining him in a shirt.
It gave her a wave of nostalgia to remember the druid robe he had worn in the cave in September.
 
Korim was ambling along in a moment of bliss, still happy from the sensation of warm water on his skin. He saw a sign in the shape of a griffin, carved with the characters “The Sleepy Griffin.” Well, it says sleepy, he thought. This described at least one of his companions.
 
He felt remarkably better, after not only being healed, but also, getting to sit in a hot bath and scrub all the filth off. He likely looked a bit like a drowned rat, his hair matted down to his head and his feathers still wet and clinging to each other. Thankfully the clothing shop guy had had a few things for winged people already made and just hanging around his shop, so he didn't have to put his nasty clothes back on. He'd 'accidentally' left them behind, in what he guessed was a laundry hamper, there were other used looking towels in there. He didn't much care what happened to his clothes they were pretty well ruined anyway.

The soft green shirt and undyed pants were warm enough for now, and extremely comfortable. Both were made of some kind of leather that seemed almost like sheep hide, which back home would have cost an arm and a leg, but the shop owner here didn't seem to mind. As cranky as he was about people touching his things, when he did sell you things he had a way of making it seem like it was gift. He probably put a lot of effort into the clothes he made.

Kipp desperately wanted to pop up next to Cam and say hi... But more likely than happy to see him, she'd be freaked out that he constantly kept appearing out of nowhere, so he thought better of it. Instead grinning at Fred ( @Butterscotchbitesfinger ) who happened to be walking next him. It was remarkable how much better he felt when his ribs weren't aching with every breath. The other injuries being gone just made it that much better.
 
“I think this might be a good start,” Korim said, pushing through the door. The room inside had a low ceiling and was dark and musty. Men hunched over frothy mugs around round tables, barking and jostling one another. The innkeeper stood behind the bar, staring boredly into the distance. “Come on in and enjoy the Rugæn hospitality!” He shouted from inside the doorway.
 
Rose Quartz said:
He felt remarkably better, after not only being healed, but also, getting to sit in a hot bath and scrub all the filth off. He likely looked a bit like a drowned rat, his hair matted down to his head and his feathers still wet and clinging to each other. Thankfully the clothing shop guy had had a few things for winged people already made and just hanging around his shop, so he didn't have to put his nasty clothes back on. He'd 'accidentally' left them behind, in what he guessed was a laundry hamper, there were other used looking towels in there. He didn't much care what happened to his clothes they were pretty well ruined anyway.

The soft green shirt and undyed pants were warm enough for now, and extremely comfortable. Both were made of some kind of leather that seemed almost like sheep hide, which back home would have cost an arm and a leg, but the shop owner here didn't seem to mind. As cranky as he was about people touching his things, when he did sell you things he had a way of making it seem like it was gift. He probably put a lot of effort into the clothes he made.

Kipp desperately wanted to pop up next to Cam and say hi... But more likely than happy to see him, she'd be freaked out that he constantly kept appearing out of nowhere, so he thought better of it. Instead grinning at Fred ( @Butterscotchbitesfinger ) who happened to be walking next him. It was remarkable how much better he felt when his ribs weren't aching with every breath. The other injuries being gone just made it that much better.
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“Hey Kipp” Fred was dressed in a shirt and a pair of long pants, he took in Kipps wet hair and chuckled to himself quietly
 
Take felt completely rejuvenated after his bath, almost like a whole new man that you wouldn’t have thought had spent days inside a literal prison. Of course it didn’t take long for him to dry up, and his hair stood up in a crazed manner. He took his palm and flattened it, still unaccustomed to his extremely short hair. Although its short length was easy to manage, and he didn’t have to worry about parting it into bangs– which he usually desired for Blair to do for him. It was one of the more tender acts that she did for him, and he missed it greatly. He was no longer in his dirtied, unsalvagable clothes from before, and was in the shirt and pants the old man provided. (Take had Korim wash his undies and socks as per their agreement) The process of getting Take in a shirt would have gone a whole lot smoother if he hadn’t fussed and bickered with the old man the entire time, but now he calmly walked about in the ivory colored shirt and dark grey pants. He noticed Cam alongside him, braiding her wet curly hair. The braids she completed looked pretty cool and he wondered if Blair was capable of the skill as well.
 

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