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

[Rose Quartz]

“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

"Hi." He said with a mischievous glint. "You know, it looks like you might have a cling on." He whispered nodding toward Chion who hadn't left his side since the day had started, except when they all had split up to get baths.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Blair bent over, attempting to confine the wild mess of curls she had for hair in a pony tail. Typically she would have it straightened and put together, but it seemed that wasn't an option in Borealis, so she would have to deal with it. She flattened her ivory pants and dark green shirt, which where slighty to large for her, seeing as they were mens clothing. It appeared that Borealis wanted women to where dresses, and nothing but.
Not that she would listen to that. She wouldn't allow herself to be forced into such clothing by and outdated 'rule'.
The bath she had taken had been much needed, however. Any injuries she had sustained had been completely healed, but had left behind dried blood that she had found rather disgusting, but she was much clearer now.
As she entered the bar, she saw Take, and she grinned, heading over towards him. "You look much better," she commented, though frowning when she saw out raggedly cut is hair was, reaching up and messing the hairs that stuck up. "That isn't going to grow out very nice, though."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

“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.

Hana glanced around the tavern, seeing the men with their mugs nearly overflowing with froth. Alcohol? I wonder how it is here.. After washing up and wearing a new outfit of oversized men’s clothing, it made her feel much more comfortable and lighter. (Although she still preferred to wear her mask) She found a seat at the bar, which was mostly unoccupied in comparison to the round tables that were full off boisterous men. Hana turned in her seat towards the group, “Anyone want to have a drink?” she asked casually, eyeing the adults of the group. Adults being those who were exceptionally taller than herself. She made sure to add, “We’ll behave” to assure Korim of any mischief that may occur. Although it was definitely not guaranteed.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Kevin stepped out of the bath with a sigh, squeezing the water out of his hair. The dull ache in his muscles was soothed by the warm water, and had it not gotten cold, he never would have left.
He dried himself off to the best of his capabilities, pleased to no longer smell like sweat and blood, before tugging on a pair of tight brown pants. He silently cursed the Rugæ people for being shorter than him, the leather sticking uncomfortably to his damp skin.
Finding his white, puffy-sleeved shirt, he pulled it over his head, lacing up the plunging v-line in the front.
He tucked his new over shirt in his backpack, along with his flannel—the only item of clothing from home he couldn’t bare to part with—and collected his necklace.
He tied his rings to his neck, before raking his fingertips through his hair as he glanced in the mirror. He knew he would eventually have to tie it up again, but for now he enjoyed the closeted gay prince look it gave him.
Kevin knelt down, pulling on his shoes and then fastening his belt. Collecting the rest of his stuff, he entered the bar, eyeing the seats full of mostly men. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to find the rest of his companions.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Blair bent over, attempting to confine the wild mess of curls she had for hair in a pony tail. Typically she would have it straightened and put together, but it seemed that wasn't an option in Borealis, so she would have to deal with it. She flattened her ivory pants and dark green shirt, which where slighty to large for her, seeing as they were mens clothing. It appeared that Borealis wanted women to where dresses, and nothing but.
Not that she would listen to that. She wouldn't allow herself to be forced into such clothing by and outdated 'rule'.
The bath she had taken had been much needed, however. Any injuries she had sustained had been completely healed, but had left behind dried blood that she had found rather disgusting, but she was much clearer now.
As she entered the bar, she saw Take, and she grinned, heading over towards him. "You look much better," she commented, though frowning when she saw out raggedly cut is hair was, reaching up and messing the hairs that stuck up. "That isn't going to grow out very nice, though."

Take was leaned up against the bar counter, a grin of his own crept on his face when he saw Blair. “You look better too” he returned, not caring that she wore men’s clothing. Although he couldn’t help but imagine Blair in a dress. He rested his cheek on his shoulder, eyeing her bare neck she tousled his hair. “I should go bald then.” he snorted, taking his eyes away from her neck to glance at Hana, who suggested if anyone wanted to have a drink. “Why not?” he shrugged, willing to give it a try.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"Hi." He said with a mischievous glint. "You know, it looks like you might have a cling on." He whispered nodding toward Chion who hadn't left his side since the day had started, except when they all had split up to get baths.

He grinned “what exactly are you implying?”

 

[Amer]

Hana glanced around the tavern, seeing the men with their mugs nearly overflowing with froth. Alcohol? I wonder how it is here.. After washing up and wearing a new outfit of oversized men’s clothing, it made her feel much more comfortable and lighter. (Although she still preferred to wear her mask) She found a seat at the bar, which was mostly unoccupied in comparison to the round tables that were full off boisterous men. Hana turned in her seat towards the group, “Anyone want to have a drink?” she asked casually, eyeing the adults of the group. Adults being those who were exceptionally taller than herself. She made sure to add, “We’ll behave” to assure Korim of any mischief that may occur. Although it was definitely not guaranteed.

Korim shrugged and waved him off. “Have fun trying to order one,” he said.
Cam wrinkled her nose and smoothed her green tunic at the belt. The men at the tables were staring at the group, and not in a friendly way, in her imaginings.
The tunic was a man’s tunic but it’s feminity was comparable to a sweater dress because it flared at the waist and sleeves. Tan pants finished off the outfit. Cam couldn’t wait to escape the room of smelly men and stares.
Korim was the picture of confidence as he strode to the bar. He looked the innkeeper straight in the eye and said. “Hello, sir, you may not recognize us because we are travelers from the west. Don’t worry, we have means to pay. We would like to reserve some rooms.”
(Someone needs to play the very confused “innkeeper.”)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take was leaned up against the bar counter, a grin of his own crept on his face when he saw Blair. “You look better too” he returned, not caring that she wore men’s clothing. Although he couldn’t help but imagine Blair in a dress. He rested his cheek on his shoulder, eyeing her bare neck she tousled his hair. “I should go bald then.” he snorted, taking his eyes away from her neck to glance at Hana, who suggested if anyone wanted to have a drink. “Why not?” he shrugged, willing to give it a try.

"Probably would grow out better." Blair murmured, shrugging. She glanced at Hana, and nodded. "Not like anyone is going to card us here," she said, looking at the oblivious bartender. Although, she turned quickly when she felt a pair of eyes watching her, sneering when she saw an older, creepy looking man staring at her. Her eyes flashed golden long enough for him to see, and he abruptly looked away from her. Turning back towards Take, she shook her head, muttering under her breath about men.

 

[Rose Quartz]

He grinned “what exactly are you implying?”

Kipp shook his head, pretending he wasn't implying anything.
"You must know each other pretty well, if you can spend all day together without even talking." He said trying to avoid directly teasing him so he could deny it. Teasing was awfully fun though.

They entered the inn following the rest of the group. Kipp immediately feeling uncomfortable with the harsh stares and the smell of old alcohol.

Korim shrugged and waved him off. “Have fun trying to order one,” he said.
Cam wrinkled her nose and smoothed her green tunic at the belt. The men at the tables were staring at the group, and not in a friendly way, in her imaginings.
The tunic was a man’s tunic but it’s feminity was comparable to a sweater dress because it flared at the waist and sleeves. Tan pants finished off the outfit. Cam couldn’t wait to escape the room of smelly men and stares.
Korim was the picture of confidence as he strode to the bar. He looked the innkeeper straight in the eye and said. “Hello, sir, you may not recognize us because we are travelers from the west. Don’t worry, we have means to pay. We would like to reserve some rooms.”
(Someone needs to play the very confused “innkeeper.”)

He didn't know what they were doing here since nothing Korim had said about this place had been in english. Take, and Hana seemed interested in getting themselves something to drink. Korim was trying to talk to a very confused looking barkeeper, everyone else was just kind of standing around, and getting glares for being too close to the people who'd been there first.

If there was a word Kipp would use to describe this place, it would be dreary. Why would anyone want to gather in one spot to drink together, but apart? Did being miserable together make them feel better? He never could understand the why people would want to drink either, all it did was make them unpredictable.

An unpredictable Take could be scary. But then again, he was already unpredictable. Kipp didn't know enough about Hana to know how she'd act, but she'd probably just get chatty, maybe whittle a animals into the counter top.

 

[Amer]

Kipp shook his head, pretending he wasn't implying anything.
"You must know each other pretty well, if you can spend all day together without even talking." He said trying to avoid directly teasing him so he could deny it. Teasing was awfully fun though.

They entered the inn following the rest of the group. Kipp immediately feeling uncomfortable with the harsh stares and the smell of old alcohol.



He caught the last bit of what Korim said, though why he said it in English and not the Borealan language was beyond him. Maybe the inn keeper was a translator too, but from the look on his face that didn't seem likely.

(Oh great. I put it in blue but byc reloaded so I rushed to rewrite what was deleted and forgot.)