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

[Rose Quartz]

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

(^u^ BYC is plotting against you. It does this often in may different ways.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

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

(I edited mine too. )

 

[Rose Quartz]

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.”)

"Uhhh, reserve?" He looked the grey haired elf-dwarf guy up and down, his questioning gaze turning to the rest of the crowd that had entered the room. "We have, rooms. They're a bit," He paused to think about what word would fit. "used, at the moment." He stopped again to count the number of people who'd come in. It looked to be approximately twenty adults, plus several children, and their pets. "Looks like you'll need more space than just a few rooms. I'll show you what we have, but If you'll wait for closing I can set you up in the main room here."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

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.”)

"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.

Hana expelled a gentle sigh, hoping Korim would help out. She slumped in her seat, glaring at the men who occasionally glanced at the group. The men didn’t know what to make of the masked individual so they put their attention elsewhere. She suddenly looked at Take who suspended himself off the bar counter and made his way towards a round table full of rowdy men. This doesn’t look quite well...

Takes eyes widened when Blair went along with his idea of going bald. I was joking. He turned his attention to her when she became disgruntled about the men who where giving her and the group peculiar looks. “I’ll be back alright?” he whispered to her before disappearing from her side to engage with a table of men. The Rugæ men glanced up from their mugs to look at the pink haired man that held an awful smirk. Take pulled up a chair and joined their table, not caring about the mass of confused looks. He noticed they had been playing a form of Russian roulette with a thick 5-inch dagger and couldn’t help but join in on their game. With the scattered coins in the middle, they were obviously gambling. Obnoxiously, Take snatched the dagger and a mug from the man next to him to take a quick sip of the bitter alcohol. This caused for the men to start howling and yelling at him, but Take only snapped back even louder. “Shut up you old perverts! I’m gonna win this stupid game and you’re all going to give me more of these!” he threw his arms about, pointed directly at the mug then at himself, and waved away the money on the table like a poor game of charades. This silenced the men and looked upon Take with curiosity. Take slammed his hand on the table, nearly making it topple and started jamming the blade in between the spaces of his fingers vigorously as he stared down each man at the table. The men watched on with awe, until a man with a few missing fingers shouted at Take in Borealean to cover his eyes and lifted a hand up to his own eyes. Willfully, Take obliged and squeezed all three eyes shut, his confident beam never fading as he kept on with the dangerous activity, even so far as going as making the spaces tighter. The drunken men watched on with excitement and began cheering when Take ultimately stopped and opened up his eyes. The missing fingers man jumped up from his seat and hollered at the barman to give everyone a round of drinks.

 

[Amer]

"Uhhh, reserve?" He looked the grey haired elf-dwarf guy up and down, his questioning gaze turning to the rest of the crowd that had entered the room. "We have, rooms. They're a bit," He paused to think about what word would fit. "used, at the moment." He stopped again to count the number of people who'd come in. It looked to be approximately twenty adults, plus several children, and their pets. "Looks like you'll need more space than just a few rooms. I'll show you what we have, but If you'll wait for closing I can set you up in the main room here."

(Korim’s vocab has the limit of my own, lol.)
“If you think that’s necessary,” Korim shrugged. He glanced around the firelit main room. “Do you often get visitors?”

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Korim’s vocab has the limit of my own, lol.)
“If you think that’s necessary,” Korim shrugged. He glanced around the firelit main room. “Do you often get visitors?”

"Y-yes. Quite necessary. No we don't often have a giant crowd of," He waved at the group, trying to find the right word to describe them. His eyes darting between the boy carrying what looked to be a direwolf, to the vulpine, then to the Harpy, and the little person riding a cat. "What ever this is. You're obviously not related." He would have said misfits but that might've come across as insulting.

He automatically poured Hana a drink since she was sat at the counter, very distracted by Take sitting at a table of regulars and bellowing foreign words. Stealing their drink, and taking their weapon. If not for the enthusiastic cheering that started shortly after, he would have thought he was trying to incite a brawl. "Perhaps I can have Thelma show you the rooms we have, and then we can sort things out after that." He suggested, hoping most of them would follow out of the main room so he could keep track of what was going on. "THELA! PETRE! VIES!" He yelled, calling several of his employees over. "Thela, he said sweetly to an older woman, would you kindly show these folks to a room." She gave him a confused looked but he continued talking before she could ask. "Petre go with her and start clearing stuff out." He said to a dark haired skinny boy who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. "Vies, take over their tables." The younger girl who had a colorful many layered skirt on dipped a quick curtsy, and started filling drinks for everyone, including all of the new people since the people at Take's table had just yelled for a full round.

 

[Rose Quartz]

( Everyone gets a drink shoved in their hand by young pretty girl. XD)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hana expelled a gentle sigh, hoping Korim would help out. She slumped in her seat, glaring at the men who occasionally glanced at the group. The men didn’t know what to make of the masked individual so they put their attention elsewhere. She suddenly looked at Take who suspended himself off the bar counter and made his way towards a round table full of rowdy men. This doesn’t look quite well...

Takes eyes widened when Blair went along with his idea of going bald. I was joking. He turned his attention to her when she became disgruntled about the men who where giving her and the group peculiar looks. “I’ll be back alright?” he whispered to her before disappearing from her side to engage with a table of men. The Rugæ men glanced up from their mugs to look at the pink haired man that held an awful smirk. Take pulled up a chair and joined their table, not caring about the mass of confused looks. He noticed they had been playing a form of Russian roulette with a thick 5-inch dagger and couldn’t help but join in on their game. With the scattered coins in the middle, they were obviously gambling. Obnoxiously, Take snatched the dagger and a mug from the man next to him to take a quick sip of the bitter alcohol. This caused for the men to start howling and yelling at him, but Take only snapped back even louder. “Shut up you old perverts! I’m gonna win this stupid game and you’re all going to give me more of these!” he threw his arms about, pointed directly at the mug then at himself, and waved away the money on the table like a poor game of charades. This silenced the men and looked upon Take with curiosity. Take slammed his hand on the table, nearly making it topple and started jamming the blade in between the spaces of his fingers vigorously as he stared down each man at the table. The men watched on with awe, until a man with a few missing fingers shouted at Take in Borealean to cover his eyes and lifted a hand up to his own eyes. Willfully, Take obliged and squeezed all three eyes shut, his confident beam never fading as he kept on with the dangerous activity, even so far as going as making the spaces tighter. The drunken men watched on with excitement and began cheering when Take ultimately stopped and opened up his eyes. The missing fingers man jumped up from his seat and hollered at the barman to give everyone a round of drinks.

"Y-yes. Quite necessary. No we don't often have a giant crowd of," He waved at the group, trying to find the right word to describe them. His eyes darting between the boy carrying what looked to be a direwolf, to the vulpine, then to the Harpy, and the little person riding a cat. "What ever this is. You're obviously not related." He would have said misfits but that might've come across as insulting.

He automatically poured Hana a drink since she was sat at the counter, very distracted by Take sitting at a table of regulars and bellowing foreign words. Stealing their drink, and taking their weapon. If not for the enthusiastic cheering that started shortly after, he would have thought he was trying to incite a brawl. "Perhaps I can have Thelma show you the rooms we have, and then we can sort things out after that." He suggested, hoping most of them would follow out of the main room so he could keep track of what was going on. "THELA! PETRE! VIES!" He yelled, calling several of his employees over. "Thela, he said sweetly to an older woman, would you kindly show these folks to a room." She gave him a confused looked but he continued talking before she could ask. "Petre go with her and start clearing stuff out." He said to a dark haired skinny boy who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. "Vies, take over their tables." The younger girl who had a colorful many layered skirt on dipped a quick curtsy, and started filling drinks for everyone, including all of the new people since the people at Take's table had just yelled for a full round.

Blair hopped onto the stool beside Hana, watching Take head over to the group of men. She leaned on the bar, her eyes tracing ever movement of the dagger, her adrenaline racing even though she wasn't the one doing it, especially when he did it faster, shutting his eyes. Each time the dagger came down, she was sure it would hit one of his fingers, until finally he stopped, and the obnoxiously loud cheering ensued.
She directed her attention away from Take finally when a pretty girl handed her a drink. "Thank you," she grinned, proud she had remembered to say it properly. She sat back, watching the chaos of people around her, but keeping a half an eye on the sun out of the window.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

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 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.

Fred snorted rolling his eyes “yeah I guess we know who each other are but seriously if your going to tease me just tease me so I can get what your trying to say”

 

[Amer]

"Y-yes. Quite necessary. No we don't often have a giant crowd of," He waved at the group, trying to find the right word to describe them. His eyes darting between the boy carrying what looked to be a direwolf, to the vulpine, then to the Harpy, and the little person riding a cat. "What ever this is. You're obviously not related." He would have said misfits but that might've come across as insulting.

He automatically poured Hana a drink since she was sat at the counter, very distracted by Take sitting at a table of regulars and bellowing foreign words. Stealing their drink, and taking their weapon. If not for the enthusiastic cheering that started shortly after, he would have thought he was trying to incite a brawl. "Perhaps I can have Thelma show you the rooms we have, and then we can sort things out after that." He suggested, hoping most of them would follow out of the main room so he could keep track of what was going on. "THELA! PETRE! VIES!" He yelled, calling several of his employees over. "Thela, he said sweetly to an older woman, would you kindly show these folks to a room." She gave him a confused looked but he continued talking before she could ask. "Petre go with her and start clearing stuff out." He said to a dark haired skinny boy who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here. "Vies, take over their tables." The younger girl who had a colorful many layered skirt on dipped a quick curtsy, and started filling drinks for everyone, including all of the new people since the people at Take's table had just yelled for a full round.

“Oh, thank you,” Korim said, holding the mug the girl gave her.
Cam curled her lip at the mug of frothy liquid now in her hands and began scanning the room for a convenient sink to discreetly pour her drink in.
“He wants us to follow us to his rooms,” Korim explained, following the innkeeper.
Cam was so eager to follow him that she “tripped” and spilled her drink on the ground. “Oops.” She muttered, not sounding sorry.