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

[Amer]

Nat had been forced to relocate her hold on Korim when he started undergoing various spasms of defense. Now she had a double-handed death grip on his left wrist.
There had been no fleeing and corresponding hot pursuits, which was quite disappointing. But even though the newcomers had made significant retreats, they were still not to be trusted.
Until a raspberry was emitted.
Aha! Sound effects! Now that Nat could compete with!
So she wagged her tongue at Hana and gave a very professional roc screech.

“Well, I’m going to head back to the main room, if that’s okay with you all,” Korim said, standing up and unpeeling Nat’s hand awkwardly. He backed out of the room then ran down the hall into the main room, hoping he could escape that nightmare.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hana pouted, “Ergh fine...” she mumbled, resigning from her and Nat’s face making competition. She turned away from Korim and Nat and started making her way out of the room in a drunken wobble, feeling Aella’s grip around her arm to prevent her from landing on her face. She carried along her boot, completely lopsided without it on, which she found humorous. “I look.. so stupid...” she snickered.

(my creative mode is saying no ❤ right now)
Aella carefully led her down the hallway, laughing softly at her comment. "You kind of do." She told her, keeping a tight hold onto her arm in case she tripped over her lopsided feet. She led her into one of the empty rooms, lighting up the palm of her hand to make some light to see. Kicking the door open, she gently sat Hana on the bed, prying the boot out of her hand. "Give me your other boot," she told her, setting her boot beside the bed.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

(my creative mode is saying no ❤ right now)
Aella carefully led her down the hallway, laughing softly at her comment. "You kind of do." She told her, keeping a tight hold onto her arm in case she tripped over her lopsided feet. She led her into one of the empty rooms, lighting up the palm of her hand to make some light to see. Kicking the door open, she gently sat Hana on the bed, prying the boot out of her hand. "Give me your other boot," she told her, setting her boot beside the bed.

Hana willingfully obliged to Aella’s request and slouched over to untie her single boot and hand it over to her. Afterwards she just tossed her arms and flopped back onto the bed dramatically. Her eyes fluttered closed but was still conscious “Are we having a sleepoverrr?” she asked enthusiastically, curling up into a fetal position.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hana willingfully obliged to Aella’s request and slouched over to untie her single boot and hand it over to her. Afterwards she just tossed her arms and flopped back onto the bed dramatically. Her eyes fluttered closed but was still conscious “Are we having a sleepoverrr?” she asked enthusiastically, curling up into a fetal position.

Aella dropped the boots beside the bed, shaking her head at Hana's question. "No. You're gonna go to sleep, though, okay? You need rest." Actually, it was just an excuse to escape the drunk girl. She hated dealing with drunk people, and Hana was no exception. She pulled the covers over Hana, making sure the girl wouldn't fall out of the bed. "Night, Hana."

 

[Rose Quartz]

@Amer (I have lost the quote )

A happy smile spread across Kipp's face, and he grabbed her hand. Leading Cam over to the group of men who were stomping, and singing, and carrying on. He'd had to suffer through years of dance, and now he'd actually have a use for it. He raised her hand up in his, bowing to her with a giant grin.

 

[Amer]

@Amer (I have lost the quote )

A happy smile spread across Kipp's face, and he grabbed her hand. Leading Cam over to the group of men who were stomping, and singing, and carrying on. He'd had to suffer through years of dance, and now he'd actually have a use for it. He raised her hand up in his, bowing to her with a giant grin.

Cam giggled awkwardly, not sure whether or not to bow back. She decided on a curtsey, though it was odd with the pants.
“I don’t exactly know how to dance like this,” she admitted.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Cam giggled awkwardly, not sure whether or not to bow back. She decided on a curtsey, though it was odd with the pants.
“I don’t exactly know how to dance like this,” she admitted.

Kipp shook his head dismissing her concern. "It won't matter." He said, looping his elbow around her arm, and swinging them around. "No one here knows how it's supposed to go."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Aella dropped the boots beside the bed, shaking her head at Hana's question. "No. You're gonna go to sleep, though, okay? You need rest." Actually, it was just an excuse to escape the drunk girl. She hated dealing with drunk people, and Hana was no exception. She pulled the covers over Hana, making sure the girl wouldn't fall out of the bed. "Night, Hana."

Hana gave a soft sad whine at Aella’s denial of a sleepover, but accepted that she did need to go to sleep like Aella said. She slightly opened her eyes to watch her caretaker leave, a small smile forming as she did, “Goodnight Fuji.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Aella closed the door behind her, instantly leaning on the doorframe. Another migraine was pounding through her skull, a mixture from alcohol, loud noise and overall just dealing with Hana. She was by no means the worst drunk person she had to take care of, but with the memories she had affiliated with people and too much alcohol never made it easy.
Pushing off the doorframe, she made her way back into the main room, grimancing against the harsh music. Music was something she could never tire of, the rhythm, the beats, the voices. It was something that could keep her occupied for hours if need be, but the noise made her migraine spike higher.
Her gaze flickered around the room, falling on each person in turn, but she didn't find the face she was searching for. It wasn't like she was going to talk to kids, they were all doing other things away. Blair and Take were conveniently missing, not that she liked them anyway. Kevin was unoccupied, but she barely knew him, and it would take far too much energy to converse with someone she didn't know.
So, she kept moving, past the bar, past the pretty blonde that tried to hand her another mug, and headed out the door. No, she didn't know where she was going, but she could only hope she'd find who she was looking for. The moment she stepped outside was like a sudden relief. Though she still heard noise, it was nowhere near as loud as was.
Light drifted through the window, blanketing the grass, but she still harnessed a flame in one hand. And there on the grass, she found who she was looking for. Ciro and the bundle of her fur beside him.
She dropped down with a thud beside him, staring out into the town. The silence was better then speaking, since she currently did not have the mental capacity to form any conversation starter, and so she sat quietly beside him, tossing a flame between her hands and along her fingertips, watching in fascination of her own power.

 

[Amer]

Kipp shook his head dismissing her concern. "It won't matter." He said, looping his elbow around her arm, and swinging them around. "No one here knows how it's s to go."

“Good point,” Cam said, giggling when he spun her around. Something about the atmosphere, the music, the dim lighting, the coolness of the air... it made her feel like she had enough energy to run a marathon. She grinned and spun Kipp around like an uno reverse.


(So when are these people going to order dinner? When are the Borealans+kids and group going to split)

“Really? Do Rugæn guides not exist anymore?” Korim asked, looking up at the men towering around him. They all looked like they were trying to send messages of condolences with their eyes. Those are brave little strangers, but they’re also quite dead. Korim heaved a sigh of annoyance, and only after his expression of exasperation did one finally speak.
“A guide?” Yeah, that’s what I asked about, didn’t I? Thought Korim. And all I got were negations. The man who spoke pale yellow eyes that glowed in the dark corner where he was standing. He had a raspy voice that increased in volume dramatically to punctuate random points like he was telling his favorite story. He leaned into the light a bit more and his face was a bit less intimidating, but he only leaned to apply physical contact, which seemed to be something the Rugæ enjoyed. He clasped a hand on his shoulder, shook Korim a bit, and said, “There’s only one person you could trust with that kind of a responsibility and that would be Armon. He never talks. But he’s loyal, and he’s the sort who can always find you a way out of a scrape, and he knows his directions perfectly. He’s a pathfinder. You’re fortunate he’s here today. Most, he’d be trekking them mountains, am I right?”
Korim didn’t know if the man was right, but he nodded anyways. “Where do I find this Armon?” he asked, searching the group of men.
The talkative man pointed at a table where one hulking form sat alone with a mug clasped in his dark hands. He was silent for a moment, to let the picture sink into Korim’s mind. “He doesn’t talk. But he works for pay. Or maybe thrill or maybe... he has some idea of kindness. He just enjoys his abilities being of use.”

Rylie proudly showed a pair of non-feline-eating house rodents to the nice old lady. She seemed very happy about it and cooed at him and petted him, though not under the chin like he liked it. Probably wanting a useful little beast like him around her inn. Once he was satisfied with her pleasure, Rylie met his revolting daily requirements for bones, fur, and organs.
Kyle ate his carbs some distance away. He hated watching Rylie eat.
Of course this was the point where the “nice”elderly lady invaded personal space and preened over how “adorable” -or whatever the Portsmoth word for it was- that a miniature human was.
But, having met Cam and other people of her sort, Kyle tolerated it calmly.