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

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Rose Quartz said:
"You think I don't know that?" He said coldly. "I'm not stupid." He knew he shouldn't have sat down. He really wasn't in the mood for conversation. He knew getting home was near impossible, but he had to have something to cling to. Why did Cam feel the need to take away the only thing he had left to hope for? Kipp sighed, pushing himself up from the table and looking at some random object in the distance. "I'm..." He was going to lie, and say he had to sleep, but he knew despite how tired he was he wouldn't be able to, and he didn't want to have to confine himself to the bedroom upstairs. "I'm gonna go, track down Take or something."
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While Cam was eating, watching Kipp intently, Kipp just snapped at her shut down, staring moodily into the distance. He was probably trying to be optimistic, she realized. And I just ruined that for him.
When he said he was going to track down Take, Cam thought that was best. She didn’t know how to respond to his change in mood.
“Okay,” she said.
Noah scrambled into the chair that Kipp left vacant.
“You really don’t think we’re going to get home?” he asked. His face was sad and desperate. Any opinion Cam would tell him would become his own at this point.
Cam thought of manufacturing some kind of white lie, telling him everything would be okay. Thousands of replies swirled through her head, but anything positive died on her lips. All that she could manage was the truth. “I don’t know,” she said, propping her elbows on the table, putting her face in her palms.
She’d been so hopeful, but that day caused her to lose her faith in the group. If their wills weren’t strong enough to turn down a drink offered by a pretty blonde, how would they ever hope to face some kind of omniscient shadow force trying to take over Earth?
And now she probably just snuffed out Kipp’s hope and Noah’s hope in one terrible blow.
But Noah was undeterred. A tear made a rebellious debut on his cheek, but he sniffed violently and wiped it away, like he was fighting some kind of battle with his fears. He stood on his chair. His voice was defiant. “Well, I think we’re going to get home! If I can get out of that dungeon, I can get home! That’s that!”
 
Amer said:
While Cam was eating, watching Kipp intently, Kipp just snapped at her shut down, staring moodily into the distance. He was probably trying to be optimistic, she realized. And I just ruined that for him.
When he said he was going to track down Take, Cam thought that was best. She didn’t know how to respond to his change in mood.
“Okay,” she said.
Noah scrambled into the chair that Kipp left vacant.
“You really don’t think we’re going to get home?” he asked. His face was sad and desperate. Any opinion Cam would tell him would become his own at this point.
Cam thought of manufacturing some kind of white lie, telling him everything would be okay. Thousands of replies swirled through her head, but anything positive died on her lips. All that she could manage was the truth. “I don’t know,” she said, propping her elbows on the table, putting her face in her palms.
She’d been so hopeful, but that day caused her to lose her faith in the group. If their wills weren’t strong enough to turn down a drink offered by a pretty blonde, how would they ever hope to face some kind of omniscient shadow force trying to take over Earth?
And now she probably just snuffed out Kipp’s hope and Noah’s hope in one terrible blow.
But Noah was undeterred. A tear made a rebellious debut on his cheek, but he sniffed violently and wiped it away, like he was fighting some kind of battle with his fears. He stood on his chair. His voice was defiant. “Well, I think we’re going to get home! If I can get out of that dungeon, I can get home! That’s that!”
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Kipp sighed at her answer rubbing a hand over his face, frustrated with how moody he was. Why couldn't he just be normal around people? All he could seem to do lately was start fights. He looked around the room, not spotting Take anywhere, or Blair. Emma had been left completely unattended and she didn't look particularly happy, hanging out with Kit. The other kids around the room looked exhausted too. Kipp looked back at Cam who had buried her face in her hands. Noah was standing on his seat declaring his determination to prove Cam wrong.

"Yeah, see?" Kipp said, trying to salvage the broken conversation. "I might not be any good at this, saving people thing. But Noah'll get us home safe." He said wrapping an arm around Noah's shoulders. Trying to feign confidence in his abilities. "I mean, he practically led us out of the mine. He's not scared of anything. Are you Noah?"
 
Rose Quartz said:
Kipp sighed at her answer rubbing a hand over his face, frustrated with how moody he was. Why couldn't he just be normal around people? All he could seem to do lately was start fights. He looked around the room, not spotting Take anywhere, or Blair. Emma had been left completely unattended and she didn't look particularly happy, hanging out with Kit. The other kids around the room looked exhausted too. Kipp looked back at Cam who had buried her face in her hands. Noah was standing on his seat declaring his determination to prove Cam wrong.

"Yeah, see?" Kipp said, trying to salvage the broken conversation. "I might not be any good at this, saving people thing. But Noah'll get us home safe." He said wrapping an arm around Noah's shoulders. Trying to feign confidence in his abilities. "I mean, he practically led us out of the mine. He's not scared of anything. Are you Noah?"
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“No!” Noah said, even though the dark maaaybe scared him a little bit.
Cam laughed. “You’re right, Noah will get us home safe,” she grinned.
 
Cluckcluck1215 said:
Aella wasn't a storyteller. Maybe she could have been at some point— she had enough stories to fill hundreds of pages —yet she had never had anyone to tell such stories. But she could listen.
And listen she did. Almost always silent and still, except for the occasional tilt of her head or narrowing of her eyes when she couldn't quite translate the Spanish he spoke. When his voice cracked, her gaze whipped back around, falling on his face. There was just enough light that she could see the distinct hurt in his face, a violent flash of empathy for him consuming her, entirely unexpected. Or maybe it wasn't as unexpected as she would like to think. She had gotten the feeling Ciro didn't have a father figure present, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she could empathize with that hurt. It was an all too familiar feeling.
"Pride," she repeated softly, shifting closer to him, but not daring to offer a consoling hand. "Pride can be a wonderful thing. But falling into the possession of the wrong person? It can break so many things. Pride and alcohol, though? It's a near deadly mix if I've ever seen one." Her gaze instantly dropped from his face, back to her handful of sizzling flames. "Some people need it, though. Or they think they do. I guess forgetting is better then facing their unfortunete reality. No matter how many people it hurts in the process." And she stopped there.
Because suddenly she realized there was a concerning lack of air in her lungs, and she drew in a long, shuddering breath, swallowing down the rising tears. She looked back at him, and seeing his expression, she was determined to not look away. "You okay, Ciro?"
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Ciro really let himself go now.

Truth be told, he couldn’t stop it if he tried.
He needed to cry. He needed to cry for his sisters, his mother, his friends, his acquaintances, his streets, his neighborhood, his world, and this one too. What was it about all of those people and places that he was crying over? Everything and nothing at all.
But these tears were multifaceted.
They weren't just for him and his.
With Ciro, they never were.

Silent, though. Ciro had taught himself long ago to be a silent crier.
Because when someone broke your heart with the words they found you worthy of sharing with, you needed them to know that you were hearing them, not yourself as your lungs heaved and throat spasmed. When the only response you could offer was to spill out rivulets of glimmering grief, you were listening to them alone.
Sure, sometimes they didn't like it anyway. No one could know what they'd gone through, and no one had a right to mourn their situation but them.
Regardless, the soundless keener cared- so much more than the world wanted to let him.

But he smiled through his tears as he found hers.
It wasn't a happy smile, nor was it a miserable one. Simply, there was nothing more to it than being an expression.
Not yet, anyway.
“Are you, Aella?”
Thing was, he put so much effort into enunciating those three words that his accent was all but stripped from them, and, combined with the constrictive swelling of his glottis, it produced an articulation that was something entirely different. Surprised even Ciro himself, for sure, but it definitely got the point across.
 
Nat chose this dreary point in time to make a magnificent entrance. From the coatroom.
Do not ask how she ended up in the coatroom.
Also, it should be noted that she was wearing somebody's coat. Albeit upside-down, but it was a lavish and likely highly prized sabertooth fur nonetheless.
And promptly announced herself with none other than her signature-
"HAHA, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE ME."
It would not be an understatement to say she roared it.
 
Cluckcluck1215 said:
Blair gave a long stretch, still getting used to the strangeness of having four feet and suddenly being colorblind. No matter how many times she turned and stayed in control, she didn't get used to it.
Her muzzle tilted upwards, observing the stars and, once again, noting the lack of moon. She straightened, flicking her tail as an invitation for Take to follow her as she made her way out of the small cove, still heading away from the Rugæ town.
(im so sorry LB I literally cant think of anything to do. we can literally just leave them if you want or like you or Amer can yeet something at them but I am having a very hard time writing creative stuff)
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Take rose off the ground after receiving a sloppy lick on the side of his face from Blair. He light-heartedly called her ‘gross’ and wiped it away with the palm of his hand, but the canine scent still remained in his cheek. He followed her willingly into the night, not questioning where they were going, or if they should return to the Rugæ settlement. They might as well explore what was out in these vast mountains— a sort of adventure for him and Blair. Take watched as Blair strutted along in her wolf form, Yeah that’s definitely Blair, even with four legs she still manages to walk the same way as she does when she’s human. He couldn’t help but smile at her for an instant before craning his neck up towards the night sky to observe the dark blanket littered with twinkling stars. Even for a lack of moon, the night sky never failed to amaze Take, but he found what was walking in front of him to be far more stunning than every star that twinkled above his head. Tearing his gaze from the sky, he sped up a little and ruffled Blair’s wolf noggin before bolting off, an excited holler escaping his throat as he ran.
 
Amer said:
“No!” Noah said, even though the dark maaaybe scared him a little bit.
Cam laughed. “You’re right, Noah will get us home safe,” she grinned.
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Kipp smiled appreciatively at her, glad she was willing to humor her two blindly optimistic boys.
"Looks like Take and Blair took off." He said to Cam while tousling Noah's hair. They probably found some other place to be alone... together. And he wasn't going to shoving his nose into that. He patted Noah's shoulders trying to convince him to sit back down before he got knocked off the stool again. "We should probably make sure the kids are all fed and get them upstairs. I think Kyle's the only adult who hasn't had something to drink." He said, a bit nervous to bring that up again. "They've probably forgotten the kids exist."
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Nat chose this dreary point in time to make a magnificent entrance. From the coatroom.
Do not ask how she ended up in the coatroom.
Also, it should be noted that she was wearing somebody's coat. Albeit upside-down, but it was a lavish and likely highly prized sabertooth fur nonetheless.
And promptly announced herself with none other than her signature-
"HAHA, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE ME."
It would not be an understatement to say she roared it.
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Juliana who decided that being miserable this whole time was going to be no fun, decided she'd pretend these strange people from Earth were probably the best bet for safety, even if they had weird powers; Pointed dramatically at Nat.
"IT'S YOU!!!" Not that she actually knew who she was, but she spoke English, and that was good enough for her.
 

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