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

[Rose Quartz]

Blair didn't even have the energy to look down at Take when he face planted. White knuckled fists clung to the doorframe, fists which had once been clinging to the now fallen Take.
Her memory was a wild blur. The stars, the trees, the we-sa. The blood, pain, and horrible, horrible screaming. None of it made sense- a jumbled mess of wolf and human thoughts, thrown together with little to no coherency.
Voices reached her ears, but they were faded. Echoing. Dreamlike, like she wasn't quite conscious. But she knew she was, she could still feel the ache in her side, still feel the wood beneath her palms.
"I'm fine." The steadiness of her voice was terrifying for her condition as she pushed herself upright, swaying on unsteady feet. "Had worse. Will live. I'm fine."

Kipp looked around at the rest of the people having expected someone else to have helped Blair, they were just getting Take out of the way.

Most people were still asleep, so he glared at the three who were next to him. Nat, Charlie, and Juli who were clearly awake and not currently doing anything to help, before leaving Take's side to help Blair over to a bed. (Assuming she cooperates)

"Move." He growled at Juli, who begrudgingly gave up her spot. Standing with the other two to watch uselessly. "There has to be some kind of med kit around here, go find something."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Kipp looked around at the rest of the people having expected someone else to have helped Blair, they were just getting Take out of the way.

Most people were still asleep, so he glared at the three who were next to him. Nat, Charlie, and Juli who were clearly awake and not currently doing anything to help, before leaving Take's side to help Blair over to a bed. (Assuming she cooperates)

"Move." He growled at Juli, who begrudgingly gave up her spot. Standing with the other two to watch uselessly. "There has to be some kind of med kit around here, go find something."

Upon watching Take and Blair get situated into their mattresses, Hana instinctively began to search for medical utensils in the cabinets behind the bar even in her half-asleep state. What she truly needed right now was caffeine to wake her up. After a short while of searching, she felt a profuse throbbing on the back of her head, which lead to her touching what felt like a mild bump. Quickly regretting her actions by wincing, drawing air through her teeth and recoiling her hand to inspect it. There was no sort of bloody residue on her fingers, so she assumed the bump was created by trauma. Messing up her face and returning to her previous commitment, she picked herself of the floor and leaned up against the bar. “None” she muttered, glancing over the alcohol bottles that remained. They could most certainly be used as a disinfectant for Blair’s wound. Snatching a bottle, Hana made her way over to Blair, Kipp, and Cam. “This can help” she said shortly, swishing the contents inside the bottle. That’s when Hana thought of Kevin, he had healing prowess, but he was no where to be seen inside the room.

 

[Amer]

Kipp looked around at the rest of the people having expected someone else to have helped Blair, they were just getting Take out of the way.

Most people were still asleep, so he glared at the three who were next to him. Nat, Charlie, and Juli who were clearly awake and not currently doing anything to help, before leaving Take's side to help Blair over to a bed. (Assuming she cooperates)

"Move." He growled at Juli, who begrudgingly gave up her spot. Standing with the other two to watch uselessly. "There has to be some kind of med kit around here, go find something."

Upon watching Take and Blair get situated into their mattresses, Hana instinctively began to search for medical utensils in the cabinets behind the bar even in her half-asleep state. What she truly needed right now was caffeine to wake her up. After a short while of searching, she felt a profuse throbbing on the back of her head, which lead to her touching what felt like a mild bump. Quickly regretting her actions by wincing, drawing air through her teeth and recoiling her hand to inspect it. There was no sort of bloody residue on her fingers, so she assumed the bump was created by trauma. Messing up her face and returning to her previous commitment, she picked herself of the floor and leaned up against the bar. “None” she muttered, glancing over the alcohol bottles that remained. They could most certainly be used as a disinfectant for Blair’s wound. Snatching a bottle, Hana made her way over to Blair, Kipp, and Cam. “This can help” she said shortly, swishing the contents inside the bottle. That’s when Hana thought of Kevin, he had healing prowess, but he was no where to be seen inside the room.

“I can dress wounds, if necessary,” Kyle said, standing by Blair’s bed. “Where does it hurt? I need to find out of the wound I can see is the only one I’m dealing with.”

 

[HeavensHens88]

“Sure” Fred agreed enthusiastically,

Colby happened upon a metallic container with some obviously Rugae-ish symbols etched into it. He slid off the lid and peered at the unassuming white liquid in the most cursory observation period ever. Then he recruited a local mug -because drinking out of the storage container would be an unthinkable transgression against manners- and poured a bit into it. Steeling himself just as the valiant wine-tasters of old, he put it to his muzzle and sipped away.
"Creamer, I think," he declared happily post-swallow, surprisingly not dead, catonic, or seizuring yet. "Or, better yet, milk."
Satisfied with his progress, Colby hauled the back-breakingly life-sized bag of flour onto the most empty area of the counter and placed the jug alongside it. "I think we're in business. Now for eggs and sugar..."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Colby happened upon a metallic container with some obviously Rugae-ish symbols etched into it. He slid off the lid and peered at the unassuming white liquid in the most cursory observation period ever. Then he recruited a local mug -because drinking out of the storage container would be an unthinkable transgression against manners- and poured a bit into it. Steeling himself just as the valiant wine-tasters of old, he put it to his muzzle and sipped away.
"Creamer, I think," he declared happily post-swallow, surprisingly not dead, catonic, or seizuring yet. "Or, better yet, milk."
Satisfied with his progress, Colby hauled the back-breakingly life-sized bag of flour onto the most empty area of the counter and placed the jug alongside it. "I think we're in business. Now for eggs and sugar..."

Fred helped him look, he found a strange white power which smelled a bit like sugar. “Here Colby taste this” Fred held out the bag to him

 

[HeavensHens88]

(This is great and exactly what I meant to convey XD)

Charlie looked around, not seeing Nat at first. He then spotted her splayed out on a mattress. He walked over and squatted by her. “Ok, buddy.” He said, trying hard to resist the urge to roast this child.
“You aren’t in the condition to judge me.” He joked, giving her a crooked grin.

Kipp stared at the two in shock, Take, unmoving laying face down on the floor, and Blair who was somehow standing with what looked like a gaping hole in her side. Maybe it wasn't that bad, since she was standing, but with the amount of blood that soaked her shirt it looked bad.

They'd been gone all night, and he hadn't thought anything of it. It was normal enough for them to want to be on their own, and not stuck here babysitting with the rest of them. What had happened? Where had they gone? Was it an accident, or had someone attacked them, or something?

If going outside at night at all, meant risking getting hurt, how were they supposed to leave here?

He shook his head, realizing he shouldn't just be standing there in a fearful daze, and followed Cam to help her drag Take to the nearest mattress. Displacing Nat who had the misfortune of being it's occupant.

Nat was just about to call out Charlie for his childish lack of hangover when she was yeeted clear across the floor by the superior weight dumped on her former resting place.
She landed in a discordant pile of legs and arms and, rather than making an attempt to recover herself to a semblance of decency, peered out from between a thigh and an elbow to make her evaluation of these developments. "What did Hot Mess do to himself?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Fred helped him look, he found a strange white power which smelled a bit like sugar. “Here Colby taste this” Fred held out the bag to him

Colby, having accepted the fact that of his likely terminal employment as official taste tester, took the bag and sprinkled some of its contents onto another local piece of dishware.
"It's definitely not sugar," he conceded while still evaluating the aftertaste. The best explanation he could give it was powdered banana with a licorice-remnant echo. An interesting marriage of tastes, but it worked pretty well. "But it's flavorful alright. I say we try it."
Not even about to waste effort on exhuming trivialities such as baking powder or salt, Colby looked past the counter for a lead on his final ingredient. "Has anybody seen Korim?" He wasn't even going to bother getting involved in whatever Blake mess had just happened through the door. "We're wondering if chickens even exist on Borealis."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Sets of heavy footsteps soon appeared outside the tavern, they were no where near orderly or formal as the individuals dragged their feet ominously. Each step was followed by some sort of grunt or stretched out groan before they stopped right in front of the doors.

A weary but weighted fist pounded into the old flimsy and creaky door to the tavern, demanding a prompt entrance from those inside.

That’s when a body fell through, face planting harshly onto the wooden floorboards as the door swung open abruptly.

An ‘oof’ escaped the body, which was easy to identify as Take, who’s whereabouts were unknown until now. With Take’s log of a body propping the door open, the person who accompanied him was obviously Blair, who was terribly disheveled and haggard from her long night out. It seemed they were simply clinging onto one another to provide upright stability until Take slipped through. It’s unsure what occurrence took place between them once they reunited at the river, but they were luckily still in one piece. Though fortunate for their group mates, Take and Blair no longer held those volatile characteristics that simply didn’t belong to them.

Without moving a muscle in his stiffened state on the floor, Take let out a guttural “Good morning”

Blair didn't even have the energy to look down at Take when he face planted. White knuckled fists clung to the doorframe, fists which had once been clinging to the now fallen Take.
Her memory was a wild blur. The stars, the trees, the we-sa. The blood, pain, and horrible, horrible screaming. None of it made sense- a jumbled mess of wolf and human thoughts, thrown together with little to no coherency.
Voices reached her ears, but they were faded. Echoing. Dreamlike, like she wasn't quite conscious. But she knew she was, she could still feel the ache in her side, still feel the wood beneath her palms.
"I'm fine." The steadiness of her voice was terrifying for her condition as she pushed herself upright, swaying on unsteady feet. "Had worse. Will live. I'm fine."

Charlie’s eyes were drawn to the door when it was slammed in a very loud and threatening way. Then, Take fell through. He was accompanied by Blair, who looked like she had been fighting with a bear, or perhaps got eaten by a bear then spit out, then eaten again.
“Uh, morning?” Charlie offered weakly to the log-appearing Take. Then,
“What the hell happened to you guys?!”

Shuffling towards the commotion like an old granny,

( )

Kipp stared at the two in shock, Take, unmoving laying face down on the floor, and Blair who was somehow standing with what looked like a gaping hole in her side. Maybe it wasn't that bad, since she was standing, but with the amount of blood that soaked her shirt it looked bad.

They'd been gone all night, and he hadn't thought anything of it. It was normal enough for them to want to be on their own, and not stuck here babysitting with the rest of them. What had happened? Where had they gone? Was it an accident, or had someone attacked them, or something?

If going outside at night at all, meant risking getting hurt, how were they supposed to leave here?

He shook his head, realizing he shouldn't just be standing there in a fearful daze, and followed Cam to help her drag Take to the nearest mattress. Displacing Nat who had the misfortune of being it's occupant.

(Blair has a wound? Gosh, I really get lost in long posts)
“There you go,” Cam said, patting the mattress and pulling the blanket up to his chest.

Kipp looked around at the rest of the people having expected someone else to have helped Blair, they were just getting Take out of the way.

Most people were still asleep, so he glared at the three who were next to him. Nat, Charlie, and Juli who were clearly awake and not currently doing anything to help, before leaving Take's side to help Blair over to a bed. (Assuming she cooperates)

"Move." He growled at Juli, who begrudgingly gave up her spot. Standing with the other two to watch uselessly. "There has to be some kind of med kit around here, go find something."

Nat was just about to call out Charlie for his childish lack of hangover when she was yeeted clear across the floor by the superior weight dumped on her former resting place.
She landed in a discordant pile of legs and arms and, rather than making an attempt to recover herself to a semblance of decency, peered out from between a thigh and an elbow to make her evaluation of these developments. "What did Hot Mess do to himself?"

(She got yeeted )
Charlie, just standing there uselessly as his arm slowly turned invisible from the hand up, didn’t know what to do. He was snapped back into reality at Kipp’s command, and went off to try and locate medical items. His head still hurt, but he was used to it. Headaches, not hangovers.
Steering towards the counter where the fox-kid and the kid-kid were attempting some food or science experiment, he started looking in drawers for anything that appeared useful.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Colby, having accepted the fact that of his likely terminal employment as official taste tester, took the bag and sprinkled some of its contents onto another local piece of dishware.
"It's definitely not sugar," he conceded while still evaluating the aftertaste. The best explanation he could give it was powdered banana with a licorice-remnant echo. An interesting marriage of tastes, but it worked pretty well. "But it's flavorful alright. I say we try it."
Not even about to waste effort on exhuming trivialities such as baking powder or salt, Colby looked past the counter for a lead on his final ingredient. "Has anybody seen Korra?" He wasn't even going to bother getting involved in whatever Blake mess had just happened through the door. "We're wondering if chickens even exist on Borealis."

“Ok good to know” Fred nodded and continued on his hunt for sugar

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

If she’s had worse, well... that’s terrible, Kyle thought. “I apologize for your life so far, then,” he said.
“Do you need help getting up?” Cam asked Take, asking for permission because she was afraid of what Blair would do if she grabbed his hand. What if she was one of those “jealous girlfriend” types?

Shortly after conversing with Charlie, (if you call mumbling and slurring a few words at a time a conversation) Hana quickly fell back to sleep, snoring peacefully again until a large thud hit the ground and shook the floor beneath her mattress. She took it as a clear sign that it was time to get her lazy butt up and exist amongst the group. Hana gave a long yawn and scrambled up from where she laid. Shuffling towards the commotion like an old granny, she rubbed her eyes to process the human figure that laid flat on the floor. “Is he... dead?” she questioned immediately, still retaining her neutral tone. Hana knelt down beside Take, eyeing the rise and fall of his back to confirm that he was still breathing. Though it didn’t seem he was conscious as he wasn’t attempting to move or speak.

Kipp stared at the two in shock, Take, unmoving laying face down on the floor, and Blair who was somehow standing with what looked like a gaping hole in her side. Maybe it wasn't that bad, since she was standing, but with the amount of blood that soaked her shirt it looked bad.

They'd been gone all night, and he hadn't thought anything of it. It was normal enough for them to want to be on their own, and not stuck here babysitting with the rest of them. What had happened? Where had they gone? Was it an accident, or had someone attacked them, or something?

If going outside at night at all, meant risking getting hurt, how were they supposed to leave here?

He shook his head, realizing he shouldn't just be standing there in a fearful daze, and followed Cam to help her drag Take to the nearest mattress. Displacing Nat who had the misfortune of being it's occupant.

Kipp looked around at the rest of the people having expected someone else to have helped Blair, they were just getting Take out of the way.

Most people were still asleep, so he glared at the three who were next to him. Nat, Charlie, and Juli who were clearly awake and not currently doing anything to help, before leaving Take's side to help Blair over to a bed. (Assuming she cooperates)

"Move." He growled at Juli, who begrudgingly gave up her spot. Standing with the other two to watch uselessly. "There has to be some kind of med kit around here, go find something."

Charlie’s eyes were drawn to the door when it was slammed in a very loud and threatening way. Then, Take fell through. He was accompanied by Blair, who looked like she had been fighting with a bear, or perhaps got eaten by a bear then spit out, then eaten again.
“Uh, morning?” Charlie offered weakly to the log-appearing Take. Then,
“What the hell happened to you guys?!”

( )




(She got yeeted )
Charlie, just standing there uselessly as his arm slowly turned invisible from the hand up, didn’t know what to do. He was snapped back into reality at Kipp’s command, and went off to try and locate medical items. His head still hurt, but he was used to it. Headaches, not hangovers.
Steering towards the counter where the fox-kid and the kid-kid were attempting some food or science experiment, he started looking in drawers for anything that appeared useful.

Little coherency was left in Blair's thoughts.
The room was too crowded. Too loud. The amount of questions being thrown at her the moment she sank onto the mattress- forgiving and soothing for her aching bones -was overwhelming.
Her gaze came up from the floor, trying to distinguish one voice from another. There was momentarily a feeling that she was quite detached from her physical form.
Hey. Wake up. You're bleeding.
She snapped out of it, ignoring everyone and pulling the side of her shirt up enough to inspect her wound. It wasn't deep, the flesh was torn open along her ribs, but not horribly. A rib was noticeably broken, however, and that would be the cause of her inability to properly breathe.
She looked upwards sharply when Hana came over, and Kyle started speaking to her at the same time. She stared, eyes widened, at Kyle, unable to comprehend what his little voice was saying amongst the many louder voices.




Aella had been awake before even the sun.
Scratch that, she had never even fallen asleep. Avoiding Ciro like the plague, she had herself perched on a stool with her hair tied up, strands falling into her face. After having lived in the streets of New York, she wasn't one to sleep much.

Observing people had to be one of her best talents. It was her way of figuring out what they truly meant when they spoke. Whether someone was lying or not. Whether someone was actually scared or not.
So she saw, instantly, the fear in not just the eyes, but the body and faces of the group when they heard two pairs of heavy, uneven footsteps. They froze like prey animals, heads snapping up from their conversations at lightning speed, and even she tensed, wielding a fistful of fire.

That was until, Demon-Boy fell through the doorway, and Wolf-Girl stood there, clinging to the doorframe. It was, obviously, concerning that Take had suddenly faceplanted, but Blair's condition was even more so. The girl was trembling from head to toe, barely coherent when the little bird boy helped her over to the bed. Werewolf. That's right.

It was strange. Blair always had an air of strength to her. El knew what werewolves were capable of, especially when it came to their soulmates. Normally, if someone in the room had hurt Take, Blair could easily take them all out in a matter of seconds. Now, she was more scared of a fly then Blair.

She watched intently as Blair lifted her shirt, revealing not only a crisscrossing of scars, but a wound above a misshapen rib.
A part of her wanted to flee, to be sick at the sight of the weeping wound, but she stayed when she saw the confusion in Blair's face. She was clearly overwhelmed, gaze flickering between everyone, but not responding to anything.
On an impulsive whim, Aella jumped up from her seat, crossing the room quickly and pushing her way past the group surrounding the werewolf. "Let her breathe. You're scaring her." She told them, her voice neither cruel nor kind when she spoke, only clear and firm.

She bent to get to Blair's level, not looking her in the eyes.
Never look a wolf right in the eye.
The overpopulation of werewolf packs in the city handled her to know how to deal with the injured ones. They had to be treated almost childlike.
"Is that the only place it hurts?" She pointed to Blair's wound, looking at her face for a response.
"Y-yeah..."
"Okay. Breathe. None of these people are going to hurt you, alright? They're trying to help." From the look on the girls face, she wasn't dealing with quite Blair and not quite the wolf either. "Can they fix your wound?"
Blair slowly nodded, and Aella backed away from her. "Okay. Anyone who knows how to wrap a wound, please help her. The rest of you, scatter. She doesn't need everyone staring at her."