The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

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Clary walked through the woods. The sun bounced through the leaves, casting a beautiful green glow on the floor around her. It would’ve been peaceful, had her walking companion not been whistling and throwing sticks around. She sighed, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes. “Do you ever stop making noise?” Clary asked. Her friend stopped, and looked at another stick. He threw it, watching his dog run after it and then turned to Clary. “Nope,” he said grinning up at her. She rolled her eyes. “I think I saw something cool over there,” she said, jabbing her thumb to the side.
“Mmk, don’t get eaten by grizzly bears!” He said, cheerily throwing yet another stick. “This is Nevada. There are no grizzly bears.” Clary replied. “Well, that’s just what they want you to think.” The boy replied, staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re so weird,” Clary said, walking away.
As she walked towards where she thought she’d saw something, she tripped, landing face first into a pile of dirt. “Stupid shoelaces,” she growled. She saw a strange glowing stone and picked it up. “Hey check this-WHAT THE-“ she yelped, no longer laying of a pile of dirt and sticks. She scrambled to her feet, brushing dirt off of her pants. “What just happened? Where am I?”
 
Cameron Millian had already cut a few stems before she realized it was probably a good idea to introduce some chronology to her morning routine. Maybe I should water the plants before I cut the flowers so I don’t have to carry them around the whole time that I’m doing my chores.
She ambled back to the garden shed that was becoming slowly asphyxiated by a lovely combination of violet clematis and white climbing rose, humming all the way. Cam had always been an infuriatingly optimistic morning person.
The worn, whitewashed door swung open with the flick of a latch. To Cam, the creak of its hinges was as much as musical as the birds singing cheerily in the trees. She reached down and grabbed her gleaming copper watering can. A strange clattering sound emerged from within.
“Wha?” Cameron set down the can and carefully reached inside. The next thing she knew, she wasn’t in the gardening shed anymore.
 
(The nickname Bri was too close to Brisa for me, so I’m changing it to Brid, because that’s so different :lol: )

Brid swung her bag over her shoulder as she headed up the front steps of the library. Her first class of the day had been cancelled, so she figured that she’d finish rereading A Horse and His Boy while she waited for second period.

The heavy wooden door creaked as she pushed it open, closing behind her with a soft familiar thump, and she paused a moment to breathe in the soothing scent of books. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she adjusted the collar of her shirt, light falling on the embroidered yellow, green, and brown sunflowers that contrasted against the white fabric. Sunlight filtered in from high windows, and the plush carpet muffled the sound of her footsteps as she immediately headed towards the back of building, plucking her book off the shelf as she passed it.

Turn left here, now right, right again, and then left... And I have arrived! She sang out internally, not bothering to take off her bag as she sank into the big armchair and opened the long-awaited book. As she flipped through the pages, trying to find where she had left off, something small and blue fell out, bounced off her leg, and rolled away across the floor.

She could see it under the shelf, emitting a soft blue light in the shadows. This is cool... but how did a glowing pebble get in my book? She wondered, thumbing through the book to the page where the rock had been in confusion. There was a small scorched mark over the line, “Do not dare not to dare,” but the page was otherwise untouched. Glancing around cautiously, then back at the mysterious object under the bookshelf, she set down the book and moved toward the thing, crouching and reaching underneath into the dust and shadows to retrieve the rock. Her fingers closed tightly around the stone, and as she started to straighten back up she found herself no longer kneeling on the soft rug of a dimly lit library but on the hardwood floor of a brightly lit room.

Letting out a startled yell and dropping the strange pebble, she looked around frantically, pushing up her glasses. “Wh-what?!” Her voice rose in pitch as she scrambled to her feet and got a better grip on her surroundings.

It appeared that she was in a coffee shop with three girls and a boy who looked just as confused as her, and a cat. And also a... tiny person? Okay, stop freaking out. She looked down, located the stone, and picked it up. It didn’t bring her back to the library, so she gave up on trying to remain calm. “What on earth is going on?!” She gasped, her breath coming in short pants. This was aimed at absolutely no one and everyone at the same time.
 
“What is this place?” Cam asked, though she didn’t really expect anyone to answer her question. She had emerged in what seemed to be a quaint coffee shop setting, or it would be if it wasn’t strewn with what appeared to be a bunch of discombobulated girls... and a boy with bird legs. Only now did she realize that she was strangling a bunch of poor gladiolus and daffodils, a probably never before seen combination. The helpless flowers were bent over and petals were scattered aimlessly about the room.
Wow, I sure make for an impressive entrance.
Cam’s dark brown cheeks were now tinged with red.
 
Take was strolling through the alley ways downtown, a short cut to get to the convenience store. Loose change and the stone jingled about in his pocket.

“Hopefully I’ll have enough for Cheez-it’s” he thought.

Once he turned the corner, a kid on a bike hurdled towards him.

“Hey watch-“ he exclaimed, and before he could finish his sentence, he closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and braced for impact.

Expecting to feel the force of the bike, he didn’t.

He opened his eyes for a couple seconds and realized he wasn’t on the sidewalk anymore. Instead, in a coffee shop.

His three eyes widened as he looked around, noticing there were people here as well.

“Woah what the..” he murmured.
 
Rylie’s ears turned back as he eyed the strange people simply appearing before him. Kyle was equally terrified and hid in Rylie’s floofy belly fur.
How do I pacify the screaming match waging outside?
Ok, a screaming match would be exaggerating things a bit. The people were yelling, yes, but it was mostly just in a confused manner. Only one person hurled a stone directly at him, or anyone, and he didn’t suppose that was personal.
Still, mediating was a very big job for such a tiny person.
 
“Children, people... everyone!” Kyle squeaked. He smoothed his plain blue Barbie shirt -the Ken dolls had awfully long, buff torsos compared to his spare frame- and stood up. He was fortunate to at least have the ability to project his voice... rather theatrically at times.
 
Clary looked around the group of strange looking people, hoping someone could tell her what was happening. She slowly crouched down, picking up the stone. I need to get back... she thought. “Oh, come on, work you stupid thing.” She said under her breath. But nothing happened, and she remained standing in the nice looking coffee shop covered in dirt.
Clary sat down at one of the unoccupied tables and kicked her feet up on the chair next to her. If she was teleported here it must’ve been for a reason, and if she was going to stay she might as well make herself comfortable.
 
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Another boy and girl had appeared out of mid-air right in front of her eyes, the three-eyed, pink-haired boy flinching as if bracing for impact and the girl sitting on some flowers with a bewildered expression on her face. Brid had also noticed that the first boy had bird legs and one of the girls had insect-like wings. Do I fall over? Scream? Run? She considered the last option for a moment, then came upon a frightening discovery. Shoot. I’m in a different time zone.
 

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