The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

[Amer]

Blair glanced around, noticing the cat that the tiny little man was leaning against leapt back, hissing. Also a boy with tawny colored hair and odd eyes and a fox-boy materilized out of nowhere. "Alright, Will Laurel—" Just when she was about to go off on him, Kit gave a soft growl, tugging at her jeans.
Resting a hand on top of the dogs neck, threading her fingers into the soft fur, she tossed her hair around one shoulder, clearing her vision. "I don't really care for introductions. In fact, the only thing I want to know is why I am here, and not in my kitchen."

“I think the best way to explain things would be to show you,” Laurel said smoothly, pivoting on the ball of his foot. “Follow me.”
Kyle climbed back atop Rylie, despite the feline’s raised hackles and fluffed tail, bracing himself as he lead Rylie down off the table and after the man. His grip nearly slipped. He still hurt quite a bit after his encounter with a couple thousand year old amulet. Still, he made it ahead of everyone else.
Cam stood up slowly. “Where are we going?” She asked.
Will Laurel didn’t answer her question. Instead, he opened an innocuous door that probably had once been for a small storage closet.
Instead of cleaning supplies, however, the door led to a shadowy collection of stairs. That’s sure to scare the kids, he thought, taking care to flip on the light.

 

[HeavensHens88]

“I think the best way to explain things would be to show you,” Laurel said smoothly, pivoting on the ball of his foot. “Follow me.”
Kyle climbed back atop Rylie, despite the feline’s raised hackles and fluffed tail, bracing himself as he lead Rylie down off the table and after the man. His grip nearly slipped. He still hurt quite a bit after his encounter with a couple thousand year old amulet. Still, he made it ahead of everyone else.
Cam stood up slowly. “Where are we going?” She asked.
Will Laurel didn’t answer her question. Instead, he opened an innocuous door that probably had once been for a small storage closet.
Instead of cleaning supplies, however, the door led to a shadowy collection of stairs. That’s sure to scare the kids, he thought, taking care to flip on the light.

Colby figured he probably had to initiate conversation now. He spun on his bare paws so he was fully facing Brigid again. "Is this actually happening?" His voice cracked mid-sentence and he finished talking in a feminine cadence. Blushing, he busied himself by administering fierce pinches to random spots on his arms in an attempt to assure his wakefulness, then wincing in turn. The pain feels plenty real, his cerebrum agreed reluctantly.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“I think the best way to explain things would be to show you,” Laurel said smoothly, pivoting on the ball of his foot. “Follow me.”
Kyle climbed back atop Rylie, despite the feline’s raised hackles and fluffed tail, bracing himself as he lead Rylie down off the table and after the man. His grip nearly slipped. He still hurt quite a bit after his encounter with a couple thousand year old amulet. Still, he made it ahead of everyone else.
Cam stood up slowly. “Where are we going?” She asked.
Will Laurel didn’t answer her question. Instead, he opened an innocuous door that probably had once been for a small storage closet.
Instead of cleaning supplies, however, the door led to a shadowy collection of stairs. That’s sure to scare the kids, he thought, taking care to flip on the light.

Blair stared after him, glancing around at the group. No one seemed to move, really. Who was this man, and what did he want with them? Was he planning to kill the ones foolish enough to follow him, or were the so called 'amulets' real?
Should she call the police? She felt for her phone, and swore under her breath when her pockets were empty and barren of the electronic device.
She drew her gaze over the group once more with a sigh. Everyone of them seemed rather scared, huddled in a close group, in exception of a three-eyed boy sitting in a chair. She blinked, and gave another sigh, sharper this time. "Alright then, I'll follow him first."
She lifted her head, silently praying that this Will Laurel wasn't some wanted murderer or kidnapper, and stepped forward, Kit glued to her heels. She stopped a few feet away from Laurel, peering into the swimming darkness of the stairs.
Though she could see down the stairs, she knew that anyone without Werewolf vision or the like wouldn't be able to see down them, until Laurel flipped the light on. Kit gave a low growl from beside her, bristling at her heels. "This better be real good, Laurel."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“I think the best way to explain things would be to show you,” Laurel said smoothly, pivoting on the ball of his foot. “Follow me.”
Kyle climbed back atop Rylie, despite the feline’s raised hackles and fluffed tail, bracing himself as he lead Rylie down off the table and after the man. His grip nearly slipped. He still hurt quite a bit after his encounter with a couple thousand year old amulet. Still, he made it ahead of everyone else.
Cam stood up slowly. “Where are we going?” She asked.
Will Laurel didn’t answer her question. Instead, he opened an innocuous door that probably had once been for a small storage closet.
Instead of cleaning supplies, however, the door led to a shadowy collection of stairs. That’s sure to scare the kids, he thought, taking care to flip on the light.

Clary looked around at the rest of the group and shrugged. She pocketed the stone and stood up, brushing her way past the people standing still to follow the strange man down the stairs. She wanted answers, and if following this ‘Will Laurel’ man would give her some, then she would follow him.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Take got up and curiously looked at those who were following Laurel and Kyle. He furrowed his brows and sighed, proceeding behind the group. Since he was significantly taller than those in front, he could easily see down the shady stairs.
“This is wack” he said under his breath.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Annie stepped out of the way, letting the cat pass her. She didn't want to loose sight of the guy with the cat, Kyle, he at least seemed to know what was going on. She followed him to the top of the steps and stopped, staring down the dimly lit creepy basement stairs. A giant gaping maw of a door way with steep dusty steps, normally it wouldn't bother her, but the spider webs that hung from the sloped ceiling gave her pause. Spiders. She shivered her arms prickling with goosebumps. Nope nope nope! She took a step to the side letting others walk past her. What if the giant bugs are spiders? She smiled trying to convince herself that it was all ok, and there was no way the giant bugs would be spiders.

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Kipp huddled in his corner by himself watching peoples faces change from mixed fear and anger to cautious curiosity. They're all insane. He concluded, how could this many people be so remarkably stupid? This Will Laurel guy was probably leading them all to the giant bugs to be eaten. He stood up opening his mouth to tell them all to not go down there, but stopped short. What do I care if they all die? This is all probably just a dream anyway. He tired to justify leaving, home was a long way from Missouri, but he could fly it wouldn't be that bad. Not that he really wanted to go home. What kind of person does it make you if you just let people die. He pursed his lips frowning his conscience betraying his logical mind. Selfish guilt moved his feet to follow the crowd instead of out the door to the open sky. This is stupid. Was all he could think as he approached the top of the steps and peered down. He glanced over at the little bug girl, she seemed to have half a brain too.

"You going down?" He asked his voice was flat. He realized he sounded bored or annoyed, but it was out and there was no way to change how he said it now. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. And then she grinned broadly.

"Of course!" She said cheerfully and practically ran down the stairs. What was that? Kipp wondered, she would rather risk death than talk to me? Figures. He sighed and plodded down the steps after her, tracing his fingers along the field stone and mortar walls.

 

[Thing2]

“I think the best way to explain things would be to show you,” Laurel said smoothly, pivoting on the ball of his foot. “Follow me.”
Kyle climbed back atop Rylie, despite the feline’s raised hackles and fluffed tail, bracing himself as he lead Rylie down off the table and after the man. His grip nearly slipped. He still hurt quite a bit after his encounter with a couple thousand year old amulet. Still, he made it ahead of everyone else.
Cam stood up slowly. “Where are we going?” She asked.
Will Laurel didn’t answer her question. Instead, he opened an innocuous door that probably had once been for a small storage closet.
Instead of cleaning supplies, however, the door led to a shadowy collection of stairs. That’s sure to scare the kids, he thought, taking care to flip on the light.

Colby figured he probably had to initiate conversation now. He spun on his bare paws so he was fully facing Brigid again. "Is this actually happening?" His voice cracked mid-sentence and he finished talking in a feminine cadence. Blushing, he busied himself by administering fierce pinches to random spots on his arms in an attempt to assure his wakefulness, then wincing in turn. The pain feels plenty real, his cerebrum agreed reluctantly.

Blair stared after him, glancing around at the group. No one seemed to move, really. Who was this man, and what did he want with them? Was he planning to kill the ones foolish enough to follow him, or were the so called 'amulets' real?
Should she call the police? She felt for her phone, and swore under her breath when her pockets were empty and barren of the electronic device.
She drew her gaze over the group once more with a sigh. Everyone of them seemed rather scared, huddled in a close group, in exception of a three-eyed boy sitting in a chair. She blinked, and gave another sigh, sharper this time. "Alright then, I'll follow him first."
She lifted her head, silently praying that this Will Laurel wasn't some wanted murderer or kidnapper, and stepped forward, Kit glued to her heels. She stopped a few feet away from Laurel, peering into the swimming darkness of the stairs.
Though she could see down the stairs, she knew that anyone without Werewolf vision or the like wouldn't be able to see down them, until Laurel flipped the light on. Kit gave a low growl from beside her, bristling at her heels. "This better be real good, Laurel."

Clary looked around at the rest of the group and shrugged. She pocketed the stone and stood up, brushing her way past the people standing still to follow the strange man down the stairs. She wanted answers, and if following this ‘Will Laurel’ man would give her some, then she would follow him.

Take got up and curiously looked at those who were following Laurel and Kyle. He furrowed his brows and sighed, proceeding behind the group. Since he was significantly taller than those in front, he could easily see down the shady stairs.
“This is wack” he said under his breath.

Annie stepped out of the way, letting the cat pass her. She didn't want to loose sight of the guy with the cat, Kyle, he at least seemed to know what was going on. She followed him to the top of the steps and stopped, staring down the dimly lit creepy basement stairs. A giant gaping maw of a door way with steep dusty steps, normally it wouldn't bother her, but the spider webs that hung from the sloped ceiling gave her pause. Spiders. She shivered her arms prickling with goosebumps. Nope nope nope! She took a step to the side letting others walk past her. What if the giant bugs are spiders? She smiled trying to convince herself that it was all ok, and there was no way the giant bugs would be spiders.

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Kipp huddled in his corner by himself watching peoples faces change from mixed fear and anger to cautious curiosity. They're all insane. He concluded, how could this many people be so remarkably stupid? This Will Laurel guy was probably leading them all to the giant bugs to be eaten. He stood up opening his mouth to tell them all to not go down there, but stopped short. What do I care if they all die? This is all probably just a dream anyway. He tired to justify leaving, home was a long way from Missouri, but he could fly it wouldn't be that bad. Not that he really wanted to go home. What kind of person does it make you if you just let people die. He pursed his lips frowning his conscience betraying his logical mind. Selfish guilt moved his feet to follow the crowd instead of out the door to the open sky. This is stupid. Was all he could think as he approached the top of the steps and peered down. He glanced over at the little bug girl, she seemed to have half a brain too.

"You going down?" He asked his voice was flat. He realized he sounded bored or annoyed, but it was out and there was no way to change how he said it now. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. And then she grinned broadly.

"Of course!" She said cheerfully and practically ran down the stairs. What was that? Kipp wondered, she would rather risk death than talk to me? Figures. He sighed and plodded down the steps after her, tracing his fingers along the field stone and mortar walls.

“I hardly know myself, but this would be a weird and oddly specific dream, so I’m gonna cautiously assume it is,” She muttered in response, ignoring his voice crack, before taking a few steps forward to call down the staircase to Laurel. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to lure us down there to murder us?” She turned back to Colby and let out a small sarcastic laugh and joked, “I’m halfway convinced we’ve been kidnapped using advanced government technology. I can’t figure out a motive though, so that theory’s pretty bad.” After thinking for a moment her face fell. “We really kinda do have to go down there, don’t we? Either that or be left up here, and I-well, no one’s screaming or running yet and a few of them have already started down.”

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“I hardly know myself, but this would be a weird and oddly specific dream, so I’m gonna cautiously assume it is,” She muttered in response, ignoring his voice crack, before taking a few steps forward to call down the staircase to Laurel. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to lure us down there to murder us?” She turned back to Colby and let out a small sarcastic laugh and joked, “I’m halfway convinced we’ve been kidnapped using advanced government technology. I can’t figure out a motive though, so that theory’s pretty bad.” After thinking for a moment her face fell. “We really kinda do have to go down there, don’t we? Either that or be left up here, and I-well, no one’s screaming or running yet and a few of them have already started down.”

Annie stepped out of the way, letting the cat pass her. She didn't want to loose sight of the guy with the cat, Kyle, he at least seemed to know what was going on. She followed him to the top of the steps and stopped, staring down the dimly lit creepy basement stairs. A giant gaping maw of a door way with steep dusty steps, normally it wouldn't bother her, but the spider webs that hung from the sloped ceiling gave her pause. Spiders. She shivered her arms prickling with goosebumps. Nope nope nope! She took a step to the side letting others walk past her. What if the giant bugs are spiders? She smiled trying to convince herself that it was all ok, and there was no way the giant bugs would be spiders.

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Kipp huddled in his corner by himself watching peoples faces change from mixed fear and anger to cautious curiosity. They're all insane. He concluded, how could this many people be so remarkably stupid? This Will Laurel guy was probably leading them all to the giant bugs to be eaten. He stood up opening his mouth to tell them all to not go down there, but stopped short. What do I care if they all die? This is all probably just a dream anyway. He tired to justify leaving, home was a long way from Missouri, but he could fly it wouldn't be that bad. Not that he really wanted to go home. What kind of person does it make you if you just let people die. He pursed his lips frowning his conscience betraying his logical mind. Selfish guilt moved his feet to follow the crowd instead of out the door to the open sky. This is stupid. Was all he could think as he approached the top of the steps and peered down. He glanced over at the little bug girl, she seemed to have half a brain too.

"You going down?" He asked his voice was flat. He realized he sounded bored or annoyed, but it was out and there was no way to change how he said it now. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. And then she grinned broadly.

"Of course!" She said cheerfully and practically ran down the stairs. What was that? Kipp wondered, she would rather risk death than talk to me? Figures. He sighed and plodded down the steps after her, tracing his fingers along the field stone and mortar walls.

Clary grinned up at them. “Aw, don’t be scared. Come on, I’m sure you guys are curious. Besides, I’ll keep you both safe from the potential killers that wait at the bottom.” She said, her bright green eyes grinning with excitement. She flattened into the wall as the small bug-child hurtled past her, and then followed her down the steps, taking two at a time.

 

[HeavensHens88]

“I hardly know myself, but this would be a weird and oddly specific dream, so I’m gonna cautiously assume it is,” She muttered in response, ignoring his voice crack, before taking a few steps forward to call down the staircase to Laurel. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to lure us down there to murder us?” She turned back to Colby and let out a small sarcastic laugh and joked, “I’m halfway convinced we’ve been kidnapped using advanced government technology. I can’t figure out a motive though, so that theory’s pretty bad.” After thinking for a moment her face fell. “We really kinda do have to go down there, don’t we? Either that or be left up here, and I-well, no one’s screaming or running yet and a few of them have already started down.”

"I guess so," Colby agreed slowly, testing out his voice. No squeaks this time. He reached down into his pocket to grab his phone and muted his music so he could take all this in better. "I've got my phone if things get weird." He took a single pace toward the ominous door, then turned back and shyly offered her his right paw. "Ack, sorry about my manners. I'm Colby."

 

[Amer]

Cam was tentative, but her curiosity got the better of her. Will Laurel walked down the stairs, which weren’t nearly as scary with the lights on. It definitely more inviting than her own cobweb encrusted crypt of a basement at home.
He wouldn’t summon a bunch of kids here from multiple different time zones using magical stone thingies just to drag us into a basement and kill us, right? Right???
She really wasn’t sure.

Will Laurel stepped into the cool basement and gazed upon the piece de resistance with a remarkable amount of awe on his normally impassive face. It seemed to Cam as though it must impress him every time.
There, smack dab in the center of the room was an enormous blue stone, etched with swirling lines curving into a circle in the middle.
It was so huge and beautiful it looked fake. Like part of a movie set or something you only read about in stories.
But that was what this place was starting to feel like. Some kind of story.