The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

[Amer]

Annie finally reached the top of the stairs and stopped to stare in amazement. It was an over grown conservatory. Vines and roses overflowed their planters, crisscrossing the floor and covering the windows. The intricate designs of the domed glass ceiling were almost hidden behind the leaves of trees that had long ago shattered the glass as the branches pushed past their designed boundaries.

"Wow!" She said in a hushed gasp, "This place is beautiful." The floor itself had become covered with compost and was now sprouting small plants of all kinds.

Rylie immediately began to investigate every upturned plant and shady corner. Kyle dismounted and leaned leisurely against the woody stem of what had probably been a spike plant at one time, but had grown into a mini palm, ten feet tall. He stuck his fingers into the deep furrows, running his hands over what remained of leaves that had died and fallen long ago.
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Did I just get hit by a poison dart and sent to heaven? Cam wondered. Her worries melted away as she stepped into the light. Real sunlight. Not filtered by windows, and certainly not made by those twisted, creepy torches.
All around her were plants, so very different from the sterile, unyielding stone of the castle walls. Roses that clambered to meet her and lilies that bowed, nodding their heads as she passed. Trees that sung softly to her in the English breeze that gently caressed their tops above the ceiling.
The floor was covered with a soft loam and broken up by the roots of the trees. As she walked among them, the ground swallowed up the sound of her footsteps.
“Wow,” Cam breathed, bending down to sample the scent of a ruby colored rose. Scentless. As she looked over the vine, she noticed some places where the plant was blackened and dead. Like a second nature, she waved her fingers and had them blooming again.
“This is seriously like The Secret Garden.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Blair pulled herself up into the room, panting. She was looking at the ground, paying attention for traps, when suddenly her feet met— Dirt?
Her gaze drifted upwards, and what she saw resembled something straight out of a fairytale. Late morning sunlight drifted through the intricately weaved branches and leaves above that had shattered the glass of the ceiling long ago, casting dappled shadows on the soil and plants. Flowers and small trees and vines entangled themselves into the walls, tree roots spiraling into designs only the could replicate.
Roses the colors of pure white, delicate red and sunshine yellow basked in the suns rays. Lilacs grew in a massive bush in one corner, though slightly shaded by a mini palm that Kyle currently resided beside. Dahlia's and tulips and lilies and flowers she couldn't even remember the names of grew in a garden that scattered across the floor, bringing the beautiful room to life. It reminded her of The Secret Garden before Cam had even mentioned it, and it took all of her to restrain herself from talking about the book she loved so.
But one thing made her uneasy.
Her highly sensitive nose couldn't pick up any scent of flowers. Fresh air and grass outside, yes. The strong scents of infinite flowers, no. She took several steps forward, her head tilting back as she stopped, looking at the sky through the thick canopy of branches. Sunlight fell like a halo around her and the rest of those who ventured into the sun, warming her and calming her briefly. Until she looked back at the flowers, and remembered that they held no scent.
"They don't smell," she muttered to herself, until she looked at the rest of the group. "The flowers. They don't smell."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Take glanced around the whole new environment, it reminded him of a overgrown greenhouse, but it looked cool in a way. His shoes dug into the soil, seeing how deep it was before his toes disappeared.
This is really odd.. a garden can grow this far up?
The place smelled strongly of dirt, which is surprising by the amount of flowers and plants that surrounded them. He stepped further, curiously looking around as he heard Blair mention that the flowers didn’t give off a smell.
Huh..

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

“Wow” Ellie walked in “Aren’t they Beautiful”. “So pretty” she walked over to one

 

[Amer]

Blair pulled herself up into the room, panting. She was looking at the ground, paying attention for traps, when suddenly her feet met— Dirt?
Her gaze drifted upwards, and what she saw resembled something straight out of a fairytale. Late morning sunlight drifted through the intricately weaved branches and leaves above that had shattered the glass of the ceiling long ago, casting dappled shadows on the soil and plants. Flowers and small trees and vines entangled themselves into the walls, tree roots spiraling into designs only the could replicate.
Roses the colors of pure white, delicate red and sunshine yellow basked in the suns rays. Lilacs grew in a massive bush in one corner, though slightly shaded by a mini palm that Kyle currently resided beside. Dahlia's and tulips and lilies and flowers she couldn't even remember the names of grew in a garden that scattered across the floor, bringing the beautiful room to life. It reminded her of The Secret Garden before Cam had even mentioned it, and it took all of her to restrain herself from talking about the book she loved so.
But one thing made her uneasy.
Her highly sensitive nose couldn't pick up any scent of flowers. Fresh air and grass outside, yes. The strong scents of infinite flowers, no. She took several steps forward, her head tilting back as she stopped, looking at the sky through the thick canopy of branches. Sunlight fell like a halo around her and the rest of those who ventured into the sun, warming her and calming her briefly. Until she looked back at the flowers, and remembered that they held no scent.
"They don't smell," she muttered to herself, until she looked at the rest of the group. "The flowers. They don't smell."

“Yes they do,” Cam protested. “They’re just the wrong varieties. Many flowers are scentless.”
She could smell, all right, it was fresh and green and smelled strongly of soil. It didn’t bother her that it didn’t smell like flowers. “Did you know that petunias and pinks used to be known for their scent? You wouldn’t believe it because commercial varieties no longer have that scent...” Of course, I don’t grow the commercial varieties.
Oh, she wasn’t really interested in Cam’s words.

“Seems like a reasonable explanation to me,” Kyle said.
Rylie sniffed a flower and sneezed in agreement.

“Does this make anyone else’s mouth water?” Cam asked. A cherry tree stood beside her, drooping with plum-colored fruit. They were the rather small bitter type that grew on ornamental types, but Cam hadn’t eaten since that morning, and hadn’t eaten very well the night before either.

 

[Rubysword]

Haddie huffed as she pulled herself up the stairs, and gaped at the beauty in front of her. She spotted a rosebush, the flowers long ago replaced by hips, and some fruitless strawberry bushes. She glanced down at Kipp, whose bite didn't seem to be getting better. Guess it's worth a shot. She gently extracted him from her pouch, laying him on the soft earth, and shifted into a golden retriever. She trotted over to the strawberry plants sprawling on the ground and grabbed a mouthful, ignoring their bitter taste as she chewed them-not an easy feat with a mouth made for meat eating. As the leaves became a pulp, she bit off some rose hips, wincing as the tiny thorns scratched her tongue. With the mash of leaves in her mouth, she trotted back over to Kipp, sat next to him, and spit the poultice onto his bite. She shifted back into a human and grimaced at the bitter taste and the tiny thorns still embedded in her tongue. She used her hands to mould the poultice around the bite, ensuring the most coverage of the wound. "Hey tiny dude," she gestured to Kyle, "didn't you have bandages or something?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Yes they do,” Cam protested. “They’re just the wrong varieties. Many flowers are scentless.”
She could smell, all right, it was fresh and green and smelled strongly of soil. It didn’t bother her that it didn’t smell like flowers. “Did you know that petunias and pinks used to be known for their scent? You wouldn’t believe it because commercial varieties no longer have that scent...” Of course, I don’t grow the commercial varieties.
Oh, she wasn’t really interested in Cam’s words.

“Seems like a reasonable explanation to me,” Kyle said.
Rylie sniffed a flower and sneezed in agreement.

“Does this make anyone else’s mouth water?” Cam asked. A cherry tree stood beside her, drooping with plum-colored fruit. They were the rather small bitter type that grew on ornamental types, but Cam hadn’t eaten since that morning, and hadn’t eaten very well the night before either.

"Oh, please. You're going to tell me that even the lilac's are the wrong variety? If I step anywhere near those things I normally can't even breathe because the scent is so strong." Blair approached the lilac bush, carefully sniffing the little flowers. No scent.
Curling a lip slightly, she pulled back. "It smells like...like dirt. Like the earth, and fresh and...green doesn't have a scent persay, but it smells...like trees. Like the forest. But I don't smell any flowers."

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Oh, please. You're going to tell me that even the lilac's are the wrong variety? If I step anywhere near those things I normally can't even breathe because the scent is so strong." Blair approached the lilac bush, carefully sniffing the little flowers. No scent.
Curling a lip slightly, she pulled back. "It smells like...like dirt. Like the earth, and fresh and...green doesn't have a scent persay, but it smells...like trees. Like the forest. But I don't smell any flowers."

Colby pulled his muzzle out of an evergreen bush to face the naysayer. "Um, sorry, uh, Blair, but, honestly, does it really matter?" He wore a hesitant frown that told how reluctant he felt to contradict the aggressive older girl, but then being unsure if this was even a strong enough rebuttal to count as contradiction in the first place. Then again, plants. Plants were worth it all. "This whole place is ridden with weirdness. Scentless flowers really aren't all that surprising to me after everything else we've encountered."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Colby pulled his muzzle out of an evergreen bush to face the naysayer. "Um, sorry, uh, Blair, but, honestly, does it really matter?" He wore a hesitant frown that told how reluctant he felt to contradict the aggressive older girl, but then being unsure if this was even a strong enough rebuttal to count as contradiction in the first place. Then again, plants. Plants were worth it all. "This whole place is ridden with weirdness. Scentless flowers really aren't all that surprising to me after everything else we've encountered."

"No, but it's still...odd. It's not everyday that you come across flowers that don't smell." Blair turned on her uninjured foot to look at the fox, shrugging. I'm pretty sure that's the first time I've actually heard him speak since the coffee shop. At least to me, anyway... Is he nervous? Yes, he definitely is. Great, I've scared yet another kid.
"I guess you're right, though. This isn't all that surprising considering everything else."

 

[Amer]

Haddie huffed as she pulled herself up the stairs, and gaped at the beauty in front of her. She spotted a rosebush, the flowers long ago replaced by hips, and some fruitless strawberry bushes. She glanced down at Kipp, whose bite didn't seem to be getting better. Guess it's worth a shot. She gently extracted him from her pouch, laying him on the soft earth, and shifted into a golden retriever. She trotted over to the strawberry plants sprawling on the ground and grabbed a mouthful, ignoring their bitter taste as she chewed them-not an easy feat with a mouth made for meat eating. As the leaves became a pulp, she bit off some rose hips, wincing as the tiny thorns scratched her tongue. With the mash of leaves in her mouth, she trotted back over to Kipp, sat next to him, and spit the poultice onto his bite. She shifted back into a human and grimaced at the bitter taste and the tiny thorns still embedded in her tongue. She used her hands to mould the poultice around the bite, ensuring the most coverage of the wound. "Hey tiny dude," she gestured to Kyle, "didn't you have bandages or something?"

“Yep,” Kyle said, pulling a large Band-Aid out of his pocket for pure conveniences sake of not asking Take.
He scrutinized the poultice. “Good job you’ve done there,” he said, sticking the Band-Aid on.

"Oh, please. You're going to tell me that even the lilac's are the wrong variety? If I step anywhere near those things I normally can't even breathe because the scent is so strong." Blair approached the lilac bush, carefully sniffing the little flowers. No scent.
Curling a lip slightly, she pulled back. "It smells like...like dirt. Like the earth, and fresh and...green doesn't have a scent persay, but it smells...like trees. Like the forest. But I don't smell any flowers."

“You think everything’s a trap,” Cam said, sniffing dismissively. She caused another rose to bloom and plucked the flower off the stem, tossing it into Blair’s face, petals first.
“Ooh, strawberries,” she said, noticing for the first time the leafy plants that crept around her feet. She plucked a fruit and held it up to her mouth, daring Blair to contradict her.