The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

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LittleBrownie said:
“Yeah” Take replied firmly, staring down at the phone that was in his shirt. He bent down a bit for Colby, offering it to him, “Take it, then go put that stupid stone thing in the much bigger one”
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Colby nodded gratefully, pocketed his phone, and trounced over to the mother stone -wait, wasn't that the one in the coffee shop?- with the enthusiasm of a preschooler who was the reigning line leader. After he'd unearthed his stone from his other pocket, it only took him a moment to find the remaining empty slot and insert it.
He took a step back, watching the brilliant rock with wide-eyed anticipation.
 
(Pretending that everyone slotted their stone.)
The stone glowed brighter and brighter, eventually throbbing like the mother stone had.
A blue light emerged and wrapped around the group, causing the clouds of flies to turn to ashes that billowed around them. Kyle was hit by the familiar warm sensation as the light whisked them away.
He was immediately hit by the musty, smothering darkness of the coffee shop basement, and the hard concrete floor was in stark contrast to the whorled mosaic in the tower. The enormous, looming stone that had been glowing brightly was now dead and silent, crumbling into a pile of fine, cobalt-colored gravel. The curse is broken.
And Will Laurel was gone. Just as we planned.
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Colby nodded gratefully, pocketed his phone, and trounced over to the mother stone -wait, wasn't that the one in the coffee shop?- with the enthusiasm of a preschooler who was the reigning line leader. After he'd unearthed his stone from his other pocket, it only took him a moment to find the remaining empty slot and insert it.
He took a step back, watching the brilliant rock with wide-eyed anticipation.
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Once Colby took his phone back, Take released the edges of his shirt from his fingers, a faint smile appearing as he faced Blair before the bright blue light whirled around the group, teleporting them back to the coffee shop.
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
(Pretending that everyone slotted their stone.)
The stone glowed brighter and brighter, eventually throbbing like the mother stone had.
A blue light emerged and wrapped around the group, causing the clouds of flies to turn to ashes that billowed around them. Kyle was hit by the familiar warm sensation as the light whisked them away.
He was immediately hit by the musty, smothering darkness of the coffee shop basement, and the hard concrete floor was in stark contrast to the whorled mosaic in the tower. The enormous, looming stone that had been glowing brightly was now dead and silent, crumbling into a pile of fine, cobalt-colored gravel. The curse is broken.
And Will Laurel was gone. Just as we planned.
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Take let out a deep sigh of relief, Never thought I’d be glad to be in a basement... he then quickly dashed up the stairs, totally ignoring the pile of gravel. His stomach started to rumble at the subtle smell of baked pastries, and he had to resolve his hunger.
 
Cam stumbled as the ground beneath her switched from colorful mosaic tile to poorly laid concrete, not to mention the dizzying blue light. She shivered in the unwelcome darkness of the basement. After all that craziness, she had half-expected to wake up from a early morning snooze in her garden shed, slumped against the wall of trowels, trimmers, and garden gloves all covered in a fine layer of potting soil.
But the dirt beneath her nails wasn't potting soil this time, it was remnants of mud from enchanted English forests, bits of heavy clay from underground druid temples, and a handful of loam from the rare castle conservatory. Not to mention a little bit of bug guts mixed in.
This wasn't the tame, simple phrase 'getting your hands dirty'; this mud told a story.
And I can't wait to wash it off.
Cam clapped her hands together. "So where's that Laurel guy at?" she asked, but she very quickly became disinterested in the answer. A heavenly aroma clamored it's way into her nostrils.
"Is that soup?" Cam didn't wait for the others to find out, racing up the stairs. There on the counter of the coffee shop sat three steaming crockpots full of soup, with spoons, bowls and a long loaf of French bread beside it. She struggled to control the drool that tried to fight it's way down her face.
 
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
Cam stumbled as the ground beneath her switched from colorful mosaic tile to poorly laid concrete, not to mention the dizzying blue light. She shivered in the unwelcome darkness of the basement. After all that craziness, she had half-expected to wake up from a early morning snooze in her garden shed, slumped against the wall of trowels, trimmers, and garden gloves all covered in a fine layer of potting soil.
But the dirt beneath her nails wasn't potting soil this time, it was remnants of mud from enchanted English forests, bits of heavy clay from underground druid temples, and a handful of loam from the rare castle conservatory. Not to mention a little bit of bug guts mixed in.
This wasn't the tame, simple phrase 'getting your hands dirty,' this mud told a story.
And I can't wait to wash it off.
Cam clapped her hands together. "So where's that Laurel guy at?" she asked, but she very quickly became disinterested in the answer. A heavenly aroma clamored it's way into her nostrils.
"Is that soup?" Cam didn't wait for the others to find out, racing up the stairs. There on the counter of the coffee shop sat three steaming crockpots full of soup, with spoons, bowls and a long loaf of French bread beside it. She struggled to control the drool that tried to fight it's way down her face.
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Take was chilling with a bowl of soup, sitting at the table he sat at when they first came to the shop. Loud, satisfying slurps came from him as he ate spoonfuls from his bowl.
“It’s really good” he commented, gazing up from his bowl.
 

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