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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:30 pm
I stare at Lizzy and sigh. "Wolfy is the only one that works here... If he's not here must be something really important... If he had properly hired me I could help you out... but nooooo"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:15 pm
Hello, Liz.
You know that machine over there with the big huge words that say HOT DRINKS will have Hot Chocolate for you. I'll get the whipped cream though. *I grab a whipped cream can from the counter behind me, and load Lizzy's Hot Chocolate with it. Afterwords I get back to my post in the stool behind the counter* Lillian, I'm not an NPC. People can only grab something from the bake case with me. Everything else is off-limits, because someone may hurt themselves.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:30 pm
I kick in the door and walk in a few paces stopping just to stand there poised like some rough badass from a spaghetti western. "Cool, I've always wanted to do that! Can I work here? I'll fix this suddenly and mysteriously broken door."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:59 pm
"If I can't you can't..." I yawn and fall asleep turning back into a cat. Now that Moon isn't here I decide it would be best to jump onto the counter and beg Wolfy to scratch me and pat me. So that's what I do.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:39 pm
The shaggy black haired male walked into the cafe with a slight curious look. His brown eyes wandered to each person who was within the cafe; then they fell to a free table. Walking over, the blue shirted male sat down and lowered his head onto it, sighing weakly. He looked... stressed and tired. "Hello members." Spock said a loud after a moment and sat up, to look around.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:10 am
*I casually gesture at the doorway, and the door melts into the floor, to be replaced by another Steel door. Since bern is unaccustomed to my café rules I can let this one slide.*
By the way miss, no damage is allowed on this premises. You may want to get your toe checked, as it may be heavily damaged from kicking in a steel door. Ah forget it. Here... *I wave my hand again, to see if I can fix any damage made. Then I get back to making a new batch of cookies.* People really should be kinder when they enter my café.
Have a seat Lady Bern, what'll you have? I couldn't get a license to serve liquor, but I have any other hot or cold drink. Of course if you bring your own liquor in, I can't stop you from enjoying it.
*I absent mindedly pick up Wynaro, and give him another expert skritchin', making sure to catch that one spot behind the ear that cats just seem to love. I loosely hold on to him this time instead of setting him back down, giving him the freedom to stay or go.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:22 am
I stare at Wolffan angrily. I lift my paw and there is a card in it. "I has license for that... maybe if you PAT ME AND SCRATCH MY HEAD! NOW! I'll let you borrow it... Or I'll be the beer salesman of the cafe..." I laugh imagining that people believed I could be this insane without a bit of liqour mixed with pepsi and milk.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:30 am
I am scratching your head, you li'l furball. *I laugh lightly as I scratch an pat a bit rougher, then I fall back on my perfected method. Keeping up the good care-taking as for a while* Besides, I already told I can't trust you as anything higher-ranked than an entertainer. You're good at that part though. Maybe if some of your chaos went away I could let you run drinks to tables or something; but for now, you should be happy I've even hired you at all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:38 am
As I open my mouth to speak a S.W.A.T. team busts through the windows takes my card cuts it in half and gives me a fine for trying to sell fake alcohol sales license. "Um... let's just pretend that never happened..." I sigh and hide about ten other cards in my ear. "I can be less chaotic! I just need something to distract me from chaos! Beside's... Chaos is getting really boring...." I sigh watching the glass return to it's position in the window. "It's like the Matrix!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:59 am
*I keep petting Wynaro just because I like taking care of animals* Well, that's one good analogy. Though the matrix was far more sinister then my baby here. *I take one of may hands and gently pat the counter, while warmly smiling at all the hard work that goes into maintaining the place.* Aww, poor kitty, you went and got your fur scruffed up from those mean ol' S.W.A.T. officers.
What other cards you got in there anyways... *I pull ten of them out from behind his ear, and quickly scan them. There are three more Liquor licenses, two licenses for medicinal marijuana, three for pyrotechnics, and one License to Kill. I glare at Wynaro for the license to kill, and all the sudden that license goes up in a puff of smoke, turns to ashes, and disintegrates. I toss one of the Pyrotechnic license cards (yes, in real life I can do some fancy card-flings) in through the Vortex's maw. It's a perfect shot, I wait a few seconds and the vortex spits it back at me with even better precision. As it flies towards me, it elongates to the length and breadth of a legal paper. A seal is also noticed as it flips gently to the counter and lands perfectly in a frame, displaying my new pyrotechnic license.* Wow quite a collection here...
*I look back at the window that the S.W.A.T. just came through and brace myself, with my hand held at my side by a holster*
//I'm waiting for a cue before posting my next action, for it is already typed out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:13 am
I growl as the License to kill burns. "Of course.. burn the one REAL License.. It took me THREE MONTHS to get that!" I jump off of him and hhiss as I walk away. Suddenly a worm hole opens and out comes the U.S.S. Kelvin lasers flaring, on a collision course with Wolfy. "Wow... they must hate you more than me.... If they kill him I call the cafe."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:14 am
*with a flick of my wrist I pull the item in the holster out reflect the laser bolts harmlessly into the Vortex's center. Then point the object towards the ship. And make sure they get a good look at it on their viewscreen. It's an Grand Admiral's rank badge. Which outranks the entire fleet* I've confiscated all of this individual's phonies. //Not counting probably another fake or two left (he did say about ten) You can let the case of the Counterfeit Licenses rest now, he's finished. *As I say the word 'finish' all the cards burst into minor flame and dissolve into ashes*
//EDIT: I needed to retro-post, because of the clever twist. I was at least expecting it to be the S.W.A.T. team again. In which case it would have been a Chief Inspector's badge. But I needed to edit in the part about the lasers, and the view screen too.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:26 am
I lean over the ashes crying and notice the starfleet leaving. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!" I scream jumping onto a ship seconds before it leaves. "LATER YOU F..." I scream and disappear. Moments later I reappear five years older with 20 or so badges and a new license to kill. "Yo... It's been awhile... Wolfy.."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:30 am
You know, Wynaro. Your license to kill becomes invalid when you enter this café. But at least it will activate again once you get off premises. I don't even WANT to know which licenses you have this time. rolleyes You still want that back-scratch or what? *Either way, I lean back in my stool, and tip my fedora back over my eyes to get some more Zs. The Vortex shrinks once again to an impossibly small dot on the mirror.*
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 2:35 am
"Sorry.. I'm not that same deranged Psychopathic kitten who was planning on eating you and using your bones as toys anymore..." I sigh flipping my hair back. "I've been through alot these past five years... A whole war to be exact... Would you like me to show you my Medals?" I smile sitting down on the table and falling asleep suddenly.
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