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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 5:43 pm
Quote: The Dormouse Cafe: A 24-hr eatery in the 'party' district, the Dormouse Cafe provides an array of goodies to consume. The outside looks small and unassuming, inside it's large and spacious. It looks like a mix of modern and victorian decorations. While there's a regular menu, there's also a rumored secret menu where if you order from it, you'll receive a mysterious plate that gives instructions. Part of the fun of visiting this establishment is the spontaneity but everyone really knows why the cafe is always full of patrons. It's a hub for trading secrets. If you're looking for information, this is usually the place to go looking. Be careful though, you never know who is telling you what. Rumor has it you better be ready to barter too, because secrets don't come for free~ Quote: 1: You and your companion(s) have ordered the advertised speciality drink. Upon drinking it, everyone begins to sound a little squeaky...as if a mouse is speaking. Even your own voice sounds too high-pitched for what it should be. While annoying, it doesn't seem to detract from your experience. Quote: This is a NIGHT prompt only: Visiting the Dormouse Cafe in middle of the night seems a little sketchy, but you've also heard that it's the best time to get information without trying. There's a long wait and you're stuck standing outside for a long time in the should-be-spring-but-feels-like-winter. If you didn't dress for the weather you're in for an uncomfortable time! It takes anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour before you make it through the doors and another fifteen to twenty minutes to get a table. It's cramped and people all around you are talking in hushed tones but you're hoping you can pick out someone to trade with or, if you're feeling daring, you pretend like you're trading valuable information to see if anyone takes your bait
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 5:52 pm
Regan had been fishing around, nonchalantly for information about Witzend. She had been curious of notary locations in the area, places that served large amounts of customers or popular locations. Not for what the purpose they served, but because of the intel they could provide, concerning the current mission.
She had listened to people on the streets, and eventually during the later hours of the evening, found herself at the line for the cafe. The Doormouse cafe, it was called. A spot for the locals to go, and from what she understood, where secrets were exchanged for a price.
It it was money, she brought as much as she could carry inconspicuously, as well as the card Chase had offered for expenses here. She joined the line for the cafe, squinting as she realized that they were seating slowly. She didn't know what she offered as a single, but it seemed that the favor was with her as she recognized another one of Chase's hand picked lieutenants in the line. As nimbly as she could, she appeared at London's side, touching her arm briefly.
"I'm a member of Chase's." She murmured, "Mind if I join you?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 6:25 pm
London was usually better playing alone. It was a truth that she didn't mind, especially when she felt more capable of sneaking and sleuthing when she didn't have to commit half of her mind to making sure that someone else wasn't blowing the cover. She didn't even bother trying to find someone to come out with her - she didn't know anyone and that was just fine, especially after having to deal with that jackass at the meeting. When she arrived at the cafe in her favorite combat boots and leather jacket, she wasn't even surprised that the line was so long. It would have been peculiar anywhere else but here, in this strange little town, she supposed it was one of those normal things. She had been stuck in the line for what felt close to a half hour when there was suddenly a touch on her arm; she tensed immediately and flashed golden eyes to the girl at her side. The fists she made inside of her coat pockets only relaxed as she introduced her by the only name London would have heeled to and the tension that had sprung to her shoulders immediately began to unwind. "I guess that's okay," she shrugged and whipped her head back to the front of the line, swinging her high pony as she did so. "Not like I'm getting anywhere fast."
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 8:55 pm
Regan didn't react much to the girl almost snuffing her, she didn't know how to engage London beyond that they were on a mission together and well...they could work together if she liked. It was any wonder that her and Prissy had become best friends.
She was quiet as they stood together, her gaze intently focused on the door. Sh felt undressed for the occasion as she looked around, her simple blue blazer and black leggings were tucked into knee high boots.
As they made their way to the front, Regan motioned for two and pulled out the money to pay for their entrance fee. They were seated in a nice little booth that thankfully gave view to the whole place around them, without making it seem suspicious, after all, when you were in a short booth....where else did you look besides at others?
"I'm Regan by the way." Regan took the menu, her face unchanging as she looked it over and her voice calm and cool. She didn't care to order, but to maintain a semblance of cover, she did order whatever their specialty was. "Have you heard the rumors of this place?" Her light blues cut sharply across to London. She could hear hushed voices all over, words lightly carrying over conversations. It was buzzing but not in the way she imagined a nightly club or bar to do so. No one seemed to be moving towards tables....just the waiters.
That was curious for a place rumored to be a trading hub of secrets.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 6:08 pm
At least the girl wasn't chatty, she thought. They managed to stand around in relative silence as the line creeped along slowly and London was all too happy to finally get a booth once they passed the threshold and got to the hostess stand. Who knew it was going to be so damnably cold? The redhead flopped into her seat and curled one leg under herself, immediately at home as her fingers grabbed the menu and she leaned forward on her elbows. The items were all rather curious, and she settled the menu back on the table only after she gave it a thorough glance over. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary with it and she resigned to ordering a specialty drink. "London," she retorted and then, remembering herself and where they were, added, "I mean, I'm London. Nice to meet you and all that jazz." She waved a hand limply as she flopped back into the booth and let her eyes roam past Regan's pale hair, taking in the sight beyond her. It was easy enough to appear as if she was focusing on her friend while she studied the people bent close together and speaking in low whispers. Idly, her nails tapped on the table. What would unravel the secrets here? "I have, actually." She pulled her gaze back to the girl and leaned forward again, mimicking all the quiet, hushed patrons that were littered around them at different tables and booths. "Have you heard about the secret menu?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 7:15 pm
"Good. I like being on the same page." Regan leaned in and shook her head, mimicking London's closeness. "I have not, but that's what we do when we want something information wise..."
Regan tapped a finger on the menu, as the night crowd grew and yet nothing changed on the way voices carried. She tapped the menu again, looking it over and then to London.
"What do you have to offer?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 7:38 pm
It was peculiar, London thought. This was rumored to be an information mill if everything she had heard on the streets of this city was true and yet, here they were, looking at regular menu items with cutesy names and nothing, at all, that seemed out of the ordinary. It made her lips purse. What was the secret to this place? Her tongue clicked and she shrugged, dropping golden eyes back on the blunette. "I have some cash I nicked off of a guy this morning, big bills that he was dumb enough to be carrying around with him." It had been a good target, the balding businessman with a tubby middle and no idea how to work his phone. Just a quick distraction and his wallet had been swiped before he'd even noticed. It was half the reason she was here tonight; she rarely had this much money at once and if she ever had a chance at bargaining for something worthwhile, tonight was the night. Her fingers drummed on the table top. "Should we just ask about the other menu, you think? How much attention would we grab? I don't know how sneaky we're supposed to be here to be perfectly honest. It just... seems like your average hipster trap."
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2019 11:03 am
Regan looked at the cash and added her own take to the table. Two starseeds were laid out and she waited for something to pop. To a normal human's eye, they were just jewels. Perhaps someone would recognize them for what they were....
Or perhaps some civilian would take the bait.
"The worst that happens is that we drain them and leave." Regan didn't know what a hipster was, but it did feel like a trap of information here. As she drank her tea though, something got caught in her throat.
"We should-" Her voice came out high pitched and squeaky and she looked down, for the first time, her face showing a clear expression of shock. "What is wrong-" Her voice KEPT squeaking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 5:06 pm
London's fingers were tapping atop the wad of cash she had folded beneath her palm but her other hand came up as she propped an elbow on the table, holding her chin in it instead. It let her look out at the crowd, picking out the milling servers but still no one seemed to really be doing anything. It was infuriating; she hated not knowing how to accomplish something or get what she wanted. She sighed and dropped her gaze to the table, though her eyes slightly widened at the starseeds the woman procured and added to their loot. It was a shock for a moment and then she just grinned, pushing her cash to meet them like they were playing the world's most dangerous game of poker. She liked it. Tea wasn't her first choice but Regan had been keen on it and she figured why not - how many energy drinks could she really drink in a day? Her fingers curled around her cup and drew it to her lips just in time to hear Reagan's voice start squeaking. It made her laugh but, as she did, it came out high pitched like a chipmunk - which only made her laugh harder. Maybe some of the patrons closest to her were staring now but she didn't care. "It must be the tea..." It must be the tea. London bowed her head to the table to stifle her laughter but her shoulders were shaking even with her forehead pressed into the cool tabletop. In the midst of all their dramatic sleuthing, here they were like kids inhaling helium. So much for being serious, mysterious guests.
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