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Old 01-11-2016, 07:42 AM View Post #1 (Link) YWO Café
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Hey, hey! I've just had the thought to bring a fun little roleplay back to YWO. It's just for lazy fun and perhaps to get your mind into a writerly mood for more productive things. Create a character, give a little bit of description for them, and then jump in! If you aren't likely to reply for a while, write the character sleeping/exiting, or whatever. Magic is allowed. Because this is a site for writers, show off your good writing grammar!

I'm just going to go ahead and start, and hope people are interested. I'll add specific rules if they're needed.

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Chocolate Rabbits is a cozy little shop. Creamy love-seats with satiny cushions and round oak tables with sturdy chairs take up the majority of the room. The walls are all lined with bookshelves, with actual books on them. Classics such as The Complete Works of William Shakespeare and Frankenstein are side by side with Harry Potter and even the Twilight series. The lighting is soft and warm. Abstract art decorates the walls with splashes of blue, green, and occasionally purple or red. A counter to the right has a server, who can whip up just about any drink or desert you might find in such a cafe (though keep in mind he will, of course, not serve alcohol to those under 21 years old.) He'll take most any sort of currency, as long as its value is enough.

Elaina wandered into the shop and stood very still, right in the doorway. It was almost like a dream come true. There were books everywhere, and the smell of tea and coffee warmed her soul. She swept her long hair behind her ear, and took a few steps in. "Welcome!" the server said with a smile. Elaina approached cautiously, so that her flats hardly made a sound on the smooth floors. Her dress swished against her legs.

"Do you have sweet tea?" Elaina spoke softly. The server nodded, and began bustling around. As he worked, she noticed something odd about the cafe. There was nobody else there. Had they all disappeared? Was the shop even open yet? "Where is everyone?" she asked the server.

He shrugged. "They'll come," he said.
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Old 01-11-2016, 01:06 PM View Post #2 (Link)
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I'm more interested in building the cafe than in making a character
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In fact, the cafe often appeared more empty than it was. Elaina stood in only one room of many. A narrow gap between bookshelves at the left of the room leads to equally narrow stairs. Upstairs are three small square rooms and one square roofed balcony. Straight ahead, past the counter, is the meeting room. This is the biggest room in the building, with rows of oak tables and chairs in a neat grid in front of the low stage. But the meeting room is as invisible as it is big: its doorway hides behind one of the heavy bookshelves, and to get in you must write your name in the big, ratty green book that hides somewhere on that shelf. The bookshelves will swing open. When you want to get out, you will find a chalkboard with the names of those inside hanging on the back of the bookshelf. Erase your name to move the shelves again.

Emily had been working at the cafe for nearly a year. She wasn't sure that she'd found all of the rooms; patrons sometimes seemed to disappear into thin air. Of course, that might equally be due to magic. Emily had magic of her own, of the most common sort: she could cast spells. At the cafe, this generally meant heating things up when all the burners were occupied and cleaning up spills from a distance. She could have organized the books this way, but she preferred to do that by hand, whenever they needed it.

Just now Emily leaned against a wall at the back of the big prep area, watching Elaina take her sweet tea from the server. Not a regular, but she didn't seem uncomfortable with the vague traces of magic around her. Some people did. Those people generally left without finishing their coffee.
  
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Elaina took her tea with a thanks and a smile. She stirred it mindlessly as she wandered. Her eyes darted from the cozy seats and friendly artwork to the titles of the books. She dragged her fingers over the books on the shelves. They made a sort of bumpy rustling noise as her fingers bounced from cover to cover. Her favorites were the fabric covers with embossed print because she could actually feel the letters that made the title.

She crouched to drag her fingers over the books on a lower shelf, but felt an odd static. It made her skin tingle and gave her goosebumps. It was actually kind of a pleasant sort of tingle. She read the title of the book that felt so strange: Caring for Cats, it was called. She reached to pull it off the shelf. A spark of light jumped from the book to her hand. Elaina jerked back. "It shocked me!" she cried, totally surprised.
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Hmmm fun.

It was a fact that nobody ever knew how many people were in the coffee shop at one time. Faces seemed to appear and disappear all the time. The readers had gotten used to it. When a new person intruded on their reading, they would look up from their books and their cups and smile and blurt a perfunctory "Oh, hey".

One time, a group of raggedy scholars burst in through the front door (some readers turned their head with mild interest; they had forgotten there was an entrance or an exit). They wore speckless, white coats over otherwise disheveled clothing and clutched blank notepads to their bodies. At the head of the gang was a young man with eyes so bright gray, it hurt to stare directly into them. He pointed at the shelves and the stairs and began dividing the coffee shop.

"I'll take these three bookshelves. Sarah, you take the next three. Alex and Nora, you go upstairs and divide the bookshelves amongst yourselves," he said in a soft but level voice.

They were determined to figure out how many people were in the coffee shop.

This brought many of the readers out of their reading-induced reveries. They gathered like a crowd gathering for a spectacle. Some were delighted, others were disgusted, and all were collectively amused.
  
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Another time, an old man appeared. He shuffled down the stairs, bringing with him the smell of shower-less weeks. He was muttering something to himself - or perhaps he was speaking to the readers, but nobody really seemed to care that much.

Or if they did, it was a short-lived care. They would rise from their novels only to make a comment, then forget about him. One such comment went, "Is that Walt Whitman?"

He wasn't Walt Whitman, but the beard and glint in the eye lent him an uncanny resemblance.

He moved to the center of the room and began to give a speech. His voice was so low that only those sitting closest to him could hear him, and half of them left upon smelling the odor.

He spoke of a place he had found in some distant corner of the cafe. Out of curiosity, he had gone exploring, and he had crossed bookshelves and bookshelves into strange and people-less rooms.

This room that he had found was violent, he thought, and chaotic. There, everything was dissolved into ideas (he said this bit twice). Books melted in the air. Where the books had been, sentences sprung forth. But those sentences only lasted momentarily before scattering into words. And those words simply existed, shapeless and letter-less.

When the man had finally been able to find his way out of the room, he realized that he had been without a body for so long that he had forgotten how to walk. Luckily, he had been able to find a book titled How to Walk for Dummies conveniently placed nearby.

When he had finished his story, silence returned to the room. He stood in the silence for a long time before shuffling away.

Most of those who had heard went back to reading after remarking something or the other. But Arash had been sitting nearby, and he had listened to the man's story with intense focus. He was a young boy, and he was maturing now. It was at this point that he realized he was thirsting for adventure. He vowed to find the room and learn its ways.

But first, he would finish the novel he was reading.
  
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