Welcome to Gaia! ::

This place is where both owners and the owned may come and relax, though slaves may not be treated with the same kindess. Actually they will probably be forced to work in the cafe' for some time.


Having more of a classic look to the bar gives it more of a refined look and calming. It is how the owner of the cafe' likes it. Only those who work at the bar are allowed to be behind the bar.
Note: If the people who are assigned behind the bar are not there, then just pretend that someone is there to take your order. And for slaves, you are allowed milk, water or juice nothing else unless your owner says so.

Bartenders
Mistress Katrioustu
Mistress Maldigalo
Phoenice

Though it was day, the earth was in a state of twilight as lightening crackled in the distance. The smell of rain filled the room, pushed into the bar by the forceful winds outside as the front doors where parted. The figure holding the door open wore a pair of black jeans and no shirt, only shoulder guards. A long piece of heavy cloth hung from the left guard, but the wind blowing it back and forth defeated it's purpose of hiding the fact that his left arm was severed just below the shoulder. His grey eyes scanned the room as he stepped inside, letting the wind slam the door behind him. He walked toward the bar and, seeing nothing else of interest, eyed the contents of the cage laying haphazzardly on the floor in front of the bar. He came to a stop at the end of the bar, resting his arm atop it's polished wooden surface as he quizzically raised his eyebrow, trying to decide what to make of the dog-boy.

The sound of the door opening could be heard followed by a series of footsteps. The dark haired youth just walked past the others and calmly took a seat at a booth, not bothering to look over at the three just standing there. His cold eyes looking out the window momentarily before looking back at where he was.

It was cold outside and he came in for warmth, but mainly because this was his destination. He had heard about this place and the description intrigued him enough to come and see for himself. His clothes seemed more of a traditional Eastern attire, giving him a commanding presence.

He looks to her and raises an eyebrow. "Hmm.. I'll take some water with a lemon slice in it please..." He takes the menu and nods his thanks and goes through it.

He closes the menu when she returns. "I'll have the chicken with the pineapple sauce and the ciabatta(however you spell it) bread on the side. He looks to her with his dark eyes and carefully examines her like a jeweler would a gem to discover if it was a fake or not.

He looks up at the woman, but stays silent for a few moments, intrigued by her. He made no effort to look at the newcomer, though it was more a result of deep thought then out of any intention to blow him off. He snapped back into lucid thought as a result of a menu being shoved into his hand, and after scanning it for a breif second, he set it down on the bar. "Pardon my rudeness. My name is Lynx, I'm looking for a Texas Long Island Iced Tea, and a job. What might your name be?"

The door to the cafe opened slowly and a cloaked figure walked into the cafe. His cloak was dripping wet and his hood blocked out alot of his features so that none could see his face. Once inside, the figure moved his hands to his hood where he pulled his hood off his head, his face now visible to everyone. He looked like a young man, around the age of 21, his gray eyes looked around the cafe. He ran his hand through his black hair to to brush the hair out of his eyes. His cloak was slightly tattered and ruined and his eyes had a slight saddening aura to them. He did not take off his wet cloak and walked over to the bar.