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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:24 pm
 The one thing every distraction forum needs: a character cafe! This is the place to gather up one or all the characters from your novel, set them down with a cup of tea or coffee, and chat with their fellow fictional beings. The character cafe is a great place to learn new things about your character, meet other writers and see what they're writing about, and even receive some helpful critique. If you want a character critique, just mention it in OOC.  Rules
1. Be literate. Type in sentences. Use quotation marks. Ect, ect.
2. Use some form of OOC (Out of Character speech).
3. If your character orders something, you take responsibility for playing the waiter/waitress.
4. Please don't interact too much with the staff in the cafe unless you've come up with something really, really funny, like toosh grabbing.
5. Ask questions, interact! Don't just sit in a corner and talk to yourself. Even IF your character is Generic Angry b*****d.
6. But NO FIGHTING! We're just here to talk and have a little friendly RP in between writing marathons. Heated debates, however, are fine.7. BE RESPECTFUL TO EVERYONE.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:40 pm
((Nice idea, but I have a problem with this... my character is immaterial unless he posesses somebody... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:55 pm
x_haphazard_x ((Nice idea, but I have a problem with this... my character is immaterial unless he posesses somebody... sweatdrop )) ((The character cafe is located in between dimentions, which is why characters from any genre can chat here. If he really needs a body, you're free to find one. whee I need to add "Use some form of OOC" to the rules.))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:58 pm
Sergeant Sargent x_haphazard_x ((Nice idea, but I have a problem with this... my character is immaterial unless he posesses somebody... sweatdrop )) ((The character cafe is located in between dimentions, which is why characters from any genre can chat here. If he really needs a body, you're free to find one. whee I need to add "Use some form of OOC" to the rules.)) ((Should this be done in first or third person? Sorry, I haven't RPed in a while... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:05 pm
((Third person, please. Just follow my example.))
An angel hunched over the table in the back of the cafe. His head lay nestled in his arms, forehead enjoying the cool surface of the table. A waitress glided by and dropped off a cup of steaming black coffee. The angel, Jephthah, slowly lifted his head and stared after her with tired, amber eyes.
His black wings fluttered as he cautiously tested his drink. He grimiced and licked at his burnt lips as he sat the coffee back on the table, turned in his chair and looked around for some cream. He was wearing a black business suit with the jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened and shirt untucked, obviously relieved to be away from the Office for a few hours. The coffee might be a bit of a hazard, but at least it smelled better than the stuf in Purgatory. He stroked back his pale blonde hair, putting it back in place after the short nap, picked up his coffee and went to the table where they kept pitchers of cream.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:16 pm
A woman walked into the cafe and sat next to the angel with a flourish and a grin. She -- well, he, for the thing in control may be considered male -- was esctatic to actually have a body for the day, and she'd actually been willing, so he didn't have to spend any time surpressing her true voice. Meryl was an angel, too, that's what she was, though really an exorcist.
She -- he -- whatever, asked the angel, "Hey, they got any beer here? On me."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:22 pm
Jephthah turned to the strange woman. He stared at her for a moment, as if he'd forgotten what a joke meant. Suddenly, he laughed. "God willing," he rolled his eyes. "No, there isn't any beer here."
He walked back to his table, stirring his coffee with one of those little white plastic paddles, the kind that belonged on little white plastic boats sailing down little Great River Rapids. He was still a little wary of meeting new people. Usually, it wasn't a very pleasent experiance. But her attitude was a fresh relief from the tactless, desperate fools to whom he delievered his divine 'customer service.' "Who are you?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:30 pm
Sergeant Sargent Jephthah turned to the strange woman. He stared at her for a moment, as if he'd forgotten what a joke meant. Suddenly, he laughed. "God willing," he rolled his eyes. "No, there isn't any beer here." He walked back to his table, stirring his coffee with one of those little white plastic paddles, the kind that belonged on little white plastic boats sailing down little Great River Rapids. He was still a little wary of meeting new people. Usually, it wasn't a very pleasent experiance. But her attitude was a fresh relief from the tactless, desperate fools to whom he delievered his divine 'customer service.' "Who are you?" "You sure there's no beer? Really? Damn. I thought this was a bar..." she muttered, and tossed her long red hair. The shadow had to ask the original mind of the body what the name was, and then she replied, "My name's Meryl." The real Meryl was laughing, at what a real angel would be doing so far out of his Domain. She was used to the dead, getting to know them, play checkers, and eventually make them leave, but not with angels, these higher beings. The highest being she knew was Mary Sue, but she, by all technicality, was still human. Of course, all this thought flew way over the shadow's head, and just kept the smile and look of disappointment that there was no beer in the cafe on the body's face.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:41 pm
The black winged angel glanced at his coffee. If he still had all his power, perhaps he could transmute the coffee into beer. It would only be very foul tasting beer, even as far as beer goes.
He did possess enough power to know there was something off with Meryl, but he expected to meet all sorts of odd creatures in this cafe. He would, at least, be able to tell if she was lying. "I am called Jephthah," he replied, as though it were proper to greet an aquantance so formally. He held the paddle between his teeth, lips curled back slightly, and squinted at her with scrutiny.
There was a sign outside the cafe encouraging patrons to speak freely to one another. Jephthah wanted Meryl to go first. He wanted to know what was on her mind in the face of an angel.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:50 pm
Sergeant Sargent The black winged angel glanced at his coffee. If he still had all his power, perhaps he could transmute the coffee into beer. It would only be very foul tasting beer, even as far as beer goes. He did possess enough power to know there was something off with Meryl, but he expected to meet all sorts of odd creatures in this cafe. He would, at least, be able to tell if she was lying. "I am called Jephthah," he replied, as though it were proper to greet an aquantance so formally. He held the paddle between his teeth, lips curled back slightly, and squinted at her with scrutiny. There was a sign outside the cafe encouraging patrons to speak freely to one another. Jephthah wanted Meryl to go first. He wanted to know what was on her mind in the face of an angel. "Jeph-- Jepth --" the shadow grimaced when it found that it could not make her lips form the word properly. Then she smiled again and then said, "Hey, can I just call you Jeppy? It's easier to say." The mind pushed to the side just smiled, embarrased, and shrugged. She knew it wasn't really proper to adress angels that way, but what the hell, what was said was said. "So... Anyway..." said the shadow, grabbing a sugar packet from the table and tearing it open. "What do you do for a living? I mean, it's probably important, being an agent of God and all, but still. There's got to be more to it." With that, she swallowed the sugar packet's contents in one gulp and tossed it to the side, and asked, "And what's the difference between the white and blue ones? Or does it matter?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:01 pm
Jephthah wrinkled his nose. He could say one thing for being at work; people tried very hard to remember your name. He tried to study her funny human slang, but it was no good. He had no patience. "I councel misplaced souls to get them to their rightful destination. The suit wasn't my idea." He looked away as she gulped down the surgar. Strange creatures, humans. It would hurt his head trying to understand them. "The blue and white what?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:07 pm
Sergeant Sargent Jephthah wrinkled his nose. He could say one thing for being at work; people tried very hard to remember your name. He tried to study her funny human slang, but it was no good. He had no patience. "I councel misplaced souls to get them to their rightful destination. The suit wasn't my idea." He looked away as she gulped down the surgar. Strange creatures, humans. It would hurt his head trying to understand them. "The blue and white what?" "Oh, you're one of those kinds of angels," she said, and the shadow scanned through some memories and then laughed. "Hrm. It's funny that that's kind of what I do, too!" She picked up two of the sugar packets from the bowl, one white and one blue. She weighed them in each hand, trying to decide if maybe one was heavier than the other, and then said, "They're different colors, but they feel about the same, but they say different things on them... I mean, I guess they could be two different brands, but it's sugar! Who would care? You go to a restauraunt and the only have Pepsi or Coke, but they insist on two different types of sugar everywhere?" The shadow had noticed the sugar problem back in the fortress of Doom, too, but rarely had a body to care much about it. This time, she opened up a blue sugar packet and gulped it down. They tasted a little different, but not that much that people would care in their coffee, she thought.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:14 pm
Bleu sighed as she walked into the cafe, quickly hiding her wings so people wounldn't ask questions. When she saw the angel she shrugged and the butterfly wings reappeared out of her shoulder blades. After a long day in the Fairy Realm, a day of not being able to gossip about the new arrival, she really needed a drink.
Looking at the menu, she heard herself mutter, "What? No beer?" Bleu was surprised by the sound of her own voice. Of course, any more time in the Realm and she might actually turn mute. Why was it tradition for the Fairy of Waiting to not speak? Stupid tradition. With a pout, Bleu ordered a coffee.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:17 pm
Jephthah stared at the surgar packets in the tray. Fortunately, he wasn't much for wondering about the ways of the world. Things simply were or they weren't, not that this method of reality always pleased him, there were certainly many things to be disatisified about, such as wearing ties, telephones that ring, and jazz. Watching Meryl fool around with the surgar packets was amusing in an embaressing sort of way, so he tried to make himself bored. You're more dignified when you're bored.
Funny, Meryl didn't seem to be lying about her job. In fact the issue of whether or not she lied was unaturally fuzzy, like he was seeing with his eyes crossed. He tried blinking hard. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said, a little upset over the problems she was causing.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:23 pm
Bleu took her coffee and looked around the cafe. For someone who'd been wanting to get away from all the fairies, she certainly wanted some company now. The angel appeared confused while the other was eating sugar. Bleu tasted her coffee. No wonder she chose sugar. Bleu took a breath and told herself to speak natural as she bravely approached the angel's table.
"Excuse me, please, but may I beg some sugar from your table?" There, that was natural. She'd heard Luminous, the Fairy of Light herself talk like that many times before.
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