TROLLSLUM CAFE XXVIII: Leave Your Dignity at the Door

[Rio]

Lectra nods, smiling a bit. i-i+s nice +o mee+ you*

[MostlyHarmless]

Maeleo enters the cafe. His restless eyes survey his surroundings for any potential threats. He notices one rather intimidating looking sea-dweller. Normally he'd stay well away from such a character, but the sea-dweller in question appeared to be wearing Netron's jacket and scarf. Eventually his curiosity overcame his fear, and he cautiosly approached Nutela.



EXCUSE ME! miss.... ummm.... WHERE! where did you get that... that JACKET! from?

[LordScientist]

Yes that is definitely the troll that Peprer was fighting with.

"biRdie i have tO gO nOW."
Anteli absconds from the cafe.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Eve enters the cafe. She's still steadily getting used to the fact that she only exists in one universe now. Not even one with that many loopholes in the laws of physics! How boring.

She does her best to make it more fun by trying to walk on her hands.

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

Aequa glances at the greenblood with the broken horn.
She gently puts her arm around Cirrin, careful not to brush any of his wounds.

Oh, and thanks again for giving m< 3 my not< 3book back!
I was worri< 3d it might fall into th< 3 wrong hands...

[Pootporri]

oh, this old thing? i took it from some guy who looked like he had a painted golf ball for an eye! it was really rather silly, but this sure is a nice jacket! the scarf was just an added bonus when he tried to take his jacket back.

Nutela stops making squinty eye faces and looks at Malaeo. Oh dear, what was wrong with this poor troll's eyes?


oh dear, you seem to be afflicted with some sort of eye impediment as well! are you from the same genepool as him?

[Araiss]

Archai walks into the cafe, finally recovered from that somewhat emotional spiel the other day. He looks around and sees Eve, he should go ask how she's doing. So Archai goes up to her.



Hello, yes hello again Eve. Um..are you feeling better from..uh..that day, yes?

[Blank]

CIRRIN RUNFAR looks at her intriguingly, as if he was curious about what was in it.

He mimes that he didn't take a peek, which involves covering his eyes and shaking his head.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Eve looks up at Archai. Or is it down? Vertical directions are awkward when you're trying to walk on your hands.

Oh, hi! Better from what?

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

Aequa giggles at his miming. She gets the idea though.

Thanks. It's just not< 3s for an articl< 3 I'v< 3 b< 33n working on.
Actually -- h< 3r< 3, you can us< 3 it if you'd lik< 3!

She turns the notebook to a blank page in the back and hands him her pen.

It might mak< 3 it a bit < 3asi< 3r to communicat< 3!

[Araiss]

Did she..not remember? I mean he got punched for that incident, not that he wasn't used to it sometimes.



Um...remember, yes remember? You had yelled at that subjuggalator, and you fainted, yes.

[MostlyHarmless]

Oh no oh no oh no. Was she going to cull him for being a mutant or something? Come on now Maeleo, don't panic.... Well at the very least try to panic in a calm and collected fashion.

my EYES?! there's nothing WRONG! with my EYES! look



completely NORMAL! ha ha ha....

[aphoticConniver]

Oh hey, when did he switch jackets.
Shame to you, Missh Murdoc. I would asshume thish ish your lushush?

[scintillatingMoniker]

Eve pauses for a while. Her arms have also started shaking and her face is a bit brown.

Ohhhhhhhhh that. Right! I didn't fee/ bad about that!
Wait, is terror a bad fee/ing? It's sort of new rea//y, I never needed it before! Sort of usefu/!

[Rio]

yes, bu+ he doesn+ have a name*** i jus+ call him Papa* Lectra decides not to question the jacket thing.

[Blank]

He gets busy jotting down.
Great idea.
It was frustrating not being able to talk and properly thank you.
CIRRIN RUNFAR really appreciates it.

He pauses and taps the pen on his chin. He was about to say he may not have survived without her help, but that sort of morbid talk seems to upset her.

So what is the article about?

[Araiss]

Um..Eve, you should, yes should stand back up. If you stay like that you could faint, yes. At the very least you could fall, yes fall.

Archai himself decides to sit at a table close by still looking at Eve.

And um..terror..or fear, yes fear is...the answer is yes and no. I'll tell you if you sit down, yes.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Nah, I'// be fi

and then her head hits the floor with a nice thunk.

[Pootporri]

ah yes, completely normal, other than the one that's jumping to the other side of your head every 1.47 seconds or so! but yes, i understand.

Nutela tilts her head rather inquisitively.

by the way, do you know netronn? a friend of yours, perhaps? a terrible one, i'm sure. i'm sure he wears such nice jackets to combat his horrible personality, yes?

[aphoticConniver]

Fitting. A noble lushush for a fine young lady shuch ash yourshelf.
Yeah, don't mention your lusus, shes quite the bitch.

[Araiss]

Well..Archai expected that to happen. Archai gets up from his seat and helps Eve off to floor leading her to a table.



See Eve, you need to listen, yes listen sometimes. Or else you will get hurt, and that is bad, yes.

After leading her to a seat he himself sits back down at his own.

Um...for terror..or fear, yes fear, like I said it's both good and bad. It is good because..it warns you when you're in trouble, yes. It is bad because..if you are experiencing it..it means you're in trouble, yes trouble.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Eve doesn't seem at all bothered by the fact that she just banged her head against the floor pretty hard.

In fact she seems pretty happy abou

So if I'm terrified, that means troub/e, and if I'm in troub/e, that means I'm having fun!
Terror sounds pretty good!

goddamnit eve

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

H< 3y no probl< 3m.

She smiles.

Uhh th< 3 articl< 3. Right.
W< 3ll it's about th< 3 cast< 3 syst< 3m. Sort of a controv< 3rsial topic.

[MostlyHarmless]

well i wouldn't say he was my FRIEND! exactly... he's more like... errr... some guy who PUNCHED! me really HARD! bought me a DRINK! to make up for it, and then SCARED THE CRAP! outta me... is there a word for that?

Maeleo! You're eyes!



That's.... Better?

[arcticInkpen]

Zak walks into the calf, with his shoes squeaking and him snickering each time the squeak. He finds an empty table and pulls out a chair, but rather then sitting on the chair, he hops up on the table and sets his feet on the now pulled out chair.