Trollslum Cafe XCIX: Like a Trashy Romance Novel

[Cliff_Racer]

Memsii pats the table a bit, recovering from her giggles. "U->-||- it... hhehh... it mea_s you ca_'t hha_dle thhat muchh alcohhol... hheehhee... hhoo..." She rests her head on the table and proceeds to stare at her hand a bit more.

[Suds McFuddle]

Oh, okaj I guess!

Nedela starts to mimic Mesmii by staring at her own hand.

[Silvy]

She scowls.

What happened to 'not lord|ng over someone |f you are a lowblood'? || mean, sure, you're a m|dblood, but ||'m not much lower than you! Fuck off. She turns away from him, crossing her arms. Oh, wow, sudden mood change. The coffee must've woken her up a bit, made her realize what was going on, and that she shouldn't bother being afraid.

[Yossarian]

Wωll you wωrω the onω, talking about honoring wishωs, and not honoring my wishωs of not bωing callωd sir, what about that huh?

[Silvy]

She still refuses to look at him.
|| told you prev|ously, |t's a hab|t. ||'m sorry for not be|ng able to break a hab|t |n a spl|t second. So back off.

[Cliff_Racer]

Memsii starts scooting towards Nedela. Scooting a bit more. She's eventually all scooted next to Nedela (the table's other chairs knocked to the ground) and gives her a big side-hug. She stares vacantly into the distance with a dopey smile on her face, still hugging Nedela. uU->---- -- thhese brow_ies are awesome.

[Suds McFuddle]

Nedela happily hugs back, giggling.

I know! Dey are verj jummj!

She proceeds to start hiccuping adorably.

[Yossarian]

Yωah, yωah. Anyways listωn, I kinda nωvω wωnt to slωωp so I'm kinda wirωd right now, which is why I'm acting so wωird, sorry about that and making you mad Goat-girl. He hops up to his feet and out the door...weird..

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In any case, time tHOOOO ghOOOhoo. Cho swoops around and just like that...leaves...

[Cliff_Racer]

Oh gods was that a hiccup Memsii cannot HANDLE this Uu->>,> ohh god you are so friggi_ adorable _edela okay like She pauses for a bit, holding out her hand. She still hasn't let go of Nedela. UU----> like, i hhave _ot met a_yo_e whho could be as cute as you are _ow... it's mystifyi_g...

[ailsagraystone]

Fellus stood up, nose in book and left just like she entered. She had some more work to do. She had to find a doctor...

[Suds McFuddle]

Nedela simply cannot handle all these compliments. Her face starts to get all blushy as she gladly grabs Mesmii's offered hand.

Heehee, dank jou so much Mesmii! Jou are verj nice!

[Silvy]

Good! That dude was gone. Time to relax Lenora, and order some chocolate cake! Delicious!

[Cliff_Racer]

u/^//// hhee, thha_ks... ahhhhhh... She then falls sideways out of her seat onto Nedela's lap, where she stares at the marvel that is the ceiling. God, Nedela, what was IN those things? Memsii is seriously messed up!

[Suds McFuddle]

Nedela just can't help but giggle uncontrollably, using her free hand to gently pet Mesmii's head.

[Cliff_Racer]

Memsii suddenly gets the best idea. Her eyes go wide and she gasps. U-C---- _EDELA!! WE SHHOULD DO SOMETHHI_G!! Then she just sits there with that expression. Yeah, Nedela gets to fill the blanks.

[Blank]

Calhad wanders in from the wide outdoors, tracking in mud. A little sunburn on his face but nothing serious. Can't have been out for long. After looking about he sees Lenora and strides over to her.

----Salutations fellow! ----How fare thee Lenora

[Silvy]

Ah, hello S|r! ||'m do|ng f|ne, yes. How about you?

[Tekkenfreak4]

This seadwelling racer enters the cafe, with yet another medal around his neck.
He came in second in his first race after his... accident.
He celebrates alone again with a coffee.
Wonder what will happen today?
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Mokuja also walks in, making this a double-troll-post.
He sits in a booth away from the seadweller he doesn't know and orders a Red Chargebeast.
He also waits for something to happen...

[Blank]

----Still in search for an interpretation of that sign
Pause.
----How about fetching an ale?

[Suds McFuddle]

Nedela gets a similar expression on her face, still petting Mesmii.

What?? What should we do???

[Silvy]

She laughs nervously. That sign, she remembers that sign. Scary.

Sure, ||'ll get you some. She orders the drink for him. Have you found any clues about that s|gn, then?

[Sandvich King]

Looks like Domara got another chance to come here.

She sits down and gets some tea, then starts looking around the cafe.

[Blank]

Ah wonderful! Ale. That saves Calhad from dealing with servebots.

----Nay! ----Tis very difficult divining the meaning of providence ----I should consult a proper oracle on such matters!

[Cliff_Racer]

u>----> i... i du__o... do you hhave a_y ideas? She pats Nedela's face.

[Silvy]

||'m sure you can f|nd a n|ce l|ttle fortune-tell|ng redblood that can help out, somewhere. She nods.