Trollslum Cafe CXVII: Lusii Report Missing Charges

[Nonesense]

< ... W=ll, your choic=. >
Seimos shrugs and goes back to gazing at the other cafe goers and whistling.


Zunnah sips his soda, eyes still glued to the cafe door. He really needs to learn to relax.

[scintillatingMoniker]

SM realizes that Hayyan is super boring and wants to play someone else now



Cignis enters the cafe, shoving the door out of the way with his shoulder and finding a seat.

[Rai-CH]

Somerl finally decides on the fish and chips, complete with a glass of ice-cold lemonade. He pours enough salt on the chips to clog an artery or five.
He glances around the cafe as he eats. Despite there being quite a few trolls here tonight, the place is just so quiet right now. Though Somerl doesn't see anyone that he knows, so he decides to be lame and not bother to meet someone new. Laaame.

[Nonesense]

What is that... thing.
Zunnah silently slithers under his table. It never ocurred to him that staying still would actually be the best way to avoid having to converse with trolls that scare him.
Then again, pretty much every troll scares Zunnah. Ah drats, he forgot to take his soda with him. Oh well, losing one can of soda is usually not as bad as dying.


Seimos hears the familiar reminder noise emerging from his phone. Oh yes, it's time to go practice tennis.
He makes a swift exit from the cafe.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Cignis glares around the cafe from his seat, the serverbots leaving him a plate of... it looks like a pile of raw meat.

He lifts his mask to expose his face and starts eating.

[Nonesense]

... nopenopenope.
Zunnah turns his back to the eating going on. Suddenly the floor seems interesting... oh hey look, that marking in the wood kind of looks like a cluckbeast.
See, even the floor is calling you a chicken, Zunnah!

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

Teddie entered the cafe, looking at everyone inside and noticing...an eyesore and a green. Making a small hand gesture against the side of his head and mimicking a gun going off, the redblood decided to take the risk and approach the greenblood. This time be social.

H3y.

[Rai-CH]

Somerl by now has finished his meal (somehow not dying from a salt overload), so he's more than happy to chat with the redblood who just approached.
"<- Hey! How ^re you? ->"
However, Somerl is not very good with conversational starters. Fantastic.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Cignis glances across the cafe. Hm. Abandoned can, something under the table.

He grins to himself, wiping his lips and pulling his mask back down. Cignis gets up and calmly takes a seat at Zunnah's table.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

Well, this greenblood seemed rather chilled out and somewhat perky. Different from everyone else here usually.


Alright, I gu3ss. You?

Master of the social order, right there.

[Nonesense]

Zunnah freezes. Why. Why does this always happen.
Maybe if he doesn't say anything the creature will go away... yes that sounds like a good plan.
He does his best to stay silent and observes the feet belonging to the table invader.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Cignis grabs Zunnah's soda, pulling his mask up quickly to down the whole thing before lowering it again.

He casually crushes the can in his hand and lets it fall under the table.

yup

[Rai-CH]

"<- Quite ^lright! I'Ve been busy with ^ lot of things, lots of reorg^nising my hiVe. It was getting kind^ difficult to find things, especi^lly import^nt stuff. ->"
At this point, "perky" is an understatement. Somerl seems to be in a great mood tonight.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

Ah. That's nic3. I just manag3d to coll3ct a 3ountiful harv3st of som3 spic3s th3 oth3r night, r3ady for trad3 and sal3 in a night or two.

Truly that was a night to behold for Teddie.

[Nonesense]

... Well there goes that soda. Zunnah picks up the remains of the can and silently investigates it.
He really does hope this can could somehow tell him what to do. Sadly it can't.
Zunnah begins trembling underneath the table, he tries to get it to stop by getting a grip on a table leg.
This causes the whole table to begin trembling ever so slightly.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

((imgur is being a paaaaaaaain, so I goes da no sprites))
Chever returns from being zoned out in his book. He looks up from it and glances around.... wow, it's gotten quite busy

[Rai-CH]

"<- Oh? Wh^t sort of spices do you sell? I know I don't mind ^ bit of fl^Vour to my food. ->"
As evident in his previous meal. In fact, Somerl is already feeling a little peckish after mentioning food.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Cignis chuckles darkly to himself. He slowly grabs the side of the table, gripping his chair slightly with the other hand before he flips the table onto it's side, glaring down at Zunnah.

[Nonesense]

Suddenly the table dissapears.. no wait.. it didn't dissapear it just fell over and-
OH DEAR WHAT IS THAT THING WHY IS IT LOOKING A HIM WHAT DOES IT WANT NO
I-I-I'm shorry, I'm shorry! D-d-don't h-hurt m-me pleashe.
He pinches his eyes shut.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

All of min3 ar3 rar3 du3 to th3 conditions 33ing sp3cific wh3r3 I liv3. If you 3v3r 3ought any that w3r3 v3ry 3xp3nsiv3, th3y pro3a3ly cam3 from my hiv3.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

Chever continues to look around the cafe.... looks like the usual... even with Zunnah being picked on......
Should he help Zunnah....?

[Rai-CH]

"<- I bet you m^ke ^ killing on them! I'Ve just been selling m^ps ^nd re^lly old ship p^rts for now to m^ke my keep - I used to be ^ s^ilor by the w^y. ->"
He nods.
"<- But now I just dr^w up m^ps, so if you eVer need one, I could tr^de you for some spices? ->"
Somerl pauses, taking a sip of his drink.
"<- I'm Somerl, by the w^y. Wh^t's your n^me? ->"

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

T3ddi3. And no, sadly. High3loods r3gulat3 my inv3ntory--I only g3t a small p3rc3ntag3. So nothing's r3ally that much sp3cial a3out it.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Cignis frowns behind his mask, towering over the cowering jester.

Why nqt.
What wquld yqu dq jf I hurt yqu.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

He decides to watch how this little banter will unfold, he eyes the jester and the indigoblood closely