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so a bird walks into a black cat's cafe
Who: Setsura Yamaguchi and Matthias Mossflower
When: TBA, a few years ago -- a few days following the opening of the Black Cat Cafe
Where: The Black Cat Cafe
What: See the subject line.
Warning(s): N/A
[ In Setsura's defense, the sign had read "OPEN".
The sign had read "OPEN" and no one had been immediately visible on the shop's floor, which was odd to her considering it was a recently opened business. Then again -- and she stepped further in, heels clicking with each measured step as she turned her eyes about in approaching the counter, peering -- perhaps not depending upon the business acumen of this cafe's owner. If they hadn't advertised a lot, it was possible no one was quite aware that it existed in this curious little space between the alleys, but somehow, she doubted that. Word had reached her; though, she realizes that might not be the best measure considering how many eyes and ears she has out and about throughout the city at any given time. Still, she was expecting something more than that curious aroma she identifies as belonging to pages fresh and old, no doubt a product of the books she glimpsed.
Someone at least. ]
Excuse me!
[ She calls, her voice projected and strongly even as she leans forward over the counter to peer behind it. She'd come to scope the place and its owner out, especially given the business' name and its proximity to the Hidden Moon, and she has no intention of leaving empty handed. She's yet to see a single cat, though, and she'd be glad if that trend could seamlessly continue given how the thought of an interruption causes the hair at the back of her neck to stand on end. So where...? ]
When: TBA, a few years ago -- a few days following the opening of the Black Cat Cafe
Where: The Black Cat Cafe
What: See the subject line.
Warning(s): N/A
[ In Setsura's defense, the sign had read "OPEN".
The sign had read "OPEN" and no one had been immediately visible on the shop's floor, which was odd to her considering it was a recently opened business. Then again -- and she stepped further in, heels clicking with each measured step as she turned her eyes about in approaching the counter, peering -- perhaps not depending upon the business acumen of this cafe's owner. If they hadn't advertised a lot, it was possible no one was quite aware that it existed in this curious little space between the alleys, but somehow, she doubted that. Word had reached her; though, she realizes that might not be the best measure considering how many eyes and ears she has out and about throughout the city at any given time. Still, she was expecting something more than that curious aroma she identifies as belonging to pages fresh and old, no doubt a product of the books she glimpsed.
Someone at least. ]
Excuse me!
[ She calls, her voice projected and strongly even as she leans forward over the counter to peer behind it. She'd come to scope the place and its owner out, especially given the business' name and its proximity to the Hidden Moon, and she has no intention of leaving empty handed. She's yet to see a single cat, though, and she'd be glad if that trend could seamlessly continue given how the thought of an interruption causes the hair at the back of her neck to stand on end. So where...? ]