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Hello! Midnight Diner is a low pressure roleplay that your character can enter and leave whenever they like. For best results, I suggest any character that exists between the 70s to near future would work best for the diner's setting, but use any character you'll like. After all, who am I to tell people what to do?
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Rules:
Rules:
I. Weapons are allowed at a person's side, but drawing them out to fight will result in getting your character kicked out.
II. Violence is allowed but limited to fist fights.
III. Feel free to use NPCs as staff to keep the RP flowing. Also your characters can work as staff anytime they like.
IV. Follow the site's rules and enjoy!
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When the sun sets and the sky darkens, a diner in the distance opens its door to all of the night owls. On the roof is a flickering sign of red neon lights spelling out, "MIDNIGHT DINER". On one of the fogged windows on the brick building was a smaller neon sign that read out, "Fresh Coffee". A small group of people smoking are beside the entrance. On the dark blue double doors are small circular windows, giving any wanderers a peep into the diner. Below one of the windows is a no smoking inside sign. The business hours are posted under the other window.
Inside the diner is a dirt stained black and white checkered floor, and the walls are decorated with framed photos, clippings of news articles, and license plates. In the back is a single door leading to the only bathroom. It has a family bathroom sign with braille under it beside the door. On the other side of the rows of red vinyl booths is a jukebox and a dartboard. Under the dartboard is a small plastic container holding the red and green darts; about a few of the darts are missing.
Small ring stains of coffee decorated the marble counter in front of the open kitchen. A group of tired middle-aged men in reflective vests are seated on red vinyl stools with chrome lining, talking over coffee. There are only a couple of stools empty. The smell of strong fresh coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. The sound of silverware clanging against the tables could be heard over a R&B song playing on the jukebox.
Midnight Diner
The preamble and rules as laid out by the vanished Cursed Spirit:
Hello! Midnight Diner is a low pressure roleplay that your character can enter and leave whenever they like. For best results, I suggest any character that exists between the 70s to near future would work best for the diner's setting, but use any character you'll like. After all, who am I to tell people what to do?
I. Weapons are allowed at a person's side, but drawing them out to fight will result in getting your character kicked out.
II. Violence is allowed but limited to fist fights.
III. Feel free to use NPCs as staff to keep the RP flowing. Also your characters can work as staff anytime they like.
IV. Follow the site's rules and enjoy!
CursedSpirit wrote:
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Hello! Midnight Diner is a low pressure roleplay that your character can enter and leave whenever they like. For best results, I suggest any character that exists between the 70s to near future would work best for the diner's setting, but use any character you'll like. After all, who am I to tell people what to do?
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Rules:
Rules:
I. Weapons are allowed at a person's side, but drawing them out to fight will result in getting your character kicked out.
II. Violence is allowed but limited to fist fights.
III. Feel free to use NPCs as staff to keep the RP flowing. Also your characters can work as staff anytime they like.
IV. Follow the site's rules and enjoy!
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Midnight Diner ~ Usually Always Open
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Midnight Diner ~ Usually Always Open
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When the sun sets and the sky darkens, a diner in the distance opens its door to all of the night owls. On the roof is a flickering sign of red neon lights spelling out, "MIDNIGHT DINER". On one of the fogged windows on the brick building was a smaller neon sign that read out, "Fresh Coffee". A small group of people smoking are beside the entrance. On the dark blue double doors are small circular windows, giving any wanderers a peep into the diner. Below one of the windows is a no smoking inside sign. The business hours are posted under the other window.
Inside the diner is a dirt stained black and white checkered floor, and the walls are decorated with framed photos, clippings of news articles, and license plates. In the back is a single door leading to the only bathroom. It has a family bathroom sign with braille under it beside the door. On the other side of the rows of red vinyl booths is a jukebox and a dartboard. Under the dartboard is a small plastic container holding the red and green darts; about a few of the darts are missing.Small ring stains of coffee decorated the marble counter in front of the open kitchen. A group of tired middle-aged men in reflective vests are seated on red vinyl stools with chrome lining, talking over coffee. There are only a couple of stools empty. The smell of strong fresh coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. The sound of silverware clanging against the tables could be heard over a R&B song playing on the jukebox.
A Travel-weary Hitchhiker walks in....
I walked in the door and nonchalantly took a seat at the counter. The waitress turned her head to acknowledge me as she was putting a pie back in the display. Her expression was that of mild inconvenienced annoyance as she made eye contact with me. I immediately looked down to the counter and turned the coffee cup sitting before me upright.
"You want fresh coffee too I suppose." she quipped as if she was reading my mind. A cup of black coffee was really all I was after. Glancing at the tar that was barely visible above the metal bottom of the glass Farmers Brothers urn, I could see it looked like it had been sitting on the heat for hours. It likely tasted more like Starbucks. I had debated asking the young lady if she would be willing to make a fresh pot, but I didn't want to ruffle her any more than it looked like she has been.
"Yeah, sure, if it isn't too much trouble. I'll have a slice of that pie as well before you put it away." It was a kindly request, and she complied quietly as she cut a piece and put it on a plate. It may have just been her natural demeanor, but she had the expression that she's had a hard day. As she set the pie in front of me, I noted her black name badge on the left lapel of her kitschy 1970s waitress uniform. Eve was quick to set a glass of ice-water before me before turning back to work her magic with the coffee brewer. I started to eat my pie, the aroma of fresh coffee mixed in with the feint jasmine of Eve's perfume that kept an aura around her from the ever-present greasy food smell of the place.
Eve came back by when I was a few bites into the pie, which though a bit old, tasted good, and filled my cup with the fresh coffee, and I couldn't help but fill my lungs with its rich aroma. "Aw thank you Eve. You're an angel." I waved off the little container of cream she had lifted up from behind the counter, and she immediately put it back.
"Been a long night?" I ask after I draw a sip ever so slightly from the edge of the cup.
"Longer than some. Not as long as others." she replied, which surprised me a little. She didn't appear to me to be one for smalltalk. I wasn't able to build on it though as the fresh coffee aroma had reached the tables by the windows and one guy started tapping his empty cup repeatedly with his spoon making it sound like a bell. Eve let out a slight sigh and took the fresh pot to walk down the counter to refill some other guy's cup before making rounds to the occupied tables. I only gave a glance when she emerged from behind the counter to check out the rest of her before making myself busy at finishing the pie.
Chrissy's body ached as she drove her pickup truck down the road. She can't even remember how long she has been driving for. Her eyes spotted the flickering letters spelling out, "MIDNIGHT DINER". It's been awhile since she has hot food. Chrissy eagerly parked her truck at the side of the road and grabbed a wad from the console before getting out of her truck and closing the door behind her.
Her nose scrunched up at the smell of disgusting cigarette smoke when she was near the diner's doors. Chrissy took a seat at the counter next to a lanky fellow who looked straight out of the 70s. She quickly turned her attention to the slice of pie that the stranger was eating. It looked mighty tasty and a bit old though, but pie is pie either way. As the waitress finished pouring coffee for the occupied booths, she went behind the counter. "You want coffee too?" Eve, according to her name badge, said with mild annoyance.
"Can you do, like, an iced coffee? If it's not a bother," Chrissy said. She decided against getting a slice of pie since it was already in the display. Eve paused and said, "Well I can just take our regular hot coffee and pour it over ice, is that okay?" Chrissy gave her a tired smile and spoke, "It is. Oh and I would like milk and sugar too." Eve gave Chrissy a glass of milk and a glass sugar pourer before setting down a mug of ice and pouring coffee over it.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Chrissy poured half of the milk and around three tablespoons of sugar into her sugar. She then stirred it with a spoon and took a sip once she was done stirring. Chrissy let out a satisfied sigh as a jolt of caffeine travelled to her brain. Hit the Road Jack by Ray Charles began to play on the jukebox in the corner. "Hit the road Jack. Don't you come back no more, no more, no more," she sang along under her breath.
Her nose scrunched up at the smell of disgusting cigarette smoke when she was near the diner's doors. Chrissy took a seat at the counter next to a lanky fellow who looked straight out of the 70s. She quickly turned her attention to the slice of pie that the stranger was eating. It looked mighty tasty and a bit old though, but pie is pie either way. As the waitress finished pouring coffee for the occupied booths, she went behind the counter. "You want coffee too?" Eve, according to her name badge, said with mild annoyance.
"Can you do, like, an iced coffee? If it's not a bother," Chrissy said. She decided against getting a slice of pie since it was already in the display. Eve paused and said, "Well I can just take our regular hot coffee and pour it over ice, is that okay?" Chrissy gave her a tired smile and spoke, "It is. Oh and I would like milk and sugar too." Eve gave Chrissy a glass of milk and a glass sugar pourer before setting down a mug of ice and pouring coffee over it.
"Thanks, sweetheart." Chrissy poured half of the milk and around three tablespoons of sugar into her sugar. She then stirred it with a spoon and took a sip once she was done stirring. Chrissy let out a satisfied sigh as a jolt of caffeine travelled to her brain. Hit the Road Jack by Ray Charles began to play on the jukebox in the corner. "Hit the road Jack. Don't you come back no more, no more, no more," she sang along under her breath.
As Talitha pushed open the diner's dark blue doors, she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, her escape. Today had been a particularly dramatic day at school; Stacey and Claire, the mean girls who usually gave her trouble, had been especially harsh today. She glanced around the diner, taking in the familiar scenery. Not many stools left tonight, she thought, taking one of the few empty ones. I suppose that's normal though, she reasoned with herself. She noticed a few other people sitting close by, and Eve, the perpetually irritated waitress, was there at the counter as usual. "Coffee?" she asked grumpily, but Talitha shook her head. "Do you have sweet tea?" she asked in a soft voice. Eve sighed and said, "Give me a minute." She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a tall glass of tea which she plopped in front of Talitha. "There ya go, hon," she grumbled. Talitha took a grateful sip and thanked her profusely.
Chrissy's eyes went straight over the new arrivee with strawberry blonde hair at the counter. She went back to her iced coffee, taking more sips out of it. Eve took the pie out of the display to the waitress' annoyance.
If she was seeing correctly, there was at least three slices left. Now it was down to two slices when Eve served a slice to another patron. When Eve circled back to the counter, it was her turn to strike. "Hey, may I have a slice before you put it back please?" Chrissy kindly requested.
Eve quietly compiled and cut a slice before placing on a plate. "There ya go," she gumbled. "Thank you so much," Chrissy said as Eve walked away with a coffee pot. As the waitress was pouring some more rounds at the counter, Chrissy eagerly chowed on her slice of pie.
If she was seeing correctly, there was at least three slices left. Now it was down to two slices when Eve served a slice to another patron. When Eve circled back to the counter, it was her turn to strike. "Hey, may I have a slice before you put it back please?" Chrissy kindly requested.
Eve quietly compiled and cut a slice before placing on a plate. "There ya go," she gumbled. "Thank you so much," Chrissy said as Eve walked away with a coffee pot. As the waitress was pouring some more rounds at the counter, Chrissy eagerly chowed on her slice of pie.
Talitha took another sip of her tea and noticed one of the other patrons eying her, a woman sitting at the counter. She gave her a little half-wave, but didn't say anything. Already the way the woman was looking at her was bothering her a bit, but she was trying not to show it.
It's a rainy night out, it's cold. A tender figure hushes through the streets, she was late, way too late for her usual return home.
Lizbeth doesn't like streets in town when it's dark, and above that, that irritating rain. She needs to find shelter somewhere, dry her fur and clothes before that last few miles until comfort home. The lean anthropomorphic doe notices the flickering sign saying 'Diner'.
It was that or getting cold before home, pneumonia was knocking on her lung's door.
She trembles the moment she opens those blue doors of the midnight diner, feeling that instantly all eyes turn towards her. Her, that means this rather tall and lean female deer, her linen clothing sticking to her wet fur, her ears like drooping down, her fluffy tail lying flat against her. She doesn't wear any underwear so she holds her arms in front of her, shivering and trembling from cold. Her hooves tick on the floor when she walks. She looks for a free place, luckily one with a warming radiator close. She tries not to look into any other's eyes, avoiding contact with anyone, neither the adventurer on the counter, nor that woman appreciating her coffee, hopefully nobody recognizes her here.
Eve the waitress like instinctively comes over with her coffee pot like glued to her fingers, "I suppose you want some coffee too, huh?". Lizbeth shakes a 'No' with her head, her soft voice asking for a tea instead "I'm sorry, I don't drink coffee, I prefer a good warm tea, some herbal tea, if ever you have? ". Lizbeth speaks quite low, shy, she isn't used to any restaurant or diner, she lives secluded in her forest normally.
Eve scratches the back of her head, the coffee inside her pot dangerously sloshing, almost slopping over Lizbeth's table. "Nah, I'll see, need to boil the water. But aren't ya that.. that... nah, whatever..." she walks away, other customers might need her. Eve mumbles something between her teeth and sets up water to boil, "Hey, hun, some, err..., mint tea?" she speaks her lips curling on one side as if she were disgusted. Lizbeth nods with a soft smile, repeating "Mint will do, thank you".
Lizbeth returns to herself, blowing on her intertwined fingers in front of her muzzle, yes, she's cold... Hopefully she doesn't get sick as she trembles like aspen leaves in the wind. The warm tea will be very welcoming.
Lizbeth doesn't like streets in town when it's dark, and above that, that irritating rain. She needs to find shelter somewhere, dry her fur and clothes before that last few miles until comfort home. The lean anthropomorphic doe notices the flickering sign saying 'Diner'.
It was that or getting cold before home, pneumonia was knocking on her lung's door.
She trembles the moment she opens those blue doors of the midnight diner, feeling that instantly all eyes turn towards her. Her, that means this rather tall and lean female deer, her linen clothing sticking to her wet fur, her ears like drooping down, her fluffy tail lying flat against her. She doesn't wear any underwear so she holds her arms in front of her, shivering and trembling from cold. Her hooves tick on the floor when she walks. She looks for a free place, luckily one with a warming radiator close. She tries not to look into any other's eyes, avoiding contact with anyone, neither the adventurer on the counter, nor that woman appreciating her coffee, hopefully nobody recognizes her here.
Eve the waitress like instinctively comes over with her coffee pot like glued to her fingers, "I suppose you want some coffee too, huh?". Lizbeth shakes a 'No' with her head, her soft voice asking for a tea instead "I'm sorry, I don't drink coffee, I prefer a good warm tea, some herbal tea, if ever you have? ". Lizbeth speaks quite low, shy, she isn't used to any restaurant or diner, she lives secluded in her forest normally.
Eve scratches the back of her head, the coffee inside her pot dangerously sloshing, almost slopping over Lizbeth's table. "Nah, I'll see, need to boil the water. But aren't ya that.. that... nah, whatever..." she walks away, other customers might need her. Eve mumbles something between her teeth and sets up water to boil, "Hey, hun, some, err..., mint tea?" she speaks her lips curling on one side as if she were disgusted. Lizbeth nods with a soft smile, repeating "Mint will do, thank you".
Lizbeth returns to herself, blowing on her intertwined fingers in front of her muzzle, yes, she's cold... Hopefully she doesn't get sick as she trembles like aspen leaves in the wind. The warm tea will be very welcoming.
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