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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.
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