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- Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
"Relief? Yeah, that's usually the first feeling- anyone gets, really."
Moe set down his mug. Black coffee, like always. In the chipped ceramic, like always. Steam rose from the oil inside. Just how he liked it; thick enough to stand a horse shoe in.
"First time is always a bit of a surprise, sure," he said. "You'll get used to it."
"But-"
Hale sat, still gapping, at his host. Well, the host of his table. The Owner, er, Ma'am, had greeted him as soon as he'd stepped foot into this strange place. Moe had offered him a place at his booth. So he sat, a haze on his mind and a glass of water in his hand. Relief was certainly not the first feeling he had. It was more like- immense confusion. The words stuck in his throat, or maybe the got jammed in his brain, there were so many of them. Instead, all he could do was to glance about in awe. Seating for maybe forty, though occupied by just them currently, the room was immaculately clean. Overhead, soft light glowed down from hanging lamps of translucent glass. A checkered pattern of black and white tiles provided a solid foundation for uncertain feet. Polished plastic seats of red and white were pulled up to tables of pristine ivory, and stools stood like sentinels about the bar, where the Owner stood. She was drying a glass (there seemed to be no end to the cleaning up), but she'd glance to their table every so often with a knowing smile, checking whether they needed anything.
Finally, the thoughts flitting about his mind coalesced into a coherent question, and it fell from his mouth without his much intending it to.
"How did I get here?"
Mid-sip, Moe snorted a laugh. Coffee dribbled down his unkempt mustache and onto his chin.
"Don't rightly know, kid," he chuckled, wiping the mess with a red handkerchief that hung about his neck. "Soon as you walked through whatever door you last did, you came here. And soon as you leave through yon door, you're back where you were. Can't explain it, and Ma'am won't."
As he spoke, Moe nodded toward the portal in question. It was a simple thing of a metal frame, a clear glass interior, and a cylindrical pull bar. Outside, a gentle rain fell: soft and full of mist and impenetrable by the eye. It only served to reinforce the warmth in Hale's heart to be here. Unconsciously, his eyes darted to a wooden coat rack that stood by the entrance. His staff, runes still a-glowing, rested against the wall beside it. From a hook near the rack's top, a wide brimmed hat hung; it's brim was pulled up at the sides, and the top was folded in. It was likely Moe's.
There were so many questions, and Hale felt his pointed ears burn from the headache they were all giving him. But there was no time to ask them. At that moment, the door opened, the bell at its top corner announcing the arrival of a new guest.
@Kuno @Nemopedia here we go! Feel free to come in and relax. Go wild on what may have happened with your character immediately prior to coming to the Diner! Get into your character's head and flesh out the disorientation she may have at her sudden arrival here! For setting reference for the Diner, please use the attached picture at the top of the post. Looking forward to your first ones!
Moe set down his mug. Black coffee, like always. In the chipped ceramic, like always. Steam rose from the oil inside. Just how he liked it; thick enough to stand a horse shoe in.
"First time is always a bit of a surprise, sure," he said. "You'll get used to it."
"But-"
Hale sat, still gapping, at his host. Well, the host of his table. The Owner, er, Ma'am, had greeted him as soon as he'd stepped foot into this strange place. Moe had offered him a place at his booth. So he sat, a haze on his mind and a glass of water in his hand. Relief was certainly not the first feeling he had. It was more like- immense confusion. The words stuck in his throat, or maybe the got jammed in his brain, there were so many of them. Instead, all he could do was to glance about in awe. Seating for maybe forty, though occupied by just them currently, the room was immaculately clean. Overhead, soft light glowed down from hanging lamps of translucent glass. A checkered pattern of black and white tiles provided a solid foundation for uncertain feet. Polished plastic seats of red and white were pulled up to tables of pristine ivory, and stools stood like sentinels about the bar, where the Owner stood. She was drying a glass (there seemed to be no end to the cleaning up), but she'd glance to their table every so often with a knowing smile, checking whether they needed anything.
Finally, the thoughts flitting about his mind coalesced into a coherent question, and it fell from his mouth without his much intending it to.
"How did I get here?"
Mid-sip, Moe snorted a laugh. Coffee dribbled down his unkempt mustache and onto his chin.
"Don't rightly know, kid," he chuckled, wiping the mess with a red handkerchief that hung about his neck. "Soon as you walked through whatever door you last did, you came here. And soon as you leave through yon door, you're back where you were. Can't explain it, and Ma'am won't."
As he spoke, Moe nodded toward the portal in question. It was a simple thing of a metal frame, a clear glass interior, and a cylindrical pull bar. Outside, a gentle rain fell: soft and full of mist and impenetrable by the eye. It only served to reinforce the warmth in Hale's heart to be here. Unconsciously, his eyes darted to a wooden coat rack that stood by the entrance. His staff, runes still a-glowing, rested against the wall beside it. From a hook near the rack's top, a wide brimmed hat hung; it's brim was pulled up at the sides, and the top was folded in. It was likely Moe's.
There were so many questions, and Hale felt his pointed ears burn from the headache they were all giving him. But there was no time to ask them. At that moment, the door opened, the bell at its top corner announcing the arrival of a new guest.
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@Kuno @Nemopedia here we go! Feel free to come in and relax. Go wild on what may have happened with your character immediately prior to coming to the Diner! Get into your character's head and flesh out the disorientation she may have at her sudden arrival here! For setting reference for the Diner, please use the attached picture at the top of the post. Looking forward to your first ones!