LOCATION: JIM'S CAFE
TIME: 12:42 PM
The door to Jim's Cafe is locked. On the ceiling, a trap door slowly creaks open, and a masked thief sticks his head in, looking around for a few moments. When he realizes the coast is clear, he drags himself inside, his hands gripping the edge of the vent, and takes a grand leap onto the cold floor below with cat-like grace and reflexes.
The thief, completely dressed in a black sweater and pants, and a ski mask, slowly tiptoes toward the main counter. He takes out a vial containing a mysterious white powder and throws it onto the floor a few feet in front of him. The vial explodes into a large dust cloud, revealing a massive field of red trip lasers in various zigzag patterns.
The thief quickly runs forward and does a quadruple somersault followed by sixteen handstands, then does an immediate forward slide while managing to avoid each and every laser with effortless ease. Upon getting past the final laser, he walks over to the junction power box, flips it open, and flicks the off switch, shutting the laser grid down.
The thief then runs and ducks under the nearby surveillance camera, inching his way against the wall like a well-trained cat burglar. After a few minutes of this, he finally reaches the main counter. He pulls out a metal stick from within his left back pocket. Ever-so-carefully, he reaches out and flicks the cafe keys, which are on the wall near the kitchen, onto the metal rod, falling directly into the thief's waiting hand.
"Yoink!' the thief mockingly whispers, and he takes the ski mask off to reveal that its... Emerald Hyperion!
"Hee hee hee! The guys won't see this coming, just wait until they get here and see that the keys are gone!" Emerald snickers to himself before sneaking outside the back door in the kitchen.
Yes, the beach house! Fun in the sun, making sandcastles, swimming away from bloodthirsty sharks, making out like rabid hormone driven teenagers in the upstairs bedrooms, sipping on Pina Coladas and Bahama Mamas at the bar, sexy ladies sunbathing beside the pool, manly men manscaping beside the pool, and just shooting the breeze at the patio!
Don't wanna do any of those things? Well, shoot, stop on over by the BBQ grill, grab a neckbone, and GET. DA. CHEWING!!! Wanna play some volleyball on the sand? Well, the ladies can provide the nets and the guys can provide the balls (not the kinda balls you're thinking), set up a game and start taking points! Wanna just relax by the coast and watch the bouncing buoys? Shoot, go on ahead. Ain't no one gonna bother you none.
Suntanning? You can do that too. Bring plenty of sunscreen though. Want a body massage? Our trained masseuses will take care of you and your aching joints. Spin the bottle? We got plenty of beer bottles in the cooler. If you don't like neckbones, we also have a variety of foods such as seafood, ribs, burgers, hot dogs and the like. If you're not a meat eater, well, start grabbing some veggies and fruits from the trees! There's a bulldozer you can use for knocking them down. Or you know, you can just bring your own food.
We can play cards during the day and sing songs at night around the beach fire. I can't sing worth a damn, though so somebody else better bring a guitar or a harmonica or something. And for you 420 people... well, yeah, bring summa dat (some of that) too. Just remember the brownies in the oven won't be regular ones.
Inviting:
@Innocent Forever @HumanExMachina @WittySarcasm @baywasp @Fudgewobble @Lulabelle @east_coast_mel @shania @Sunday16 @JacsMom @pooky @NoneKnowNothingness @DrownedFishOnFire @may71 @Ash600 @walkerbait95 @PhoenixLady @Kiwi2016 @Cody0991 @A guy with feelings @Wiltingone @drinty
And anyone else who wants to join in, come on and do so. There's no limitations. Forgive me if I left anyone out, I'm not too accustomed to tagging so many people at once... Plus I think I might scare some users because they won't know who I am, so ya'll can tag your friends if you want.
I know what you're thinking though, weren't we already at the beach awhile back? A beach, yes. But not a beach HOUSE! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE, FOLKS! I just wanted to take the cafe duty off of the other people's hands for awhile... So... this particular get together will be good from Wednesday to Friday. Maybe that's a little long. BUT ITS A (CENSORED) BEACH HOUSE! Okay, I know I'm getting annoying with that, so I'll stop.
I'll return the keys back to their spot on Friday, waiting for pick up for the next cafe... arranger? Curator? Leader? Coordinator? I don't know. Okay... bring everyone and everything! See you there! (I hope I'm doing this cafe thing the right way. Do I need authorization?)
TIME: 12:42 PM
The door to Jim's Cafe is locked. On the ceiling, a trap door slowly creaks open, and a masked thief sticks his head in, looking around for a few moments. When he realizes the coast is clear, he drags himself inside, his hands gripping the edge of the vent, and takes a grand leap onto the cold floor below with cat-like grace and reflexes.
The thief, completely dressed in a black sweater and pants, and a ski mask, slowly tiptoes toward the main counter. He takes out a vial containing a mysterious white powder and throws it onto the floor a few feet in front of him. The vial explodes into a large dust cloud, revealing a massive field of red trip lasers in various zigzag patterns.
The thief quickly runs forward and does a quadruple somersault followed by sixteen handstands, then does an immediate forward slide while managing to avoid each and every laser with effortless ease. Upon getting past the final laser, he walks over to the junction power box, flips it open, and flicks the off switch, shutting the laser grid down.
The thief then runs and ducks under the nearby surveillance camera, inching his way against the wall like a well-trained cat burglar. After a few minutes of this, he finally reaches the main counter. He pulls out a metal stick from within his left back pocket. Ever-so-carefully, he reaches out and flicks the cafe keys, which are on the wall near the kitchen, onto the metal rod, falling directly into the thief's waiting hand.
"Yoink!' the thief mockingly whispers, and he takes the ski mask off to reveal that its... Emerald Hyperion!
"Hee hee hee! The guys won't see this coming, just wait until they get here and see that the keys are gone!" Emerald snickers to himself before sneaking outside the back door in the kitchen.
*THE NEXT MORNING*
Hiya everyone! Surprise! Betcha didn't see THIS one coming, eh? It's your boy, Emmy! Yep, for the first time (and possibly the last, I'm not too good at these things) in history, I'll be your host at Jim's Cafe! Where are we staying this time? The Beach House!!!
Yes, the beach house! Fun in the sun, making sandcastles, swimming away from bloodthirsty sharks, making out like rabid hormone driven teenagers in the upstairs bedrooms, sipping on Pina Coladas and Bahama Mamas at the bar, sexy ladies sunbathing beside the pool, manly men manscaping beside the pool, and just shooting the breeze at the patio!
Don't wanna do any of those things? Well, shoot, stop on over by the BBQ grill, grab a neckbone, and GET. DA. CHEWING!!! Wanna play some volleyball on the sand? Well, the ladies can provide the nets and the guys can provide the balls (not the kinda balls you're thinking), set up a game and start taking points! Wanna just relax by the coast and watch the bouncing buoys? Shoot, go on ahead. Ain't no one gonna bother you none.
Suntanning? You can do that too. Bring plenty of sunscreen though. Want a body massage? Our trained masseuses will take care of you and your aching joints. Spin the bottle? We got plenty of beer bottles in the cooler. If you don't like neckbones, we also have a variety of foods such as seafood, ribs, burgers, hot dogs and the like. If you're not a meat eater, well, start grabbing some veggies and fruits from the trees! There's a bulldozer you can use for knocking them down. Or you know, you can just bring your own food.
We can play cards during the day and sing songs at night around the beach fire. I can't sing worth a damn, though so somebody else better bring a guitar or a harmonica or something. And for you 420 people... well, yeah, bring summa dat (some of that) too. Just remember the brownies in the oven won't be regular ones.
Inviting:
@Innocent Forever @HumanExMachina @WittySarcasm @baywasp @Fudgewobble @Lulabelle @east_coast_mel @shania @Sunday16 @JacsMom @pooky @NoneKnowNothingness @DrownedFishOnFire @may71 @Ash600 @walkerbait95 @PhoenixLady @Kiwi2016 @Cody0991 @A guy with feelings @Wiltingone @drinty
And anyone else who wants to join in, come on and do so. There's no limitations. Forgive me if I left anyone out, I'm not too accustomed to tagging so many people at once... Plus I think I might scare some users because they won't know who I am, so ya'll can tag your friends if you want.
I know what you're thinking though, weren't we already at the beach awhile back? A beach, yes. But not a beach HOUSE! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE, FOLKS! I just wanted to take the cafe duty off of the other people's hands for awhile... So... this particular get together will be good from Wednesday to Friday. Maybe that's a little long. BUT ITS A (CENSORED) BEACH HOUSE! Okay, I know I'm getting annoying with that, so I'll stop.
I'll return the keys back to their spot on Friday, waiting for pick up for the next cafe... arranger? Curator? Leader? Coordinator? I don't know. Okay... bring everyone and everything! See you there! (I hope I'm doing this cafe thing the right way. Do I need authorization?)
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