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NOCTURNAL CAFE.
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NOCTURNAL CAFE.
NOCTURNAL CAFE.
the neon lights advertise the name, blindingly bright against the darkness of the night. might as well enter, you think as you swing open the door.
"good evening!" a small lady with a victorian top hat and short white hair smiles at you. "our menu is right here."
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MENU --- DRINKS ---
energy
drink ....... 0.5 c.
soda
pop ............ 0.5 c.
apple
juice ......... 0.5 c.
dreams
.............. 1.5 c.
hot
cocoa ........... 1.0 c.
positivitea
.......... 0.5 c.
productivitea
...... 0.5 c.
other
drinks available upon request.
price
will depend upon drink requested.
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MENU --- FOOD ---
mooncakes
......... 1.0c
apple
pie ............ 1.0c
chocolate
pie ...... 1.0c
chips
................. 0.5c
moonlight
.......... 1.0c
dreams
............. 1.5c
motivation
ck .... 1.0c
chocolate
ck ...... 1.0c
strawberry
ck .... 1.0c
other
food available upon request.
price
will depend on food requested.
ck
stands for cookie.
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END MENU ---
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the lady smiles at you again. "my name is miss thornecraft avian. just miss avian is fine. how can we help you today?"
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by the way : cbers, aes, captchas, captchaes, etc. are all welcome.
please don't cause a mess in the cafe. that upsets miss avian.
please don't yell loudly. that gives miss avian a headache.
thank you for your cooperation.
submitted by Miss Avian, Nocturnal Cafe
(March 9, 2024 - 12:34 pm)
(March 9, 2024 - 12:34 pm)
In a moment, the two ravens return, and I reach for the apple juice and cut a slice of apple pie, plating them each on a delicate plate, before clicking my tongue. Alaria flies over, and I give the plate to her, along with a note (sorry for the delay - m. avian).
(March 13, 2024 - 6:51 pm)
Hello!
56 sec ago
by Miss Avian
And woah I think your post is already up?? :0
(March 13, 2024 - 7:39 pm)
Our drinks are delivered.
"I got dreams. And a chocolate cookie, of course." I look at my order. Scuttles had gotten liquid rainbows- wish I'd thought of that.
My cup of dreams swirled lazily in my cup. It steamed up in curves, curling around my head and falling back into the cup. It didn't seem to be any one color, but if I had to pick one, I'd say blue-y silver. It sparkled and shone, and when I inhaled, it smelled like books, and roses, two of my favorite smells. I took a sip. It didn't even feel like a liquid in my mouth- it felt like air, to be honest. But it tasted so... hopeful. Like chocolate and honey and fresh rain and the turning of a page, if that could have a taste. But it also tasted like despair and staleness. I swallowed. As it went down my throat, my eyes fluttered. Images flashed before my eyes. Any dreams I'd given up on or forgotten resurfaced in full color. Daydreams twinkled past, and nightmares flashed by like lightning. Those would account for the despair taste. But surprisingly, the nightmares didn't bother me. Instead, I accepted that I'd dreamt them and let them go, welcoming more, to help me progress.
"What does yours taste like?" Moon Wolf asked me and Scuttles.
"Hard to describe," I held out my cup. "And I think it varies from person to person. Trade?
(March 13, 2024 - 8:00 pm)
I take a sip of my drink. It's slightly fizzy, and it slides across the tongue, tasting like fresh rain and bright sunlight. I can't quite describe the taste... It feels a bit like bittersweet memories, ridiculous moments with friends, and unadulterated joy at the same time. It brings back all my memories of rainbows, from ones high in the sky, to, surprisingly, waving rainbow flags at pride parades.
"What does yours taste like?" asks Moon Wolf.
"Hard to describe," says Hawkstar, "and I think it varies from person to person. Trade?"
"I think mine reminds you of every time you've seen a rainbow," I say, "but the taste is impossible to describe. I'd love to try a sip of both of yours."
(March 17, 2024 - 3:52 pm)
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"Hard to describe," Hawkstar says, "and I think it varies from person to person. Trade?"
"I think mine reminds you of every time you've seen a rainbow," Scuttles says, "but the taste is impossible to describe. I'd love to try a sip of both of yours."
"Of course," I nod. We exchange drinks, me trying Hawkstar's first. I take a sip, and it tastes like...deja vu, in a way, with the scent of rain, books, moonlight, and the sound of early morning and late night birds...It tastes both joyous yet melancholic.
"Wow, that truly is something," I say.
(March 17, 2024 - 8:23 pm)
I take a sip of Moon Wolf's moonlight. It's thick and rich and silky, but also light at the same time. It tastes like fresh night air, and a full moon, and stargazing.
I take a deep breath and look up at the moon through the cafe window. I'll always see it differently, now that I've tasted it
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