OOC Cafe
Polished black tiles tesselate across the cafe floor in a chaotic marvel of
heptagons, arranged by some unfathomable and alien math, reflecting a shadowed
view of this brightly-lit restaurant. Tables of wrought iron and lead glass are
arranged around the wide open room, accompanied by matching, padded chairs.
Near the entrance is a sunken area wherein the cashier is located.
Square pillars of white stone support the ceiling, helping to distribute the
illumination from dozens of skylights. Other lighting is provided by several
lampposts hidden among the many planters and by fiendishly-appointed track
lights. The cafe is laid out in an elipse and its single wall is thick glass,
revealing the restaurant to be underground. Water from the fountain in the
plaza above spills down hundreds of tiny stone steps into a pool just beyond the
titanic pane of crystal, near floor level.
A moving walkway is to the east, leading out of the cafe through a stone
tunnel and off to one side is a sign showing the path to the restrooms.
Contents:
Alpha
Obvious exits:
+ic Guest Room Scirocco's Office
Dove fades in from the spheres.
Dove waves.
Romilly has arrived.
Romilly fades in from the spheres.
Dove hugs the feline.
Alpha says, "Hello."
Romilly grins, heya.
Dove looks around, "I'm not late for it, am I? The meeting I mean...."
Alpha shakes his head, "Hasn't started as far as I know. And I shopuld know, having been here all day.
Dove hmphs.
Rhinn has arrived.
Rhinn fades in from the spheres.
Rhinn says, "Hiya!"
Alpha waves, again.
Alpha grins.
Dove sniffs at Rhinn. "Oh, 'nother dragon..."
Rhinn laughs and will bring Aubri on, then..
Rhinn returns to the game.
Rhinn has left.
Aubri has arrived.
Aubri fades in from the spheres.
Aubri says, "Better?"
Alpha rolls his eyes..... "Sheesh."
Dove yays and pouncetackles Aubri!!!! "Yep!"
Aubri laughs..
Aubri hugs Dove. "Missed you too."
Dove hmms as she looks around...."Wizard meeting at 5 implies there will be wizards here..."
Dove snuggles up against Aubri, nuzzling his chestfeathers.
Aubri chuckles. they're on the way, I"m sure.
Eniil has arrived.
Eniil fades in from the spheres.
Dove snorts into Aubri's feathers as she starts to preen him, "Fashionably late. Fashion is a form of ugliness so horrid, it has to be changed every 6 weeks..."
Eniil fehs as she pads in, idly shaking her feathers to settle them into place...
Dove makes a token hiss at the Shkrill.
Eniil thibbits back at the Grylran... Big Bad Shkrill. Oh yes...
Aubri snickers at Dove. "I, on the other hand, am /regal/.
Aubri says, "Regal is forever."
Eniil muffles a comment about that and flops down in a convenient corner.
Dove snorts and eats bigger Shkrill for breakfast...
Alpha rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Sheesh...."
A rather impressive-looking dragon comes walking in, notepad in hand. He asks in a polite rumble if anyone wishes for any refreshments or snack foods while they wait...?
Eniil will have a Grylran hatchling please.. Medium-rare.
Dove points at Eniil with an innocent grin, "Well-done please."
Eniil snorts, "Pretty Grylran. Eat cooked food like fat Windhaven!"
Aubri says, "Make that 'fried to a crisp'."
Dove nods in agreement to Eniil, "I think I'm very pretty, thank you for seeing that."
Eniil clacks her beak, "Look prettier with nice red mark on flank." She waggles her rump.
Alpha sighs and turns to the waiter, "Nothing for me, thanks."
Aubri peers at Eniil.. "You know, Dove, you WOULD make a good--OW!"
Eniil snickers...
The waiter nods to Aubri, then turns to Alpha and Romilly asking, "Did either of you wish for refreshments or snack foods?" something odd stands out about this waiter...he's solid black, red eyes, wearing naught but a leather harness and a loincloth. Hmm... He stands politely waiting for any last orders before filling the current ones out.
Dove is in one of her mischevous moods tonight.
Eniil resists the urge to grab that loincloth and yank it right off....
Dove warns Eniil, "I wouldn't do that if I were you...he might like it."
Eniil clacks her beak again, "Temmmmmpting..." She purrs, eyeing up the waiter, her lil tailstump twitching back and forth.
Aubri nudges Dove. "Don't tease the poor Shkrill.."
Alpha shakes his head at the waiter, "No thanks."
Dove gives Aubri a mock-innocent look, "Who, me?"
Dahliah has arrived.
Dahliah fades in from the spheres.
Eniil bounces an acorn off Aubri's beak, "Lesssssssssss poor than you think, Flower-chewer."
The vaguely familiar waiter bows and heads out of the room to fill out orders.
Dahliah gags...
Dove wonders when Aubri became Windhaven...?
Eniil uses it as a general term of abuse for any drake not Shkrill..
Aubri *plink*s Eniil with an acorn.
Eniil blinkblinks and studies the acorn, "Bleah. Food for centaur..." She kicks it along the floor and away from her...
The black draconian waiter returns shortly, carrying a loaded tray. From it, he sets down a few carafes of water as well as plenty of empty glasses, a platter of some sort or roasted beast in front of Eniil, and a pair of well-grilled large sirloin steaks before Aubri and Dove. He turns to Dahliah and asks, "Would you care for any refreshments or snacks foods, M'Lady?"
Aubri explains to Eniil the complex concept of "Bait".
Eniil pokes her roasted... Uhm.. Yeah. Probably best not to look TOO closely at what she's eating... She settles in to tear hunks of it off, munching really quite noisly as she wolfs it down, snapping bones without a care...
Aubri says, "Spam."
Eniil snorts, "Bait? Who need bait?" She licks some blood off her beak...
Aubri says, "Spam: The other white.. um... meatlike product!"
Romilly yikers at the spam as she returns from letting the dog out... dunno if spam's even meatlike in any way.
Dove ignores Eniil's table manners and starts tearing off pieces of her steak and tosses them down her own throat. Hey, she's a gryphon, it's how they eat.
Eniil really hopes this meeting will get underway soon. It's almost 1.30am here...
Dove wonders where Eniil's at that it's so early....???
Eniil 's in the UK...
Obasan has arrived.
Obasan fades in from the spheres.
Obasan rumbles a greeting.
Eniil gnaws on a Wizzy!
Dahliah oohs and umms for half an hour till she finally asks the waiter for some more time to think about it and a glass of wine while she decides. Spam isn't even remotely meatlike.
Aubri says, "It's a wiz!"
Dove says, "Cool. Ah, speak of the devil. Hey Oba."
Obasan waves a paw.
Obasan says, "Indeed. :) Well, hmm. I had sortof expected Rannoch and Ruwhei to be here at least..."
The waiter nods to Dahliah and turns to Obasan. "Would you care for some refreshments or anything to eat sir?"
Obasan says, "Well, something may have delayed them. So..."
Obasan perks her ear, "Mmm, I think I'm fine for now, thanks."
Eniil can only stay for about another hour then she really should go put her player to bed... And with that, she resumes eating her Grylran hatchling.. Medium rare...
Obasan says, "Cooked? Bleah. Their tastier raw."
The waiter nods to Obasan and departs briefly, only to return shortly with a bottle of chilled fireberry wine and an appropriate champaigne glass for Dahliah.
Eniil didn't want to squick people out with the blood flying all over the place. She would've had it alive and kicking if she coulda got away with it.
Obasan chuckles.
Dove shakes her head, "No, the health inspectors require they cook all meat at least a little to eliminate bad germs..."
Eniil loves playing the big bad Shkrill.. Mwahahah...
Alpha shakes his head and chuckles...
Obasan says, "In any case, I think tonight's meeting was supposed to be about setting up ideas to get more plots moving, try and make sure people don't get bored and leave and so on..."
Romilly bleahs, health inspectors are bad, meat's best raw... well fish at least.
Eniil has lots of plots going on.. Yup... most of them involve other people being here though....
Dove has a plot working in Shrilk that involves Grylrans and anyone else passing by and about two or three ready to go in argalia soon as RL releases everyone to return here, myself included.
Aubri nods.
Eniil has... Uhm... One going on in Shkrill, one in Kefetiu and 2 in Mythrayel....
Obasan chuckles, "Well, that is a problem... I think the most important thing is if you see someone else online, and idle, giving them a page. Physical distance in the game is meant to enhance RP, make the game more 'immersive', not to inhibit it. To a certain point, you can travel long distances so long as you have IC reason to do so, and remember to RP as though you have travelled a long way and are far from home."
Obasan says, "I often see 3 or 4 people on idling in different places. I think we're a close enough community that that doesn't necessarily need to be the case."
Eniil nodnods, "Course, my particular problem is a more unique one, which is physical distance... But this's been my gripe for as long as I've ever played here!" She chuckles, "The times I'm on, most of the people on this place are still in bed!"
Obasan nods. :/ "That's a problem... could do with more folks from over the east end of the Atlantic pond.
Dove nods. "I've seen and heard of those who play one time of day and another group entirely plays at the other half of the day..."
Eniil picks up a nasty lag..... She GNAWS on her connection, "Don't you DARE. This is the eighth time today you've pulled this."
Dove takes Eniil's lag, wraps it in duct tape to a rather large missle. "Try me, I dare ya."
Aubri puts Eniil's leg in there too.
Eniil nods, "Yeah.... Which is a bit of a bind for me... Take people like Eli, Srric, Khasra... The main body of the Shkrill... They're very rarely on at a sociable time for me, which makes it hard to be involved in the Shkrill Clan TP's... So I just kinda pooter along and make my own plots up instead..."
Eniil gnaws her leg off. She can grow a new one cause she's a big, mean Shkrill. Yup.
Aubri duct tapes the other three on.
Dove says, "I plan to make full use of the TP board soon as RL lets me go long enough to actually follow through with my stuff. When I post, I will list any likely possibilities and excuses others could use to join in..."
Eniil idly beats Aubri about the head with the wet end of her stump...
Obasan says, "In any case... the worst thing to do is log on, do a WHO then logout if you don't see anyone on. Second worst is to logon here and just idle... cheesy as it sounds, it's only if everyone makes an effort that the game will work. If you're by yourself, think about plots and feel free to post them on the bulletins so people know about them. If you see someone else on, but can't for certain IC reasons get together with them, just chat OOC about game ideas etc."
Dove tells Eniil playfully to leave her mate alone, "Go bug Khasra if you're lonely...."
Eniil should probably post up some details of her own plots.. Could do with getting some centaurs and unicorns involved...
Obasan nods, "Please do, Eniil."
Dahliah just loves it when people come together...
Dove wonders what Dahliah has planned over in the religious districts in Argalia....?
Eniil will admit that sometimes people just don't wanna RP with the Shkrill.. The bad rep we have can actually be a major hinderance.
Obasan says, "That's a problem Eniil, but what you should do is see if people will meet you in neutral space."
Obasan says, "Arrange things so you can meet, if not on friendly terms, but at least not fatal terms IC."
Dove takes Eniil's side, scary enough, "I've talked to Eli about the Shkrill. Which is why I'm giving them a big window to get involved through in my plot. In fact, I plan to try talking to Eli about possibly merging a piece of a plot she's running into mine..."
Eniil ooos at that and nodnods, "Sounds good to me... I mean, there is the rule about non-con death here... And I'm quite happy to meet with people on neutral ground, like the pyramid..." She patpats Dove and quietly paints a pretty red chevron on her side... Snicker...
Dove says, "The Shkrill may have a reputation IC for being bad, but that shouldn't discourage others from talking to them OOC, to plot and see what sort of story they came come up with. I know I've done a couple and both times stirred up a hornet's nest."
Dahliah is working on a few things.... Dove, you saw the mating script I wrote out, didn't you? Bri gave some good ideas for that *orders her computer to stop freezing*
Eniil agrees quite happily with the honourary Shkrill...
Aubri hugs Dove and Eniil. "Can you feel the love?"
Eniil paints a pretty red chevron on Aubri as well.. Chevrons for everyone!
Dove nods to Dahliah, "I saw it and think it's great. I look forward to seeing it happen." she turns to Eniil, "I already have the marking of the Shkrill, my dear. You're too late. It was courtesy of Khasra, may he rot in the abyss."
Alpha snickers.
Aubri says, "I think one of the main problems is, Surukk is VERY vocally antiSkrill, OOCly."
Dove looks at Aubri, "Even OOC?"
Eniil doesn't like Khasra anyway. She'd happily kick him into the Abyss herself!
Eniil quietly paints a pretty red chevron on Obasan too.... HehHeh.
Eniil prrps at that? "I knew Surukk was pretty down on them IC.. Didn't realise it went OOC as well.."
Obasan snrks
Portia has arrived.
Portia fades in from the spheres.
Obasan says, "The Shkrill are important to game RP... the Gryla and Windhaven have tended to be too cozy and touchy feely, which is not what I planned when I did the sphere layout. :) As most people know, living in paradise is _boring_."
Aubri nodnods. Eli and Khasra were yapping at him OOC a few weeks ago and it was just rediculous. His solution is to disband Shkrill and have all the plots be nice, friendly 'overcoming obstacles' sorta stuff between Grylra and Windhaven.
Aubri says, "And I'm not exaggerating either!"
Eniil ooo's as Romilly faints, "Cower before the might of the Shkrill! Grrrr!" And then paints a pretty red chevron on HER as well.
Portia says, "Heya all."
Dove nods and points at the unicorns. "Look what it did to them..."
Obasan says, "One possibility, after this #@$#@$ing bug plot is tied up will be to introduce something which will cause a great deal of conflict between Grylra and Windhaven."
Eniil snorts, "One big happy gryphon family.. Bleah! That'd be so unbelievably DULL...."
Aubri nods, "There is such a plot in the works. Gimme a bit to type.
Aubri says, "Eli made some rather snide comments that Storm took to heart, so he's going to be pulling away from Windhaven soon as we can get HIM on too."
Dove nods to Obasan. "I've been working on a plot that will get every gryphon involved....and bring up a little history (if not start to repeat) the Great Wars... I'm coordinating it somewhat with Stoda."
Aubri says, "Meanwhile, Sharrah's coming back to Shkrill and will challenge Eli, causing somthing of a civil war."
Eniil ooo's at that, "Dissent.. We like that... HehHeh..."
Eniil hmmms, "Kah's been doing his best to stick a spanner in the works with that one and get the other Clans involved with Sharrah's return."
Alpha hrms and is just going to mega-idle....
Obasan nods, "The problem with the Sharrah plot, sadly, is that there often aren't enough Shkrill on at once for a rift to really take place.
Dove still owes Khasra a gory, bloody death as well as Srric getting his just desserts... (no, she's not violent)
Aubri says, "However, I'd like to get some more shkrill in place as NPC->PCs, to flesh out both sides but particularly Sharrah's."
Dove patpats Alpha, "We'll get to dragon soon enough dear."
Dove would love to play a Shkrill, but she's already hard-pressed to play the characters she has now...
Aubri remembers not so long ago Shkrill was fairly thriving.
Obasan says, "Ah, a good RP link page: http://www.ta-veren.org/rp.html
Eniil nods, "Seems now almost all the action's with Windhaven.."
Alpha grins, "No problem. Just that since my client refused to inform me fo the activity here, and I've got other things to do for a bit, I might as well just be idle."
Portia says, "What of Rolarii? has it been discussed yet?"
Aubri thinks.. Darkmoon, Khasra, Eli, Ryelrah, Srric, Raik'ta, Eniil here, mmm... Sharrah counts I guess...
Dove says, "Go idle Alpha, we'll yell for ya later. And no, Rolarii has yet to be spoken of Portia. Any ideas?"
Obasan says, "Kirrta..., when she's on."
Eniil murrs, "Kah'Serrith as well.. He's Shkrill now."
Portia says, "Well..not really..Caught up in a mini tp, but that's all really.."
Aubri says, "OK, yes, those two though neither is on much."
Alpha smiles, "Thanks."
Dove says, "Vah'schech is Shkrill too."
Aubri nods, right, forgot her.
Eniil snorts and thwaps Aubri, "I'm on plenty... Just not when you guys are. Kah's my alt...."
Aubri ohs, hehe.
Eniil liiiiiikes Val.
Aubri says, "I just calls 'em as I sees 'em."
Dove says, "Got any ideas for RP in Rolarii, Portia?"
Eniil grins beakishly.. Cause she's got a beak. See?
Dove groans at Eniil's pun...
Eniil can't think of any more Shkrill...
Eniil 's player is running on caffeine at the moment. She's allowed to PUNish you all... Mwahahah!
Portia says, "Umm..not really =/ We lack players so often.."
Eniil had a kittycat. She's in Mythryael these days...
Dove hmms, "Have the felines thought of traveling out of Rolarii, now that it's decimated? Have any besides Saga tried to RP outside of Rolarii? The feline's biggest problem is how isolated it is from everyone else..."
Obasan nods, "Across the desolate wastes of Mythrayel.
Portia says, "I might consider it, yes..though I don't know how to get out of Rolarii.."
Eniil nods, "Not exactly all that many centaurs around these days either..."
0Dove groans over both Mythrayel and Kefetiu...."Both spheres are peaceful. What's the point of playing there? And so far any attempts to start up anything die out, no matter what it is... It saddens me to see that happen..."
Eniil murrs, "Kah went over to Kefetiu as part of a TP that's going on in Shrilk...."
Dove asks Portia, "If you were to leave rolarii, where would you go? Dragon sphere, centaurs, gryphons, unicorns, or the Core?"
Romilly has connected.
Obasan chuckles softly, "Mythrayel is a vicious cutthroat place, actually. Just nobody seems to realize it."
Aubri chuckles.
Dove tells Oba, "That's because no one's there to play it!"
Aubri says, "Yeah, you don't need warring /groups/ to be interesting.."
Obasan nods, "That too."
Portia says, "Oh, I go to the core -often-!"
Aubri blinks, I shouldn't be feeling uncomfortable here in the OOC lounge..
Portia says, "I practically live in the core..ot at least did..and if I was leaving, probably where ever the centaur's are..'cause portia's new "boyfriend" is one."
Eniil grins, "You can have lots of fun with the centaurs mercenary nature..."
Obasan nods, "Yeah, you can."
Obasan says, "Unfortunately not many people perceive them that way."
Dove wonders to Obasan, "Would it be feasable to expand the core, almost like it's own sphere for all to go RP and mingle freely there IC? I have some interesting ideas on it and would be glad to desc and build the place up..."
Dove says, "Only centaurs I've seen, or logs of I've seen, have been peaceful flower-chewers...."
Obasan says, "The Core is huge IC... we can expand it if you have specific ideas for areas that you think people would want to visit."
Dove nods and does, Obasan.
Obasan says, "That's the key, what we don't need are more rooms nobody goes into."
Eniil thinks expanding the core would be an excellent idea..... All sorts of things could go on there,.
Portia says, "Saga has or needs an area for his TP with T'kai and soldiers.."
Dove says, "If you want, I can start with rough ideas, even get a running list from others who frequent the core on what places they would like to see and have and present it to the wizards for approval...?"
Portia says, "And a healer's shopppe or something might be nice..a multispecies place.."
Eniil could show Dove some logs of the OTHER side of centaurs... The mercenary so and so's who'd sell their own mothers to turn a profit.
Servad has arrived.
Servad fades in from the spheres.
Dove tells Eniiil, "Email them to me and I'll post them if it's okay with those involved...
Stormrider has arrived.
Stormrider fades in from the spheres.
Eniil grins, "Speaking of mercenary so and so's..."
Dove says, "Speak enough smack of centaurs and their wizzy will appear. heyas Servad."
Obasan waves to Servad.
Servad says, "'Lo"
Aubri waves a wing.
Servad hmpfs. was backing up his HD, or trying to, or he'd have been here earlier.
Servad pokes Dove "Hmm...no wonder my ears were ringing."
Dove will go ahead and start preparing a rough layout idea and list of places for others to RP in at the Core and present it to the wizzards ASAP.
Eniil blinkblinks owlishly. Player is fading pretty fast here... Thinks she's going to have to go...
Aubri scritches Eniil. "See ya later.."
Dove makes sure to tuck Eniil snugly into bed...pillow *above* her head...
Obasan awwws. "G'night Eniil."
Obasan nods to Dove, "Please do that..."
Eniil snorts and eats the pillows, sneezing feathers all over everyone in the room...
Stormrider says, "Whats up?"
Dove says, "Meeting Storm. Although we've been into it for a while now..."
Obasan thinks the Traveller's Solace Inn does quite well, "If anyone wants the bartender (centaur stallion) or one of the bar maid (centauresses mostly, but other species as well on occasion) positions, let me know.
Stormrider says, "Oh"
Eniil nuzzles a Wizzy, paints another pretty red chevron on... Uhm... Who doesn't have one yet? Ahah! Stormrider! She dances over, paints a chevron on him and bounces offline!
Obasan says, "I should put some info docs on the Core maybe to make it more clear what it is."
Servad hmms. Positions...
Dove wonders if Portia would like to work somewhere in the Core...
Eniil has disconnected.
Portia says, "Work?..lol..Portia doesn't know the meaning of work any more. She's too busy gettin' spoiled with people takin' care of her all the time..Brandon's doin' so now.
Obasan chuckles.
Aubri wonders if Portia ever saw a trading card game called.. oh, what was it called?... Drat.
Alpha is back...
Portia says, "lol..Nope..I don't often trade cards.."
Servad says, "Drat? that's an odd name for a game."
Dove used to play Magic: the Gathering...
Aubri says, "There was one card I remember called "Portia" that was a catgirl sorta thing."
Aubri says, "Odd coincidence."
Dove can't stick around much longer....dinner's almost ready.
Obasan nods.
Obasan says, "Ok, well, I guess the points to take away from this are 1) Brainstorm plots 2) Talk to others online, even if only OOC'ly, 3) Post ideas to the bulletin boards."
Portia says, "Ahhh, gotcha! Well..I got Portia from Shakespearean plays."
Aubri knows the original origin. :> Brutus' wife.
Portia says, "Yeppers, and Merchant of Venice.."
Stormrider says, "Plot point, Stormdancer's and Altair's child, aka me, trying to move into Windhaven."
Dove chuckles and wonders how Stormrider will adjust there...
Stormrider says, "Don't know, hardly ever see anyone on in Windhaven"
Portia says, "Hmm...Portia could probably work at the core, at least for a few months, until she's too far with kit to stand straight."
Aubri says, "Heh.."
Obasan wonders, incidentally, what the fascination is with domesticats. It seems like 90% of Rolarii's population chooses that subspecies.
Obasan is just curious.
Aubri says, "People who would play big cats go gryphon instead?"
Obasan nods, "Possibly. Or actually, now that I look they only outnumber other species by about 2 to 1... just their representatives tend to log on more."
Romilly grins an just liked the info file for domesticats?
Aubri nods, that'd do it too.
Stormrider says, "Its posably that there are more cats loging in, thus more people end up playing them to be able to RP."
At this point Dove left the meeting, but this was the majority of what was discussed and what happened.
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