The Untold Tales of Café [REDACTED] (SCP Tavern)

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*I swear as soon as I stop posting at a tavern it dies💀*

 *Hopefully I can change that*

*Who is in the main room?*

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Treble walks back into the cafe, twirling the pen between her fingers. "Hey, Nessa. Sorry I was gone, had to turn in my proposals for my contract. How've things been?" She sits at her customary table, gaze sweeping across the other patrons. "Huh. Same people. Thought this was a cafe, not a motel, Nessa!" she jokes as she tilts her chair back.

"Indeed... maybe I should remodel." They say, hand still wrapped in bandages

 "I like the cafe feel, though." She notices the bandages. "Oh, you're still hurt? Do you need more help? I could try some other things."

*Sorry, while I don't have a life, I've still been kept off by other things...*

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Treble walks back into the cafe, twirling the pen between her fingers. "Hey, Nessa. Sorry I was gone, had to turn in my proposals for my contract. How've things been?" She sits at her customary table, gaze sweeping across the other patrons. "Huh. Same people. Thought this was a cafe, not a motel, Nessa!" she jokes as she tilts her chair back.

"Indeed... maybe I should remodel." They say, hand still wrapped in bandages

 "I like the cafe feel, though." She notices the bandages. "Oh, you're still hurt? Do you need more help? I could try some other things."

*Sorry, while I don't have a life, I've still been kept off by other things...*

 *Agreed*

"I think I just need time... Iron and I just don't mix, and I should have been more careful............. Um....... So... What perspective jobs are you looking at?"

*Who is in the main room?*

Nessa is hanging up streamers

Nessa is opening up the windows and relaxing in a sunny corner of the cafe 

*day #4 of no posts: still got to keep this thing active*

Nessa is taking down the celebration stuff

*This did die...didn't it? Need to drum up more interest somehow.*

*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

 Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

Brandon looks over, curious

*what does it command?*

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

 Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

Nessa serves them another one. "So... how is it?" They say, flexing their right (bandaged) hand

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

 Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

Nessa serves them another one. "So... how is it?" They say, flexing their right (bandaged) hand

 He smiles slightly. "It is well." He says, his voice still slightly robotic. "O5 still hasn't told me to come back, so..." He shrugs. "Guess I'll stay here."

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

 Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

Nessa serves them another one. "So... how is it?" They say, flexing their right (bandaged) hand

 He smiles slightly. "It is well." He says, his voice still slightly robotic. "O5 still hasn't told me to come back, so..." He shrugs. "Guess I'll stay here."

 "I see... um... How was the solstice?"

*getting too into scp so I cant not acknowledge here's existence, so give me a few*

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

 Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

 Harvey looks up at the cyborg and waves

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*SMACKS*

*YOU WILL NOT DIE TAVERN*

Harvey is eating pretzels and writing reports.

Quill is writing in strings of code.

Brandon looks over, curious

*what does it command?*

 *The code is basic 1's and 0's*

Galen is looking through a journal/notebook in which their appear to be censored images.

*Seems interesting, might as well bring something in here.*

A disheveled-looking young man with a laptop rushes into the tavern and slams the door behind him. He is wearing a pair of slacks, a white button-down shirt, a simple black tie, and an eyepatch. He has white skin, a thin face, short black hair, and ears that stick out. 

*I actually did some work for the SCP foundation back in the day. I noticed some weird streetlamps that would animate and stalk around town. (Couple traffic lights too.) I let them be until I saw one drop-kick a street sweeper. There should be a file somewhere on the website... idk me friend put it in for me.*