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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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
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?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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."
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?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Galen is looking through a journal/notebook in which their appear to be censored images.
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Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*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.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
*Hopefully I can change that*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Who is in the main room?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"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...*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*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?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Who is in the main room?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Nessa is hanging up streamers
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Nessa is opening up the windows and relaxing in a sunny corner of the cafe
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*day #4 of no posts: still got to keep this thing active*
Nessa is taking down the celebration stuff
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*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.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Irantu is sitting a table in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.
Brandon looks over, curious
*what does it command?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Nessa serves them another one. "So... how is it?" They say, flexing their right (bandaged) hand
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*getting too into scp so I cant not acknowledge here's existence, so give me a few*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Harvey looks up at the cyborg and waves
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*The code is basic 1's and 0's*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Galen is looking through a journal/notebook in which their appear to be censored images.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
*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.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"