The NTWF Cafe

[Omni]

Deciding to try to keep the weasels (somewhat) in check, Omni had started darting across the floor, aproaching weasels and giving them a threatening growl whenever they were about to do something that might cause too much more of a mess. She stopped a group from getting into the caffiene before darting off again, slipping on the wet floor, and running into the wall.

"Alright, who left the water running?" she said, half-jokingly.

[♥ Zav]

Zav looked up at the creature before her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you the greeter, Ebil?" She bowed her head slightly in apology and continued to pet the weasel on her lap.
"Is there a reason we are standing in ankle-deep water?" Zav chuckled and nodded as Ebil assured her a Waiter/tress would be over shortly.

Zav swirled her booted feet in the water and handed over the menu for the weasel to nibble on.
"What's a weasel like you doing in a cafe?" Zav asked her red hair covering her face as she bent forwards to speak to the weasel. She shurgged, sitting back upright.
"This is the NTWF Cafe. What can you expect?"

[Fraze]

The water was getting worse now. Fraze had managed to wade to the bathroom, to the toilet, and peered into it to see if he could ascertain the cause of the toilet waterfall.

Four or five weasels swam forward to meet him, and attempted to give him an urgent message. Each one was only able to speak one to three words before another interrupted.

"Shiny!"
"Went to see!"
"Pool!"
"Sticky smoothie!"
"Started swimming!"
"Diving board!"
"Water went away!"
"Got stuck!"
"Can't get out!"
"Using diving board!"
"More water coming!"

"Uhh...let me get this straight," Fraze said. "You found the toilet, thought it was a pool, and decided to use it to wash my smoothie out of your fur. You used the toilet flusher as a diving board, and made the toilet flush. Now one of your friends is stuck in the drain, and you're trying to get him loose by flushing the toilet more?"

The weasels nodded vehemently, splashing water around even more.

Fraze could do nothing else, he had to try to extricate this weasel from his no-longer-sticky situation before he (or she?) drowned. He waded over to the toilet. It had stopped running now, since the weasels had all gone to meet him. Peering in, sure enough, Fraze saw the tail end of a weasel. At this moment, Fraze vehemently wished he hadn't been born with OCD. It'd take forever to get clean...

But he had to do it, so, he thought, he should get it over with right away. He was wearing a t-shirt, as usual, so he didn't need to roll up his sleeves. He plunged his hand into the water, reaching for the furry tail and legs at the bottom.

When he grabbed the poor creature's tail, it didn't try to fight. Either it knew he was trying to help, or...

Fraze pulled. The weasel broke the surface, dripping. It did not move.

"Let's find Zylaa," Fraze said to the other weasels.

[Zylaa]

"Weasel senses... tingling..." Zylaa raced over to Fraze, who was holding the limp weasel. "NOOOO! Number 172!" She looked around desperately. "Does anyone know CPR?" A few of the weasels jumped on 172's stomach, and 172 began to cough violently. "He lives!" The other weasels cheered. Then Zylaa turned to the soaked weasels, who tried to dissapear. It didn't work.
After a long lecture about how they should at least try to behave themselves in public, Zylaa sent the guilty weasels home, along with 172 and several others who had decided that they would celebrate their comrade's recovery.
"I'm so sorry," Zylaa said to Fraze once they had left. "For the mess... want me to clean up? I'll pay for the damages."

[Deleted]

NSQ ate some weasels and a few customers and all the dirty dishes and a couple of weapons and a curtain and part of the roof and whatever else she was supposed to eat and then went to sleep.

((Sorry sorry for the not active. I'm a bad busNSQ. T_T))

[nocturne]

Name: Nocturne
Age: 14
Species: Human
Position Desired: Janitor (Janitors are respected people!)
Wages Desired: 8 shinies per square yard of cleaned floor (respected...but hired under minimum wage)
What would make you the best candidate for the job?: Cucco saliva cleans anything. It's the new Tide. ^___^

[Ebil]

((OoC: You don't have to be a janitor if you don't want to XD Kirby and Fraze made up their own occupations, after all.))

[nocturne]

((No wai. Janitors rule. Janitors will one day rule the world, with Macs and cuccos and countless other things I said would one day rule the world. >___>))

[Zylaa]

Zylaa crept over to the sleeping NSQ and began to duct tape her to the floor. The weasels drew on her face with sharpie and made her look like a buttefly.

[Rider]

[glow=red,2,300]"You're hired," Rider said without even bothering to look at Nocturne's application, or, for that matter, bothering to consult Ventratta and Shiva. Shiva was standing in the corner, taking deep breaths and battling millenia of instinct to snap at anything furry that moves. Ventratta had taken up Shiva's duties as bouncer, but the six-inch pink fluffball was the epitome of unthreatening.

It was... chaos, to say the least.

Rider sighed, as the waitress brought two bowls of Denim soup to Strife and Plushie. Strange, those two seemed to be in their own little world, removed from the chaos. She didn't know about Strife, but Plush out to be in the middle of the chaos, even the cause of it.

Always eager to sniff out scandal, (even concerning ehr father and oldest forum friend) she moved to the table beside the pair, sat backwards on the seat and poked Strife in the ribs. "Do I have to report this to Leoness?" she teased. [/glow]

[zarikrahia]

A brunette opened the door and grimaced 'They say curiosity killed the Bookmaster.' she said, making a wry face. 'More curiosity drenched the Bookmaster.'

[Fraze]

Fraze smiled at Zylaa. "Don't worry, it's not my job or yours to clean this up. It's now Noc's job." He immediately went searching for Noc, dragging him over to the bathroom.

Looking back at Zylaa, he grinned as he saw her pranking NSQ. Just after she gave that lecture to her weasels about behaving themselves in public, he thought.

[Kat]

Kat sighed, and stifled a little laugh. At least she knew they weren't in real danger. She called back the purple fireball, and it alighted on her shoulder, taking the shape of a perched amethyst phoenix. But as she walked back to her table, the magic phoenix preening its blazing feathers, the mage stopped in her tracks.

"The writing on the table," was all she could mutter to herself. The purple phoenix disappeared from her shoulder as Kat called back her power, and she looked at the message scrawled on the table.

Ancient runes.

For a while, all she could do was squint and stare at the writing, desperately trying to remember what she knew about old writing, like Egyptian hieroglyphics and cave drawings. But unlike those, Kat knew she could understand what was scratched into the wood, but would she recall how to break the code?

At last, it made sense, but she tripped over her cape as she stood up, falling backwards and rubbing her back with the hand that the text scalded what seemed like an eternity ago.

"Get out," she whispered, scarcely believeing the words she formed on her lips. "Get out," the mage repeated, this time loudly enough for everyone to hear, "and never return! That's what it said!"

[nocturne]

Nocturne sighed and dunked a cucco into his bucket of water. "Shame it wasn't bigger," he said to himself. He stared blankly at the mess for another moment, then realized he was drowning his cucco. He hurriedly pulled his cleaning solution out of the drink and dried it off, then set to work.

After a swift minute of mopping, no sign of ferret madness was visible to the naked eye. To a trained eye like Noc's, he could see deadly bacterium still swarming in every corner of the bathroom, but there was no way to get rid of it. At least, not without a couple dozen cuccos, but Noc was sure there was enough trouble with ferrets, much less a mob of cuccos.

[♥ Zav]

Zav lifted a shoulder and dropped it again. She shook her head a bit and returned to observing the menu.
"What should I have?" She asked herself. Her eyes scanned the room above the menu top, nodded and giggled. She brought her knees up to under her chin realising she was mkaing the chair wet from her waterlogged boots.
"Ah well." She looked around for a waitor and called out for one.
"Waitor... tress!" She called grinning widely at the room. Tied around her waist was a string belt covering the minimum of her green, slightly loose tunic. Attached to it was a small pouch container her shinies.