DokiDokiYokai
Jukebox Hero
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{ Le Café Fantôme } Some nights, they say, seem darker than others. On a night like one of these you might find yourself wandering. Perhaps somewhere new, perhaps a place you know like the back of your hand. It doesn’t matter where, it could be anywhere in this world or the next. Eventually, you might find yourself coming across an unfamiliar building, or a door you’ve never seen before. Hanging above this door, swaying gently though there is no breeze to be felt, you might see a wooden sign painted golden at the edges with the image of a black dog prominent in the center. Above the dog words scrawled in delicate, sweeping gold letters read, “Le Café Fantôme”. If you were to find yourself reaching for the door, pressing it open, and stepping inside, you would be immediately greeted by the sights, sounds, and smells of a quaint, old parisian style cafe. The lighting would be dim, the low glow of a few sconces fixed upon the walls here and there. Tables would be scattered about, some intimate enough to seat only two and some larger for bigger parties. They would be covered by plain colored burgundy tablecloths that were edged with black lace, an antiqued gold votive shaped like an intricate lantern in the center of each. From these votives the flickering light of candles that never seem to burn low would silently dance. Each table, painted a similar antiqued gold where the wood would show, would be accompanied by matching gold chairs with burgundy upholstery. And at the back of this decently sized room, beyond the walls decorated with just a select few pieces of aged art, you would see a long counter made of dark, red-toned wood. At the left side of this counter many plates and trays offering a wide array of baked goods would reside. At the right side of the counter decorated tea and coffee tins would be stacked in shapes that were pleasing to the eye. There would be no menu in sight, but you would get the feeling that whatever place you had found yourself in could offer you anything you might desire. Suddenly, behind the counter you would notice a quiet man standing and staring at you as he gently polished a set of silver tea spoons with a soft, white rag. He would be on the taller side, maybe 6’ 3”. His olive toned skin would be stretched smoothly over a lean muscle. Dark hair would obscure his muted, gold eyes, longer in the front than in the back. As for his attire? A black silk-backed vest with three buttons, out of the pocket of which a silver watch chain swooped out and back up again. He would have a matching black tie, loosened slightly in the collar of his soft, grey button-up, the sleeves of which would be rolled up to his elbows. And his black slacks, likely held up by a black belt of fine leather, would extend down to cover just the right amount of equally fine black, leather shoes. All in all, he would look like one standing behind the counter at any given cafe might look, aside from a strange, otherworldly air about him. Though his appearance would suggest that of a person in his mid twenties to early thirties, you would get the sense that age might not apply to him as it did to others. Finally, if you looked close enough, you might notice a small, gold nameplate in an oval shape with the name, “Heldris” imprinted there in elegant, black letters. “What can I do for you?” He would ask with the faint hint of an accent you couldn’t quite place. It wouldn’t matter what language you spoke, when you entered the cafe everyone spoke the same language, no matter what they spoke anywhere else. You’d find yourself suddenly knowing that. And that’s when you might notice that though you may have entered alone at first, people would appear here and there, on and off, but each time they did it would seem as if they had been there all along. And, perhaps, they would notice the same thing about you... RULES: </p>
<ol style="list-style-type:decimal;"><li>Adhere to all RPNation rules. You are here, so you should know what they are. If you’re looking for a different experience feel free to ask each other about RP over instant messaging services, but don’t be lewd in doing so. </li>
<li>Follow post order! When people post, they should always be posting after the same person. The only time post order changes is when someone new joins the thread and posts their first post. Post order may be skipped if the person who normally posts in front of you has not posted in over 48 hours. </li>
<li>Stick to basic roleplay etiquette. This means your characters are not totally invincible (thought this is a role play with paranormal/supernatural elements so I guess they could be, just don’t ignore environment, plot, and other characters if you can help it). It also means you’re in control of only your own characters, not someone else’s. You direct actions from your character or the environment toward another character, but what they do after these are directed at them is up to the other player. It also means writing in third person is usually the best thing to stick to, though my introductory post is in second person because it’s an introduction meant to apply to anyone who might enter the thread. </li>
<li>Try to write posts that are on the more detailed and literate side.The goal here isn’t for posts to be long and epic (please don’t be intimidated by my intro, it’s just to set a scene) if you don’t want them to be, but for players to fully interact with other players and the environment in clear and interesting ways via the lovely medium of ***writing***. And for that matter, try to pay attention to what is happening in the thread before you make your entrance and when you post. If someone’s having an epic battle your character might not sit and calmly continue to sip their tea… Though they might! You do you. (I believe this is sort of also stated above.) </li>
<li>Feel free to post a character sheet if that is your thing! Be as detailed or mysterious as you want to be. If there’s things other characters might know about your character or quickly learn you can put that on their, backstory if you’d like, appearance, whatever floats your boat. </li>
<li>HAVE FUN. That’s what we’re all here to do after all, isn’t it? <img alt="
" data-emoticon="" height="20" src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/wink.png" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/wink@2x.png 2x" title=" " width="20" /></li>
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{ Le Café Fantôme } Some nights, they say, seem darker than others. On a night like one of these you might find yourself wandering. Perhaps somewhere new, perhaps a place you know like the back of your hand. It doesn’t matter where, it could be anywhere in this world or the next. Eventually, you might find yourself coming across an unfamiliar building, or a door you’ve never seen before. Hanging above this door, swaying gently though there is no breeze to be felt, you might see a wooden sign painted golden at the edges with the image of a black dog prominent in the center. Above the dog words scrawled in delicate, sweeping gold letters read, “Le Café Fantôme”. If you were to find yourself reaching for the door, pressing it open, and stepping inside, you would be immediately greeted by the sights, sounds, and smells of a quaint, old parisian style cafe. The lighting would be dim, the low glow of a few sconces fixed upon the walls here and there. Tables would be scattered about, some intimate enough to seat only two and some larger for bigger parties. They would be covered by plain colored burgundy tablecloths that were edged with black lace, an antiqued gold votive shaped like an intricate lantern in the center of each. From these votives the flickering light of candles that never seem to burn low would silently dance. Each table, painted a similar antiqued gold where the wood would show, would be accompanied by matching gold chairs with burgundy upholstery. And at the back of this decently sized room, beyond the walls decorated with just a select few pieces of aged art, you would see a long counter made of dark, red-toned wood. At the left side of this counter many plates and trays offering a wide array of baked goods would reside. At the right side of the counter decorated tea and coffee tins would be stacked in shapes that were pleasing to the eye. There would be no menu in sight, but you would get the feeling that whatever place you had found yourself in could offer you anything you might desire. Suddenly, behind the counter you would notice a quiet man standing and staring at you as he gently polished a set of silver tea spoons with a soft, white rag. He would be on the taller side, maybe 6’ 3”. His olive toned skin would be stretched smoothly over a lean muscle. Dark hair would obscure his muted, gold eyes, longer in the front than in the back. As for his attire? A black silk-backed vest with three buttons, out of the pocket of which a silver watch chain swooped out and back up again. He would have a matching black tie, loosened slightly in the collar of his soft, grey button-up, the sleeves of which would be rolled up to his elbows. And his black slacks, likely held up by a black belt of fine leather, would extend down to cover just the right amount of equally fine black, leather shoes. All in all, he would look like one standing behind the counter at any given cafe might look, aside from a strange, otherworldly air about him. Though his appearance would suggest that of a person in his mid twenties to early thirties, you would get the sense that age might not apply to him as it did to others. Finally, if you looked close enough, you might notice a small, gold nameplate in an oval shape with the name, “Heldris” imprinted there in elegant, black letters. “What can I do for you?” He would ask with the faint hint of an accent you couldn’t quite place. It wouldn’t matter what language you spoke, when you entered the cafe everyone spoke the same language, no matter what they spoke anywhere else. You’d find yourself suddenly knowing that. And that’s when you might notice that though you may have entered alone at first, people would appear here and there, on and off, but each time they did it would seem as if they had been there all along. And, perhaps, they would notice the same thing about you... RULES: </p>
<ol style="list-style-type:decimal;"><li>Adhere to all RPNation rules. You are here, so you should know what they are. If you’re looking for a different experience feel free to ask each other about RP over instant messaging services, but don’t be lewd in doing so. </li>
<li>Follow post order! When people post, they should always be posting after the same person. The only time post order changes is when someone new joins the thread and posts their first post. Post order may be skipped if the person who normally posts in front of you has not posted in over 48 hours. </li>
<li>Stick to basic roleplay etiquette. This means your characters are not totally invincible (thought this is a role play with paranormal/supernatural elements so I guess they could be, just don’t ignore environment, plot, and other characters if you can help it). It also means you’re in control of only your own characters, not someone else’s. You direct actions from your character or the environment toward another character, but what they do after these are directed at them is up to the other player. It also means writing in third person is usually the best thing to stick to, though my introductory post is in second person because it’s an introduction meant to apply to anyone who might enter the thread. </li>
<li>Try to write posts that are on the more detailed and literate side.The goal here isn’t for posts to be long and epic (please don’t be intimidated by my intro, it’s just to set a scene) if you don’t want them to be, but for players to fully interact with other players and the environment in clear and interesting ways via the lovely medium of ***writing***. And for that matter, try to pay attention to what is happening in the thread before you make your entrance and when you post. If someone’s having an epic battle your character might not sit and calmly continue to sip their tea… Though they might! You do you. (I believe this is sort of also stated above.) </li>
<li>Feel free to post a character sheet if that is your thing! Be as detailed or mysterious as you want to be. If there’s things other characters might know about your character or quickly learn you can put that on their, backstory if you’d like, appearance, whatever floats your boat. </li>
<li>HAVE FUN. That’s what we’re all here to do after all, isn’t it? <img alt="
" data-emoticon="" height="20" src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/wink.png" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/wink@2x.png 2x" title=" " width="20" /></li></ol><p>
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