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[color=ff5721][sub][b][i]Morning Star Cafe - close to open[/i][/b]
Mentions → [color=silver]Radiatron[/color] [@ScreenAcne] → [color=white][b]Unknown Presence[/b][/color] [@DocRock] → [color=a2d39c]Tehlarissa[/color] [@AdmrlStalfos19] → [color=yellow]Leo[/color] [@ShwiggityShwah]
Interacting with → [color=ec008c]Jagger[/color] [@Allycat] → [color=61b329]Riley[/color] [@Fabricant451] → [color=696969]Artaide[/color] [@Metatrooper][/sub][/color]

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All was quiet in the cafe still, naught but the crackling of embers in the fireplace and the even softer, crackling glow emitted from Fiona, quietly wiping down the same glass for the third time in a row. The sun was rising higher at this point and was ever so slowly creeping into the confines of the small restaurant. Fiona was tempted to open the shades, to let the light cascade in and give life to her place of occupation, however the owner hadn’t come downstairs yet, it wouldn’t feel right to open without him at least. Truth be told Fiona didn’t mind, there was a calm in the air as the sun continued to rise over the horizon, bathing the town in its radiant glow, and you could just barely see the moon, a transparent sphere off in the twilight sky. The town was slowly waking up, it’s denizens shuffling through the streets, embracing the cool morning breeze that swayed the trees and waved through the grass; there was both peace and content being alone with their thoughts.

Already Fiona heard Radiatron, the curious robot that it was, clanking it’s way over before settling in it’s usual spot next to the building. Fiona didn’t think it ate anything and yet, like clockwork it came to the cafe not too long before it opened; quite the curiosity it was indeed. Before long, an unusual feeling washed over them, something familiar yet not, something like a long lost kin, yet totally alien in nature. Before able to contemplate any further though, Fiona could hear singing in the distance, their voice a familiarity. Tehlarissa, by far the most unusual being to enter the cafe, yet not the most unwelcome, she usually came to cafe just for Riley’s sweets, then again who wouldn’t? Her voice was rather beautiful, the song echoing along the streets and buildings. There was a slight tinge to the lyrics though, not in a bad way, it gave the song not just a body, but a soul. Before long Fiona was humming along to the lyrics, and as the song grew louder as it drew closer, Fiona’s own melody increased in crescendo, unti-.

[color=ec008c][b]“Fiona ~"[/b][/color]

Letting out a yelp, Fiona nearly dropped the glass she’d been absentmindedly polishing in her hands, turning quickly to her boss she stammered, [color=ff5721]“M- M- Mr. Abott! Good morning!”[/color] The fire elemental wasn’t exactly good at showing off facial emotions, considering it was a constant conflagration that relied heavily upon vocal tones and inflections to convey their emotions. In this case however, the bright blue and white that dotted upon either ‘cheek’ of their face, clearly expressed embarrassment at having been caught standing about idly humming a tune in the dark. It wasn’t as though Jagger was particularly loud, the pixie’s constant default was over-exuberance, but standing quietly in the dark, the voice was ten times as loud as normal, though he didn’t seem to particularly care as he went straight for the coffee. [color=ec008c]"Oh and you already started coffee, it's like you read my mind. I have such reliable workers"[/color] Quickly regaining composure Fiona replied, [color=ff5721]“Of course! Anything for you Mr. Abott,”[/color] sighing a collective sigh of relief as her boss sipped at his fair trade, organic coffee, the door opened to greet them with the spry, almost-equally fiery red-headed niece to the elemental.

[color=61b329]“Mornin’, Auntie Fiona.”[/color] She greeted, trotting her way over to the kitchen. Fiona waved back calling out, [color=ff5721]“Good morning, my little ember! Hope you had enough to eat before coming in!”[/color] Knowing her father, Riley probably had enough to feed a small army, though [color=ff5721]‘Auntie Fiona’[/color] couldn’t help but dote on their favorite niece. When Leo first told them about adopting the infant human, Flint/Fiona weren’t entirely sure it would be a good idea to bring a tiny human into a town full of monsters. As soon as they met Riley though, the elemental was sold and vowed to help aid in the raising of their multi-tentacled friend’s child. Snapped from the thought of baby’s first steps and children’s birthday parties, the sound of heavy metal steps trudged on by as they walked through the entrance, [color=696969]"Mornin, Fiona."[/color] Artaide? When did he-? Did he sleep on the kitchen floor again? Fiona put a hand up to their forehead and pinched the bridge of their nose. He knows he shouldn’t be doing that, and yet he does...Flint/Fiona had briefly considered letting them stay at their place for a while, even willing to buy an armor stand for him to sleep in...would that be even more uncomfortable than the floor? Either way, the elemental wasn’t exactly sure what their gaseous compound was and while they hadn’t blown up the cafe, they really didn’t want to take a chance at blowing up the apartment. Stone walls meant it was at least fireproof, not explosive proof.

Turning back towards the entrance, Fiona noticed that Jagger was turning the sign from closed to open, before gazing towards the clock. Remembering that they had a drink that ‘Flint’ wanted to show Jagger later, Fiona realized it was one of those now or never moments as they made their way to the shades nearest her boss. [color=ff5721]“Excuse me, Mr. Abott?”[/color] She started to ask while pulling the blinds up, allowing light to flood the room, [color=ff5721]“My brother, Flint, had an idea for a summer theme drink he wanted to show you.”[/color] They continued moving from one shade to the next as they asked the question. [color=ff5721]“He was hoping to show it to you before the evening shift, even asked me to pick up some decorative glasses from the consignment shop.”[/color] The glasses in question being [url=https://www.barproducts.com/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/640x640/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/p/i/pineapple-glasses---set-of-4-bpc_500.jpg]pineapple shaped cocktail glass[/url]. Turning towards the entrance, patrons were beginning to file in, [color=ff5721]“Anyway, let me know later, I think you’ll find it to be really special.”[/color] Speaking of which, the armored Artaide had returned from his stint outdoors and began making his way back to the kitchen, [color=ff5721]“Hey Artaide! Don’t forget to tell me what your’s and Riley’s specials are! I still need to write them on the black board!”[/color]

All said and done, Fiona returned to their original post behind the bar and flipped open their notepad. Inflecting as much positive energy as they could, Fiona asked their first customer, [color=ff5721]“Welcome to The Morning Star Cafe! What can I serve for you today?”[/color][/center]