NationStates Jolt Archive

Welcome to Farfetched Fantasy. A small comfortable bookstore/library, as well as a coffee shop. Come in, read up while enjoying a nice drink, and chat with the other wonderful customers. What more would you need?

[OOC: Serafima, or TUI, or any of her puppets are banned from ever coming here.]

*comes in*
wow... great... got a music section here?

Is this anything like the Paradise Clubs series?

Is this anything like the Paradise Clubs series?
OOC: Think so but I think they wanna keep it more serious and less lover's triangles.

I remember this place, Sparren founded it. More serious lol. Come and hang at Paradise simultaneously.

OOC: Think so but I think they wanna keep it more serious and less lover's triangles.Ah ok.


Not that I want to join either one. I'm a loner and an introvert at heart. I've never been able to interact with groups. :(

Don't worry dude, loners rock. And yes Ju, there is a juke box over there.

Don't worry dude, loners rock. And yes Ju, there is a juke box over there.
awww... you don't sell/loan CD's?

awww... you don't sell/loan CD's?
I didn't know you meant that...

*from behind the counter Sage points off to shelves in the back*

They're that way

I didn't know you meant that...

*from behind the counter Sage points off to shelves in the back*

They're that waygreat... thanks..

oh and if you hear something that sounds like a cat being tortured....







I apologize beforehand.
*Dissapears into the shelves.*

Got any Lovecraft or Cthulhu Mythos authors? Or a Cthulhu plushie?

I feel sick. :(

Hey Everyone! Nice place!!!!!! Really nice! *smiles*

OOC. TG Cuneo

Got any Lovecraft or Cthulhu Mythos authors? Or a Cthulhu plushie?

OOC: I have a Cthulu plushie! It's really cute. It's green :D

I remember this place, Sparren founded it. More serious lol. Come and hang at Paradise simultaneously.

Hang at Paradise simultaneously? This is a getaway from that. *Ria decides to tell them* It's infested with giant killer beetles that won't stop coming.. OP napalmed my clothes to get them off me!

OOC. Cuneo, TG, please answer... I deserve that.

Don't worry dude, loners rock. And yes Ju, there is a juke box over there.Oh. What am I supposed to do then? Just sit around, sulk, and not socialize? Wait for someone to say hi?

Ah ok.


Not that I want to join either one. I'm a loner and an introvert at heart. I've never been able to interact with groups. :(

Ha haaaaa! I see my unknowing minion is here! Or was here! Sharp as a marble that boy is!

Czardine, I mean. *grins*


Where is the coffee bar?

XElegant_Egotistx']OOC. Cuneo, TG, please answer... I deserve that.

OOC: Cuneo, TG. I deserve some answers. Don't just ignore this.

I am very serious... :(

XElegant_Egotistx']Ha haaaaa! I see my unknowing minion is here! Or was here! Sharp as a marble that boy is!

Czardine, I mean. *grins*


Where is the coffee bar?*Czardas rises to his feet very slowly. He is taller than he looks, sitting in an armchair engrossed in a book.*

*He speaks very quietly.*

What?

XElegant_Egotistx']OOC: Cuneo, TG. I deserve some answers. Don't just ignore this.

I am very serious... :(

Answer me! Are you some sort of coward. I deserve an explanation. You OWE me!

[Singing] show me your bright lights and your city lights
I'm talking bout the Yankee Rose...


TG'd you. [NS]XElegant_Egotistx

Sage, where is the coffee bar and who is the bartender. Also, can you point me to the "psychology, biology and patholgy of serial killers section?" Or where those books are?

But first coffee... who makes the coffee?

OOC: Quadruple Post! Bloody Hell!

It is around to the left, behind the "New Releases" section.

*His voice, albeit quiet, cuts the room like a cold steel knife. He sits back down and continues to read.*

OOC: No TG from you ju....
OOC:Cuneo I just saw your TG now. I have been on a million threads. However, I'd like you to read the last 2 and just answer one question. That's all.

IC: No one is telling me where the coffee is or where the books I want are. Who works here???

It is around to the left, behind the "New Releases" section.

*His voice, albeit quiet, cuts the room like a cold steel knife. He sits back down and continues to read.*


Are you speaking to me Czardas? Who is tending the coffee? No one is really taking care of the patrons.... I'd like some coffee, who's tending the coffee bar?

*Getting very annoyed, Czardas puts down his book.*

I've already told you where the coffee bar is. And the individual book sections are marked by signs. I think that section is under "Criminal Justice". Upstairs.

*He puts a very marked accent on the last word.*

XElegant_Egotistx']OOC: No TG from you ju....
OOC:Cuneo I just saw your TG now. I have been on a million threads. However, I'd like you to read the last 2 and just answer one question. That's all.

IC: No one is telling me where the coffee is or where the books I want are. Who works here???
OOC:sage works here... I'm in the music section.

No TG? funny... will try again later... late now... gotta run Night :fluffle:

*Getting very annoyed, Czardas puts down his book.*

I've already told you where the coffee bar is. And the individual book sections are marked by signs. I think that section is under "Criminal Justice". Upstairs.

*He puts a very marked accent on the last word.*

*Getting at least 3 times annoyed at this jerk* I asked WHO was tending the coffee bar. And those books are not under CJ. At least not the ones I'm looking for. So get off your high horse. Who do you think you are, other than rude? All I want is a coffe and a book and you're losing it.

XElegant_Egotistx']*Getting at least 3 times annoyed at this jerk* I asked WHO was tending the coffee bar. And those books are not under CJ. At least not the ones I'm looking for. So get off your high horse. Who do you think you are, other than rude? All I want is a coffe and a book and you're losing it.I don't think there is anyone tending the coffee bar. I can go and look, if you want. *With sarcastic emphasis*

I don't think there is anyone tending the coffee bar. I can go and look, if you want. *With sarcastic emphasis*


Fuck off you mothefucking bastard. And burn in hell while you're at it.

*walks out door... there are other coffee and book shops I'd rather spend time in than one full of motherfucking assholes*

XElegant_Egotistx']Fuck off you mothefucking bastard. And burn in hell while you're at it.

*walks out door... there are other coffee and book shops I'd rather spend time in than one full of motherfucking assholes**Czardas grins to himself, shuts the book, and follows her.*

Me neither.

*He turns the opposite direction and disappears into the distance. No-one ever finds out who he really was.*

*Czardas grins to himself, shuts the book, and follows her.*

Me neither.

*He turns the opposite direction and disappears into the distance. No-one ever finds out who he really was.*

No one cares...

XElegant_Egotistx']No one cares...I know that. Why do you think I left? :rolleyes:

*he entered the store slowly...cautiously. as he walked through the doorway, he felt a sudden chill in his bones, and his whole body quivered. he felt he knew the place well, though he also knew he had never actually been here before...or had he? perhaps he had dreamt of this place? or seen it in a vision...of the past...of the future? his head began to throb. he pulled out a flask from under his vest and took a drink. then, he began to wander through the store...looking...*

*Drives up in his Jaguar, gives it to the valet and walks in.*

*Gives Saint Omen a weird stare.*

Who carries a flask these days? It's not war, we're in a coffee shop.

*a second person enters the store and he gives them a passing glance...does he know this overdressed greaseball from somewhere? saying nothing, he turns and goes up another aisle of books*

*he eventually comes across a section filled with books on religion, tucked in the far back corner of the store. he runs his fingers across the titles until one in particular catches his eye. he pulls it down and blows the dust off. returning to the front of the store, he pours himself a coffee (seeing no one tending the shop) and adds something to it from his flask. then, he sits down on a comfortable sofa and opens the book*

*blink*

*the book lay closed on his lap. he had been staring at...something...what?...and had sat in a trance-like state, gazing into...nothing...nothing at all*

*he shook the cobwebs out of his head and stood to leave. he walked behind the counter and hesitated for a moment. then he walked out the door, filled with confusion and self-doubt. nothing was making any sense, the way the Father had told him it would...eventually. he had to try and remain patient and wait for a sign. out on the sidewalk, he felt for his flask and shook it. empty*

OOC: Bringing this place back really might be a disgrace to the memory of it, given the types of people who have taken over this sort of thread recently. :(

OOC: I tend to agree with you.

*enters the shop*
Hello? Could I have some hot chocolat please?

*goes to the bookstores and looks at it, unable to decide between a discworld-novell and a serious book about celtic mythology*

OOC: Bringing this place back really might be a disgrace to the memory of it, given the types of people who have taken over this sort of thread recently. :(


OOC: What did it used to be like?

XElegant_Egotistx']OOC: What did it used to be like?
OOC: Sophisticated. Without nearly as much romance and cyber-porn as the other clubs. And that which was conducted, was done tastefully. A lot of history is caught up in FF, not all of which is pleasant.

OOC: Thats why I'm in control, no cybering what so ever.

*the place was empty and the lights were all out, but the door was unlocked when he tried it. he walked inside, pausing a minute or two to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. he turned slowly, taking the whole place in again. a large "disco" glitter ball hung from the ceiling...he thought it an odd thing to have in a book store. but it sparked something in his mind...a memory? a vision? an omen?*

*he replaced the book he had borrowed earlier in the day and poured himself a cup of coffee. then, he settled into a comfy chair and stared into the darkness...waiting for something. but for what, he did not know*

Why is it dark now? *looks at the time* Oh gosh, I must have fallen asleep...
*goes over to the bar and helps herself to a big, hot cup of chocolat, then returns to her seat*

*wanders in... looks around the shelves...*
Ahh... the Necromonicon... the Book of the Dead....
*opens book to first page...*
wha... 34th edtion... with new illustrations by Phil Foglio?!?

*looks up from her discworld-novel and watches junii before turning her attention again to her book*
*smiles*
*giggles*
*laughes*

*he sat on the floor of the makeshift vault, reading by flashlight. the front door had been unlocked once again, so he'd continued his explorations into the back rooms of the store. after an exhaustive search, turning up nothing, he accidently stumbled onto a locked door with a sign on it reading Janitor's Closet. the door was locked, but he always carried tools to remedy these sorts of things. he soon opened the door to what was a huge storage room of some sort. inside he found hand written receipts and ledgers and other accounts of all the goings-on from the day the original ~FFF~ opened so many years ago*

*it was his first good lead. he sat on the floor, still reading, still searching for what he felt would be there...should be there...somewhere in the mountain of paper*

*Wanders around the shelves... stops to open a large Tome... the Unabridge Webster's Dictionary. as soon as the cover is opened, a large snake-like critter leaps out... wrapping itself around his neck... struggling to get the thing off, he slams a hardcover "how things work" repeatedly on the things 'head' finally, it lays twitching on the floor... it's death throes causing several books to fall then once more all is still. Ju tosses the book/weapon aside.*

dammit... I hate Bookworms.

*Walks in.*

Hey everyone, how's it going?

*Walks in.*

Hey everyone, how's it going?
*holds up dead bookworm (10ft long)*

planning on going fishing soon? I got some bait... well one bait anyway.

(tosses dead bookworm in wastebasket.)

*he waded through mountains of paper*

Hello? Database...anyone ever heard of a database?

*there was no computer around that he could see...so he waded...*

*he found bits and pieces of things he hoped he might find. someone called Sparren had been..perhaps still was...the owner of this establishment. he hadn't found a document proclaiming absolute ownership of the place. there were a few sketchy accounts of past employees...or at least part-time employees...the name Troon appeared in many accounts...*

*too much to make sense of this evening...though one name in particular did hold his interest*

Tomorow's another day...