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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Persona: Non Grata
Singapore, 24th MarchThe Velvet Passion (Cafe)
Was it always there? In a place with buildings crammed so close together as shophouses, and cafes mostly keeping to their own territories within shopping malls, one certainly would have noticed a particular quaint coffeehouse open up in the empty space between two rows of shophouses. Some swear that it was a boxing gym, or a bar. Yet, none of them could confirm the fact. It just existed.
Hiding away from the heat, behind shut doors and a sign that read ‘Closed’ in cursive writing, two women sat by a table, the one with silver hair resting her chin on one hand and drumming her fingers on the wooden surface, while the other, a dark-haired lady, stared out into the glaring sun outside, her hands placed neatly on her lap. The sounds of clattering plates behind in the kitchen and the low hum of the air-conditioner blowing away at full speed were the only things that interrupted the overwhelming silence.
A man with the same silver hair as the impatient woman emerged from the door that led to the kitchen, beaming widely. “Good news, everyone! The new hires will be arriving shortly!”
“You said that an hour ago,” was the curt reply from the woman, who uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again, her expression still set in a disgruntled line. “Heos, how long is He going to make us wait?”
“Just a moment longer, Ves.” He turned slightly to the other lady in the room, grinning. “Perhaps you would like to take your position, Grey?”
She did not reply, she just merely nodded, and stood up from her chair. She pushed the chair back into position, then stood in the open space in the middle. Then they waited.
There is a blank in your memory. Who you are, you have no idea. You are, however, aware of the knowledge that you now stand here, on oaken floor, varnished to a gleaming sheen, because you have died. You are also keenly aware that you are nothing short of a sinner, a criminal of whatever proportions, and you now stand trial to perhaps find a new lease in life. A bargain with higher powers, as it were. And here you are now, with just this knowledge, and your name. Or what seems like your name.
Around you, numerous strangers stand as well, and amongst them, only two seem to have any proper knowledge of what is going on.
The lady does not say anything, and moves from her position by the table to the counter, taking a sit upon the barstool, studying each and every Sinner in the room with a watchful eye. The man, however, beams with the same intensity as the sun outside.
“Welcome all, to the Velvet Passion. I am sure you have some questions, and trust me, I would be pleased to answer any and all of your questions. But allow me to introduce myself first,” he swept his hand across his chest and bowed low. “I am Heosphoros, proprietor of this lovely establishment.”
(GM Post: Starting posts, everyone. Introductions are under way. Introduce yourselves, or don't, ask Heosphoros questions, or not, bother Vesper, or do not, examine the Velvet Passions as you will, or will not. It is all in your hands. Be aware that actions like attempting to go outside of the establishment may cause more than just a little trouble.)