OC POST

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MUSELIST Photo Credit: nameless-table This a post where it's mainly my OCs and there are various scenarios, mostly having to do with the Midnight Grind Cafe, owned by Iona Jacqueline Oakes and her mysterious handsome golem man, Oren. Their cafe connects to almost every universe so a lot of silly stuff can happen. I'll write some prompts for my OCs or we can plot together and go in another direction. You can contact me at maiscribbles or my Discord (Fujinon#6780). Have at it! ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

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Ai Thao Kha | ESPER

[emotive]

A) Midnight Grind

[The Midnight Grind cafe has a lot of psychic visitors and their most prominent psychic customer is Ai Thao Kha, not only due to her immense powers and abilities but for her equally immense appetite. She's currently finishing off a large bowl of hot french fries and the potatoes are disappearing at an alarming rate. If you join her, she might even share!

She'll probably just order more food.]

B) Rainy Day

[In some city, somewhere with bright neon lights, there's some medium to heavy rainfall occuring at night. Ai Thao has taken some shelter, or what little there is of it, under an overhang outside of a restaurant. She's holding a heavy bag full of takeout, but she isn't hurrying home yet. Her long hair is damp and she's leaning against the wall, humming a song to herself.]

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been...

C) Wildcard/Other

[Something, something, happens.]

Lien Kha | Psychometer

[psychometer]

A) Midnight Grind

[ Lien Kha doesn't eat as much as her twin (clone) sister Ai Thao, but her appetite is healthy enough. Her light lunch of the day is delicious Croque Monsieur sandwich with a light salad and iced tea. Her eyes are glued to a large textbook... Which she's finished and is stacking it on top of other related texts and starting on a new one.

Is she actually reading it?]

B) Mysterious Apartment

[It's quiet in this urban area. Lien is standing outside an abandoned apartment complex, furrowing her brows. There's been a reported murder, but like most of her cases, the murder aspect isn't straightforward... She's walking around the perimeter, trying to find the entrance.]

Hm... And I haven't seen anyone come out yet...

... Maybe I should throw a rock at the window.

C) Wildcard/Other

[Something, something, happens.]

Iona J. Oakes | Cafe Witch

[infusion]

A) Midnight Grind

Welcome to the Midnight Grind! Take your seat, I'll be there with you in a minute.

[You enter a cafe... That seems normal enough. Although your door may have appeared outside an obscure wall, inside of a building, or even in a forest, it leads to the same place. The inside is warm and cozy. Wooden floors and wooden furniture, the smell of coffee and baked goods wafts through the air and the company is pleasant, full of people from all sorts of places. The owner, Iona Oakes, wipes her brow, sweating from all the work she's been doing for the past few hours. But she greets everyone with a big smile. She says, "It's been a while," or "Welcome back!" to her regulars. But if you're someone she hasn't seen before...]

Are you new here? The first order is on the house!

B) Wildcard/Other

[Something, something, happens.]

Marianna "Monts" Medina | Floral Terror

[nerine]

A) Midnight Grind

[When it isn't Iona or Oren who greets customers, the job is left to Monts who is different from the cheerful ray of sunshine and the stoicism of the golem.]

C'mon in. No need to be shy, we don't bite.

[She'll lead the customer to the table and there's a pause before she blithely adds:]

Well... I can't say the same for me...

[She's just being playful, don't worry (too much)]

Mm, enough of that then. What would you like to start off with?

B) The Night is Dark, The Lights are Bright

[It's one of those rare weekends where Monts decides to go revisit an old pastime of hers, that being clubbing. The music is loud, the dance floor is flooded, and Marianna is dressed elegantly for the setting. She's sitting at the bar, hair tied back up in a small ponytail and bobbing her head to the beat of the club music. A drink is slid her way and she raises a brow and looks around, trying to see who bought her the cocktail. A less than scrupulous man from across the bar counter winks at her.

She frowns. Shrugs. Takes a sip. Then wrinkles her nose before turning to the person sitting next to her.]

Ugh. Tastes like roofies to me.

C) Wildcard/Other

[Something, something, happens.]

Nikola Chang | Snake Eyes

[eyesights]

Midnight Grind

[Nikola's become a regular of the Midnight Grind lately. Her drinks vary from visit to visit, ranging anywhere from sweet to bitter, and everything in between. In contrast, her lunch/late night dinner order has been mostly consistent.

So if you happen to be visiting late at night, you'll see Oren bring out a carb-laden plate of black bean noodles with a luxurious amount of toppings and a dry-faced young woman eagerly eyeing the meal. One can only tell she's excited by the way her eyes glint as the steam rises from the plate.

If she catches you looking, there's an awkward pause of sorts before she speaks up and says:]

If you want something and you don't know if they have it on the menu, just ask. I'm sure they got enough to make the same thing I'm having if that's what you're thinking about.

B) Suddenly Part of Your World

[There's a lovely pastel lolita dress that Nikola's had her eye on, but after looking at her bank account and realizing it's a little over budget, she inwardly groans. This just means she'll have to take on an extra client or two in order to cover costs for her hobby, rent, AND taking care of her dog. Being an adult is hard, especially in a world where people clearly don't pay enough for her to put herself in danger when exploring the void.

The raiding is going rather well until a mirror in one of the buildings catches her eye. As if her body decides to move on its own, she touches it...

And falls straight through it, onto the floor of whoever is unfortunate enough to have a small masked lady crash into their residence.]

...

...

... [Nikola stands up straightening out her mussed up hair and readjusts her lopsided mask. She stares unnervingly at whoever is in front of her and then holds up her fingers.]

Peace, peace.

[Well, she doesn't mean harm at least.]

C) Wildcard/Other

[Something, something, happens.]