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“And you’re just in time to help with the lunch rush!” Mr. Snikkit enthuses, putting a pair of yellow sunglasses on. The front door slams open and a crowd shoves into the place – crystal sprites and tiny dragons jostling for position in the air, a dryad shoving tree boughs out of her face and already asking for a lemon-matcha latte, a lava mermaid in a heat-protective suit wheeling between the hordes of seated dwarves.
You’re about to rush to prep the vegetables, but Mr. Snikkit yells out one last order before he takes a position at the front counter. “Dirt goes to the dragon!”
Dirt goes to the – what? You look up just in time to see a yellow dragon the size of the cafe touch down in front of the building, coiling its tail around itself as it loafs like a cat. It looks expectantly in your direction, eyes whirling yellow-green, and well, you don’t have better plans. A wheelbarrow’s worth of dirt is dumped in front of the dragon, and you jump out of the way as it breathes out pure magic. An arm rises out of the dirt, and then another, as golems come to life and lumber in to support your manager during the lunch rush.
You see Mr. Snikkit welcome the golems, handing out aprons and notepads, and then point you emphatically in the direction of the musical instruments in the front window. “Listen to the Tart Tones while you wait” says a sign over the window, the text ornamented with a smiling lemon and musical notes. A golem shuffles up and hands you another sign, this one reading “Tips Appreciated”.
It looks like your position in the lunch rush has been assigned. Time to get out there and see how many songs you remember (and how many more you can improvise). How is this crowd going to take some Led Zeppelin, do you think?
Lemon Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)
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You sigh in relief at surviving the lunch rush and hitting your earnings goal. Hopefully you’ll get an excuse to go playing in the dirt instead. A light fog has settled over the café, hiding the disconcerting wiggling pears on the ceiling from view. Fuzang is curled around the pear juice fountain and seems to have dozed all through the lunch rush.
Before the Manager can flag you down, though, Fuzang rises and eels his way over to you. “You know, I am quite fascinated by the ground here,” he begins. “The golems here are completely unique, and several aspects of them suggest that there might be something even more interesting buried in the soil. I’ve tried applying for a permit for an archaeological dig here, but the Manager keeps blocking me. I know you have other, more pressing duties, but if you dig out anything else interesting from the fields at the back – or even just some more of that dirt – I would be more than happy to compensate you for your labor.” He then produces a business card, revealing that he is a professor at one of the most esteemed dwarven universities.
“Of course, Professor,” you say.
“Oh, no need to stand on formality with me. I’ll be right here.” He curls back around the pear juice fountain. A golem brings him hotpot. It looks suspiciously pear-flavored. Unlike all the other customers, he doesn’t need a shoulder dragon to keep the hotpot hot.
The Manager hasn’t given you new instructions yet, so you go back out to the back, pear hat wiggling jauntily on your head. The fog is even worse here, making you unsure of how much you’ll have to dig, but you’re sure you can manage. You’re really digging this archaeology sidequest, and who knows – maybe you’ll find something to escape this cooking simulator.
Time to embrace the dirt again!
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Pear Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)
( Board 2 Rules )Challenge 267: POISON |
It’s just an innocent little cup of coffee. Just a little extra sugar in your tea. Just a little brush across the back of the stamp, or something extra in the nail polish… Some people say poison is a coward’s weapon. Other people just call it efficient. After all, why risk your life in a direct confrontation when you could sit back and let it happen at a safe distance? But poison’s hardly foolproof. Maybe someone saw it coming, and switched the cups. Maybe your target built up an unexpected resistance, or miraculously survived just long enough for an antidote. What’s a would-be poisoner to do? Try again? Escape the country while they still can? Write a story about poison. If your submission features this line, it will earn an extra point to be tallied in voting! |
Challenge ends Monday, July 21 at 9:00PM EST. • Post submissions as new entries using the template in the profile • Tag this week's entries as: [#] submission, 267 – poison • If you have questions about this challenge, please ask them here |
You’re utterly covered in dirt and you’re about to ask about the chance of grabbing a shower when you hear – no, feel – some deep rumblings beneath the cafe. You reach out and brace yourself against one of the wooden tables spread around the main area. There are people – well, not just people; there are dwarves and trolls and sprites and is that a mermaid in a portable pool? – sitting around and they appear completely nonplussed.
The cafe suddenly lights up in a glorious cacophony of oranges and reds and yellows, a heat that seems to singe your skin, and as it dies away you see a dragon has stuck its head through your window.
“Dirt!” someone yells. “You need to give it the dirt!”
Well, you certainly don’t see the point in keeping it for yourself, so you hand it all over and the dragon takes it carefully in its mouth. You watch as it deposits it in a rather neat square out the front of the cafe, smooth and spread out.
Suddenly, the dirt begins to come to life. Surely this isn’t real, but no, it’s there. Large humanoid creatures growing from the dirt.
“About time,” the manager says. Her dress is dancing even more out here, and there isn’t a breeze to explain it. “The golems have been missing for a while, we appreciate you helping bring them back. Now – get out there and earn us some more tips.”
Grape Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)
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Stray wasn't kidding about the lunch rush. You can see through the windows that the formerly empty cafe is filling up with all kinds of supernatural creatures. You see some old friends among the trolls and sprites, and you want to stop and say hello to them, but you're covered in dirt and know better than to go in the front door of the cafe. Instead, you haul all the vegetables (and the remaining fries) to the back entrance, where Stray eagerly collects them. "These will be super helpful!" they say. "Give the dirt to Runner, will you?"
You look around, not sure who Runner is or how they're going to collect the giant heaps of dirt that you turned up while looking for vegetables. But when you turn back to the dirt pile, you see long, slender green vines twining up over and around it. Several of the vines briefly entangle themselves to form a dragon's head on a long neck. "Thank you, my darlings," the dragon coos as you stare. "This is exactly what I needed."
Then the vines – no, you realize, the runners – return to slithering over the dirt, dividing and shaping it into odd little mounds and drawing designs on them. Green energy crackles along the runners and infuses the heaps, and they suddenly bounce up from the ground, startling you. As you yelp and jump back, the heaps of dirt land on their... feet??
Glowing green words on their foreheads make it clear that these are golems. You haven't encountered them before, but you've heard stories. Not sure what to expect, you stay huddled with your teammates in the shadow of the cafe, waiting to see what happens next.
Runner coalesces again. "Sweet children of the soil! How I missed you," it cries. "Come take your places."
The golems seem to know what that means; some start turning the remaining soil into a patio area, while others fetch chairs, tables and green-and-pink-striped umbrellas from a storage shed. You see one of them stop to fondly pat the X-ray machine. Apparently they didn't mind being prodded by it.
Stray comes back out and nods approvingly at the golems. "Nice work," they tell Runner. Then they turn to you. "All right, time to get onstage!"
"Onstage?" you repeat, alarmed. You're exhausted from working in the field, not to mention filthy.
"Yes, yes, onstage! We promised the customers you'd entertain them. Aren't you all bards?"
You look around at one another. "More or less," one of you admits.
"Then leave the serving work to the golems and come perform. Customers always tip better when there are bards." Stray points to a water tap sticking out of the building. "But wash up first."
With no other option, you all line up for a chance at the tap. At least the water is warm, and someone in your party even remembers to cast Detect Fuck-Water and make sure it's safe before anyone touches it.
When you're moderately presentable, you head into the cafe and get ready to perform. An income tracker appears on your dashboard as you set out your tip jar. You hope it's an easy crowd.
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Strawberry Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)
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“That would be the lunch rush,” the Manager says. You see a name tag on her dress. It reads “Manager MANAGER, Café Manager.” It seems that the saying nomen est omen does apply after all.
You re-enter the café just as a giant horde of dwarves comes in, probably from the mines. Some booths are already full of all variety of creatures, crystal sprites and faeries and selkies – and is that a lava mermaid on the top level? – and you can see that with the dwarves, the place will be packed.
Just as you’re about to start frantically chopping vegetables, one of the other servers says, “Oh, he’s early today!”
You look at who could have inspired this reaction and see that a dragon has poked its whiskered face in through the window. You don’t remember the Pear Wiggler having a window there when you came, but perhaps they remodeled while you were in the fields.
The dragon seems to be incredibly distracted by the pear juice fountain. He squirms inside the café sinuously.
“New people!” the Manager calls. “Give the old geezer the dirt you dug up. And hurry up, we have an earnings goal to meet!”
You look at the earnings goal and think you’ll be here all week before you can meet it, but keep the thought to yourself. Instead, you bring the dirt to the dragon, only to discover that… it’s coming to life?
“Ahh, golems; I was wondering if this would happen,” the dragon says. He sounds old and wise. He joins you in watching the golems spring to work, serving people at a pace that might make the Manager’s earnings goal at least somewhat realistic. “But there’s no need for you to mind old Fuzang. Go entertain the customers and get some tips.”
Tips? Perhaps they will be counted towards the earnings target. You thank Fuzang for his advice and spread out to entertain waiting customers with art and stories.
Pear Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)
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