The Isolated Haven Volume 2: The 'I need a break' Edition
A crimson door that appears to those who need rest, or wish to potentially make friends while not having to brave the wilds of the 'Real World'. <br> <br> The Isolated Haven. <br> <br> Herein, the seats are comprised mainly of booths, with dim lighting, and primarily calming music- such as Also Sprach Brooks. Sometimes there is a band- though how they manage to find this place, only they know. <br> <br> "Greetings." <br> <br> All who enter are greeted this way. <br> <br> "Now, while my name is not of importance at this time, yours is- as are your tastes in drinks and company." There is a soft chuckle. <br> <br> "The rules of this place are simple. Keep yourselves fairly calm. You will not, under any circumstances, make things 'hot and heavy' in this environment. Go do that somewhere else. That aside...interact with whoever you want, and ask me for anything you'd like to eat or drink." <br> <br> With a short bow, the bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a cloak, returns to his place- washing glasses, and checking the taps. <br> <br> "The owner was gone, for a time, so this establishment was closed- he expresses his sorrow about this not being here for you all in your time of need." <br> <br> The Bartender begins to relax, but snaps back towards the entrance. <br> <br> “Ah, and one more thing. If someone asks you to stop talking to them- just stop. Quietly.†<br> <br> With a final nod, the explanation is finished. <br> <br> Take a seat, friends- and enjoy your stay. <br> <br> >The Haven is now OPEN< <br>
Unsure how to feel about my Wiki page.
On the one hand, I managed to create a page for myself on the wiki, though with immense effort. <br> <br> On the other, I feel as though it's pure cringe/angst, despite my attempts at not being cringe when writing it. <br> <br> Oh well. It's done, I guess. That counts for something.
-QuietGoodnight-'s Isolated Haven
A crimson door that appears to those who need rest, or wish to potentially make friends while not having to brave the wilds of the 'Real World'. <br> <br> The Isolated Haven. <br> <br> Herein, the seats are comprised mainly of booths, with dim lighting, and primarily calming music- such as Also Sprach Brooks. Sometimes there is a band- though how they manage to find this place, only they know. <br> <br> "Greetings." <br> <br> All who enter are greeted this way. <br> <br> "Now, while my name is not of importance at this time, yours is- as are your tastes in drinks and company." There is a soft chuckle. <br> <br> "The rules of this place are simple. Keep yourselves fairly calm. You will not, under any circumstances, make things 'hot and heavy' in this environment. Go do that somewhere else. That aside...interact with whoever you want, and ask me for anything you'd like to eat or drink." <br> <br> With a short bow, the bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a cloak, returns to his place- washing glasses, and checking the taps. <br> <br> “Ah, and one more thing. If someone asks you to stop talking to them- just stop. Quietly.†<br> <br> With a final nod, the explanation is finished. <br> <br> Take a seat, friends- and enjoy your stay.
Debating Calling Out of Work
Despite threats from my mother of eviction if she happens to discover that I did so (I'd be making around $30 today if I DO go to work), I'm considering it highly, in no small part due to the fact that my shoulder is now still in pain for the third day in a row. <br> <br> I will be, no matter what, going to physical therapy at least three days this week if possible. <br> <br> For reference, I work food service, at the grills, etc. I'd be working for 4.5 hours. <br> <br> H A L P