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This is Cally Eve Darrel's Bakery. It is on the second floor of a rickety skyscraper made from wood and grey stone. The Bakery is roughly 5 feet by 7 feet. There is a counter on which all the pastries are displayed. There are some small pieces of equipment for baking, and a small cubby for money.

Is this acceptable?

Roleplay!

((Yes, great!))

Cally rubbed her counter. It was almost closing time. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully.

((Yay!))

Gavin walked into Cally's bakery, looking for a bite to eat. Also, he had been told he needed to give her a message, so it was serving a second purpose.

Cally looked up. "Hello. You're just in time, we're going to be closing soon."

"Yep, and it looks like I'm not in time for you to be happy to see a customer," he said with a smile. He leaned against the counter and winked. "So, what does the baker recommend?"

Cally smiled. "That depends. I recommend anything with chocolate, but weather or not you want chocolate cake, or a chocolate pastry, or maybe something completely different. Maybe you want fruit? I have some scones cooking."

"Sure," he agreed. "Whatever you want." He tried to draw her attention to his jacket by fiddling with the lapels.

((How attention drawing.))

Cally didn't notice. "You'd have to wait a while on the scones, though."

((facepalm meant to write something else. I'll fix it))

((I got really confused.))

"I've got time," he said with a shrug. He took too buttoning and unbuttoning his coat. When that failed. He took it off, and set it on the counter, the collar showing. He put his hand on it so that it was pointing to the symbol meaning that the next meeting was on the next day.

Cally finally noticed. She nodded slightly. "It shouldn't be much longer."

"Good," he replied, tugging his coat back on. He made sure to hide the symbol.

"In fact, I think I just heard it bing," Cally said. "Be right back."

Gavin nodded stiffly.

Cally walked into the back of the shop. The scones were done she pulled them out and put on some glaze.

Gavin grinned and thanked her, continuing to lean against the counter.

"Here you go," Cally said, handing him a scone. "They're hot."

"Thanks," Gavin said a good. He took a bit. "It's good."

"Thanks," Cally said. She told him the cost.

He handed over the money.

Cally glanced at her watch. She pocketed the money.

"So. . . ."Gavin said.

"You have enough time to sit and enjoy your scone before we close," Cally said, picking up her rag and wiping the counter again.

"Sure you have space?" he asked casually.

Cally looked slowly around the empty bakery. "Yeah, I think I can handle it."

"It's five feet by seven feet. Not so sure," he replied skeptically.

"Its fine," Cally said.

"Kay," he said. "How long until closing?"

"'Bout ten minutes," Cally answered.

Gavin nodded. "Do you want to go somewhere after? As friends, I mean."

Cally nodded. "Sure. I don't have much of a life outside work anyways."

"Life is my work," Gavin replied. "Where do you wish to go?"

Cally shrugged. "Wherever."

((Okay, what type of place? I need to be able to make it. . . . .))

((I don't know...))

((How about a coffee shop or something?))

((Okay. Still in the MCS?))

((Yeah, that sounds fine.))

((Okay))

((Created))

((Okay, thanks. Will you post first?))

((Sure))

Cally led Kora to her bakery. She fumbled with the keys for a minute before opening the door.

Kora stepped inside, glancing around the small space.

((Perhaps we could have some sort of plot twist? Like someone saw Cally's Resistance thread, and so are now waiting in the bakery?))

((Okay.))

Cally set the keys on a table. She turned the light on.

Kora grabbed a bottle of spray paint when she saw the figure standing there. "You run. I'll be right behind you!" She sprayed the figure with her bottle of spray paint and took off running down the hall after Cally.

Cally glanced behind her at Kora.