Setting
Default Location for Apocalypse Over Coffee
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A small coffee shop on Earth. is a part of 
Apocalypse Over Coffee.
5 Characters Here
Infinitous-Zero "Quagmire Jones" [45] God of Physics and Mathematics
Margaret "Maisie" [41] Goddess of Fortune, good or bad, and Superstition
Cassius [33] Goddess of Emptiness and Confusion
Danse Mors [33] God of Death
Nyahmoori "Nymph" [0] The Goddess of Flora
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Margaret "Maisie" readjusted herself in her seat. The quick switch from chaos to calm was disconcerting, but she guessed she couldn't complain. "We were offering our opinions when we got into an ethics argument. And, well, it all just got personal..."
Justice Ashtad smirks, shaking her head at Infinitous. “That’s silly; the void is by definition empty space, containing no matter, unoccupied… I can cite my source,” she says, digging in her backpack for her dictionary. “I would think that it would be obvious but I do forget that not all gods are as reasonable as I am… Hopefully I can do some good by mediating,” She clicks her pen a few times more. “So who wants to be secretary?” she asks in a sing-song tone as if speaking to kindergartners.
Justice Ashtad looks to the others and scrunches her face in disapproval, "Isn't anyone going to eat their scones?"
Cassius followed Danse through the door at the back of the room into the dim hallway. "Danse, are you alright?" She was surprised at the amount of earnestness in her lying sympathy, but dropped any change in expression that had cropped up almost immediately. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. It was bony, like hers, and she wondered briefly what the host had gone through.
startles at Cassius's touch, unused to human affection, even now. "Why did we bother even coming? No one's going to listen. This universe is just an exercise in vanity... And I'm just as bad, Cassius... This shell has got me all confused about my own purpose... I don't know what to do," he says mournfully. He shakes his head, holding back the swelling of grief at his throat. But it was fear that troubled him the most. He had never known fear before.
"HA! Don't you talk to be about definitions I'm the one who invented the orderly voids you see today, a true void has no space-time wrap your mind around that for a moment. This has been the most fruitless meeting yet, there has been no conclusions and no insights, just bickering much like the original void, where the stability challenged originated. Forget it, it's quite irrelevant, trying to get you to compreha-," Quagmire blinked twice to make certain that young Quagmire body was not deficient of some nutrient, causing him to hallucinate, there was a male peacock standing on the table! "Great just when I thought this couldn't get more idiotic, what is the meaning of this nonsense?"
Justice Ashtad smiles broadly at the sight of the male peacock. Her facial expressions were far more relaxed and natural than some of the other gods. "Don't oppress the peacock. He has every right to be here," she says kindly. She holds out a piece of her scone in hopes that the peacock will take a bite.
Cassius moved forward and wrapped Death up in her arms. The hug was cold and hard and without feeling, but she hoped that in his human revelry he'd take the attempt at comfort as a reason to trust her. Her head, however, remained as far from him as it could and her tone stayed at polite-secretary levels. "There, there. You know, it doesn't matter if they 'get it'. We're going to win," she released him and stepped back five or so steps, "They aren't our equals. They don't know. We have more right than them."
She could feel the facade slipping. "We have to win. I can't make it through another universe. Another time..." Her face had fallen and her head was turned to that she was staring sideways at the floor.
She could feel the facade slipping. "We have to win. I can't make it through another universe. Another time..." Her face had fallen and her head was turned to that she was staring sideways at the floor.
Margaret "Maisie" smiled at the bird and reached up to stroke it's head. It snapped at her and let out a high, shrill call before strutting down the table. After recovering from jerking away, and straightening herself, she said matter-of-factly, "It'll rain tonight."
felt disturbed by the closeness of Cassius, patting her shoulder in an awkward way but pulling away as soon as was polite. Her embrace was so hard and strange. His host's mother was so warm and tender that he could feel her affection for him, right in his skin. It didn't feel that way with Cassius. He wanted to feel sorry for her and in some way he did, but she wasn't acting herself. As Cassius put distance between, Danse felt more at ease. "I know... You're right, we have to end this once and for all. I'm..."he began, unsure of how to bring someone comfort, human or otherwise, "I'm sorry..."
Nyama "Jerry Williams" The peacock was suddenly joined by a cockatoo, who swooped down and landed, next to it taking Justice's piece, of scone. "squaaawk Hello, Hello," it said in tone one could only recognized as being happy. A goat was making it's way towards Maisie's bag, the fabric of it looking tasty. "Hi everybody I'm sorry I late!" Nyama came in to the coffee shop in a rush. He had a cappuchin monkey on his right shoulder, and he was followed by 3 cats one white, one stripped orange, the last black, a golden retriever and a lion cub. "I found these guys at pet shop, all cramped up in their cages and I couldn't let them stay there looking all miserable, and besides they shouldn't be selling exotic animals, they're meant to be free that life is a living hell to them, I had to bust in, and liberate them, after that I messed their place up, with their help...but then I had to run away from the police... It's not fair they're the ones breaking a greater law!" Jerry talked fast as if he were on coffee already.
Cassius paused. "I... I just... I'm tired. Tired of pretending that this is working for me. I know I'm the only damn one who cares, but it's not something I can adapt to. I mean, what is a god of emptiness to do in a full world?!" Her eyes looked pleading, although it was unclear with whom she was pleading as she was still directing her gaze at the adjacent wall.
gasps, clutching her picket sign as an instinctive reaction to any form of injustice. "That's terrible! Don't they know that captivity is harmful to exotic animals? Parrots, for example, need to live in pairs and so often they live most of their lives all alone! After being captured and stuffed into cages! Only a few of them survive the journey!" a little spit flecks at her mouth as she rises to address no one in particular. "This is an outrage! We should protest them right away. Oh, and write an open letter to congress! I have a pen!" she says, clicking it for about the thousandth time. She begins jotting down an outline of her open letter.
Infinitous-Zero "Quagmire Jones" thoroughly irritated, Quagmire moved his beloved lap top, to a distance from Jerry's little gang. "As always you let your irrational impulses get the better of you, there's no excuse for you being late, you knew what your purpose was for possessing a human." and little girl, he then says turning to Justice, we're not here about animal right we've convey to discuss the future of humanity.
reaches out to her and pauses before he actually makes contact with her skin. "I know, I'm sorry. It's not fair. It's not fair that humanity has taken priority over us. It's not fair that only a select few get to make the decisions about the universe. But you do have purpose and you will show them that,” his hand continues to hover over her shoulder, as if deciding whether or not to risk contact. "I don't know how to make this better, Cassius. I usually extinguish things that are tired of living... I don't know how to help you yet,” He turns away, ill at ease with being in the role as comforter. “If I could release the other chaos gods, I would. The last time they put an end to the universe… I don’t know how to do it this time…” he said with a great, heaving sigh.
wipes the corner of her mouth and takes a deep breath. She blushes with embarrassment, forgetting herself. It wasn't hard to do... click, click... the pen in her hand, dangled like a pendulum. "Okay, okay... no open letter but I do think we should put that on the agenda,"
Margaret "Maisie" grabbed Justice's hand with both of hers to stop the pen. "Please... Just... not until I've had my coffee." She released her hand like releasing a bird into flight and sighed, slumping forward. She was finally coming down from the adrenaline high. She needed more caffeine to keep going.
Justice Ashtad Justice looked down at her hands, confused. "What?" she asked, innocently. Then as Maisie released her, she clicked her pen again. She needed constant stimulation and luckily she tapped into the mind of a girl with her adrenaline level set on high. She looked around the table and was genuinely puzzled at the lack of effort the other two were making for a successful meeting. She folded her arms and tapped her foot, much like the need to click her pen. "What is it with everyone? No one's eaten their scones?" she snapped. Although a second look would reveal that the animals did, in fact, eat the scones. "Okay, okay... let's get some herbal tea, shall we?" she said, turning towards the barista. "Miss, please, can you take our order? I have some grumpy guses over here... Oh, did I give you that pamphlet on worker's rights?" she asked. She fumbled through her bag, searching for her many, many pamphlets. She had one for every occasion and few that contradicted one another. She had to be equal.
Margaret "Maisie" was happy to have the authority figure present, but her vision was starting to cloud over. "If I volunteer for secretary, may I please have coffee? Four shots, with milk."
Cassius found her voice and brought her head back to attention, although she still wouldn't meet Death's eye. She instead looked over his shoulder like a blind woman. "We should rejoin the others before they finished constructing another cage." She turned on her heel but paused briefly before the door to make sure Death was behind her. Then she rushed out the door and strode over to Justice and Nyama with a menacing smile. Her mind was starting to buzz again and the clarity was waning. She opened her arms wide like a long lost lover, "Well, dearest siblings, haven't I missed you!"
Justice Ashtad Justice was pleased as punch; a colloquialism she picked up recently. "Of course! You have the right to anything you want, Maisie," The barista appears, notepad in hand and Justice puts herself in the position to order for everyone. "Coffee, four shots with milk. And organic please. No antibiotics for our bodies, and a round of herbal teas. Oh and a muffin for me. Whole wheat and… um… hmm…” a moment of indecisions overcame her like a tornado in her buzzing brain. Then Cassius arrived with Death at her heels. She looked at the emaciated form, up and down and a vein began to throb in her neck. “By the look of you, your BMI must be at a range of 15.8. Barista, I insist you give this girl a muffin as well. Whole wheat, almonds and perhaps a nice dollop of whip cream on top. Clearly, this is not the appropriate range for your height, Cassius,” she said, “Has someone been oppressing you?”
Danse Mors Danse almost walked out of the room again at the sight of Justice. Her very energy, like a worker bee, exhausted him. And there was the pen issue. If he could snuff her out, he would have a looooong time ago. However, he had no issue with her ethically but it didn’t suit his needs to ally with her either. As Justice made the comment about the oppression of Cassius and her weight, he had to bite fist hard to keep from laughing. Justice was clearly oblivious to who she was dealing with. “I’m going to sit this one out,” he said, choosing to take a seat. Then suddenly he realized the room full of animals. There seemed to be animals everywhere. The barista looked as if she had noticed but dared not to mention it. She asked for his order and he paused for a moment. “I think I’ve gone insane… oh, black coffee for me and a stale biscuit,” Then he caught sight of Nyama and all was explained. Yet he couldn’t resist, “So nice of you to cater tonight, Nyama. They look delicious,” he grimaced again, unable to quite get a handle on natural facial expressions. He felt somewhat at ease and in control in the presence of more gods. His own problems could easily hide beneath the ensuing arguments.
Justice Ashtad Justice shook her head and took the plate, moving towards Cassius. “I can barely see you,” she said sweetly, “Honestly, I think you’re taking this Goddess of Emptiness thing too far…” She broke off a piece of the muffin and gently raised it to Cassius’ lips in hopes of enticing her. “Think of your host if not of yourself… The girl will have to return to… that…” she said, trying to sound sympathetic and finding herself a little repulsed. “I think I have a pamphlet for under-eaters if you want a look?”
Nyama "Jerry Williams" I-Iam sorry Infintous I didn't want to be late, it's just I can feel their pain, you know? When I see them in the cages like that, I start to feel claustrophobic." Jerry's voice went down to a small whisper, he hunched his shoulders downward, he looked like a big kid that just got reprimanded. Feeling that his seat just got uncomfortable do to the incline, the monkey hopped onto the table and helped himself to Quagmire's neglected scone. "But in truth I called this meeting to speak specifically about animal rights...'scuse me I have to say hi to my friends." To his great fortune Jerry said that last sentence so low Quagmire did not seem to have heard it. "Sunflower!" Said Jerry at the sight of Nymph, he hugged enthusiastically. "Maggie-Pie!" He said scrambling towards, Maisie and hugging her before she could react.