The Character Development Threads
are a series of character development/shared story threads where you may bring your own characters to interact with other characters in a mundane—or a not-so-mundane—setting with a loose Story Arc. Originally a NaNoWriMo
exercise, it had expanded to become a regular staple of the Writer’s Block forums.
In spite of the possibly harrowing length, fear not Continuity Lock-Out
nor Archive Panic
; one of us would be glad to fill you in with a brief recap of what is going on if asked. Or even better, have a glance at the last two pages. For guidelines, please check the Character Development Thread
See Character Development Thread
for special rules.
Due to popular demand, the Cantina is once again open for business. Although an incident with a customer
caused the proprietor Cathy to shut its doors unexpectantly, she decided to stay around for a while for another day of tales and havoc...
Finn fell through the open doors and landed head first onto the wooden floor. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his limbs a bit shaky. His head still spun from going through the anomaly that lead him to this mysterious location.
The seats at the round, wooden tables were tucked in, aligned perfectly with the walls. One wall light was on, casting a dim light. The varnished floor had not one crumb or stain, smooth as the face of a newly crafted sword. Framed canvases hanged on the smooth brown walls, untouched by paint or pastels. Nobody was at the bar, and the bottles behind it were closed.
The stillness was broken by the pitter-patter of jolly footsteps.
"Well, hello there!" To Finn's uncomfortableness, someone lifted him all the way up and started to shake his hand. He barely had time to regain his sense before he could identify his greeter.
The woman was large in girth, yet her rosy face had little fat. Her twinkling brown eyes and prominent dimples reminded him of Father Christmas. Her blue-plaid dress and white apron looked like something an older Dorthy would wear.
"I'm Cathy," the woman said, letting go off his hand. Finn stood there, bewildered by her openness. "Welcome to the Cantina. How may I help you?"
Finn stammered out his words. "I-I-I-I...uh...where am I?"
"You're in the Cantina!" Cathy gestured to the entire place. "You should stay a while. How about you sit at the bar and wait for Brent to come? He'll provide you something warm before you go your merry way."
Finn nodded. He headed toward the bar, fidgeting his fingers.
Bryan was out with Amy, so he could stay awhile.
Cathy took out her broom and waited for the next guest. She hummed a pop song (Katy Perry or Jessie J, it depended on which universe) under her breath.
edited 12th Sep '11 7:23:06 PM by chihuahua0