Okay, so this is the thread that ~[Phoenix]~ and I will be using to conduct experiments in roleplaying styles, testing out character traits, and whatever else our little hearts desire.

This is ours, not yours.

Merrihop also has permission to post in here if she wants.

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Cricket, experiment one: First person, past tense roleplaying.

I blinked slowly as I sat in the comfortable booth in the cafe. I was enjoying the view of the street from the window as I sipped my wine between reading over legal documents related to my work.

A waitress named Rex brought me a small slice of cheesecake because she felt I could use a pick me up after having spent most of my day in the same place, reading through documents and drawing up forms. I gave her my thanks, and took a small bite before moving on to the next page in the stack of papers I was currently reading.

The café bell rang, the door slowly closing behind me as I walked in. I let out a small sigh as I walked to a booth, removing my backpack and slipping it to the floor- odds and ends rattling as it hit the floor with a heavy thud. As a waitress came by to ask what I wanted, I looked up, thinking for a moment. “A cup of coffee will be fine,” I told her. She nodded and went on her way.

As I waited, I reached to my backpack and unzipped it, digging through the various objects. Pulling out a small black case, I opened it and took out the rolled up parchment inside. I dropped the case back into the bag, untying the string from the middle of the parchment and unrolling it over the table top. I looked over the map, reaching down into the backpack and pulling out a notebook and pen.

The waitress came back with my coffee and I thanked her, sipping the drink before setting the cup down and looking over the map again. Flipping open the notebook, I crossed some things out on the paper, then wrote some things down. I sighed once more as I leaned back a little, rubbing my left arm.

Finishing my slice of cheesecake, I place the fork on the small plate and remove my laptop from its case, placing it on the table in front of me. By then I had spent nearly twelve hours in one spot, reading boring legal briefs and drawing up forms for my latest purchases.

I was growing tired, but I would remain in this place until my lover arrived. Of course, she was running late this evening. She was most likely busy seducing the owner of one of the properties we were interested in buying. Ah, sex for real estate; the very thought reminded me of how fun our jobs could be at times.

Another sip of coffee, with more notes being written in the notebook following. I reached into my backpack, pulling out the black case again and retrieving two smaller maps to lie overtop the larger one on the table. One of the smaller pieces was a map of an island- the other, a simple copy of it; hand drawn by the looks of it, and more up-to-date, with notes and marks scribbled all over the place. Crossing out a small part of the island, I added a small note to it, and then scanned over the paper, looking to and from the smaller and larger maps.