Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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[attr="class","header"] HE WHO KNOWS NO FEAR KNOWS NO COURAGE
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Sinai drew herself from the countertop, relaxing her posture and crossing her arms loosely in front of her. She casually stepped around from behind the counter. With a glance at Neviah, she cocked her head towards the Oracle Room and began approaching it.
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"Maybe think of it as an icebreaker? Even if you're not here long, we are technically colleagues—"
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One hand grasping the curtain adorning the Oracle Room's entrance, she pointed to Neviah's employee ID card around her neck.
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"And I make a point of getting to know my colleagues."
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With that, she parted the translucent violet curtain and entered.
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Beyond lay an uncomfortably small room—a repurposed storage nook, in fact—furnished with gaudy blue wallpaper and a bright, warm-coloured lamp pointed upwards just below the ceiling, which let the light pour down from above and offer a dimmer, moodier glow by the time it reached head's height. Clear glass crystals linked along slender chains hung on the walls alongside classical occult and mytholgical imagery, and a lingering scent of tea permeated the air. An absolutely miniscule wooden table, perhaps an accent table or a particularly robust wooden stool, occupied much of the cramped room, flanked by a pair of equally svelte chairs.
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What was once the large sliding door into this room had been compressed to a narrow, arched hallway, decorated with hanging accents of yet more crystals Sinai always had to remind herself to duck underneath while passing. The things I do for aesthetic.
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"Mind your head," she called from halfway within.
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By Sinai's reckoning, her helper was left with two options: resign herself to following Sinai inside and face whatever (undoubtedly cruel) social encounter she had planned, or endure the awkwardness of tacitly refusing and waiting outside, alone, maybe forever? Sinai wondered, vaguely, which Neviah would find more intolerable.
Exploits of the Gourmet Stray[break] By Miss Kitty
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Happy New Year Maybe!
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At time of writing, I have no idea when you're going to see this. Depending on how things go for the next few weeks, it could be as soon as New Year's Eve, but more likely will be a bit later. The exact reasons why aren't particularly exciting or relevant. [break][break] What is relevant is the subject of this very special holiday post. Why's it special? Well, not only is it (probably) a new year, it's also (potentially) very close to the two-year anniversary of this blog's inception! We're finally entering our terrible twos here, and boy have I got some nifty tricks up my sleeve for the coming months to prove it. [break][break] However, this is all beside the point. We're here for food talk, and talk food we shall. [break][break] No eateries this week, no restaurants or cafés; no, we're dedicating this one to something bigger. If you've been in Lorsette very long (haven't we all), then you've no doubt heard of or even attended the Ville des Fêtes winter market that's put on every year up in the North End. If you weren't aware of this, I welcome you back to the surface from the long hibernation you've been in under that rock there. Have a biscotti or something. [break][break] For many, the winter market is a holiday affair largely for the sake of gift preparation for Christmas and whatnot. And for good reason, too; crafters and artists of all sorts have their wares on display, many just the kind of quirky weirdness your less uptight relatives would love to receive. For me, though, the star of the market is the food stalls. Groundbreaking, I know! Food vendors are everywhere with sweets and pastries and even miniature popup restaurants! Having arrived with a budget (and some extra, just in case), I of course prioritized my eating experience and spent two afternoons trying as many as I could. Absolutely. Worth. it. [break][break] To carry on a proud tradition of wildly scrupulous lists on this blog, I'll briefly summarize some of the greatest hits in terms of fare I got to try: [break][break] - Tire sur la neige, made with several varieties of locally-sourced maple syrup.[break] - Panpepato. I'm pretty sure it's Italian? It was delicious though.[break] - Làngos, which, let's be real, are just Beaver Tails except sometimes they put bacon on them.[break] - Roasted almonds. No joke, you can smell these from across the entire market.[break] - Potato pancakes, which I crave and adore every day of my life.[break] - Chimney cakes! I think they look very goofy. They remind me of penguins for whatever reason.[break] - Baumkuchen, which are those German log-cakes that are apparently getting popular nowadays.[break] - Miniature pancakes? Little Danish morsels whose actual name I will not threaten to misspell.[break] - Flame-grilled salmon, oh my. Oh my. Seafood is my weakness, and a freshly grilled salmon you get right off the rack is just—excuse me. I need a minute.[break] - A million varieties of marzipan treats. I bought some assorted boxes as last-minute gifts.[break] - Kebabs of chocolate-covered fruit, which I hadn't seen before. They're not new, I'm just rather dim.[break] - Super duper thick-cut fries. Seriously, they were nuts (but delicious).[break] - Waffles, needing no explanation or further commendation.[break] - Crèpes, much the same.[break] - Crescent-shaped vanilla cookies; I can fit six in my mouth at once and have been banned from the stall.[break] - Gingerspice cookies, yummy yummy.[break] - Flatbreads with all kinds of toppings, flambéed no less![break] - And, in the evenings, a hearty serving of mulled wine. Me oh my does that stuff warm you up on a brutal Winter's night. [break][break] Okay, I hear you say, you had a bunch of treats at this market. Congrats. What's the deal? How's this worth a blog post? [break][break] I'll tell you how, disenchanted reader, and it comes with a fun little secret: it's not actually about the food, it's about the people making the food. Gotcha! I think? What I mean to say is, while I'm more than happy to recommend a food tour of the market for its own sake (the stuff is delicious and in excess, after all), I think the value here is that it puts small business owners in a densely-populated venue where they can get all kinds of business they don't at any other time of the year. That's an excellent thing in and of itself, but even more than that, it facilitates connections. I didn't just get some maple taffy, I also got the contact info for the family who tapped the syrup themselves—and I just put in an order for a couple jugs of the stuff recently. Pancake Thursdays are about to get wild, you guys. [break][break] I think that's what's really special about Ville des Fêtes, and all the events like it, is that festivals and markets encourage people to really connect with the vendors they're buying from; it feels much more valuable to pick up a meal not from a shelf or a menu, but from, like, Dominik the babka guy. It doesn't seem that impactful in theory, but when you go with the intention of making connections—networking, in other words—you uncover a whole new world of value in these transactions. I haven't lived in Lorsette too long, but I still keep in contact with a lot of vendors I met at this same market two, even three years ago. Heck, there's a patissier I met there who still sends me birthday cards. [break][break] It's a wonderful feeling to get your food from someone you know and trust, be they butchers or bakers. And they love when people take an interest in their work, trust me. So if you're the type to think about making New Year's resolutions, consider this: think about the people who make and sell the things you eat. If you can, make an effort to connect with them! I don't think you'll soon regret it. Happy holidays, folks.
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Cheers!
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[attr="class","header"] EXECUTE PLAN G-BETA WITH A LEMON TWIST
[attr="class","post"] Sinai, for the briefest of moments, froze. [break][break] Circus? He can't mean—no. Calm down. He's just trying to get to you. [break][break] At the same time, irritation had been steadily building up in her gut for a while now. Kill him, her appetite growled to her, kill him! I want to burn his fingernails! Without thinking, her lips stretched out into a snarl. She covered her mouth briefly and shut her eyes, collecting her thoughts. [break][break] This guy... has the nerve to come into my shop, threaten my life, trash the place, then call it entertainment? His reconnaissance task fell through, so he's taking it out on me, that's all. Fine then. End act one, exeunt Sinai. [break][break] At his count, she began walking towards him, but stopped after only a couple of steps. She crouched down and grabbed hold of the cardboard box, before standing up straight and levelling a glare at her guest. As she began transferring massive amounts of energy from her body, she had to struggle to keep up her poker face. [break][break] "Nice of you to get the door for me, but I don't plan on leaving just yet." [break][break] The box in her arms suddenly shuddered. Then again. It quickly began rattling quite loudly as a low, laboured growl emerged from within the package. [break][break] "Big Bertha? Visitor." [break][break] The front of the box exploded outward as a streak of dull white flew through the air, Sinai barely keeping upright from the recoil. A large white alleycat, eyes foggy with blindness, leapt across the room at the stranger with a piercing cry. It struck him, claws outstretched, and began a dizzying flurry of swipes, bites, and scratches, abound with pent-up rage. Its flesh was still partially reconstructing itself around the bleached-white bones which animated it. [break][break] Having loosed her distraction, Sinai bent low to the ground, exhaling deeply; a thick cloud of fog escaped her mouth and rolled along the ground as her form began to change. Skin and muscle peeled away from her eyes outward with a sound as of tearing paper, shadowy mist enveloping her in spiderwebbing rivulets before completely obscuring her. Her jacket flapped open, dissipating as though smouldering into black and green cinders, before vanishing entirely. Free of her jacket's enchantment, the decomposing feline form Sinai now took exuded her intense aura of famine, a pain of starvation borne only by her and the foe before her. Black dust played about her form, a lingering promise of plague clinging to her as she stalked slowly backward, ever further into the shadows. Soon, even the gleam of her milky white eyes disappeared into the darkness as she leapt up the hidden cat tunnel to the next floor, and finally to the fire escape headed even further upwards. [break][break] Moments later, a long, solemn yowl echoed across the darkened streets from far, far above.
Exploits of the Gourmet Stray[break] By Miss Kitty
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Query #7: Lovey and/or Dovey Special
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Hello, all! [break][break] Good for you for surviving February, I'm proud of you. Now, you may quite reasonably say that I'm a little late to the Valentine's Day train, but that doesn't mean I've missed my chance to talk about it! To wit, I get this kind of question pretty frequently:
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[attr="class","question"] "What's a good spot for a first date?"
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Short answer: who knows? While I'm flattered that some expect me to have a good answer to this question, the fact is that I'm not particularly romantically involved, as it were. I haven't been on a date with any kind of romantic stakes since I was fourteen, and I pretty much learned my lesson after that. This isn't to say I don't know some lovely places around town I think anyone would be charmed to meet up at, because I do! Just don't expect any sage dating wisdom from this gal. [break][break] While the list of places you could take someone to is basically endless, and the ideal location varies wildly depending on both your and your partner's preferences, if you're looking for a classic as-seen-on-TV date experience, I have a couple places in mind just for you. Step into the swan boat, ladies and gentlemen, and allow me to spirit you away to...
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Theoretical Date Spot #1: The Keen Bean Coffee Patio
[break] Lorsette is home to a host of lovely cafés, coffee shops, and tiny diners, but if I had to pick one that could never do me wrong, it would be the Keen Bean. This pristine little place juts out into that weird 3-way intersection joining Vincent and South Knight, making for a scene composed suspiciously like Nighthawks. However, distinctly unlike a Hopper painting, the Keen Bean is a brilliant gem of an eatery on an otherwise crowded yet unassuming street corner. If you asked me, I would say this would make for an absolutely charming date spot on something of a budget. [break][break] So, what makes this place special? Well, you can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. The outside is composed of that old-school black-stained wood like an old pub, but inside everything is ivory-white, with comfortable lighting and a wonderful view through the whole place. The first thing you notice: flowers. Everywhere. Plant pots on wall-mounted shelves. Plants on the windowsills. Hanging planters and those weird Japanese moss-ball things. Dangling stems from the railing above the patio. Patterns of vines and filigree on the walls. There's no corner left untouched by vibrant, well-kept flora. Then you hear the music, gentle enough so as not to impose, but always audible. Then the aromas hit you: delicate floral fragrances, roasted coffee, all kinds of teas. If they made the experience of walking into the Keen Bean for the first time a perfume, I would drink it straight from the bottle and die happy. [break][break] As you may have surmised, the café also sports a full outdoor patio in addition to the indoor seating. It's nothing you haven't seen before, but on a nice day, nothing quite beats a good cup of black coffee and a croissant as sun streaks through the foliage above. [break][break] Alright, that's enough waxing poetic. How's the food? Well, it wouldn't be in my top five cafés if it weren't very good. Obviously, full-on restaurants could bring you more impressive meals, but as far as coffee patios go? You'd be genuinely surprised how good the stuff is. If you find yourself there in the morning, I'd recommend the Julietta breakfast sandwich (fried egg, cheese, tomato, and green onion on ciabatta? Sign me up.), and a sticky bun if you're feeling frisky. If you're in the mood for something more brunchy and/or lunchy, get anything you like. It's all good. (If you're wondering, I'm partial to the French onion soup, myself.) Now, don't tell anyone I told you this, but even though they don't update the written menus between lunch and dinner, there are a few extra dinner options. If you happen to be with someone special and you don't mind sharing something, I sincerely urge you to order the Shakshouka, and not just because it's fun to say. They make it with like, a dozen little quail eggs, which looks adorable, and has feta and all kinds of herbs and it's devastatingly delicious. Deliriously so, even. I don't care how bad your date is going, that thing makes a night out worth it. [break][break] Keen Bean Coffee Patio [break] Food: 4/5 [break] Atmosphere: 5/5 (and beyond!) [break] Price: 3.5/5 [break] Staff: 3/5 [break] Total: 15.5/20 [break][break][break]
Theoretical Date Spot #2: Old Şömine Turkish Eatery
[break] Alright, maybe this wouldn't be everyone's first idea when they think of a date spot, but bear with me here. [break][break] Anyone who lives in Lorsette knows the city has a small but very prosperous Turkish community, pretty strongly centralized in the southern end of the Downtown area, marking out its own little district of businesses I have every intention of covering in more detail in a future post. I may seem biased in suggesting somewhere here, given my open and infinite love of Turkish and all other Mediterranean cuisine, but hear me out, okay? Old Şömine is my best suggestion for a great date-night restaurant if you've got a bit more money in your pocket. Oh, and I mean that literally—they're unfortunately a cash-only joint. [break][break] Okay, tips for eating at this place? Call ahead. It's a bit small (I believe "cozy" would be the diplomatic term) and usually has a waiting list, so I would recommend making a reservation. Once you get in, appreciate the dim, warm lighting and the din particular to these small foreign restaurants, because—and this may sound weird—this is one of my favourite-sounding restaurants in the city. The atmosphere just does something to people, man. Everyone who sits down at this place takes on a weirdly distinct hushed but relaxed tone of voice, and it all just melds together into this super inviting ambience to which written description doesn't do justice. The staff are super friendly and very open about their food preferences (trust me, they know best), and if you're lucky, you'll be seated near their centrepiece, a big iron stove converted into a sort of fireplace (Şömine, if you haven't googled it already, is Turkish for "fireplace," go figure). The flames are real, and very soothing to sit near. Ten out of ten fireplace. [break][break] As for food choices... It really isn't the sort of place I can make specific recommendations for, both on account of how much there is to choose from, and the fact that everything is good. I love lamb, I love chicken, I love seafood, and these guys do all those things a thousand different, equally excellent ways. On that note, there are two main strategies at Old Şömine: look up the menu beforehand so you know exactly what you'll order ahead of time, or... just wing it. I'm serious! If you're the type that normally agonizes over food choices, I strongly suggest you try this place just for the opportunity of emptying your mind, pointing at three random things on the menu, saying "sure, I'll have those," and then having a great meal because it never mattered. Pilaf, döner, shish, lahmacun, köfte, grilled stuff, chopped stuff, fresh stuff; unsurprisingly also a great place for coffee and tea. Just close your eyes, allow the spirit of the place to flow through you, and focus on good food with good company. [break][break] That's a mighty fine date experience, if you ask me. [break][break] Old Şömine Turkish Eatery [break] Food: 5/5 [break] Atmosphere: 4/5 [break] Price: 2/5 [break] Staff: 5/5 [break] Total: 16/20 [break][break][break]
These two recommendations represent what I would consider "ideal" spots, but as I said, the list is extensive. To compensate, I've prepared a list of honourable mentions I feel would be great meetup spots, depending on your particular style of date: [break][break] • The Right Whale Bore [break] Pricey but delicious seafood restaurant with a great eye for aesthetics, and real seafaring history to boot. [break][break] • The Lobster Hubbub [break] Similar to the Right Whale Bore, but less expensive and with less variety. A more rugged maritime experience. [break][break] • Octopus Garden [break] A very expensive but so worth it haute-cuisine hipster Asian fusion joint, perfect for the deranged Beatles lover in all of us. [break][break] • The Golden Crown [break] If bars are more your style, the Golden Crown by the coast is a lovely little hideaway perfect for a late night out. [break][break] • Quantum Pearl [break] If you're planning on dating a mad scientist, go here. Nothing I can say will prepare you. [break][break] • Chiliad Fusion [break] Greek-Mediterranean fusion cuisine! Candlelit; perfect if you like vaulted ceilings. If you skip on the calamari, I will find you. [break][break] • Maison Tranquil [break] Dig fancy French joints? If not, now you do. [break][break] • Modesti [break] Has the distinction of being Lorsette's highest restaurant, sitting on the 35th floor of a glassy high-rise downtown. Celebrities who eat there are asked to sign their skylight, like some kind of aberrant Sistine Chapel. I recommend their specialty pizzas. [break][break] I hope these recommendations could give all you lovers out there some ideas. I certainly wouldn't mind being taken to any of these places, but that's just me. Valentine's Day or no, there's never a bad time for a good meal, and it only gets better if you can share it with someone you like. Have a great week, everybody.
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Cheers!
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[attr="class","header"] THAT WAS MY ONLY TABLE YOU GOOBER
[attr="class","post"] FWOOM— [break][break] The table flew upward, turning end over end, scattering the trinkets atop it and the contents of its undercarriage alike—cards, beads, bones, rods, matches, incense, and all other manner of diviner's tools and baubles burst out in a cloud of detritus. The motion revealed a cardboard box about two feet long and half that width and height hidden beneath the table. Sinai leapt backward as best she could, keeping her hands shut in tight fists, but quickly found herself pressed up against the wall. The thin purple cloth from the table flapped and billowed in the air, obscuring her vision, forcing her to put her arms up in front of her face in case of an attack. The cloth suddenly bulged inward, colliding with the table and shoving it in her direction. As quickly as she could, Sinai lifted her elbows to avoid the flying furniture just in time for the loud bang of the narrow table legs slamming into the wall behind her, straddling her just beneath her armpits and keeping her thoroughly pinned in place. In the midst of the impact, her hood flipped back, revealing the nervous look on her face at last. [break][break] As the cloth settled and drooped, she glimpsed the freshly-shifted lycanthropic form of her client. She was surprised to find herself still capable of conscious thought in this situation; years prior, she'd have been running on instinct alone. She elected to use this mental processing power to think: [break][break] You moron. [break][break] He'd courteously confirmed her suspicions of his species with that unsettling eye trick. More than that, though, Sinai found it curious that he would choose to take a new form with such a well-known weakness. Was this some kind of test? In any event, it was one she had no intention of failing. As he snarled his warning at her, she peered through the fluttering snowfall of tarot cards and loosened her grip on the object held tight in her right hand. Two years of practicing sleight of hand would finally amount to more than forced card pulls. [break][break] "The reading's not over yet, you mutt." [break][break] While preparing her bone throwing, she had felt for a pair of specific objects and carefully held onto them before she threw—the first being her antique silver coin. She maneuvered the palmed coin between her thumb and forefinger, tensing them just as she whipped her wrist forward and flicked her thumb out, launching the coin at the wolfman. Bone thrower's silver coin, she thought to herself. Speaks of return on investments. He'd either have to waste time and attention avoiding the precious metal or suffer the consequences of getting hit by it. [break][break] Make your choice, doppelgänger.
[attr="class","header"] THIS SOUNDS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A BARGAIN
[attr="class","post"] "How gracious." [break][break] Bingo, she thought. He's interested in lich makers. [break][break] Seeing her work was far from done here, Sinai steeled her nerve once more and gently tugged on the thin string keeping the bone-bag closed. She upturned the small sack over a cupped hand, catching the assortment of bones and other trinkets. [break][break] He's not bluffing about having to save myself; if I don't give him something he likes, this'll get ugly quick. I'm getting closer to figuring out what he is, though... That form of his is definitely a product of shapeshifting, not an illusion. Since he didn't respond to the holy water in the tea, I can be pretty sure he's not hellish. I don't doubt he can tell my youth—based on his words, he's much older than me, too old to be a human illusionist; not to mention he has no tome. That rules out all but the shapeshifting ones, and almost every shapeshifter makes use of an animalistic form rather than two humanoid ones, like Romeo described. Yeti have a human's lifespan, so that's out. The night hunting and teeth-baring would imply lycanthropy, but... I don't sense any animal connection to him. I didn't think I'd ever meet one, but that really only leaves... [break][break] The chances were low, but she had to gamble on what little she'd learned from local hearsay and her nights at the library. She loosely enveloped her hands around the pile of bones and focused all her senses on their texture against her skin. All her practice and research would have to come to bear in these next few moments. After half a second of carefully adjusting her fingers, she began gently shaking the bones in her hands, producing a hollowed clacking noise with every rise and fall. [break][break] "If my heritage matters, I'm more useful to you walking than not. I sincerely doubt my own feelings about whomever my maker is are of any real concern to you." [break][break] Just keep talking. Hold his interest. Old, wise, or dead, no one has unlimited attention. [break][break] She held her arms up before her, letting them fall as she split her hands open downwards, sending the bones and other trinkets clattering across the table. A handful bounced away and onto the floor with more clinks and rattles, but the majority stayed within the confines of the chalk circle. She gazed briefly at the aimless arrangement of objects before her, feeling her client's cold eyes staring through her. [break][break] "Since you requested it, I assume you know a bit about bone reading. It's not many people's first choice. If you'll indulge me, I can guide you through what I see before you." [break][break] All she could hope is that he was old enough to have lived through an age where fortune-tellers were seen as the wisest among them. She'd dealt with more than one immortal from darker times, and some still trusted in diviners. Moving her left hand down by her side, she gestured with her right towards the centre of the table, where a small grouping of objects had settled. [break][break] "The sand dollar occupies the centre. It speaks confidently of decisive action; it speaks to your nature. The hawk's bone and yew twig are crossed in conflict beside it, giving context to your actions: a hunt for those bonded by blood or spirit." [break][break] She pointed then to a curious happenstance: a small, bleached-white beak settled upright. Beside it, a small, translucent gemstone. [break][break] "I'd wager you might guess this one's meaning... the crow's beak likes liars. Here it points—as best it can—to us both. A creature wearing another's face such as you do has little right to condemn my own mask. The cat's eye beside it, conversely, speaks of truth and knowledge. This reassures us that truth and deceit are not mutually exclusive." [break][break] I'm running out of concrete information to work with. I'll have to settle for intuition. [break][break] "A pair of objects here, to your right, tell us a lot: the copper shrapnel entails luck and fortune. Unfortunately, it finds itself underfoot of the knucklebone—a sign of unresolved conflict, meaning fate has turned its kinder eye from you. Your battles are yours alone." [break][break] She pointed forward, towards her client's end of the table. She swallowed nervously before continuing. If her guess was off, everything would fall here. [break][break] "The dog's tooth favours you greatly—it pushed beyond the circle to be with you. In this, like attracts like, and the dog's tooth evokes loyalty. It speaks to your devotion... perhaps to a cause, perhaps to a person, perhaps to a group. However, at its root, between it and the rest of the table, the salt crystal: desertion. Abandonment. You asked if your eagerness would hinder your path, and the bones tell me thusly: the power you wield steadily carves a rift between you and that which you love. Without correction, without clarity, your path can end only in solitude."
[attr="class","header"] BEEP BEEP COMING THROUGH FELLAS
[attr="class","post"] "Mhmm." Orienting herself towards where Neviah called out from and using the sound of her footsteps as a guide, Sinai gradually pulled the unwieldy contraption into the booth and began the difficult task of navigating the remainder of the shop. While she had to occasionally stop to check her distance from any errant shelves or stoops which might impede her journey, with her assistant's help the bulk of the journey was a painless one. [break][break] As she did so, the kid's words rang in her mind, and she found herself oddly... irritated? Maybe it was because Neviah was obviously keeping quiet about how she really felt about this hokey magic shop. Why was that? Simple courtesy? Mature or no, not many kids her age had much of a poker face, and the uncertainty on her face was difficult to miss. She wanted to say something. So... why didn't she? That particular frustration sparked something in Sinai. She found herself suddenly overtaken with an age-old instinct, one she felt no desire to suppress at this moment. Bitter cold and starvation couldn't kill me for good, Sinai thought to herself, curiosity can't touch this cat. [break][break] And so, just as she reached the front counter, she suddenly stopped and set the dolly into its upright resting position with an audible clunk. She leaned onto the counter, put her chin in her hand, and stared intently at Neviah, her lips curled ever so slightly upward. [break][break] "Hey, kid? I'm not dumb. I can tell that this—" she made a vague gesture to the whole booth, "—isn't exactly doing it for you. I get it, really. If there's a problem, we should talk about it. So! In the interest of getting to know each other better..." [break][break] She stood up straight and levelled a piercing glare at her assistant. Thumb outstretched, she pointed over her shoulder to the side door leading to the Oracle Room. [break][break] "...How's about a fortune on the house?"
[attr="class","post"] So the mask is finally coming off, huh. We're finally getting to know each other. [break][break] A precious moment of Sinai's time was simultaneously spent processing the slough of words her guest had just said, and also hoping he would never say them again. Despite the shiver shot down her spine by his last few words, however, she felt relieved that he'd been willing to give up so much precious information. He knew she was undead, for one, but didn't seem to know her as the Cat Whisperer like her usual clientèle. At the very least, that meant he hadn't been torturing her regulars for information. That was a relief. [break][break] ..."Jog my memory," huh? So the names were for me to know, after all. This guy's just looking for any undead who MIGHT know someone on his list. The only question is why. I guess it's my turn to go on the attack. [break][break] She swallowed her fear as best she could. Carefully raising her head to just the right angle—something she'd spent days practicing in the mirror—just enough to lift the obfuscatory brim of her hood, she allowed the light to catch the reflective film of her feline eyes, gleaming yellow-green from within the shadow enveloping her face. [break][break] "I must say, I'm relieved that you know so very little about me, my good friend. Here I was worried I had no more secrets." [break][break] She lowered her head again and obscured her face, her bag of bones in hand and ready to shift at the first sign of provocation. Even if he seemed dumber than she'd anticipated, she'd be just as much a fool to not have some kind of escape plan in mind, simplistic though it may be. [break][break] "Look—those names don't mean anything to me." [break][break] This was true. [break][break] "I'm sorry." [break][break] This was not. [break][break] "If you're looking for information on undead, I'm not the one to talk to. I don't even know who made me what I am now." [break][break] She shrugged slightly. If she was lucky, that'd be the end of it, and they could both walk away unharmed.
[attr="class","post"] Bull, Sinai thought. No one keeps a list of names like that memorized for an innocent divination. She bit her lip, but kept her head as low as she could while still keeping an eye on this... person. Something about the way he moved was almost too perfectly human. Practiced. Mechanical. Each passing second with him only reassured her that she was in danger, and that she was running out of time to figure out exactly how and why. [break][break] Her legs felt... heavy. Not the jittering anxiety she was accustomed to in a fight-or-flight scenario; nothing more than mounting dread. If death had even slightly dulled her instincts, all the more reason to use her head. Keeping her eyes locked on her client, she reached for her small canister of tea leaves, depositing a measured spoonful in a small ceramic cup. She carefully retrieved the kettle and poured it over the leaves, the now-golden liquid emitting a strong aroma, before passing the steaming cup over to him. All the while, she studied his features, mulled over his words, and wondered: [break][break] What is he gaining? [break][break] They both knew this divination was a farce, at least in the asking. Nothing in his actions implied he intended to gain her trust. Whatever those names meant to him, it was clearly different from the first part of his question. Ignorance would breed suspicion; direct questioning, the same. [break][break] She assessed her situation once more: what were his advantages? Having more knowledge of her than she him, blocking the only exit, and, if Romeo was to be believed, possibly some manner of shapeshifting ability. Okay. What were hers? No doubt aware of his own advantages, he might get too comfortable and let something slip that she could use. Also, if she were quick enough, there was at least one more cat-sized escape route for her to use; then again, that could be rendered moot depending on his own shapeshifting. [break][break] Information. That was the biggest obstacle separating the two, and he was undoubtedly in a better position to gain it than she was. For a brief moment she allowed her eyes to stray from him as she retrieved what she would need. With one hand, she picked up a stick of rough, white chalk, with it drawing a circle nearly as wide as the table itself directly onto the cloth. With the other, she produced a small satin bag which rattled and shook ever so slightly as she moved it. [break][break] "I consult the wisdom of the bones often, my good friend." [break][break] Before she opened the bag, however, her hands stopped mid-movement. [break][break] "Your question is in two parts. Those names... are too many for me to examine at once without aid. If you could write them down for me, that would serve as a suitable focus for the reading."
[attr="class","header"] WELCOME TO OUR HUMBLE SHOP, STRANGER
[attr="class","post"] Well, "shop" might be a generous term for it. We appreciate the sentiment, though. [break][break][break] "...Ebby, you gotta gimme something to work with. Why hasn't he come back?" [break][break] "Meow." [break][break] "No, Romeo. Rudah's on the Brewers shift this week. Romeo's on southside Prince, and he was supposed to report back by now." [break][break] "Mrow?" [break][break] "Oka—I'd rather not consider it, lady. Besides, Gossamer taught him to look both ways." [break][break][break] Thap thap thap thap. The hooded figure tapped a pencil impatiently against the small, cloth-covered folding table before her, petting the cat in her lap with her free hand. Ebby, the lithe tortie with the rather bird-like vocal tone, was new to the Whisperer's affairs, and helped attend indoors while the others went out on street and collection duty. She still got some of the names a little mixed up, bless her soul. As the figure wearing the large hooded jacket ran through the possibilities in her mind, a conspicuous thump sounded from behind her. [break][break] "Speak of the devil." [break][break] A slender orange tabby poked its head down into the room, eyes wide with adrenaline. It let out a guttural, grating hiss. Sinai felt a chill. She pulled her hood back to her shoulders and whirled around to face the door. Someone—no, something was coming. Something dangerous. [break][break] "Was it following one of us?" [break][break] "Mrargh." [break][break] That was all she needed to know. Sinai let out a shaky breath. Then how...? [break][break] "...You two, up. Romeo, show her the way." [break][break][break] At her command, the two cats leapt back up the small hidden tunnel, silently taking the nearest fire escape towards the rooftop. Sinai uselessly breathed into cupped hands, wincing at the sound of dry skin as she rubbed them together. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mind raced, making sure nothing was unaccounted for. [break][break] Okay Sinai, keep calm. It got this far alone, so it clearly knows about me. Then again, it wasn't tracking the Eyes, so my location could be all it knows. If it only wanted me dead, it would wait to catch me outside where I have blind spots, rather than coming here. That means... information. If it's coming here and now, information is its main goal. That means it has to play on my terms, at least to begin with. That means I can level the playing field. Find out what it wants. Make sure it has no reason to come back. [break][break] With a sharp breath, she sprung into action. Working out of a small, decrepit closet meant everything was within easy reach, never more than a step from her seat. Her ledger got stuffed beneath her pillow, along with the pencil. She lit her portable stove and put the kettle on, checking her small canister of tea leaves; enough for tonight, at least. She briefly inspected her cards, ensuring there were no easily visible tears or creases; well-kept, but crucially not flawless. Everything was arranged behind her side of the table—the pendulum, dice, beads, books, charts, bones... She made sure the cat tunnels were properly obscured. Dimmed the lantern. Lit a stick of incense and wafted the curling stream of smoke so that— [break][break] fweeeEEEEEEE— [break][break] She jumped, before realizing it was just the kettle. She quickly switched off the stove. Looking down at her shaking hand, she clasped her wrist and silently muttered a curse. She suddenly held her breath. [break][break][break] Footsteps. [break][break] Tup. Tup. Tup. [break][break] A gait she didn't recognize, quickly approaching. [break][break] Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. [break][break] A shadow passed in front of the small, clouded window. The loose door handle jangled clumsily in its socket. The door squeaked open, revealing... [break][break] ...A dark-haired man. [break][break] That is NOT what Romeo described. [break][break] A shiver nonetheless passed through her. Her instincts screamed at her that she wasn't mistaken. For all her fear, though, her setup was very deliberately designed; the lanterns above and behind her ensured that her hood cast a deep shadow over her face, keeping her expression well-hidden. With practiced fluidity, she pushed her hands forward and around atop the table, smoothing out the thin violet cloth adorning it. Levelling her voice, she quietly spoke: [break][break] "It isn't often that I get... unexpected visitors." [break][break] This was true. [break][break] "...However, you are still most welcome here." [break][break] This was not. [break][break] "The water's just boiled—do you take tea?" [break][break] Alright then, she thought to herself. [break][break][break] Showtime.
[attr="class","header"] THIS USER KINDA UNDERSTANDS TEMPLATES
[attr="class","post"] Warning: small canine has breached established secure proximity of three (3) metres. [break] Summary: no attempted communication; visual confirmation of injury; nutrient intake successful. [break] Threat level: unconfirmed. Exercise caution. [break][break] Sinai eyed the dog warily. On one hand, she'd been fooled by the puppy-dog act before, and didn't want to be giving in to someone just looking for a free lunch. On the other, that injury looked pretty real, and she'd be remiss if she left an injured stray to fend for himself. [break][break] ...Was he a stray? She'd assumed as much, but he may have just gotten away from his owner by accident and gotten lost. She considered taking him to someone who could treat him, but without knowing anything for sure, she was hesitant; possible dog-napping wasn't exactly in her list of hobbies. She was no vet, and certainly had no way of treating him here. Eyes closed, she let out a deep sigh. I guess I'd just like some more information. She cleared some of the thin snow-cover from the curb, sat down, and took a bite of her shawarma. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the dog still staring at her. She did her best to exude her own animalistic... spirit, or whatever people would call it. Anything that would make talking to the little guy any easier for both of them. [break][break] "You, uh, don't have to keep up the human-friendly whimpering and such, by the way. I'll listen if you just talk. If you liked the lamb, there's more where that came from—if you answer some questions for me. I'd like to know how you got that injury, for instance. But all in due time, I guess." [break][break] She patted the ground beside her and waited patiently for a moment. As she waited for him to join her, she laid her grocery bag on the ground in front of her and splayed it open, idly searching through it for anything she might be able to share. Without looking up, she addressed the dog once more: [break][break] "I don't especially have anywhere to be at the moment, so I think I'll keep you company for a little while. Like I said, you've captured my idle curiosity, so I'll reward you for the trouble of answering my questions. For starters, let's see... you got a name?"
[attr="class","header"] WELL THIS IS REMARKABLY SERENDIPITOUS
[attr="class","post"] Sinai stared blankly at the flaming figure for a moment. She looked up, doing her best to hold back a grin. "...Y'know, in hindsight, the name probably shoulda tipped me off." She suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, snickering as she gestured to the drink in Roami's hand. "I was thinking if I kept my date waiting long, I could at least bring them that to warm them up! I guess that doesn't really help you, huh?" Taking a breath to compose herself, she pinched her jacket pockets, splaying her jacket out and bowing her head in slight imitation of her partner's curtsy. [break][break] "It's great to meet you as well, Roami. Yes, I'm Sinai, though you can call me anything you like. You look..."Don't say smoking hot, don't say smoking hot, don't say—"...very lovely tonight. I'm sorry my own wardrobe doesn't quite match up, I just can't handle the cold." [break][break] As Sinai spoke, she studied her date as discreetly as she could. I'd have sooner guessed a flamboyant elemental before some kind of demon or devil, but that horn changes things. Shameless, but polite. Clothes made of fire, but leather beneath for protection and decency; so she's mature enough to account for her foibles. Probably older than she looks, in that case. Tonight might be more interesting than I bargained for. [break][break] As the sun set, the darkening sky caused Roami's blazing attire to stand out all the more; Sinai amusedly resigned herself to being at the centre of attention for the remainder of the night as faces conspicuously turned to look at the dramatic sight. "...And yeah, my bus broke down. Walking here took forever. Sorry to keep you waiting so long." She leaned in closer and gave a slight smirk. "Then again, you did steal my drink, so let's call it even. Now that we're on a date, I don't feel too bad about using you to keep myself warm, either. Hopefully I can pay you back with conversation? You seem anything but boring." She gestured to one of the narrow footpaths, somewhat occupied by other couples but warmly lit by a regiment of street lamps. [break][break] "Shall we?"
[attr="class","header"] NO STOP THAT DRINK IS SYMBOLISM
[attr="class","post"] As the stranger eased in closer, so too did the heat of her flames. The sudden blush of warmth on the air was intoxicating in conjunction with the soothing cider. Sinai felt herself relax and melt into her jacket, only half-hearing what her momentary companion had said about the nametag. "Mm? Thanks," she dozily muttered in reply. Her eyes began to drift slowly closed before she snapped back to awareness, straightening her back and blinking a few times. This isn't good, at this rate I'll miss my date. But the heat tempted her to stay seated, even if just a little longer. It couldn't hurt, right? She took another swig of her drink and let out a long sigh. The two on the bench made for an odd pair, but the occasional weird look from passersby didn't bother Sinai. Instead, she happily basked in the warmth while she was still near to it, and almost regretted that she'd have to leave at some point. [break][break] Eventually, however, the lingering guilt of taking so long won out, and Sinai readied herself for her search once more. One last sip from the cider, a pat of her pockets to make sure she hadn't lost anything... what the stranger had mentioned about her nametag finally clicked as she looked down at her jacket. She tore it off and quickly reapplied it in its proper orientation, chuckling slightly. Finally, she reached for the second cider—which was missing. She patted around confusedly for it before looking to her side to see her benchmate happily drinking it. Her brow furrowed, she stood up and faced the cider-thief, clearing her throat. [break][break] "Ah, hey. That drink was meant for my date, you know. You can't just take things like that."
[attr="class","header"] WHAT'S UP BRO SORRY I'M LATE
[attr="class","post"] ...Stupid bus. Stupid snow. Stupid cold. Stupid... [break][break] Sinai hunched into her thick winter jacket, drawing the hood even tighter around her face against the biting wind, though it could hardly help the chill she felt down to her bones. She muttered under her breath, cursing the bus that broke down and forced her to make the rest of her journey on foot. The sky took on a fiery hue with the setting sun as she half-jogged down the sidewalk, approaching the kaleidoscopic ballet of headlights in the skating rink parking lot, beckoning countless lonely hearts to enjoy an evening of companionship. She wove clumsily through the crowd of sweethearts and dreamers, when at last she spotted the blind date booth. After a long wait spent shivering in the cold wind, she reached the front of the line and received the name of her designated partner. [break][break] "Roami... Bawnper? Bonne-Pire? Bonpyre." [break][break] Huh, neat name, she thought to herself. Never heard of a Bonpyre. Shrugging and slipping the sheet of paper into her pocket, she casually slapped her own nametag onto her chest upside-down. Deciding this constituted sufficient means of identification, she began searching for the elusive Roami. Like many others around her, she called out her partner's name in the hopes of attracting their attention. She was, however, immediately interrupted by the delicious aroma of apples and cinnamon on the cold wind. She immediately sniffed the air to discern the source of the smell and took off towards the small stand selling warm apple cider to the skaters and date-goers. Licking her lips, she got in line as quickly as she could. [break][break] ... [break][break] After a few minutes of queueing, Sinai suddenly remembered she was there for a date, and quietly hoped Roami wasn't waiting for her. [break][break] ... [break][break] "Hey there, what can I get ya?" [break][break] "Hey. A cid... two ciders, please." [break][break] "Just one moment." [break][break] Sinai beamed at her thoughtfulness. Now, even if she kept her partner waiting, they couldn't possibly be mad at her. The plan was foolproof. [break][break] "Here you are, enjoy your date." [break][break] She handed the server a few dollars in coins and nodded in thanks. Taking hold of the two small styrofoam cups, she savoured the gradual feeling of warmth seeping into her fingers as she carried them away. Desperately wanting to taste the steaming hot ichor finally in her grasp, she resolved to find someplace she could sit and rest before she continued looking for Roami. However, she became increasingly agitated as every bench seemed to be occupied by skaters donning their gear or couples relaxing and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, she spotted an area people seemed to be avoiding, and broke through the thinning crowd before noticing the strange orange light adorning the bench there. While she couldn't help but notice the rather intense-looking woman wreathed in flames sitting impatiently on one side of the bench, Sinai nonetheless wasted no time in plopping herself down on the opposite end, placing her partner's drink by her side. The lady on the bench had no nametag, so likely wasn't here for a blind date. Probably already had a date lined up. Thinking nothing of it, Sinai pulled down her hood and took a long sip of her own drink. Noticing the sun was nearly fully set, she took a deep breath and steeled her nerve once more. [break][break] Alright. Time to go find Roami.
Exploits of the Gourmet Stray[break] By Miss Kitty
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Showcase #5: The Game is A-Paw (read the post I swear that's clever)
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I'm not famous. Obviously. I have no illusions that being a food blogger is glorious or vital work to functioning society. Nevertheless, I'm rather chuffed that a fair few people are pointed my way when it comes to asking about great and affordable restaurants. I guess this is as good an opportunity as any to thank everyone tuning in week after week to hear about my latest indulgences, and especially for those who come to me with recommendations of their own! More than a few great places I've tried have come directly from readers here with very strong feelings about where to find good Turkish cuisine, or babka, or even whatever the hell "cheesy widgets" are.
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All this being said, let's move on to the main point of this Restaurant Showcase. Since I started doing these, I've gotten a bunch of emails with requests or recommendations, but one in particular has been requested more than any other, despite not being a dedicated eatery in the traditional sense...
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[attr="class","question"] Hey, you should totally check out the Tabby Grange! I think it'd be right up your alley (^_^)
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Y'know what? You're right! It's honestly surprising I haven't covered this soo—
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[attr="class","question"] You HAVE to go to the Tabby Grange. Like, now.
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Uh, haha, yeah. I mean, given my branding, you'd think I—
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[attr="class","question"] talk about the the tabby grange coward
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Okay, jeez! I'm doing it!
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Ahem.
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I actually went to the Tabby Grange for the first time a while before this blog existed. Anyone with my particular set of interests (i.e. cats and food) has heard of this place, as it's the premiere cat café in or anywhere near Lorsette. If, unlike me, you didn't fervently consume the entirety of the Sherlock Holmes short story collection as a kid, it may take you a while to realize the name is a playful reference to The Adventure of the Abbey Grange, a nifty little tale, as well as the first and only occurrence of Holmes' famous line, "the game is afoot" (told you it was clever). The owners of the place clearly wanted a... distinct visual brand, so they really went all-in with the Holmes-esque atmosphere. It's not over-the-top, all-Victorian setpieces through and through, but the vintage newspaper clippings, red damask wallpaper, and faux-fireplace certainly made for a unique atmosphere. Not to mention the additions of smoking pipes, half-empty bottles of wine, frayed ropes, and a coat rack with a certain recognizable hat and jacket. All ornamental, of course, but lovely attention to detail regardless.
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Obviously, being a cat café, the most important aspect is being able to interact with the cats. Well, I'm happy to report that they have cats, you can interact with them, and, uh... frankly, there isn't much you can do to make that experience a poor one. Cats are their own reward, after all. I was greeted enthusiastically by an incredibly fluffy grey lady named Baroness, who tried very hard to pretend it was an accident that she kept finding herself at my feet the entire time I was there. I spent about ten minutes with her purring on my lap as we sat on their nifty Victorian settee (with conspicuous knifelike scratches on the armrests, in case you forgot this place was based on a murder mystery). So yes, ten out of ten as far as cats are concerned, no surprises there. When I went, they had about a dozen cats you could meet, and from what I heard, a dozen more still getting acclimated to the space and company.
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Now believe it or not, this is actually a food blog, and I am thus contractually obligated to talk about the food at the Tabby Grange. Drumroll!
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It's alright. Like, I didn't hate anything I had there (panini-pressed chicken wrap, a scone, and a suspiciously vegan matcha latte), but I could probably name a handful of places around town for each of those things that could do them better. But I mean... that's fine. Like I said, the food was at least enjoyable, and my being there was decidedly more for feline companionship than for lunch. But is that fine?
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(This is the part where I get all serious and introspective, by the way.)
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The reason it's taken so long for me to make a post about this place isn't because I hadn't heard of it, but because it's only adjacent to what this blog is about, cat iconography notwithstanding. I was legitimately torn as to whether I'd focus on the somewhat lacklustre café side of the cat café, or brush it off in favour of an overall enjoyable experience playing with cats. As a restauranteur who takes pride in giving honest reviews of the places she visits, I can't feel entirely comfortable singing the praises of a place where my food experience could have been greatly improved. By the same token, I don't want to come down on a place just because I'm a foodie who didn't get the best possible food in a place where food isn't the main focus. Café or not, their mission is to take in cats who need homes and give people the opportunity to come in and provide one for them. It's incredibly important work, and this place happened to take that and add a twist to its aesthetic to make something a little weird and wonderful, and I totally respect that. I will show undying support for any place that helps rescue animals and get them loving families, but I've never been sure if this blog is the place for that. As a café, the place is nicely decorated but otherwise lacking. As a cat café, however, it makes for a great experience I couldn't recommend enough to any cat lover.
So... yeah. To everyone asking for a Showcase of the Tabby Grange, I hope this doesn't come as a disappointment. I do my best to encourage people to think more about the words written than the number at the end, so you'll have to trust me when I say I thoroughly enjoyed my time here, even with a final score lower than you usually see on this blog. The score is meant to purely reflect its merit as an eatery, so just keep that in mind.
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Have a great week everyone, and happy eating!
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Cheers!
[attr="class","shell-right"] ... [break][break] Miss Kitty is a private food blogger living in Lorsette, Newfoundland. [break][break] In her spare time, she likes to wear sunglasses in restaurants to feel important. [break][break] ...
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