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A flyer adorned with little cupcakes and pies appears on the bulletin board with simple order forms pinned below.

The Slayer's Cake 2 is now open!

Stop by the bakery window in the Copper Cafe for treats, both sweet and savory. Fresh baked breads, croissants, cakes, cookies, pies, tarts, we can do it all!

Our daily offerings will usually vary based on our whims, but requests are always welcome.

Come by any day and grab something delicious. If no one's behind the counter, just help yourself!

For Valentine's Day, we're taking special orders! Menu items should be ordered on the page below by Tuesday, February 13th for delivery on the 14th. (But if it's a little late that's okay too.)

If you're looking for something extra special, stop by and talk to Pike or Rey directly

st_rangepalette

Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.

Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.

Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.

Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.

Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.

st_illsabrae

The metal beast was huge, larger than even Merrill had expected when Rey had described it to her the first time. She wandered through it, knowing it couldn't hurt her the same way things in sleep could back home. She could still be hurt, of course. Something magical could well attack her, but it wasn't quite the same.

Spirits didn't run amok here.

It wasn't green here.

Not the same.

Surprisingly easier, actually. She wondered as she let her fingers run over old, rusting metal and coated, frayed wires, if this was how the elves of Arlathan had felt about things.

She couldn't change anything. She'd never been so skilled as to bend dreams to her will instead of the dreamer's. She couldn't even change her own dreams, not that she did much dreaming anyway. Still...

She traveled deeper into the belly of the great beast, seeking out her friend's light. She wasn't meant to interact with anyone in dreams. Marethari had been very clear about that. Watching was fine. Don't get too close. Don't ever get too close.

"This isn't normally where you go," she said once she saw her friend. "Is everything okay?"

Probably not. Probably she was just going to make things worse. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Or always.

st_rangepalette

Lillith stood before a box. It was very large box. With glass in front. She cocked her head, trying to make out the many-colored things inside.

"Kit Kat," she said aloud, only the slightest accent touching the foreign, thrilling word. "Rol-lo." Was it named after Percy? The de Rolo family was noble as her own. How strange would it be to see a thing named Daturai? The thought made her laugh softly.

She glanced to the other box beside it. This had rounded front. When she touched, it felt less hard than glass. And less solid. Less weighty. The bright blue and red swirl was stunning. The color so true. She loved it purely for boldness her sisters would hate.

But what did they do? There were too many packages inside the clear to be only a display. Both had levers that made noises inside when depressed. There were slots but what was meant to go inside? "What does S with bars mean?"

st_reyofsunshine

Qui-Gon and Rey train.

( Combat training. )

st_reyofsunshine

Rey takes the day off. Yasmeen encounters an old friend.

( There's nothing to do today. )

st_ingofthehundred

Since Vex's arrival Kash had lightened up some. At least he thought he had. He'd gratuitously introduced himself to the elf woman, Merrill, and the elf dude with the strange markings, Fenris. He was regularly working with Alex on his leg and trying to help Jane where he could.

This afternoon, he'd offered to take Trinket out for a ramble. Vex probably needed Percy time, right? Or just, the bear was good company. Mutually companionable grunts instead of conversation. Either way, having company while he searched for somewhere that his Send to Zahra might get through was good. And it was probably what made him think of saying sorry.

He and Trinket wandered for a good long time while Kash gathered up wildflowers. Later, when they came back to the hotel, he bound the flowers into four bundles, tied them with string, and wrote notes on little cards he found in the "gift shop" and then delivered them to four separate doors without waiting for the occupants. He wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to see him. And even if he was being civilized, he still didn't want to "chat".

On each of Caroline, Joanna, Rey and River T's doors, a small, pretty bouquet of handpicked wildflowers bore a card that said simply, "Sorry I was such a jerk. - Kashaw."

st_oriedqueen

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

st_ereoscopic

Abby wasn't sure if the semi-regular happenings of arrivals would continue today, especially after Songrun, but just in case she made her way to the cafe. It would be the perfect spot to see the lobby if anyone new didn't make it as far as the cafe seeking answers. It also gave her lots of room to spread her "project" out.

There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.

Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.

st_aff

None of them planned it.

It just happened.

After a week of nothing but Iron Chef: Chicken, Sam had gone to the Copper Cafe to make himself a salad and found Steph already there making waffles. Dean joined them when he couldn’t find Sam in the room and immediately started pouring draft beers. Snow crept down a little later, apparently planning to make mashed potatoes to go with her chicken, and found Steph already peeling them.

With promises of alcohol and no questions, they convinced Snow to stay. And then, to their surprise, she not only helped Steph with the potatoes but overheard Dean bitching about a bakery with no pies and rolled up her sleeves to make one or three. The Chef drifted in a bit later, made fried chicken without talking to any of them and left them to their demented, sad but drunkenly social New Year’s Eve “party”.

By ten they were bored of draft beer and Sam and Steph went and raided the Steak House coolers for champagne—Steph because she wanted it and Sam because it was entirely plausible that an insurance investigator/estate appraiser would know something about what was decent champagne. But when they found a room service cart, they didn’t stop at champagne.

Why should they? They couldn’t go anywhere. They had nothing to do except when Sam and Dean could sneak off to bust the odd ghost or Steph to crawl the odd roof and Snow for a horseback ride. No reason they couldn’t spend the next three days drinking in the Cafe if they wanted.

Which was why when the new guests started arriving in groups of threes and fours, they were still there, drinking, listening to whatever crap music Steph on her phone and ready to share their booze for consolation. There wasn’t any way for people to get out of the lobby without seeing them, either, so they ended up consoling a lot.

Of course, there were four of them and eventually like twenty-six new people, so pretty soon it was less you’re stuck, it sucks, I’m sorry and more have a drink, grab a chair, have some pie. Some stayed in the wood-and-red leather cafe with its copper fittings, and some didn’t.

Whatever they chose, not one could say it wasn’t an interesting New Year’s Day.

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Entries tagged with rey

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[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

[Merrill and Rey] Dreamwalking

[For Rey] Vending machines

Combat Training (Rey and Qui-Gon)

Day Off (Rey and Yasmeen)

[For Caroline, Rey, Joanna, River T.] Special delivery

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