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| 10 Nov 2015 06:57 PM |
"Pourquoi bonjour mes clients. Voici un jeu de rôle sur la marche dans un café français et d'être un client. Il pourrait éventuellement développer dans quelque chose d'autre. Utiliser tous les caractères que vous pouvez imaginer."
(Why hello my customers. Here is a role play about walking into a French Cafe and being a customer. It could eventually expand into something else. Use whatever characters you can imagine.)
As you walk into the café, a smell of coffee, fresh baked bread, and a banana cremé pie impregnates your nostrils and releases a sense of euphoria. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:03 PM |
i enter the cafe. "je ne parle pas francais" i say.
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:11 PM |
(I immediately knew that meant 'I don't speak French'.)
A woman in a white dress with a blue bib and cap walks over to you with a small yellow-paged notepad. She asks you for your order. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:14 PM |
"c-can i have a cappuccino?" i ask in english, nervous because i dont know if she will understand and i am unable to say the sentence in french. i do not know the french word for cappuccino.
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:15 PM |
| I open the door and sidle up to the counter. My eyes, green, are red and irritated around the edges. I stare at the cashier as if looking through them, and say "Un croque-monsieur et du vin, si'l vous plait." |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:30 PM |
[Hygenist] The man at the cashier is wearing a black and white striped shirt with a blue cap and a silver and gold button in the middle of the cap. He asks for a five euros and a 50c euro coin.
[Pick] She hands you a cappuccino and asks for a dime-bag of bird seeds. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:31 PM |
Kicks down the door and comes in with a Shotgun. "THIS IS A STICK-UP!"
You'll be leavin' with a fat lip. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:40 PM |
| I hand him a six-euro coin, and when he gives me the change I put it in the tip tray. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:44 PM |
"y-yeah, heres the seeds," i say, poking around in my pocket and pulling out a whole handful of high quality millet seeds. i put them in her hand, and stumble to some other chair, a tall chair, trying not to spill the cappuccino all over myself or on the floor. i just want to drink in piece
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:45 PM |
"Kicks down the door and comes in with a Shotgun. "THIS IS A STICK-UP!"" do u think ur funny |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:45 PM |
| The cashier takes out a Lefauchex M1858 revolver and shoots you in the shoulder. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:49 PM |
| I rip off my coat, revealing a BAB "ALLAH SNACKBAR!" I YELL, BLOWING UP THE CAFE |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:54 PM |
The café was protected by an anti-terrorist force field known as the FAT, patent pending by Boeing.
[Hygenist] He thanks you for the tip and the delivers to you your sandwiches and wine.
[Pick] You sit on the tallest chair, overlooking a quaint flowerbed complete with poppies, roses, and violets. A couple strolls by as a car drives along the road. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 07:58 PM |
| The FAT is deactivated, too, and another BAB goes off |
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| 10 Nov 2015 08:07 PM |
| The FAT can't possibly deactivated, as it's controlled at Le Centre de contrôle Café, located on the moon of Neptune, Triton. |
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| 10 Nov 2015 08:09 PM |
| Well BABs can detect stuff far away too! |
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| 10 Nov 2015 08:10 PM |
I walk through the shattered door and to the counter.
"je ne parle pas francais." |
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| 11 Nov 2015 06:48 AM |
I would walk in the cafe, looking around. She would go up to the counter, waiting for the lady to come over.
After about a minute, she came over, asking for my order in French. "Salut madame, je voudrais votre meilleur Pumpkin Spice Mocha." she would say to her, while looking in her purse for some cash.
"Quatre euros, madame." she would say, as I took out my four euros. I would hand the four euros to her, and took the mocha over to a table viewing the Eiffel Tower.
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, but wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad. |
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