Never A Cloudy Day
Here Since ~ 1922
The labyrinth of New York was traversed with café shops anchoring the city in the creation of desserts and sweets. However this almost absence institute brought something different. The perimeter of the busy streets were perfumed with the aroma of their services. Serving the city their caffeine with the luminous smiles of success against the thirsty desolate streets. The taste of their efforts brought life back regardless of their hectic verdicts. Something can never be too sweet. Pouring down prestigious spices into stoical tongues of the dry world, bringing it a gravity the served have never felt before. The flavor of the coffee shops jubilant spirits would lift the spirits of the victims that have thirst for help for so long.
A secret hideout and home to the members of TPS. A lively household of undercover heroes with the strangest and highest qualified personalities. Working as a team they served the sweet toothed civilians providing the best that the TPS could enrich the mouths with. Dealing with odd jobs, no cat will be stuck on a tree on their mighty watch. Most importantly of all defending the streets against the evils that dare dip their corrupt crimes in the taste of the coffee shops recipes. Recipes so dear to them, the main ingredient that helped them cleanse the world of its plagues. The ingredient of true friendship that only TPS can give. Even though they were just a pack of idiots playing house, even they were enough to make the world a better place.
Entering the dance floor: Team roster
- Drake - As Delivery Guy
- LordVassal - As Waiter
- ThisIsGonnaHurt - As Manager
- Exodus < Rip - Ex-Cook (Now hiring)
- Shot - As Cashier
- Neon The Leon - As Guy spinning the sign
- Tophat - As Dishwasher
They would dance together in bad and good times. With dumbfounded brawn that their empire was build off, the citizens would join in on their parade of TPS. The dense weight of their vocalized bravery sang out and would ooze the dancing joints with their presence. The lights of their spirits were like stars that stole the night away. Holding their hands with their hearts. They showed that their love was here to stay. Serving you coffee and...the other stuff. All you have to do to obtain their secret service was to say the secret word. “P_____”
>Queue music.
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Who are they?
“WE A TEAM OF COURSE!” Shot laughed out loud walking towards you. “Comrades, friends! We are family! Serving the good people of the world!” Dancing to the music as he talked to you, It was a groovy time. Energized by their moods (possibly by all the caffeine) and jazz. Shoulders bouncing to the beat. “So dense the capes of this era, nobody happy to be together, So we change that! Together we combine our muscle spirits!” He began to point towards his team members one by one. “Drake over there! The one that quits a lot, HE JUST NEED SOME moootivaation! Then! He swing his sword like no other! Like breezing winds, he makes things quick and easy!” His hands engulfed the back of your head with power and turned your view to the next dancing member in the crowd “OO, Ova there! Exodus! Our ninja violent friend! He’s a ghost now! WE NEED A REPLACEMENT CHEF, HAHAHA!...cuz you know..he’s dead.”
“There are many more, but you see! We are heroes! We are artist!” He went back to the dance floor to join the crowd. As you can see, they are just more than a team. They were a pack of idiots. A family.
What is this place?
Shot: “A darn good coffee shop! You want som?” He leans in to whisper in your ear “IT’S ACTUALLY THE TPS HEADQUARTERS, WE BUNK UPSTAIRS” Bringing over a tray from the counter he places the coffee and dessert you ordered just the way you like it, with a smile. "Enjoy!" The coffee shop was their home. Actually a place where they can make money, the rent is cheap plus nothing else they can handle until they get a hero job. It was no Avalon or Peak industries but it always felt like home to them.
Tophat: "This place is the best I don't use it for a cover and love everyone I work with. And no I did not steal anything from here anywhere else in town. I was here doing my great job. Ignore the pissed off rabbit beneath my hat my words are totally legit"
Drake: "This place, you say? This place is weird, I can't very much define it. I mean, sometimes it's a house of lazy idiots that can never come to an understanding, other times it's a prized café... But, mostly, this place is one of good laughs and friends. If I had to answer that question, I'd say this place is a dream you don't want to wake up from."
Leon: "I dunno, I just got here. It pays the bills, I guess. Just don't go in the family restroom. Ever"?
How do I join?
“You mus undergo test created by the founding members of the TPS. Testing your might and endurance! Super hard test! Only the best of the best will COME THROUGH ALIVE!” Shot then again leans in to whisper to your ear "It's actually pretty easy, we only say that to scare away people.."
Menu
"Feral We Are Sorry Nova Cookies" - $0.99
"Freshly Baked Whole Wheat Wheatley Muffins" - $1.50
Customer Reviews: 4/5 Stars
"What a wonderful place, Employees are nice people. They were oddly suspicious though, not your regular looking folk."
"The waiter handed me a broken plate and smashed muffin...I told him I wanted a refund, but then he gave me a cold look. Was really scary, never coming again."
"The cashier is soo f--ing loud, Why does he keep screaming? Is he deaf?"
"I ordered for delivery...It never came, it was like the guy quit or something."
OoC:
- Adding more, just putting it up before I go to bed.
- Lol can't believe you guys made me do this.
- Open location in NYC
- No mass destruction without permission
- Only the members know what TPS means :D
- Can't make links yet cause CV is dumb with new accounts.
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