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Last time, he windows were showing the night sky with the place being filled with drunken yet joyous customers. Today, however, the sky outside was painted yellow to red, sunrise, with no one there; no one to greet them. Apparently, some Robloxian really wanted a drink and decided to force the floor instead of waiting for it. Not seeing anyone, they decided to look around the place for staff. Foolish thing, really, didn't their parent ever tell them to not force service?
10 minutes passed.. then 20. The Regretevator has never stopped for so long before. Folly takes a peek outside the elevator. Behind the bar table, there was a door open, same color and pattern as the walls, clearly never meant to be open by non-staff. She turns to look at Bive; knowing her shes defiantly got a conspiracy cooking up already. As delectable as Bive's fear is, curiosity takes over Folly. She knew from day one that this place was sketchy, she just couldn't put her thoughts on what. Ignoring the mutterings of Bive ("what if.. what if the government found out about me and.. AND THIS IS JUST THEIR WAY OF TESTING THE WATERS. NONONONONONO") she takes a step outside the elevator to explore the bar…
There wasn't anything afoot, the place was just as it was last time, except much noticeably cleaner and without customers. The open door itself, though mostly inconspicuous, had a strange sigil on it, a vertical line with the top sprouting into three and it's lines thin enough to have been almost missed. Nothing else to see, Folly bends forwards and enters the door, then descends down the spiral wood stairs. Each panel creaks as she takes step by step, her hands sliding on the wooden handrails. A strong… sense seems to be trying to push Folly away from the the bottom, but alas, even if she wanted to turn back the room is simply too small for her to want to try.
At the end of the stairs, there was another door, the same sigil on the other door drawn on it. Opening the door, Folly is immediately hit with a familiar scent; Blood. On the floor directly in front of the door is the body of the poor robloxian earlier, a bullet in their head and their torso with a different sigil carved into it. There has never actually been someone who managed to permanently kill a robloxian, and trust me Folly has tried, but they've just kept coming back like pests. She looks up and spots someone. The white wolf sat on the opposite side of the blood stained table, her back turned to the entrance. She wore a top hat and a fancy suit, nothing anyone would want to sully with blood, and, from the perspective behind the elegant lady, some gold arm bands and what seemed to be the chain of a monocle. She doesn't turn to face whoever's at the door, keeping their medium length black hair faced at Folly.
She snarls, her right ear twitching, "Another pest? Can't a lady have a private moment with a man in peace?" The man in question right now is tied up in a chair behind a table facing the entrance, their hands bolted to the table with only seven of ten of their fingers keeping their fingernails.. so far.
"This isn't anything someone like you should be looking at, much less concern yourself with." The wolf lady spoke coldly, "Would you kindly take yourself and this other guest back to the elevator? We aren't open yet."
Minerva was tired of the otherworldly elevator. First, it crashes into her building that she bought and paid for so she has to pay for reparations. While it was nice that the next time the darn elevator came, it didn't break anything in her bar, the residents of the elevator tried to pay in coins that meant nothing in this world. Third, there were some meddlesome… blocky beings who decided to go into her personal space down here, so they had to be removed.
Minerva sighs, at least Jax and Sean seemed to have been ecstatic about the coins, so she let them keep it, s long as they paid for the drinks themselves. She was a gracious boss, after all. Oh and she ought to thank Lizzie next time she sees her. After making the mental note, she turns around to face whatever it is from the elevator. Adjusting her monocle and tilting her head up towards the ginormous beast, she spoke again. "If you're worried about the blocky person, they'll be fine s long as they don't come back to my bar. They're fucking pests and don't stay down permanently."
The beast looked down at the body again, back at Minerva, and decided to just take the body back. The others should deal with her easy; hopefully she's easier to deal with than the blocky ones.