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Dr. H. Griffin

Dr. H. Griffin

@DrHGriffin 2 years ago

((I'll be role-playing the waiters and cooks. This is basically the entire Society having a restaurant trip, to a cramped place called The Quenched Thirst, a quaint little restaurant situated in an equally cramped alley. Everyone's divided in different tables, based on professions: Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Geography. For professions that have a mix of both, they can choose the table which they associate most with. For the menu, the restaurant provides anything, and I mean literally anything.))

Griffin had no idea as to why he was going to the dinner, he honestly hated social gatherings; but he hadn't eaten a square meal for a while, and so a free dinner was a good prospect. Griffin walked along the London streets, unfolding his umbrella among the torrential rain, keeping an eye on the note he received that morning, and the same one that many other rogue scientists received:

Dr. Hawley George Griffin, you have been cordially invited to attend a new Society dinner compulsory for all members. The venue is The Quenched Thirst restaurant in Broker Street.

Attend at 6:45 sharp. You are stationed on either the Biology or Chemistry table, as to which one we leave at your discretion. Dinner wear is essential.

Griffin had been walking for over half an hour (he couldn't afford a cab), and had reached Broker Street at 6:30. Realising he was early, Griffin stood outside The Quenched Thirst, waiting for any other members of the Society. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Griffin noticed a waiter opening the door. An uptight and smart sort of person, the waiter stuck his thin head out, seeing Griffin (shabbily dressed in a brown dinner jacket).

"Are you one of the Society members?" the waiter asked, in a very posh Londoner accent. Griffin nodded, replying with his name. "Very well, Mr. Griffin, if you would come in?"

Griffin entered, handing his soaked umbrella to the waiter who quickly put in a small bucket near the door. The Quenched Thirst was a small establishment, no bigger than a typical café, but fashioned to look like a very eloquent restaurant. Gas-lamps lining the dark-brown wooden walls, round tables made from mahogany with candles and expensive silverware cutlery. The room was filled with tables, the only gaps were too narrow to fit through properly; so as Griffin was led by the waiter to the Chemistry table (which he specified), he had to firmly push the chairs in as he went.

"Now, Mr. Griffin, as we wait for the rest of your Society, would you care for a starter or an aperitif?" the waiter swiftly remarked.

"Oh, er..." Griffin replied as he fumbled with the wine menu. He despised wine, it was too sweet or sour. "I'll just have green olives to start."

"Very well, Mr. Griffin." the waiter responded, side-stepping through the tables. Griffin served himself a small water, and waited for the rest of the Society to pile in.

((ENTER! Also, try and use all your characters, if possible!))

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