The Vocaloid Dressing Room

[Part of the park has transformed into a large pumpkin patch and corn maze that's taller than any Big Al, complete with farm harvest type decorations and the occasional spooky one throughout. There is even a scarecrow or two or three that look like crude versions of various characters.]

[For the less adventurous, there is a smaller, easier hay bale maze that only reaches an adult's waist. A large hay bale pyramid to climb is present too.]

[[ ooc: Mingle post! ]]

[The weather is nice today, and Gumi's doing a little cleaning of her apartment above the cafe. Maybe PH!Gumi made a mess when she broke in came over or maybe PF!Gumi is trying to make the place smell like soap just to spite her. The windows to her third floor apartment are wide open, and occasionally a dust cloud puffs through them.]

[Listen closely, and one might hear Gumi singing as she cleans. ... Wait, she can sing?]

[On a street with wide sidewalks and minimal traffic sits a redbrick café on the ground floor of a three story building. It's called the Fifth Street Café regardless of what street it's actually located. There are circular glass and metal tables set outside with matching chairs. Brightly colored umbrellas shade guests on the hottest of days, shield them on the wettest. The area is nicely swept, and the day's special is written on a sign where passersby can see it clearly. Waiters run in and out busily, serving everyone and taking orders, though one young man may be a little fearful of the more forceful occupants of the Dressing Room. ]

[Inside, the tables and chairs are a rich red wood, each with a small vase of flowers placed on the center. Large windows light the space and cast everything in a warm glow. The menu is written in a rainbow of chalks on a blackboard on the wall. Light music is heard all around, instrumental arrangements of some popular songs.]

[One can find an array of delectable treats, coffees, and teas. The smells fill the air, whatever's cooking being the most fragrant at the time. Behind a shined glass counter, the foods lay waiting: from savory croissants and quiches of any flavor to individual servings of cake and pudding. The owners certainly know their customers. Why else would there be flaky croissants filled with carrot or puddings with leek? The coffee is made to order, and the tea pots are loose leaf and enough for more than a few cups. The owners are glad to provide various sugars, creams, lemon, and other additives.]

[Gumi sits in a corner by the window with a cup of coffee and a carrot filled croissant while she plays Solitaire.]

[[OOC: This is a mingle post. If you want Gumi, mention her in the tag. And... guess who felt like doing a really descriptive piece. ^^; They are fun, okay?]]