Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Post by Skid-Z on Mar 23, 2012 5:30:22 GMT -5
M7W4D3, Java Julians, open.
Java Julians, a quaint corner café in the heart of Detroit. Inside are plenty of cosy seats, a couple of cushioned benches fitted against wall panels and wooden tables that gain personality through their use. The café is big enough to warrant a second ‘floating’ floor half the size of the room, offering more sitting space. Ambient music flavours the place with an unencumbered and relaxed mood, and the staff is servicing drinks and late breakfast to customers. There’s a newspaper stack of which some have found their way to the tables through browsing customers and the place offers free wi-fi connection.
The sun shines brightly today, which bumps up the amount of people in the street. It’s nearing lunch hour, and the café staff is making sure everything is neat and orderly. One of them is Samuel Riziello, today on duty as server. He is currently making a round on the floor, gathering and ordering the magazines and papers, cleaning spills and putting chairs back to their place when the customer has left.
After having completed his clean-up round, Samuel swaps the wet cloth for a portable ordering machine, adjusts his apron and badge then approaches a table, his smile genuine and friendly. When he speaks, his voice has a clear Italian accent, yet sounds unmistakably like Skid-Z*; “Buon Giorno, welcome to Java Julians, we are serving the Café Macchiato with chocolate lava cake at a promotional discount today. May I take your order…?”
* Without physical or personality traits that mark him as 'Skid-Z' it would be increasingly hard for the players who want to find a bot who doesn't know that he is one. Though players can just use the cafe as a setting and have Samuel deliver coffee and whatnot. It's month 7, so people could've been here before if they wanted, perhaps already knowing Samuel in that case.
Buon Giorno: 'good morning'.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Mar 25, 2012 11:56:01 GMT -5
Summer basks in the sunshine coming in through the windows, aware of how the light plays on her hair and skin. And there is a great deal of skin to be caressed by the sun; her clothes are just this side of indecent.
By contrast, the man across from her is dressed in slacks and a long-sleeved, button-up shirt. This is more dressed up than Hunter ever was in his life before the Transformers; it feels strange. But it's also cooler than anything else he could be wearing that would cover up his ports.
"Italian cream soda," he says, glancing at Samuel. "Raspberry. And a lemonade for me."
"Something decadent to eat," Summer adds.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Mar 25, 2012 17:56:08 GMT -5
“One Raspberry Italian cream soda for the lady, one lemonade for the gentleman” Samuel builds the order on the ordering machine, pausing to think about Summer's order for 'decadent food'. He answers, “As you wish, let's see, our house specialties are the oven-baked quiche which is filled with bacon, mushrooms, basil and has sun-dried tomatoes on top, the pasta salad which consists of farfalle or bow-tie pasta, mixed lettuce combined with fetticus, home-made feta cheese, olives and fresh-cut tomatoes and lastly we have venison carpachio to offer.” He then adds: “Of course, we also have sweets such as a summer fruits salad treated with a honey dressing, a dark chocolate, white chocolate and hazelnut mousse combination or Mama Mabel's pancake roll with sliced banana, strawberries, raisins and chocolate sauce, if you prefer.”
Ah, but perhaps they won't like any of that? "Of course, if you'd like to look at the menu, I will bring them over right away." He adds. Ah, but she didn't ask him for the menu at first, and those were always his most favorite type of customer.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Mar 27, 2012 19:40:51 GMT -5
Summer perks up at the mention of venison. Ideas spiral open like a kaleidoscope between her and Hunter; someone hunted the deer, this is special.
"The venison," she says, leaning forward. "Is it large enough to share? Or does Hunter need to get his own."
"You're assuming I'll eat any- what am I saying, of course I will." The odd thing is, his tone of voice makes it sound like he changed his mind mid-thought rather than that he had been teasing Summer.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Mar 29, 2012 10:23:07 GMT -5
Summer’s shift in position at the mention of venison is noticed, and appreciated! The sudden change in Hunter’s wishes throws Samuel a bit off track, but that is only because of it being a decision whether to eat or not to eat anything and the phrasing is a bit funny. People change their minds more often on what to eat. Still, he resolves himself quickly and doesn't seem to think to much about it. He answers Summer’s question with a friendly inclination of his head. “I’m afraid that it is, as they say, a one person serving, ma’am.”
Then, Samuel tries, a bit carefully, “So… I understand that you would like to order two portions of Venison Carpaccio? Or did I understand incorrectly?”
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Post by Sunstreaker on Mar 29, 2012 13:04:55 GMT -5
"Yes, two orders," Summer says decisively.
Hunter shrugs a bit uncomfortably. "It sounds good?"
He has no idea what a carpaccio is. Summer, of course, doesn't care. It's an out-of-the-ordinary fuel, that's all she needs to know.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Apr 2, 2012 14:50:37 GMT -5
Quite fortunately, ordering food of which you don't know what it is is only leads to roast dog in Asian countries. Western countries not so much. Would Summer order roast dog if it was special? And would Hunter stop that from happening?
Samuel smiles happily and nods, "Yes, my lady, two portions of venison carpaccio, along with the cream soda and lemonade." He transfers the order, "Won't be long, sir, ma'am."
If you like, there could be a small fast forward after/during your turn seeing as how there are no other players in rotation.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Apr 3, 2012 17:10:26 GMT -5
Well, Hunter certainly wouldn't eat roast dog. But Summer doesn't give a rat's hind leg about what kind of animal meat she's eating when she's around Hunter. She's Sunstreaker then, and he's got no more attachment to dogs than he does to fish or cows.
"Thank you," Hunter says.
Summer doesn't bother. She just tilts her head to stare out the window, watching people walk by on the sidewalk. Something catches her eye to draw a sneer and a mutter of "fashion, ugh".
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Apr 7, 2012 13:15:12 GMT -5
After a while, Samuel returns carrying a serving platter. On it are two rectangle-shaped plates, cutlery and Summer's and Hunter's drinks. Samuel carefully places the Italian cream soda over at Summer's side, and a glass filled with a few ice cubes at Hunter's side of the table. The server pours the lemonade until the glass is half full then places the bottle next to it. Next he lays down the cutlery, which are already folded into their napkins. The plates are placed last, and on them are several thin slices of venison, arranged into an overlapping row. There is a transparant oily sauce sprinkled on top of the meat and on that is enough salad for company, but not enough to make this dish a salad. Lastly, there are two crispy one-bite skewers on each dish. Samuel politely explains, with enthusiasm, "The venison carpaccio as ordered; sliced venison adorned with cress salad and dressed with shallot and hazelnut vinaigrette, with two fried venison lollipops on top." He checks that everything is there, then makes his little waiter-bow again, "If everything is to your liking then I wish you Buon Appetito: enjoy your lunch!" Summer and Hunter will be left to enjoy their orders if they don't have any more orders to place! In front of them is this dish, to be precise.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Apr 11, 2012 18:09:52 GMT -5
Summer smiles at the artful arrangement of the food. Lovely! She does so prefer it when people make noticing her own beauty easier by putting beautiful things around her. Sure, a lady can still be beautiful when she's grubby and exhausted from a long day shooting Decepticons, but it's easier when she's around beauty herself.
She could use easy right now. "Since we still don't know what the frag is going on and all."
Hunter nods. "I'm pretty sure there's no-" Machination- "conspiracy here. But the way things are twisted in your head-" He waves his fork illustratively. "Well, I've got two birth certificates and you've got one, so I don't know what's real or isn't."
Summer growls, a low stream of irritated grumbling running through both of their heads. She doesn't like this, not at all. She's- trapped. rotting. fragile-
-taking being human a lot better than I'd thought, an undercurrent drifts from Hunter's mind.
Hunter knows it's the wrong thing as soon as Summer senses it. Blue eyes widen, meet, and suddenly Summer starts to look green around the gills.
"I'm not-!" She is. She's a loathsome little human, and she's sitting here thinking about how pretty she is, she's eating this vile fuel, she talks to humans every day, touches them, lets them touch her-!
Her fork clatters to the table, and Sunstreaker bolts from her chair for the bathroom.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Apr 13, 2012 16:06:42 GMT -5
Several of the patrons and the serving staff look up at the strawberry blonde's sudden outburst and the dash towards the bathroom. Some customers send a few judging and accusing glances towards Hunter because whatever he did, that's no way to treat a girl!
Samuel in the mean time shifts shocked and nervous glances from the bathroom entrance to the table and back again. Did she bolt in disgust? That was disgust, wasn't it? Was... oh dear. Figuratively holding his breath, he approaches the table, weary of any sign that tells him not to. "Uhm... did we fail to serve... er... properly, sir?" Samuel doesn't remember having ever faced situations like this before. He's quite careful and tries to find the right words.
They're not easy to find.
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Post by Sunstreaker on Apr 20, 2012 13:34:05 GMT -5
Hunter has his head in his hands when Samuel approaches the table. He's trying to shut the bond down as much as possible - he does not need Sunstreaker's loathing for his species reflected into him, kthx.
He lifts his head when Samuel speaks, expression purely miserable. "-No. Nothing's wrong with the food." A pause. "Could you box it up? I don't think- she isn't going to want to eat for a while."
Meanwhile, Summer is retching into a toilet. At this point, there's not anything solid in her left to come up, but she hates the feeling of these internals, the taste of everything-
And her stupid leaking eyes!
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Apr 22, 2012 8:16:18 GMT -5
Samuel straightens and nods, "Yes sir, as you wish". Oh dear... He feels really bad for these two; They seem to be in such a troubled situation. Still, keeping up neutrality is the only thing he can do.
He takes the plate(s) and says softly, "I'll be back in a moment, sir".
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Post by Sunstreaker on May 8, 2012 15:57:38 GMT -5
OOC: Apologies for taking so long.
Hunter waits for the boxes, fingers tangled in his hair. He tries to think of anything to help Sunstreaker, but opening up the bond even a little just overwhelms. So he sits and he waits.
Summer washes her hands, rinses the taste out of her mouth, and nearly starts retching again when she sees herself in the mirror. Human! Filthy, wretched little creature-!
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on May 9, 2012 14:22:19 GMT -5
OOC: No problem!
After a moment, Samuel returns to the table with two boxes containing the wrapped meals. He still looks a bit pale in the face and concerned, especially since woah, sudden! And the weather's even nice and all. (Sometimes, Samuel totally wonders if he's too caring for strangers and their problems.)
In the mean time! A young black-haired Asian employee of the cafe enters the ladies bathroom to start her cleaning round under the guidance of sing-song humming. The hums of her merry little tune die down quickly when she notices the blonde. "Oh! Oh my.... miss, are you alright?" she scrambles to procure a tissue and offers it to the distraught woman...
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