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Post by Row on Apr 15, 2018 1:10:55 GMT 1
Emerl walks into the dinner. She had just arrived to the town after she caught wind that something strange was going on. Reports say that a lot of magical phenomena had been going around but she knew magic did not exist. At least not in the sense of being some explainable power or force. Everything was could be explained or found if one looked hard enough and that was her job. However, she had no leads. Nothing stuck out of place nor could she fine any reliable sources. With nothing else to do, she decided to stop by this dinner, order some food and who knows. Maybe she would over hear something interesting.
She sat down at the counter, she wore a tan vest with pockets on her chest. Under that was a brown tee shirt and resting on her back was a tan safari hat. It made her stand out of place but it stopped her from getting a sun burn. She was not new to the game this game with the sun. She wore matching shorts and brown hiking boots. Her family were explorers so such attire was typical. And they had really nice insults so her feet would never hurt. On her head, she wore a band to keep her antennae inside of her hair and out of site. Last thing she needed was people to call her a freak... or a cos-playing weab. Especially with her safari get up.
As the waiter dropped off her sweat tea and water, she waited.
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Post by Zonkes on Apr 15, 2018 7:58:05 GMT 1
Richard had slept in a little late. As he rushed to get his clothes on, Loki shrieked in his head. "Six years, Richard!"The voice of the god sounded like his vocal chords had been completely made raw. Probably due to snake venom running down his cheeks and into his mouth. "Six years and we haven't been late once! Not once!"The god roared. He was right of course. Over the last six years, Richard had built his entire career around punctuality and politeness. "Don't worry, Loki." Richard said putting on his coat.
Worry? For what reason would I possibly worry? Perhaps it's because we're lying to the second most powerful goddess in the entire city? Or maybe it's the fact that you can't keep your sleeping schedule straight?!" Richard sighed and opened his car door.
"First of all, going out for drinks and meeting contacts was your idea." Richard said backing out of the lot for Ambrosia Apartments. "Secondly, we're only five minutes late. Honestly, what's the worst that could happen?"
"You're late, Richard." Donna said. She was a woman of Navajo decent, and still pretty for her age of 81 years old. Donna had straight white hair, dark semi-wrinkled skin, and dark brown eyes that radiated intelligence. "Sorry, Donna! I had a rough night!" Richard said throwing off his coat, and grabbing his apron. "I'll have to dock your pay for that. Gary left you the redhead at table four." Richard looked and sighed. Of course Gary would leave despite their being a customer there. This wasn't going to reflect well on Richard, and Loki told him as such.
Richard walked over with a menu and a basket of rolls and smiled. "Welcome to Grandma Donnas! Sorry for the wait, here's a basket of rolls on the house for the wait!"
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Post by beepsamoosa on Apr 15, 2018 9:29:20 GMT 1
Cassie didn't always really enjoy staying in the house and putting the pieces together. Sometimes, the smell of the slow death of her parent, and the scattered paper and bandages and medicine and the quiet just... Left her going, genuinely, truly crazy. Slipping away from the watchful eye of her sister while she was particularly distracted by her father, she dipped out and made her way to the Diner, book bag full of self gathered evidence, torn from books and taken in discreet. She's created quite the mirage for herself, really. Her findings would put a private investigator to shame-- if it interests her, there's a good chance she's got some little acorn about it in her piles and piles of evidence somewhere. As she entered the diner, she hunched over, made a bee-line for her regular spot:
A booth in the corner, with her headphones plugged in. Quickly, she'd get to work, pulling out her papers and spreading them out, pulling the cap off of her pen with her teeth, head bobbing up and down to what is probably really aggressive music.
Immediately, however, today-- her eyes seemed to be zoned in on the new person. New people around here nowadays always were connected to her truths. They were never just a new normal family, they also happened to be, the Addams Family, or something, or an entire pantheon of gods. She couldn't trust new people. They could be the straw that breaks what must be this very overloaded camels back. She refuses to believe the world was balanced to handle weird shit like this at such a high level, one day-- something bad was going to happen, something catastrophic. She knew it. And she couldn't let people go unwarned about this. Even if she didn't finish her Harvard education, she was a journalist at heart, and she knew it. She watches keenly as Richard comes in late, those cold and dreadful eyes of hers keen and prying as he goes over towards the new girl.
She needs him to spill the, tea, if you will, on this. ASAP. She supposes, if all else fails, she could try talking to the new woman herself, but she's learned that talking to strangers about any of this can set off a bad impression.
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Post by Row on Apr 15, 2018 19:06:57 GMT 1
Emerl waited patiently for something to peak her interest but all she got was the waiter returning with free bread and welcoming her in. She did not pay any mind to it until she realized that this was a different waiter. She grabbed her tea and sipped through the straw as she turned to him. Looking him up and down, he did not look like some unknown creature worth hunting or even studying. This was boring. She continuing sipping on her tea, unsure what to say. There were so many questions.
Why are you greeting me now? Where is the other waiter? Where are your magical unknown stuff? But she decided to go with the classic.
"I thought Americans normally gave out free bread?"
She stared at him almost glaring. Clearly he did something wrong, or he was trying to hit on her. Okay maybe not the last one but something was up and now she had to know. She was a seeker of the unknown. Her glass was empty now and the ice rattled as she pointlessly sipped from the straw. Hopefully he would say something by accident.
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