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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 3:44 pm
It had been a relatively slow day at work, since the Maul was so empty that day. People were still suspicious after the whole Insanity attack, plus those men in white coats. Strange things were happening in Halloween, but Gene was still not quite in the know. She really did appear at the most inconvenient of times, didn't she?
Someone finally placed an order, and Gene busied herself in making it. A double chocolate chip eyesed macchiato, with extra cream. Some people were just so complicated...
Suddenly, her eyePhone let off a cute little jingle, alerting her of a Groanspring message. After serving the man his drink, she whipped out the device, smiling at the notification. So. Mot wanted coffee, hm? At least now she's get to meet the elusive cowboil. He was apparently strange on coffee, but Gene kind of thought Hel was just overreacting. Funny, since she never even met the ghoul.
So, Gene began whipping up her current favorite, a Pumpking Spice Battachino with two shots of espresso, while waiting for her guest.customer. It would be fun, right?
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 3:53 pm
Coffee.
Sweet nectar of life.
Mot excitedly trotted his way through the mall. No one could stop him from having his coffee! No one! Sure, he got a little weird if he had too much, but only if he had too much! Just ooone little cup wouldn't hurt ~ Right?
Right.
The tall reaper found the fabled Bloodbucks that his internet friend worked at, stepping in and looking around eagerly. "Hello?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 4:14 pm
Oh! A voice! Gene had just placed her own drink on the pick up counter when Mot walked in, and she pivoted to meet him face to face. She recognized him instantly, thanks to Groanspring's picture. Technology, such a wonderful thing.
"Ah, you must be Mot. What'll it be?" Rather than offering him her work smile, she actually gave him a real smile. New friends were always so exciting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 5:23 pm
Mot grinned widely. It was always a pleasure to see those he met online face to face. "That I am. You're Gene, yes?" He approached the counter, his eyes floating up toward the menu. He knew what he wanted already, but it was nice to scan for new items.
"You said you serve Coffee Eyescream, right?" He inquired curiously, dropping his gaze back to Gene. "I really want to try it." Mot? Eating? Well, it was only eyescream, but ever since meeting Hel, he'd been slowly working up a regular, normal appetite.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 3:43 am
Gene nodded as he ordered, ducking around the counter to where they kept their eyescream. She still remembered the Groanspring conversations about giving Mot caffeine, but hey, Hel gave her the go ahead. She popped back out from under the counter, face changed to look like Mot's.
"Sorry, did you want that in a cone or a bowl?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 10:01 am
Mot scanned the rest of his surroundings as he waited for Gene to come back. Coffee eyescream! Squee! He couldn't wait. Gene's voice brought him back to face the counter, only to be met with his own face. "GYAH!" Mot yelped, stepping back suddenly. Gene's voice was coming from his face!? What happened?! "Who...wha.." Mot shakily pointed toward's the ghoul's face. I shouldn't be hallucinating! I haven't even had any caffiene yet! Besides, that was more something Xiu's tea might do to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 12:46 pm
Gene only chuckled, POOFing herself back to her normal visage. Being a doppelganger was way too much fun, really. She did, however, feel slightly bad about Mot's reaction to the whole thing. Poor boil was nearly out of his skin.
"Ah, sorry about that. I guess not everyone takes well to being copied. Roch certainly didn't." The last sentence was said airly, as her shoulders shrugged in an 'oh well' sort of way. Mot probably had no clue what she was talking about, though.
"Oh, right. Bowl or cone?" Her tone was cheery again, the tub of eyescream now could be seen as she stood up straighter. She had no clue how torturous she could really be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 8:34 pm
Oh snap. That had freaked him out for a second. Well, he knew she was a ghost because of his natural ability, but too bad he didn't have a radar for sub species to save him a scare. "Ahaha! Wow, you sure got me." Mot said with a chuckle, laughing off his earlier startle. "Roch? Really?" Well, the boil was a strange one. He was never sure how he would react. "Oh! Bowl." Mot said with a smirk. "I don't like cones." Such a picky eater. "How long have you worked here? Do you like it?" Mot asked curiously, leaning on the counter with an expectant smile.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:14 am
Gene nodded, scooping the eyescream into one of their paper bowls, before frowning, and putting the paper bowl into a real ceramic bowl. She didn't want it leaking on his clothes, now.
"Yeah. He tried to decapitate me at first, but then he walked me home, so... kinda awkward, really."
She took her drink off the counter, as well as Mot's bowl, and seated herself at one of the little tables set up in the shop. "I've worked here for... two months now. I love it. Then again, I love coffee." She punctuated the last sentence with a sip from her cup. "How long have you been at the school?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 10:12 am
"Woah woah woah... he what?" Mot insisted with a baffled expression. He sighed heavily, scratching his neck and shaking his head. "Jeez Louise, that boil needs a leash." At least he walked her home but... seriously?! "He's a nice guy, but be careful around him. He's been kind of edgy lately."Mot moved to sit with Gene, sitting across from her and pulling his bowl closer. "Here here." Mot concured. Coffee was indeed amazing, after all. He too took a spoonful of his treat to emphasize the point. Oh... oh it was so yummers! "I've been at the school for.." The reaper had to think about it, counting on his fingers before nodding. "Nine Months." He said with a bit of surprise. "Feels like yesterday I was just a Snot here." He grinned to himself, taking another bite of the eyescream.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 12:07 pm
"Eh, I think I might avoid him for a while, really. But yes, here here!" She took a swig of her drink, licking her lips clean of the foam that came with her sugar shackled drinks. Mmm, sugar and caffeine. Best combination in the entire world.
"Wow, that's quite the long while." She took another sip, chewing on her lips as she pondered what she was about to ask. It was loaded, yes, but Jack did she need some answers. She carefully set her coffee down as though there were some sort of pressure activated trap hidden in the table. "So, you must have been here for... all the stuff, then? You know, what they're saying in the newspapers?" She cleared her throat, looking sidelong at one of the shops. "What's... the real story, if I may ask? And does it have to do with the Christmas stuff?" She'd understand if he didn't divulge; it seemed like a very sensitive subject to most.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 12:25 pm
Ah.. quite a serious subject indeed. Mot swallowed his mouthful of eyescream stiffly, scratching his chin with a free hand. "Ah..yes. You mean the last field trip and the latest attacks, yes?" He wasn't terribly comfortable about the subjects, but they needed to be addressed and understood. If he could help spread the word, he was more than able to do so. Information was power. "I'm not sure if the last attack on Amity was related entirely.. but word on the grapevine is students from other schools and other Halloween denizens went missing after the attack. I heard it was Hunters." He lifted his brows and his gaze to Gene. "You've heard of the Hunters, right?" He didn't mind explaining, especially if she knew nothing of the Field Trip. Or perhaps she had been around for the horrible 'bonfire' incident in the woods as well?
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:09 pm
Gene nodded as Mot went on, eyebrows raising sharply as he mentioned other Halloween denizens getting abducted by these people called 'Hunters.' She'd heard the word before; Mort said he'd flipped on off, hence why he had missed the play. But she truly had no context.
"No, I really haven't. Mort mentioned them once, but I don;t really know anything about them." She thought back to the night of the Christmas tree attack, seeing Reaper like figures in white coats running through a portal. "Do they wear white coats, by any chance?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:46 pm
Mot nodded darkly. "They do. So you've seen them?" Mot had a few encounters with them, mostly from the field trip. "Okay.. well.." He pondered a moment, nibbling on some of his eyescream as he thought of the best way to explain the Hunters. "They seem to see us as enemies, but more importantly is their weapons. Each Hunter has a weapon that was once a student in Halloween." He informed gravely. "Apparently they have a machine. You're tossed inside, and it forces you into becoming a tool.""When they enter Halloween, they use false bodies. These bodies look and talk like us, but they aren't. So it isn't always obvious that they are a hunter."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:58 pm
Gene instantly spewed coffee all over Mot's face. Not in that 'ew this is nasty so I'm going to puke' sort of way, but in that 'holy jack and sally are you serious?' sort of way. Then she started making motions with her mouth, no sound coming out. Two reasons for this.
1) Hunters, humans out to kill them, turned Halloween students in to weapons.
2) She just wasted her coffee.
Finally, she flailed around, before going behind the counter for a rag. She was in work panic mode, going at a frenzied pace to clean all the coffee up, while making a new drink at the same time. She also got Mot more eyescream, because she felt bad for spewing coffee on him.
After her frenzy was done, Gene was back at the table like nothing in the world happened after Mot told her all he knew about Hunters.
"You're kidding... right?" Mot's expression stated that no, he was not. "How... do we protect ourselves? How do we know whose a Hunter and whose not?' She looked like she was about to panic again, but that panic turned, instead, into a feeling of loathing.
To think, poor Mort almost got turned into a weapon. He was lucky, it seemed.
She took a careful sip of her coffee this time, cool and calculated. "How do we fight back?"Drifter Jet Enduro Feel free to activate crazy!Mot at any time. <3
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