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 Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 11:53 pm
"I'm glad you didn't. Falling is bad enough but being stepped on would just make it worse." Jessie smiled at Xander trying to make it seem like a joke even if it didn't make it across that way. "Oh so you work at the hospital? That would explain the questions. I need to set up an appointment with my doctor to make sure I haven't hit my head to hard, I just haven't had a chance to yet. Jessie really didn't want the doctor to determine something worse then just a concision or maybe sleepwalking, something like insanity or a brain tumor. Heath records weren't provided when she was given up for adoption so she might be genetically inclined to insanity... there were few other explanations to thinking she was attacked by a swarm of bunnies, being saved by two magical beings, and turning into one herself. She just hoped she hit her head or something.
She stood there awkwardly for a moment before her growling tummy reminded her that some real food would be a good idea, what with her box of to go pie lost to the sea of people within the dinner. When she spotted a freshly vacated booth not too far from what seemed to be a reunion of sorts (Lilly and Chris). "There is a table over there. Please sit and eat with me, or at least let me get you a slice of pie. After all you did help me up." She offered as she made her way through the crowd. Jessie was not expecting something to crunch and give under her foot. Nor was she expecting for it to move sending her off balance and heading straight for the floor again. The pie was out to get her!
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:51 am
Another voice had Peter tensing. A girl had approached him, one that seemed somewhat familiar, even if he didn't think he'd ever really spoken to her in-depth. Perhaps they went to the same school. Regardless of who she was, Peter gave her a stiff glance, before staring back at his tablet screen. "No, actually I'm quite intelligent for my age," he mumbled to himself, remembering why he hated hanging out with other children, other than the fact that they didn't seem to like him that much, anyway. "And definitely not as crude mouthed," he added, swiping his fingers down the screen to scroll.
He was not stupid, and he didn't appreciate being called one. Cats shouldn't eat things like bread and mayonnaise (heck, humans had to watch their intake as well!), but what he thought was common knowledge apparently wasn't that common. Or perhaps it as just the company involved that made it not common. Either way, he was starting to regret wandering away from the less-than-watchful eye of the brother he really didn't like, but who would at least not call him names.
"Whatever," he shrugged at both Ridley and Phina, "I was just trying to look out of the cat's health. Of course turkey is fine, but that's a waste of a whole sandwich, which is why I said anything. You don't have to treat me like I'm five and don't know what I'm talking about. And of course you can't use Google for everything. That would be stupid. But you can cross reference the information you find, and honestly, I would prefer what Google tells me over people." Even if there was a disappointing lack of information on things that were really important like youma and the Negaverse.
He sniffed defiantly, carefully zipping up his backpack as he juggled the tablet on his forearms in preparation of making his leave. He'd just left school and all the children there. He didn't feel like being picked on by kids even out of the classroom, thanks.
Chris glanced up at Lily's hair only at the mention of it, realizing that was why he hadn't recognized her right away. "Oh wow, no! It looks great! There's nothing wrong with a new haircut!" says the guy who insists on keeping the shaggy hair that could very well be straight from the 70s, but refuses to acknowledge that fact. "If you like it, then you should keep it," he grinned, his smile growing wider as Zia made her way past. He lifted a hand to wave, but didn't want to distract her.
He hesitated when she offered him a seat, smiling sympathetically at the girl he did not know, but too was distracted by the upcoming wedding. If they wanted to call it that. Of course, when she said she hadn't received anything, his smile faltered. "You haven't? Ah... my mom is taking care of invitations and things... She might not have sent it to the right address... Well, s**t..." he grumbled, frowning in concern. "I hope you won't be busy in two weeks, on the twenty-ninth," he smiled sheepishly. "I know it's the weekend before Easter, but it was the longest we could wait. We should have eloped, really! Planning has been such a nightmare... Even if my mom and grandmother and Paris's mom are taking care of everything," he rambled, unable to contain his excitement and nervousness of the whole event. "There won't be anything fancy for the actual wedding since we're just going to the courthouse to sign the papers, but the reception should be nice. And don't worry about gifts or anything," he added in a rush, not wanting her to think he only wanted to get things from this. "We'd rather everyone just take the money they'd spend on us and give it to a charity of their choice. We really don't need anything, anyway."
And now that he was satisfied with telling her everything he thought was immediately important, he reached his hand across the table to the girl, Orah he'd been so rudely ignoring. "Sorry about that. Chris," he introduced, offering his hand for her to take, "And this is my brother, Peter-- Peter??" he sputtered, just now realizing he'd wandered off. But a quick glance around spotted him on his iPad near another table and some girl he must have known from school. Somewhat mollified, he nodded towards the kid who looked like a tiny version of himself, doing his best to refrain from rolling his eyes. "My brother, Peter."
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:11 pm
Seraphina being a grown woman felt instantly shamefaced at making a child feel bad. He was right of course that cats couldn't have bread, but she'd never really seen a cat that was too bothered by mayonnaise and the cat ********* seemed to be hungry from the way she was making a fuss.
"That's true, but I wouldn't worry to much about it. I've not seen many cats eat things they can't eat and I'm sure I can toss the bread and lettuce and stuff to some birds and squirrel in the park. No big deal, unless they can't have those things either. I wouldn't know. I've owned a cat, but certainly not a bird or a squirrel." she said in an attempt to mollify him, and giving Ridley a look as if to say please don't make it worse. Phina could barely handle kids, but she didn't like the idea of trying to deal with a kid with hurt feelings.
Eliza was headed back for Phina's table, the tiny waittress laden with a large tray that held the food for Phina and *********. She blinked, "oh," she said seeing that the woman's table had gained two extra's. Though she noticed that had happened all over the diner and she would have to revisit several tables.
"Welcome to 17 Waverly," she said to Peter and Ridley, "Today we are celebrating Pi day, first five digits gets you a free slice. Would you two like to give it a try?"
She said this as she placed Phina's food before her and placed ********* turkey sandwich and pie on the floor for her to enjoy. She put her tray to the side and grabbed her pen and pad so she could take there order for pie and whatever else they might want.
Phina just sort of shrugged and waited for the two kids to spout of pi, much like the rest of the people the flooded the diner. She was betting her money that the boy, would be spout it out no problem.
Xander nodded at the statement Jessie made, he certainly did want to make the girl's day worse by possible stepping on her. He nodded, "yes I work in emergency pediatrics, dealing all stops of bumps, bruises and everything else with kids. If you think you think you hit your head harder than though, you should definitely get it checked out."
He smiled at her growling stomach trying not to smirk and nodded when she asked him to sit and eat with her finding no problems with it. He followed Jessie over to the table, briefly lifting a hand to wave at his sister who seemed to chatting excitedly about something, but waved back anyway.
He almost, but only almost missed Jessie take yet another trip. His hands shot out grabbing Jessie and righting her before he even had the chance to think about it. He gave a nervous laugh, thinking that his training seemed to be paying off in a least one way. "You okay there," he said his hand resting on the small of her back and guiding her the rest of the way to the table.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:29 pm
All of her fuss seemed to get her the reward she was looking for. The server (Eliza) returned with both the pie and the sandwich, and both were at her level.
Her immediate instincts were to dig into the turkey sandwich as normal, however, after vaguely hearing the plans from her momentary benefactor (Phina), her plans had to change slightly. Birds and squirrels were not going to have any piece of her meal.
And they wouldn't if she managed to play this right.
Very distinctly, she wandered up to the pie. As she stopped in place, she let out a pleased mewing as her feline-version of "Thank you" before she gracelessly shoved her face into the pie. She managed to get a mouthful or two inhaled before she then romped over to her turkey sandwich.
She had much chocolate mousse smeared across her face, and now said smear was soon flattened against the bread of the sandwich. She might have been a feline, but she enjoyed the less meaty-parts of the sandwich too! She got a large mouthful of the bread and lettuce in her first bite, then a chunk of turkey mixed with the bread and lettuce in the second one.
There!
She had claimed both items of food. Quite content with herself, she let out a pleased meowing sound as she then resumed the consumption of the sandwich.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:52 pm
Peter's intellectual claim was met with an eye roll and a small huff. Under normal circumstances, maybe she would have thought it was awesome for someone to boast such a claim; but with his lack of knowledge about cats and his attitude to begin with, well... she wasn't jumping on it. "Whatever, cats can eat all sorts of things and be fine. Mine eats goldfish crackers."
"And Google is still people, just them writing stuff," Ridley told him in a confused tone. She might not be the smartest person ever, but at least she knew not to believe everything on the internet. How it was different from talking to people, she had no clue. But, then again maybe it was because she actually liked conversing with the human race face to face.
Which is why she turned to Phina with the brightest of smiles. Especially when she realized she wouldn't have to lie or think of something clever about her relation to *********, because really the small girl was seriously incapable of such feats. "Yeah, I know her," she nodded, "her name is ********* and she comes by my house sometimes." Because it was totally true and all.
She smiled, turning her eyes to the feline in question. Then noticed the pie, then noticed how much was gone already. "She really likes sweets, like cake and stuff." And right then and there, proving to stupid Peter that cats could totally eat all of a sandwich. Ridley held a smug grin of sorts, reaching over and scratching the Guardian cat behind an ear.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 11:07 pm
"How could you not tell me about a Pi Day event?"
"Tara, you don't even like pie. Unless it's pizza, and I don't think that's what they-"
"That's not the point! Pi Day is sacred, and has to be celebrated with pie. And besides, I like some pie."
"I told you we'd order a pizza la-"
"That's not the point, and you know it. Come on already, or I'll just have pie without you."
17 Waverly was packed, but Tara wasn't about to let a little thing like a crowd keep her from pie. Even if this little thing was kind of large. She looked around as she moved inside, trying to avoid the hustle and bustle while still scoping the place out. While it was true that her main motive was to get pie and geek out, she also had a hidden agenda. This was apparently the place her brother came to get dinner when he worked late, and she wanted to know more about it.
"Man, this is nuts," Kent commented, leaning back to avoid a speeding server. "Noah should be thrilled with the turnout. Maybe we should go-" His suggestion was met with a glare from Tara, and he sighed. So much for keeping this place to himself. Not that he minded sharing with his sister anymore, now that they were both (technically) adults, but it was nice to keep a few secrets. Then again, if she shared more of her secrets, he wouldn't care about little things like favorite diners.
Tara looked at Kent, then looked away. Even though he insisted that he wasn't going to make her talk about anything she didn't want to talk about, he'd been acting strangely lately. Like he knew something, or wanted her to think he did. It was all very unsettling, and another reason she wanted to find out more about his stomping grounds.
Kent continued to look at Tara for a few moments, then let it drop and tried to flag down a server. "You okay with the counter? The booths look pretty full." Tara shrugged, so Kent shrugged too, and resumed his attempts to get a seat or two.
For the most part, Lydia avoided eateries, with one notable exception. They had questionable service, even more questionable food, and there was always the chance that she'd have an allergic reaction because someone chopped apples on the same cutting board as onions. That didn't stop her from looking at them as she passed. That was how she had initially stumbled upon Maize Maizier, and while it was unlikely that lighting would strike twice, that didn't mean she couldn't hope. So far, most of the places she passed looked boring or unappealing in some way.
She had passed 17 Waverly before- it fell into the "boring" camp, since diners rarely sold food she liked- but glanced in the windows anyway. Her opinion of the place changed instantly. Not because of the food, because she couldn't see it. Not because of the decor, since it looked much the same. But because of the girl sitting at a small table by one of the windows, looking a bit compressed and out of place.
Lydia froze and did a double-take. Then she practically ran in, squeezing her way through the crowd and sliding into an unoccupied seat at said small table. "Yvette! What are you doing here?" She looked around as a thought occurred to her, and leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. "It's not a date, is it? Am I interrupting?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 11:38 pm
Trevor blinked and pondered for a moment, he was pretty certain he saw Lily wave at him through the window. But he was uncertain so he tried to come up with a way to get in, without offending anyone ahead of him. He made a face before weaving through bodies to get in the door. He ran a hand through his hair once he had made it through. He scanned the crowd and spotted Lily in a booth in the back with two other people he had yet to meet.
He slowly made his way over to the booth before tilting his head to the side and speaking up. "Hey Lily, was just passing by and then i think i saw you wave but i wasn't sure so i just kinda came in" he put in politely before nodding a polite greeting to the other two people, it seemed Lily had made more friends then he had. That made him frown a bit, but he didn't let it bother him. "I don't see what the hype is all about" he said looking at the crowd that seemed to grow by every passing mintue.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 6:02 am
One moment she had been just looking about the room, taking in all the various groups and realizing she was lonely.
The next moment, Yvette found herself no longer alone.
The girl blinked her eyes widely as a faint pink blush color spread to her cheeks. "L-lyddie?! What are you doing here?"
Of course, her little cousin had to lean in and then suggest something which made the pink darken into a red upon her cheeks. "Oh NO! No, no, no! This... this isn't a date... IjustcamehereforpieforPi... i-if you say up to five digits of pi... then you can get a free piece of pie." Her eyes momentarily darted to the general room populace. "...it's why it is so crowded in here today..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 4:25 pm
Jessie waited for the inevitable feel of the floor but was surprised instead to feel a strong hand help her stay on her feet. Xander had caught her and her face flamed nearly as bright as his hair as he gently escorted her the rest of the way to the table. "Um.... yeah for the most part." Her pride hurt, her face was hot, and her ankle stung where it was twisted, but most of all it was her pride that cried and hid in a corner. "I guess the floor just missed me." Her smile was more of a grimis.
She racked her mind for something anything to change the subject. "So, um, you like pie?" and immediately regretted it. If he didn't like pie why would he be at the dinner on what was apparently their busiest days.... well other than for normal food. "What I mean to ask is what your favorite kind of pie?" That was not much better. Jessie was beginning to think she needed to take some social classes. And she hoped that her now squished box of apple pie didn’t hurt anyone else since she didn’t spot it anywhere anymore.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 1:49 pm
It was actually kind of fun to watch the two friends reunite, if only for the contact high she got from it. Orah smiled as she watched Chris and Lily do some quick catching up, leaning her elbows on the table as she sat quietly. She felt a bit like an outside here, with so many people she didn't know chatting and laughing and generally having fun. The teen didn't know anyone but Lily, and even that was a new thing.
Pulled out of her thoughts when attention was finally turned back to her, Orah laughed and took Chris's hand to shake.
"It's okay! I can tell you two haven't seen each other in a while. I'm just sort of some random girl Lily picked up on her way in." She giggled, brushing off those feelings of awkwardness. Things like that could rarely keep a purchase on her for long. "Its nice to meet you, my name's Orah. Please, don't feel like you have to entertain me! Go ahead and catch up with each other. Our food should come pretty soon, so I'll be occupied with that."
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 6:26 pm
"OH god, another one," Was Zia's cringe as Sheldon decided to go above and beyond too, but luckily he had someone else to shut him up and the numbers ceased.
"I'll come back with it later," She said with a gag, rubbing the flour residue on her face from Noah's less than clean hands censoring her. She punched his arm on her walk to the bathroom for good measure.
"Get lemon meringue for table four, too!" Noah called after her, pretty unfazed by the punch before turning to Ellie. "Okay, spicy stuff. Let's see. We got batter and fried jalapenos, open face roast beef with pepperjack. You can get chicken fingers coated in hot sauce. Hot sauce made in house, but you couldn't handle that," He said, waving it off and clearly antagonizing her. All meant in good fun. And normally he'd tell her to go ******** herself wanting free s**t to go but if she was gonna buy something, he shrugged with an 'okay'. A slice of pie in a to-go box wasn't any big deal when it came with something he could charge her for.
As much fun as it would be to poke Ellie about how she couldn't handle it, though, it was hard to focus when the vague hint of someone talking about feeding a cat reached his ears over the crowd. "SERIOUSLY IS THERE A CAT IN HERE?" He shouted, because if there was, he was going to find it. And punt it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 7:25 pm
Despite how Sheldon whined, the blonde looked almost unimpressed with his injury. "...dude... the waitresses probably only have the minimum memorized... so goin' so high up there probably is pretty much pointless..."
Did she just imply that Z-face probably only knew the 5 digits of pi? Yes.
Did she care if it came across as an insult? No, not really!
With a pause, she offered her own "3.14592" to the nearest server, who was the owner-dude (Noah). As he went through the list of spicy foods, her eyes were upon him as she listened pretty intently to the food to be had.
The roast beef with pepperjack was a miss for her. Pepperjack cheese was good, but roast beef wasn't something she went out of her way for. However, the other two items he listed did seem intriguing.
Her mouth formed an intrigued grin, and she was about to accept his challenge when he suddenly shouted about a cat.
God damn it... I bet it's ********* turned to look about the room and spotted a familiar head of orange hair. Which meant her hunch was probably right. She turned back to the table and promptly put her head to the table in a nearly frustrated manner.
It didn't matter that owner-dude and Hobbes were right there and able to see her do such. After that brief moment, she lifted her head and narrowed her eyes to the owner. "...Dude... I want the battered Jalapenos and th'chicken fingers with the hot sauce... and make th'pie... um... cherry."
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:52 pm
"I'm here for you," Lydia said, before realizing how stalkerish that sounded. "I mean, I was passing by and I saw you and wanted to see how you were doing. Is that okay?" She didn't want to mention that Yvette had looked kind of lonely sitting all by herself at that table. Or that this wasn't the sort of restaurant that she usually considered viable. This was a happy, chance meeting, and that was enough.
Yvette's insistence that it wasn't a date made her feel less like she was intruding, and she relaxed into the chair. "Some kind of pie event? But how are there digits of- ohhhh, you mean like the number in geometry! 'Cherry pie's delicious, apple pies are too.' Like that?" Math wasn't Lydia's best subject, but reciting the mnemonic device made her stomach growl audibly. "Mmmm. Some pie does sound really nice right about now, actually. If you don't mind the company, that is."
Of course, there was the slight problem that Lydia didn't know five digits of pi. Paying for a slice was totally doable for her, but doing so would mean missing out on the core of this event, or so it seemed to her. Quickly she slid her smartphone out of her pocket and tried to run a search without drawing any attention to herself- not hard, she figured, in such a crowded space.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 6:03 pm
Ms. Walter didn't seem concerned about anything that was happening at the moment because frankly there was pie in front of her. Pascal on the other hand was quite concerned about where Zia was going and what he could do to her when she got there. Casually, and quite slyly, he headed to the bathroom as well. Who would question it? Really? He had pie all over his face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 8:04 pm
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Noah said in response to Ellie's order, but he was distractedly looking around. Because seriously, guys, cat. There are health codes here.
Zia stumbled out of the wash room, her face clean and her hair a bit damp and still slightly floured pinned in an updo held together by her pen, probably by some sort of dark magic.
Going back for pie distribution, she tugged a waist apron back on, since the one she'd been wearing, along with her sweater, seemed to vanish when she went to go clean up, and grabbed more plates out of the kitchen. Lemon meringue for Noah's abandoned table (Yvette) Which had an extra occupant. "Hi!" She waved to the purple haired girl (Lydia) who'd joined in. "Are you here for pie? Five digits and it's free~" And she lingered just a bit before depositing a slice of apple in front of Sheldon if only to shut Noah up.
"Cherry for that table too!"
Apparently it wasn't enough to keep him shut up, because he had more orders to bark, complete with pointing like she was a dog. And she wasn't even an employee! "Busy!" She snapped.
It was less busy and more personal as she indulged in bouncing over to Chris, Lily and Orah's space. She wanted to socialize, damn it, and if she'd already indulged with Pascal, then she was going to indulge here too.
"Hey guuuuys," She cooed, grabbing a chair from a nearby table with no regard for the group that was sitting there and flopping back lazily in it, adjusting the bottom hem on her tank top to only just now realize it had ended up inside out in the last fifteen minutes. Oh well, no one was going to notice anyway. "Who's the pretty lady?" And another one of Lily's friends, some boy she also didn't know. (Trevor) That was fine, Zia thought she was absolutely charming. But he was not a pretty lady, and so the question wasn't really extended to him. He was acknowledged with a glance, though.
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Noah had spent some time in the kitchen, assembling real food among all the people just trying to get their free s**t and hang out. Cheap bastards.
Also, just because Ellie was so sure he can handle it, he might've tweaked the hot sauce recipe just a little. Normally it was thinned and mellowed out with a few ingredients, but once he'd blended the pepper and vinegar paste he didn't do much else besides add a little garlic and seasoning. The stuff burned his nose just being in it's close proximity.
All in good fun.
So, that plate, and a few others he handed out along the way since assigned tables and sections had been lost in the chaos and everyone was grabbing what they could.
Ellie's was the last, and while he did manage to get the chicken finger plate safely on the table, the basket for fried jalapenos was in mid deposit when he caught just a glimpse of a furball under someone's table.
"GET IT OUT OF MY ******** RESTAURANT."
Maybe if he had noticed it was Phina's table and she was surrounded by children he would've played it cool. But he didn't. He was stressed enough, and there was a cat in his eatery. Absentmindedly, he dropped the jalapeno basket and it teetered on the edge a bit before being taken by gravity.
Noah used a nearly empty table to jump and dive for the creature, accidentally kicking the woman who was sitting at his jumping off point's pie into oblivion (Nick) before he ended up dropping into another's lap (Phina) in the most awkward face first position he could imagine.
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