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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 4:29 pm
Central Katarina centers around the very definition of swanky. From the tightest crotches of the world's most effeminate hipsters in their skinny jeans to the thousand and one restaurants with lowercase letters to define the elegance of their food and atmospheres, the urban city of Zatao has it all. Cetus had promised herself she'd never return to the seaside city again. Yet, she found herself traversing the many streets of wannabes and more wannabes searching for a specific joint titled coin.
Why is was not named a specific coin such as dime, quarter or penny was certainly a mystery to remain a mystery, but the restaurant had obtain great reviews for its service and absolutely wonderful dishes. Unfortunately, it only catered to the filthy rich. In other words, unless someone had the coin for it (which Cetus did not), then there was no way in hell anyone would be served. Unless, you pretended to be a food critic!
Cetus decided to face her plan as natural as possible (ie. no wings, contacts, or annoying spray-on tan). With a simple outfit, a inch high pair of white pumps, and a neckline of pearls, Cetus was ready. A fake business card was all she needed to nab a seat and prepare to be served. However, there was only one meal on the menu she desired -- the shiny Marowak currently propped on her table in his typical grumpy old man self.
How she would ever request to get her super-chocolately-delicious-sparkle-desu Marowak turned into a meal only left her flummoxed. Would they fry him up anyhow or would it considered Pokemon abuse?
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:10 pm
Ai had recently discovered that her mew had learned how to escape from his pokeball whenever he felt like she'd been keeping him cooped up for too long. On the bright side, this would ensure that she didn't wind up forgetting that she owned a shiny legendary and fairly hyperactive pokemon. On the down side, this also meant that he had a habit of coming out at inconvenient times. And after the first embarrassment of getting kicked out of a fancy no-pokemon-allowed restaurant, Ai was not prepared to take any risks. And so, she was left to find the least commoner-like restaurant that actually allowed pokemon. Luckily, Katarina was full of pokemon trainers, and so most businesses had little choice but to cater to the little monsters.
The Coin was one such business.
Ai was pretending to be engrossed with the menu while Kumiko was preoccupied with floating above the table and eating his napkin. On the outside, her face betrayed no emotion; she would dominate at poker if she ever considered lowering herself to such a revolting game. But on the inside, Ai was burning with embarrassment. She knew that the people at the surrounding tables kept stealing glances at her and her strange pokemon. She would have to work on training Kumiko on etiquette before she ever went out to eat again. But it was hard to find a place that would deliver good food... And she'd never cook for herself; that was servant's work! She'd have to hire a cook...
While Ai was deliberating over her food__ dilemmas, a waiter finally approached her table. Excited by the arrival of a new person, Kumiko tried to inhale quickly, and succeeded in sucking part of his napkin down the wrong tube. There ensued a long bout of cat coughs, resulting in Ai's table getting sprayed with saliva and fragments of cloth. The waiter raised his eyebrows. Ai did not dare look up from her menu; she wanted to crawl and hide under the table, but there was probably gum down there.
"I'll just have some water for now," she muttered. "Could you give him something to eat? Whatever cats like to eat I guess..."
"You mean other than napkins?" the waiter joked.
Ai flared up at once, sending the waiter a glare so hate-filled that he really was quite afraid. He stumbled over his words for a moment before scurrying off to fill her order. Ai didn't feel sorry at all, though she knew he did not deserve all that; she was talented at focusing all her embarrassment and anger into a deadly Eye Beam. She sighed and turned back to her menu, though she allowed her eyes to slide out of focus so that she couldn't read anything.
This was all a huge waste of time; she had to be a masochist. She didn't even want to be in Katarina, let alone in a fancy restaurant full of pokemon, with a mentally deficient mew. "What am I doing, Kumiko?" she asked. She paused for a moment. "Great, now I'm talking to my cat. This place really is making me insane." She put her head down on the table, and Kumiko, concerned, dropped what was left of his wet napkin on her head and pawed at her hair. "Thanks," Ai said sarcastically.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:24 pm
An array of sweets, sweets, and more sweets was scattered out in front of her, each dish uniquely constructed and approximately ninety-nine percent sugar. Ignoring her want to om-nom-nom her senior, shiny Marowak, the Galactic Grunt was swimming in a figurative Paradise of confections. Her waiter squinted his eyes and wiped a bit of perspiration flooding the brim of his brow. He was deathly worried about serving the so-called "food critic" since his manager was glaring his back down from the serving counter.
"Don't eff up," his boss's expression said. "Or it's your job, kid."
Halfway through her wonderfully prepared Nanab cake, Cetus glanced up and noticed a familiar face and her floating kitty a few tables away. Ah, was this coincidence or was Lady Luck just fond of her that evening? The madam had certainly kissed her cheeks than, for the grunt never felt more fortunate in her days. Drawing her hand up, she beckoned over her waiter. Whispering something in his ear and giving a nudge with her forefinger, he shuffled away for a few moments and returned to the mill of tables with a sweet dish upon his palm.
Bending forward, the waiter presented the cake to Ai. "Compliments of table twenty-four," he said in a mundane, savvy voice. If Ai were to look over, she'd see a peculiarly familiar face fixed with a smarmy smile give her a dainty wave, each finger coiling forward like an expectant worm. She was prepared to ruin her target's meal that evening for sure.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:51 am
Ai did indeed look around (the ruined napkin slid off of her head and flopped onto her seat), and when she saw who the lady at table twenty-four was, she made a perfectly horrible grimace. The waiter set the unwanted dessert on Ai's table and returned to his post, and Ai looked down at it. The pastry looked delicious, but Ai wanted nothing to do with that Cetus woman. She pushed it away and Kumiko delightedly dug in. His eyes grew wide as he tasted nearly pure sugar for the first time. He decided that it tasted much better than cloth and promptly smeared the cake all over his muzzle. Whether he actually ate any of it was another question, but it was apparent that he was enjoying himself.
"Oh great," Ai groaned. "Now when that sugar kicks in, you're going to be even crazier." Maybe that had been Cetus's plan all along. Maybe if she ignored the woman, she would go away? Hah, Ai would not be so lucky... That woman was as persistent as a pack of poochyenas. Her waiter returned with her water and Kumiko's pokemon food, so Ai ordered a salad, though she doubted now that she would be able to actually eat it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:20 pm
Cetus quirked a brow. Was this girl raised to be a prudent, prissy gal or was she watching her weight? Ah, young ones . . . they were a hard bunch to read. Whatever her reason, Cetus felt peeved by the other passing off her rather rare act of kindness to her Pokemon. Hell, if she wanted to cater to that thing, that she would've requested a bucket of lard for it to chow down on. Calling over her waiter again, she whispered an entourage of foods into his ear.
Whipping back to the kitchen, her waiter and a few more marched out with an array of foods stacked not only on their fingers, but down the lengths of their forearms. "C-Compliments of table twenty-four," the same waiter said trying his best to balance the three meals against his body.
Again, Cetus gave her a wheedling smile as she propped her chin up and settled it into her palm. Maybe some of those foods would fit her tastes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:30 pm
Ai's eyes grew wide in surprise. ((LOL, say that out loud)) What was Cetus playing at? Was she really planning on paying for all this, or did she think that she could get away with somehow forcing the bill on her? The other waiter returned with her salad, but now there wasn't much room on the table for it. Ai stubbornly ignored the delicious delicacies around her and stabbed her fork viciously through a leaf. She had brought it halfway up to her mouth when she suddenly slammed her fork back into the bowl with a muffled clang. She got up from her table and left Kumiko behind to play, unchecked, in the feast.
"What are you doing, exactly?" Ai asked with as much patience as she could summon when she reached table twenty-four. "Are you following me? I'll have my father give your superiors a call if you give me any trouble," she threatened.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:50 pm
"Both of our presences here is merely coincidental. So no, I am not following you. I'm here on my own accord, sampling meals as they come." Cetus replied, closing her eyes and keeping her expression focused downwards to repress her want to laugh. "As for the food, I thought I'd cater to an acquaintance, but apparently nothing is to your liking." She scooped a spoonful of her custard pudding and pressed it between the seams of her lips. Giving the waiter beside her a thumbs up, he raced with a haste back to the kitchen.
"So, what brings you here, Ai dear?" she asked, settling down her spoon than propping her elbows on the table. Her fingers laced together steeple-style and her simple nonchalance betrayed any acts of ill intent. "Meeting someone again or have you already been "stood up?""
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:36 pm
"I came under the impression that this restaurant kept out the riffraff," she said, using her father's word for poor people. She looked down her nose haughtily at Cetus. "Apparently, I was mistaken."
She had already decided not to be civil with Cetus; normally she enjoyed playing mind games, but she was already in a bad mood that day. Besides, the Galactic grunt surely could not have been expecting a polite answer in return for her rather impolite question. Ai still felt a sense of mischievous satisfaction when she was able to speak her rude thoughts openly; she could never have gotten away with it back at her parents' house.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 6:40 pm
"Speaks the young woman whose pet knows nothing of manners." she retorted, a tinge of anger in her tone. "For a such a pretty penny, your parents only seemed to buy something worthy of making garbage. The best of the worst for a child who knows not even a wince of hard labor, mm?" Her fingers dropped and she laid her arms out onto the table as her waiter brought out a serving of linguini. He stiffened come the atmosphere between the two women. Dear Arceus, it was freezing cold!
She pushed it off to her Marowak, who snorted at his owner's sudden thickness. Ah, time for the firecrackers to burst, huh?
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:46 pm
"Just because you didn't bother to train him before you sold him off," Ai retorted. She looked back over her shoulder to see that her table truly was a mess. Even messier was the mew himself. "Knock it off!" she snapped, and an unfortunate waitress who had been walking by scurried off with a confused and frightened look on her face.
Kumiko was startled into halting his food games and stared across the short distance between himself and Ai with wide, innocent eyes.
"Clean it up."
Kumiko considered rebellion briefly, but when he met Ai's eyes he knew that he couldn't get away with it this time. Reluctantly, he used his psychic powers to put the food back in their containers and rearrange the dishes so that they fit on the table without overlapping. He removed the food that clung to his pelt and put that back in the dishes too. The feast on the table did not look nearly as beautiful as it had originally, but at least it had some mew fur hairs in there to make it more interesting. Kumiko sat down on a chair to glumly wait for Ai to return.
The redhead turned back to Cetus. "He isn't completely hopeless so long as he doesn't get distracted. So, thank you for your generosity, but next time I feel like easing the guilt of Miss Glutton, I'll let you know." Ai really had no place making a snide remark on Cetus's weight; she was not overweight, but Ai was naturally a toothpick no matter what she ate.
Meanwhile, Kumiko was already beginning to get bored again and nonchalantly stuck his paw in Ai's abandoned glass of water.
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