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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:02 pm
It was officially December, which clearly meant one thing: shopping! Lots and lots of shopping! And cooking too, of course, but with all the presents Marie had to make or buy – she knew so many people, and couldn’t leave anyone out – there just wasn’t enough time in the day. Not that Marie would give it up for anything; holidays were fun! In fact, it gave her an excuse to try new restaurants, and meet even more people!
That was what Marie planned to do today, in fact. Already carrying several bags of gifts, Marie was heading towards a diner she had spied for a bit of lunch before she resumed shopping. It looked promising, and it was quite crowded, which was usually a good sign. Of course, she was going there right at the peak lunch rush.
Maneuvering her way through the door, Marie stood and waited for her turn to be seated.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:38 pm
Marie, like anyone soul who wandered into the kitschy little place, was greeted warmly by passing waitstaff and instructed to find a free seat. They'd been lacking a proper host for ages, long enough to forget it was even a job position.
To the untrained eye, it looked like business was going well. Actually, they just had a smaller than average dining space and the area was struggling to contain all of the people rushing about in it. A recent youma disaster had resulted in broken windows and lots of lost furniture. Luckily the window was replaced rather quickly (And expensively). The new chairs and booths were a little more slow going.
A frazzled Noah was trying his best to keep up, even with the gaps in his staff. From the looks of his flour covered self and messy waist apron, he couldn't seem to decide if he was a waiter or a cook today.
"Sorry..." He managed to get out when he made it to Marie. "We're a little short staffed. What're you having?" Though when he reached for his notebook to write it down, he ended up pulling a spatuala out of his apron pocket instead. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll be right back!" And he darted away, practically jumping over the counter than waste time going around and vanished into the kitchen, only to poke his head out. "Can I get you anything to drink?!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:29 pm
Everyone seemed real friendly, if a bit rushed; poor boy tried to take her order with a spatula!
“ Just some iced tea, dear; whatever sort you got!”
She found an available booth and dumped her bags before sitting down. She took in the little diner, finally noticing signs that it, like many places in Destiny City, had played witness to the ongoing shenanigans of the city’s costumed hooligans. Quite a shame that those misguided souls couldn’t respect the sacred grounds of good food (for it did smell good). Maybe none of them had ever eaten here?
The food was indeed good when she got it. Took a spell though. As she munched her way through her burger, she watched the harried staff rush back and forth, the poor dears obviously needing more help that they had. Well, she could fix that!
Finishing off her food, she bundled up her goods and stashed them in a corner. She then let herself behind the counter and grabbed herself a handy apron.
“ I got that table, sugah.” She said to a passing waitress, indicating a table waiting for their drinks.
“ Who are- ” The waitress began, but Marie waved her along.
“ Never you mind that dearie. Now hop along!”
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:51 pm
Noah had run around, shifting jobs yet again and hoping and praying another one of his staff didn't call in sick next shift. He might implode. He had to take a break to knead bread dough when they were starting to run out, but was called away again to deal with a deep fryer malfunction. Typical string of disasters.
He ran by a woman working behind the counter twice before he noticed her and skid to a stop. "I... who are you?" He asked, looking comically bewildered as his arms hung dead at his sides.
"Dude, you've talked to her twice," Zia had been hanging back, at home in the back of the house, pilfering pastries left to cool and trying to drown her boy troubles and street war troubles in fried foods. So many fried foods. But mostly she was just the annoying kid who was hanging around and trying not to be tripped over.
Noah had, but he didn't realize it. It wasn't like it was conversational talking! He just handed her a ticket that got loose and took her order earlier. It wasn't like he paid attention to the people he handed stuff off to.
"I... um... ma'am...?" Noah was clueless on what to do with her. Customers didn't just come to the back, it wasn't a thing you a did!
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:01 pm
“ Oh, don’t you worry honey, I got dis! Dis here rush’ll be over ‘fore ya’ know it, you’ll see!”
Carrying six plates carefully balanced on her arms? Being interrogated by the restaurant’s owner (and for good reason)? Neither so much as fazed Marie. She saw a need and she was filling it; that was that.
Then Zia spoke, drawing Marie’s attention to her, and more specifically, to her hair. No, no, no, that wouldn’t do at all! Marie delivered her plates with a grin, then immediately rounded on the lavender-haired girl.
“ Oh no, honey, no no no. You gots such pretty hair; why you gotta make me sad like dis?” Without so much as a by-your-leave, Marie reached up and snagged one of Zia’s curls. “ If ya’ got it ya’ oughta flaunt it, and sugah, your hair’s got it. Don’t worry, Big Mama’ll fix it up. Just you wait; I’ll fix it nice, and free too.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:24 pm
Noah just blinked, watching her go and looking blank as a board. And honestly, he was wondering if he'd hired her and forgot because he seriously couldn't remember. He'd seen her before, right? Yeah, that was it. He was too frazzled to realize 'before' was twenty minutes ago and by 'seen her' he had taken her order.
Zia was laughing at his blankness before she ended up a target and it was her turn to not know how to react even a little bit. Once Marie started touching her hair, she froze, puff pastry in midbite. And she stayed that way for a full minute before she swallowed it down and glanced directly to Noah. "What's happening?"
"Apparently there are other people in the world who take offense to your 'homeless poodle' style," Noah cackled like a twelve year old. Just because they were adult siblings didn't exactly mean they were mature, even a little bit.
Zia's eyes narrowed, but she refrained from snapping back something equally childish, not out of any kind of self awareness, but because Marie was more interesting. "What's your name?" She asked, brightening up. She did like compliments. And free hair styling.
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