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Posted by avelload on Dec 30, 2009 23:33:29 GMT -6
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On the corner of a building a sign stuck out above the sidewalk and in blocky waffle letters the sign proclaimed from top to bottom Wa-FULL and in a syrup brown ‘s that seemed to drip from the rest of the word. She liked the effect and while at first she wasn’t too sure about this waffle for lunch thing she was up for it if for no other reason for the experience of having breakfast food later in the day. How odd some people were, eating their meals at undesignated times of the day.
Tyranny marched down the sidewalk and even if she hadn’t wanted to enter the building the smell of a secret recipe waffle wafted out the door and ensnared her. yes, waffles would have to do. This was in fact her absolutely favorite thing about new york, you could never know everything about it, there was always someone, something, someplace new and undiscovered. It was glorious.
She stayed mostly silent on her walk there contemplating life and the other two members of her dressing room rendezvous. Not to mention life in general. She wondered if the world had made up her mind about her dna?
Wa-FULLs. The waffle establishment. Started by a man with a dream, and a sublime love of all things breakfast in the year 20XX, Wa-FULL's aim is to serve quality breakfasts, and more waffles than one can handle. Try our Rocket Waffle! It's intergalactic!!
Lenna eyed the restaurant write-up on the menu with a quirked brow. Were they serious? The menu's design was the kind of tacky web designers learned to loathe. They started their project with a sharp, good-looking vision that was simplistic, edgy, and fine. The employer... asked them to put a blurb about the toast from their dog's perspective... shortly after, the whole thing was ruined. That was what this menu brought to mind. From the bubble letters and 80s diner pictures, to the goofy descriptions of the food, everything was an eyesore. For some reason, though, it seemed to add to the restaurant's charm. The restaurant's sign had looked like syrup dripping, and the menu itself oozed style.
Lenna decided she liked it, even if the style was bad.
"I'll have the South of the Border omelet with the blueberry waffle. Whipped cream on the side, thank you." She folded her menu, and slid it across the table to the waitress. The woman taking their orders was middle-aged with reddish-brown hair, thick horn-rimmed glasses, and a mole on her left cheek. She wore a checkered blue and white uniform in the style of 80s drive-in diner waitresses. Her hair was high as Everest. She stood with her pen poised for the next person's order, friendly smile on her face.
Lenna nudged the bag of clothes underneath the table with her foot, and took a sip of water.
It really hadn't been hard to find Wa-FULLs. Everything about the place was bright and cheery as neon lights.
The whole design of the waffle place cried NEW YORK CITY in big neon letters. Gawain couldn't stop grinning. Looking at the girls he could tell at least one of them found Wa-FULLs just as amusing as he did. And they were not alone. The place was crowded; it was only by pure luck that they could find a free table to sit. Gawain's stomach grumbled. He was hungry. Well, most of the time he was hungry, no matter how often he ate - which was not too often, when he was on the move. He suspected his body needed an extra amount of food to keep up with the changes he was going through, and add the shifting into that mix too. Tricksters are hyper, they have an extra fast metabolism. Yeah. Just like teenage boys.
Once he placed his order for an incredible amount of waffles, Gawain sat back in his chair, watching the girls. What a strange trio they made, even without the abilities and powers. He grinned, and snapped his fingers at Tyranny, who seemed to be spacing out.
"Hey, Earth to 'ranny. Found the meanin' of life yet?"
"Oh!" she was actually suprised by the nearby snapping finger. She snapped up the menu and started scanning for the best thing on the menu, she assumed it was waffles...but there were waffles everywhere. They had both ordered and while she would have loved to change her six and a half times before she gave up and ordered the first thing she saw, she simply didn't have the time. " I'll take what ever your favorite is Red," she spoke to the woman who looked like she might have simply walked off if Gawain hadn't said anything. " exactly how you like it."
"I think they may be on to something, this whole breakfast for not breakfast thing. it is a good idea." she smiled to the others. How did she not know about breakfast for lunch or dinner when she ran in and out of coffee shops and all sorts of places that served breakfast day and night. well it was simple, She learned very early on in life that breakfast was not served after nine. absolutely and irreducibly never ever ever.
it was a harsh fact that was sooooo deeply branded that her mind that she had forever since that day as a six year old denied and excused any eating of breakfast after nine as a unattainable privilege.
"Yeah, I figured that one out a long time ago." she fixxed her eyes on him. "Live." she waited for sass and sarcasm and continued. "not just live, but LIVE! Carpe diem! Do absolutely what ever the day suggest to you! the meaning is so much more than breathing and so much simpler than stressing out over every little detail."
>>" I'll take what ever your favorite is Red," Tyranny spoke to the waitress. "Exactly how you like it." The woman tapped her pen against the note pad. Her name tag said 'Patience'. Whether or not the name had an ironic bearing on Lenna's mood was irrelevant. The woman smiled real friendly-like at Tyranny, and put her down for the most expensive waffle on the menu.
"Strawberry waffles with a side of hash browns, sausage, and an egg. My favorite." She lied through a smile. "If that's everything?"
"Oh! Can I get a cup of cocoa as well? Thanks."
The waitress gave a half nod, and slid her pen behind her ear, walking off towards the next table. As she drifted away, she sang to them "Your order will be up in a lil bit~"
Lenna suspected 'lil bit' converted to 'a long while' on 'Wa-FULL time', with the crowd that was in the establishment around this time of day. Her eyes drifted towards the other side of the restaurant, beyond the partition. A group of heavyset men arm wrestled. It seemed like there was an arm wrestling convention in town. That'd affect their speed of service. Lenna made a mental note about who to blame if things ended up taking an hour. Her eyes veered back to her company as Tyranny interjected
>>"I think they may be on to something, this whole breakfast for not breakfast thing. it is a good idea."
and raised them the meaning of life, which was 'live'.
"Seize the day... a fun philosophy," Lenna assented with a shrug. An egotistic smirk pursed her lips. "Though, living every day like it's your last can be dangerous..." And costly. Some semblance of order was required.
Lenna had grown quite fond of setting her own orders ever since the break from mercenary work in Columbia. Doing what everyone ordered her to do, the way they wanted her to do it, against her will... had caused some awkward 'seize the day' outbursts. The kind made popular by American teens and Kerouac, with bad decisions aplenty, screaming out against the oppressive sky.
Lenna had sought proof of her own free will in the arms of a giant. He was now in prison. Bad decision? Lenna mentally shrugged. Who cares?
Idly, she hoped the waffles came back soon. She had a sudden craving for something sweet.
>>"Yeah, I figured that one out a long time ago. Live. Not just live, but LIVE! Carpe diem! Do absolutely what ever the day suggest to you! the meaning is so much more than breathing and so much simpler than stressing out over every little detail."
Gawain blinked. That was a very detailed answer to a rhetorical question. A good one too, he could agree with it. For runaways like him, it was the only way living worked. Maybe if he moved into that fancy mansion, things would change. Maybe they wouldn't.
>>"Seize the day... a fun philosophy. Though, living every day like it's your last can be dangerous..."
All right, both girls went philosophical on him. Fun stuff. Gawain grinned as he rocked on his chair back and forth, with hands behind his head. "Who said anything about every day being the last one?" he mused "How about every day being the first?..."
Because that was kinda how Mirror's days usually started. With the realization in the waking moments of which body s/he was in that day, and as the brain kicked in, going through all the details s/he had to get right to keep Maya's stuff separate from Gawain's. Yeah, fun stuff.
It took a while for their not-breakfast to arrive, and it took two turns for the waitress to bring it all to their table. She looked curious. Maybe she was curious to see if two skinny girls and a lanky teenage boy could devour all that food they ordered. Gawain grinned again. The day was just getting better.
Posted by avelload on Jan 10, 2010 20:37:07 GMT -6
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$$"Strawberry waffles with a side of hash browns, sausage, and an egg. My favorite."
"Yum!" Tyranny was pleased with the waitress tastes, how terrible would it have been if she wanted the burger and she missed out on her liberating breakfast at noon..what time was it? she glanced around, forgetting her cell phone in her pocket.
~~"Seize the day... a fun philosophy," "Though, living every day like it's your last can be dangerous..."
**"Who said anything about every day being the last one?" "How about every day being the first?..."
She smirked, "exactly! your last day your first day, it should be both. I just refuse to march along with nothing in mind. just float along in a stream like a pooh stick racing to the other side of the bridge."
she paused. "For instance! it would have been easy to slap Gawain here upon his entry to the dressing room, or refuse you access to our awkward situation, but why? because oh no! Gawain has eyes and saw my skin, oh no! or because you caught us in what could have been an awkward moment for either of us if were those that would rather hide from life. and what did we get out of it, an Awesome waffle place. where do we go from here? who knows, the whole world is just outside of those doors, ours for the taking. you know, after we eat breakfast. again!"
... Pooh stick? The Milne reference was lost on Lenna, though she understood the basic principle of their arguments. The ultimate conclusion was 'live, for living's sake', 'take chances', and 'don't float on, okay'.
Lenna opened her mouth to make some comment about 'self actualization' and 'peak moments', but Tyranny kept on talking.
>>"For instance! ... "
Lenna took a sip of her hot cocoa (which was very hot, and topped with cream), then daintily dabbed her lips and let Tyranny finish. "Exactly," She picked up her fork, and cut into the omelet with the side of her fork. The fork seesawed across the egg dish as Lenna spoke. "Too many people in your situation might have screamed 'oh, you saw my nudity, oh god', thus attracting further attentions from the shop clerks, and later, cops... speaking frankly, it would have gone down a lot worse than it did." A section of egg slid into a dab of salsa. Lenna smirked at how it could have gone. The bite of egg hung on the tip of the fork for a second, long enough for her closing statements. "But no. You took the relativistic approach. Didn't let society dictate the label you applied to those wandering eyes, didn't let nudity become a bad thing. You set your own definition. That was oddly mature." The egg bite popped in her mouth. Done with talking, she started to chew.
Waffles arrived, and Gawain started to eat, with the healthy appetite that could be expected from a boy who was eating for two. Kinda sorta.
>>"For instance! it would have been easy to slap Gawain here upon his entry to the dressing room, or refuse you access to our awkward situation, but why?...."
He listened to the girls musing about the dressing room situation; for him it was all water (sticks?) under the bridge now, but it seemed like they still found something to talk about.
"I'm very grateful for ya not slappin' me" he agreed, momentarily taking a break from the waffles "Yea, much more mature than most people when they find someone else in their mirrors... although I don' make a habit of fallin' onto lovely ladies all the time."
He had to make that clear. He also had to wrap that into flattery. It was just how Gawain's mind operated. There might be more opportunities down the road that needed attention...
"So..." he continued, poking at a waffle with his fork "... what do you two do, when not goin' out for breakfast with guys like me?..."
~~"But no. You took the relativistic approach. Didn't let society dictate the label you applied to those wandering eyes, didn't let nudity become a bad thing. You set your own definition. That was oddly mature."
“Thanks. I have my moments”
~~"I'm very grateful for ya not slappin' me" "Yea, much more mature than most people when they find someone else in their mirrors... although I don' make a habit of fallin' onto lovely ladies all the time."
‘I will believe that when you can prove it.” she stuck her toungue out. ah to be mature.
~~"So..." fork "... what do you two do, when not goin' out for breakfast with guys like me?...
“I am running around the city, it’s a big play ground, and when I am not playing or sleeping, I’m at work, I have my RNA, and work at Cooks General.”
She took a big bite of her waffles and then grinned. “Oh My gosh, you guys have to try these, they are awesome!” “MMmm!”
>>"... what do you two do, when not goin' out for breakfast with guys like me?..."
"... I--"
>>“Oh My gosh, you guys have to try these, they are awesome!” “MMmm!”
"Have to try those, mmhmm." Stealthy subject change was stealthy. Lenna snaked a fork over towards Tyranny's plate, and skewered a strawberry. Fruit was yum, mhmm. The delicious red of the berry came up to her mouth. It was practically dripping flavor. Lenna took a bite, and...
Reactions to strawberries include swelling on the face, arm, and chest. Other symptoms can include a rash, hives, vomiting, and fever.
Lenna swallowed. "Yum! Here, I'll share some of mine with you if you share some more of yours." She shifted herself closer to Tyranny's side of the table. She sawed into her blueberry waffle, and cut a few pieces to split with Tyranny.
T Minus Five Minutes, and Counting until Allergic Reaction...
Gawain rolled his eyes and decided to give up. Sometimes you just can't prove you are not what people think you are. And anyhow, if Tyranny wanted to flatter herself thinking Gawain just couldn't resist tackling her, so be it. He was always willing to make a lady feel good about herself.
>>“I am running around the city, it’s a big play ground, and when I am not playing or sleeping, I’m at work, I have my RNA, and work at Cooks General.”
Gawain nodded with a grin "Nice. Playground it is." then he realized what he just said didn't actually help proving what he didn't want to prove anymore. Whatever.
In the next minute, both girls forgot about the conversation and started comparing waffles. Whatever. His own food was very good, and he was determined to eat all of it to the last morsel, and maybe eat some of theirs too. If they were willing to share, that is.
A few minutes later, when he looked up at the girls again, something was not quite right. Lenna looked... flushed?...
Posted by avelload on Jan 23, 2010 20:49:31 GMT -6
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~~"Nice. Playground it is."
awe, he looked flustered, yes he did! How cute, just like a puppy! Mentally Tyranny dubbed Gawain the little puppy that insisted too much that he was not naughty. oh you know the look, the puppy that grins at you because it got into something it new not to and wagged its tail while looking bashfully and overly innocent.
Happy happy waffle time, happy happy waffle time, strawberry blueberry and not a plain one! Happy happy waffle time! She scooched over to get closer to Lenna's waffles.as the waffle swap continued Tyranny blissfully chomp chomp chomped on the goodness.
If and when Gawain was ready to get in on the waffle sharing action he was more than welcome to her plate. A fork met her mouth just as the words met her ear and her nurse sense started to tingle. There was something in that tone that expressed appropriate concern.
Ohhhhh. not good. people weren't supposed to start looking like the food they ate and Lenna was getting a bad case of the strawberries. her face was getting a bit plump and red. Tyr raised the back of her hand to Lenna's fore head. yup she was getting warm.
"Oh! um, Gawain don't worry about the bill, I got it, can you work your magic and hop into a bathroom and grab some benadryl from a medicine cabinet? I am going to get us a cab and pay, Lenna you may very well need to go to the hospital. were not too far from mine."
"CHECK!" She shouted at their waitress and pulled out her credit card.
((OOC: 300th post! And for Lenna's next trick... she'll hurl.))
>>"Hey girl are ya all right?..." Asked the knight.
Lenna's cheeks suddenly bulged. "... murp... no." Her head felt hot, and her... chest. And her stomach... no, that didn't feel hot. Just... gulp. Not good.
But the waffles! She couldn't leave the table now. There was still delicious food to eat! Strawberries, blueberries, eggs... all of it was too good to leave! Why was this... a hand hopped to her forehead, but Lenna's mind was too busy frantically connecting the dots to notice, happening?!
Her eyes widened as she mentally retreated into the bliss of five minutes ago. They zoomed in on the things she was eating, narrowed their focus, and...
DING DING DING, PEOPLE! WE HAVE A WINNER! Something she ate.
Her focus slowly returned, halfway into the current conversation. Just in time to catch the tail end of Tyranny's last line.
>>"... some benadryl from a medicine cabinet? I am going to get us a cab and pay, Lenna you may very well need to go to the hospital. Were not too far from mine."
Her face flushed into a childish blush. No, no, no! The good food! No! Her voice came out weakly. "Can we... get it... 'to go'?" Oh, god. She staggered to her feet, suddenly feeling very very bad. She covered her mouth. Eyes darted around the restaurant. Her next thought? "Bathroom?!"
Of course he couldn't just have lunch peacefully with two hot chicks without one going straight to the hospital. Life didn't work that way. Allergic to waffles? Seriously?... Come on. He didn't do anything that bad.
>>"Oh! um, Gawain don't worry about the bill, I got it, can you work your magic and hop into a bathroom and grab some benadryl from a medicine cabinet? I am going to get us a cab and pay, Lenna you may very well need to go to the hospital. were not too far from mine."
"Got it." jumping up from his seat, he backed away from the girls; he was not sure how far he had to go for his powers to kick in, and he sure as hell didn't want to crash through a window. So he backed away to the opposite wall where a smaller mirror hung, put his palms against it, and was gone in a second.
Benadryl. Right. Let's not panic just because Lenna was choking to death. Even cooler. Good thing Tyr seemed to know what to do.
It took him three bathrooms to find what he was looking for. He had great experience with this kind of stuff. Of course not everyone had a big ass first aid kit like dear ol' Rupert, but most families kept way more junk in the bathroom than they should have anyway. Of course, if this medicine was for cases like Lenna, he'll have to bring some back later. He didn't want any random stranger choking to death because of him.
In a few minutes he was on his way back to the waffle place. Let's not be late.