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(Setting) Angie's Cafe
| >At least it's subject to change.
| >A woman in a trenchcoat passes by, her eyes more or less occupied on her phone. She glances inside and does a double take, running inside for some reason
| >With some interest, Angie straightens up a little, doing her best to shift the "bored out of my mind" look off her face.
| >A hooded man comes by the cafe, hesitating to enter.
"Hmmm... Should I stay or should I go?"
| >She beams at Angie,
"Slow day huh? Well lucky for you the great Dahk will always help a cutie in need!"
>Realizinh her embaressing entrance, Dahk blushes and takes a seat
"I mean, a Coffee please."
| >>193425
"If you say that you are mine,"
>You're jabbed with something. Not enough to kill, just enough to dissapoint.
"I'll be here 'til the end of time~"
>Or knock your socks off, maybe. If you're that sort of person.
| >Angie blinks a couple of times and nods and turns about to the machine.
"Uh, what sort would you like?"
>She manages to splutter. Picking up a mug and cleaning it industriously.
| >>193433
"Asshole!"
>The hooded man turns around, in a calm state of mind, and fires his suppressed pistol in to whoever stabbed him.
| "Black and cold as your heart, dearie~"
>She leans side to side, clearly happy about something
| >>193440
>Nobody's there. There is, however, probably a fresh hole in the cement.
"Dude, chill, I just poked you."
>The voice is coming from around the corner.
| "Well I wouldn't know about about that ma'am"
>Pink faced she turns back to the coffee machine and pulls some levers and flicks some switched. After a minuet and a gurgle the drink is dispensed and handed over the beverage.
"That will be a 100 zenny if you wouldn't mind"
| "I can't believe you've done this."
>The hooded figure walks in to the cafe while he can still walk. Ignoring the voice.
"Hi, I'll just take a seat."
>The hooded figure puts his gun away in to his holster, sitting down at a table.
"You guys got snacks?"
| >Angie looks over and nods at him, pointing delicately at the selection of cakes and pastries in the display cabinet. A rather grand carrot cake standing proudly on the counter.
| >Dahk sips the coffee
"Ah"
>sounds like she burned her tongue. Either way, she smiles and giggles.
"Glad to see you're warming up to me!"
>She fishes around for money, and pulls out a completely inappropriate amount. 5,000 Zenny.
| >Angie takes the money and walks over to the cash register. exchanging amounts she walks back with 4,000 in change.
"here is your change."
| [4,900] am bad at the maths
| "Huh? No darling, that's your *tip*. 100% for everytime you made my heart skip a beat~"
>She refuses the change, sipping her coffee some more.
| >Angie nods and turns back to the cash register slipping it back inside, standing up a little straighter.
| >>193465
"I... I think I'll pass, and also go deal with someone."
>The hooded figure goes out of the cafe, and around the corner, gun on the ready.
| >Dahk scoffs shaking her head
"How rude! Leaving without even paying!"
>she turns her gaze back at Angie, tilting her head
"Why so stiff? You can relax, it's a dead shift isn't it darling?"
| "Uh well, it has certainly livened up since you two arrived."
>She glances briefly at the panic button underneath the counter.
| >Her stare intensifies briefly, before leaning back and closing her eyes. She mumbles something under her breath and opens her eyes, pouting
"If you don't want me here, i'll go, Wouldn't want to make a cutie panic"
| >Angie begins to sweat a little
"It's fine, feel free to finish your coffee, ill just be over here uhhh, cleaning the mugs."
>With a swish of her apron she totters over to the other end of the counter and starts cleaning the spare mugs.
| "Why, pray tell, do you need to clean the mugs? I'm the only one here, and i only got one drink."
>She crosses her arms, and rolls her eyes
"Honestly, it isn't polite to lie."
| >sweating a little more she holds a mug to her chest
"It's just in case someone else comes in, you never know when you might need another mug."
| >>193504
>Corners house streets. And more streets. Not to mention buildings. On this side there's a hardware shop, praising deals on a new (but limited) selection of linoleum and floor tiles. Must be expanding the business.
>Parked to your left is a shipping truck, loaded with goods. A droid rolls out of the shop, tracks adjusting to the angle of the steps. It's fat sticker pads look expensive by their size alone, but also by the fact they apply themselves to the surface so well.
| >A pair of young men enter the diner, mostly indistinguishable due to their matching blue and black sports coats and dress slacks- with one exception. While the shorter man has ginger hair- and bright, too- the other has dark reddish purple hair that is clearly the work of hair coloring. The taller man looks around, taking a deep breath.
"Damn I'm starving!"
>He looks around the room for a waitress before the ginger nudges him.
"It's a diner, man. We seat ourself."
| >>193534
"He's fucken gone. I guess Brogel's time slot just got moved up."
>The hooded guy begins to head back in to the cafe's street.
| >Angie looks over and waves sighing with relief
"What can i get you gentlemen?"
>She walks to the other end of the counter.
| >>193533
>Her eyes narrow slightly as she sips her coffee
"Alas, i had hoped it wouldn't be as bitter as your heart!"
>She feigns pain, and smiles at the entering men.
| >>193540
"A coffee to start, dear," >The ginger says!
"And a glass of your freshest cranberry juice!" >The darker red haired man says!
"As well as..."
"Don't." >The ginger says. The taller man just smirks.
"Your freshest... orange juice."
>The ginger grinds his teeth and rolls his eyes.
| >Angie nods, grabbing a trey she sets about prepping the coffee, pouring juices into tall glasses.
| >>193550
"Must you do this *every* time we go out?" >The ginger says, grumbling. The other pats him on the head.
"Only on our first visit, my soulless chum. Come on, we just got in town."
"Yeah yeah, whatever," >The ginger grumbles.
| >Angie flips open the counter grabs the trey and walks over to their table, smiling warmly as she puts it down.
"That will be 200 zenny if you would."
| >>193560
"Oh! Zenny... right... I'll pay in nuyen, if you don't mind." >The taller man holds out a certified credstick.
| >The ginger takes the coffee and starts sipping it, ignoring the orange juice entirely.
| [20 my currency understanding is shallow]
| >You hear a bang against the glass door, and a groan. at the door slumps a ganger, covered in cuts.
"I fucking told you once, cunt. I'm not telling you again."
>The Hooded figure stands over the ganger, shooting him in the head, and begins to move him aside to the nearby valley.
| >Leaning away from the door, Angie turns to the customers.
"would you just excuse me for a moment?"
>Without waiting for an answer she walks calmly back the the counter and presses the button.
| "I see... So you sweat nervously, even contemplating the panic button around me, but these two you just... serve happily?
>She taps her foot incessantly, glaring.
"Well if it will really make my darling feel *so* much better, i suppose i'll go then"
>She suddenly vanishes from sight
| >The hooded man enters the cafe, and bows lightly.
"Sorry about that, Shitface McGee was giving me a hard time. You still got some carrot cake?"
| >>193567
(No, that's pretty much right- the conversion of nuyen to zenny is 1:10. c:)
"Ahh, lively, lively!" >The tall man says, sipping his juice as he watches the mess at the front entrance.
"It's true what they say- this is far from a boring place."
"Mmm..." >The ginger says, sipping his coffee, but otherwise ignoring the commotion.
| >Meanwhile, at the same time someone was just like, murdered or something..
"Ey RG, kill the small talk after you're done, okay? We're not even supposed to be in this district anymore."
>The droid swivels it's whole top, the built-in ocular parts a dozen pinpricks in the frame. It chirps loudly, raising and lowering it's arms. They're mostly used for carrying packages, so speed isn't really prioritized. The fastest it can go is not at all. It's really annoying.
| >With apt timing the glass door explodes inwards as a figure throws themselves through it. Landing on the back of the back of the hooded man, pinning to the floor. A cold metal arm clamped around their hands, another holding them by the scruff of the neck.
| >>193591
>The hooded man remembers some droid saying something.
"Anyone know a 'RG'? He looks like me."
| >The ginger puts down his mug, and pulls out a shard of glass from it, covered in coffee.
>The dark reddish haired man gently sweeps some shards of glass from the table.
"And this must be... local? No, surely private security..." >He says, eyes beaming.
"...can't even get a nice cuppa without shit exploding..." >The ginger grumbles!
| >The new figure leans into their ear.
"Try not to talk too much, or I might be forced to break your arms."
>after this another figure steps in through the door, revolver in hand he carefully pushes the door open, wincing at the sound of shattered glass.
| >he looks over at Angie and waves a little.
"Sorry about this, we'll clean this in a bit."
>he lowers his revolver and points at everyone in turn.
"no body moves or I might be forced to injure you."
| >>193608
>The hooded Guy attempts to dissuade the new-found figures.
"Hey man, I was dealing with stuff outside. You must be after that girl who came before me, the flirty one?"
| "Now -that- is an entrance," >The tall man says, laughing!
"Waitress," >The ginger says, raising an arm in the direction of the lady!
| >Delta picks up the floored man and holds him up by the collar.
"All evidence points to you for the most recent homicide in the area"
>Ishmael produces a pair of cuffs the hooded man.
>Angie peeks over the counter at the ginger.
| "Looks like you were wrong," >The ginger says, gesturing discreetly at the waitress,
"He's a cop."
"Mmm... or a bounty hunter. Either way, that was an enjoyable experience." >The tall says, as he picks up a piece of glass and tastes it.
"...Not sure what I was expecting," >He says, wrapping it in a napkin.
| >>193620
"Hey, If you check my left pocket, you can find a warrant for him!"
>While he is talking, he readies something...
| >Ishmael looks at the ginger then turns back to the hooded man, cuffs half way to his wrists. With caution he then reaches in and finds the paper. Leafing through it he nods then looks at Delta, who then in turn drops him on his ass. Angie Gets up from behind the counter wiping beads of sweat from her brow.
| >The Hooded guy pats himself off as he gets up, walking away, now earshot's distance away from Delta and Ishmael.
"Can't fucking believe the paper trick worked... Suckers."
| >Nearby, a one-eared catboomer girl is focusing on her datapad and walking at the same time.
"Hmm, this looks like the place. Good espresso, they said."
>She walks into the entrance and looks up from her datapad to see her surroundings.
"Good evenin... what the heck?"
>She is confused at the scene happening before her.
| "You know, this reminds me of something out of an old trideo show..." >The tall man says, stifling a chuckle.
"You mean that one with the police box and the time paradoxes?" >The ginger says, motioning to the waitress.
"Yeah, that one. He had this paper that he gave people and told them whatever he wanted and they would believe it."
"Psychic paper?" >The ginger says.
"Yeah... real fancy stuff. Worked in real life, too."
"You wish,"
"Hey, It worked on you, didn't it?"
| "...shut up," >The ginger says, grumbling... again. It's like his default expression is "resting angery face."
| >>193633
>just managing to catch the end of that sentence Delta whips round grabs a chair and hurls it at the hooded man.
| >Angie squeaks and ducks behind the counter again
| >As long as it's still going..
"Okay, okay!"
>A hand pokes out of the passenger side of the truck, waving a holo pen around. The droid is going ballistic - Who would dare criticize their job performance?
"..I get it. Now shut up, please."
>The hand dissapears. The truck lurches and grumbles and starts up. Down at the open end of the truck another bot is reorganizing the crates and things, getting ready to pull up the ramp and such.
"Just get in the back, man. Stop shittin'."
| >Narrowly missing Ishmael and the girl, the chair hits a nearby lamppost and explodes into splinters.
| >>193643 >>193641
>The hooded man ducks in to the truck, dodging any splinters from the chair.
"So what do you want from RG?"
| "This is getting ridiculous..." >The ginger says, looking at his watch.
"Want to find another joint?"
"No, no, let's stay a little bit longer... my credits are on the hooded guy," >The tall man says, laughing.
| >>193647 >>193646
>The catgirl's eyes turned red as she panics. In almost no time, she takes out a big pistol and aims at both men who are currently in conflict.
"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?"
| >Ishmael sighs and pulls a chair up, lowing themselves into it. He waves a hand at Delta.
"go grab him if you want. Im just gonna clear things up here"
>Delta nods and launchers themselves into the street. feet skidding and throwing up sparks as they round the corner.
| >The droid, appropriately, stops spinning around and looking as if it might launch itself into the sky, never to be seen again. Except maybe by some passing 'nauts or something. How's it going in space?
| >Anyway, since hooded gunman from hell showed up, other bot is eyeing him rather confusedly. Is this one on the list? Is he on the list? I don't know, do we ship living stuff? I think we had fish once. And so the bot brushes past the hooded man and shuts up the truck door.
| >Delta stands in the street and watches the truck go, doing their best to glowering as it leaves.
>Returning to the shop they casually pull the pistol from the girl's grip tossing it into a corner.
>Ishmael smiles as warmly as he could muster.
| >The catgirl remains baffled as the event unfolds too quickly coupled with the damage to the cafe shop.
| >>193663
"What? You told me to get in."
>The hooded guy take out a pack of cigarettes, intending to smoke.
| >Ishmael stands up, dusting himself off.
"Well as far as we can see, The individual who just escaped just shot and killed that person outside the door whilst Angie here was serving drinks to these men. After the man entered the shop, my associate here attempted to apprehend them, however we overestimated the validity of his evidence and let him go.
>He slumps a little and looks back at Delta who was busy sulking at the counter. He looks back at Angie who nods, confirming the story.
| >>193669
"Gigigi... Not me.."
>The bot attaches itself to a section in the back, probably so it won't fly loose if they hit a pot hole or large roadkill or whatever. This one has a single, large circular camera as an eye. It stares warily at the cigarette and the shadows under the hood and what else. You might be being judged but it's hard to tell.
| >>193670
>She looks around, trying to breathe slowly while letting the story sink in, her eyes gradually turned back to purple.
"Oh... okay... That was... exhausting. My nano overworked itself trying to get into threat mode so quickly."
| >Angie stands up again from behind the counter. Sighing at the damage she pulls up a stool and sits down heavily.
>Ishmael claps his hands together and smiles.
"well I think that covers everything, hows about you lot gives us a hand clearing up this glass and wood? I think Angie deserves a break."
| >Meanwhile meanwhile.. A poor shipping droid whose official designation who was too long and hard to remember was given a short nickname to cut stress and wasted time. RG has been abandoned at the side of a hardware store, and is completely devastated. So devastated, in fact, that they drop to their side and begin to wail loudly. Their tracks whir and run wild, pushing them around in a miserable little circle on the ground.
| >The doors are swung open violently yet again. A small figure wearing a bright yellow hoodie enters, the face is covered by some kind of gasmask that definitely looks more like a movie prop than proper gear. The figure bumps into the back of the catgirl. The shock of wich makes the hood slip, some strands of long black hair are revealed it's probably a girl. Startled she starts gesturing apologetically with her hands and exclaims.
"Mmmrghl ... MMmrgh..mggh?"
| >>193673
>The hooded guy take off the hood, showing a head full of hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow, plastered on a weathered face. The guy lights his cigarette, not giving a shot about the judging.
"Fucken weirdo."
| >>193687
>The catgirl feels impact on the back and falls forward a little but keeping her balance. She turns around and notice the girl and her apologetic gestures.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine."
>She then moves to retrieve her pistol off in the corner.
| >The flustered yellow-clad intruder calms somewhat down, ignores everyone else and heads straight for the counter. She looks at Angie for a moment and speaks, still failing to realize she is wearing her mask.
"One MMmrgh Gurggh Mmpf..!"
| >>193688
>The intimidation seems to have worked. The bot's eye zooms out and shifts to look at whatever direction does not have the man in it, peripheral or no. Up at the driver's seat someone is humming a tune. It's muffled because of all of the metal inbetween the spaces in the truck and the container.
| >Angie grimaces and shrugs apologetically
>Delta watches the girl cautiously.
>Ishmael gets up and moves to the corner to grab the broom.
| >Hmm. You know, it sounds a whole awful lot like-
"Should I stay or should I go,"
>He whispers, tapping a rhythm on the dashboard with the holo pen between his fingers.
"If you say that you are mine.."
| >The yellow-clad girl reaches into her hoodies front pocket and starts to unceremoniously dump it's contents on the counter. Some pieces of gum, physical zenny bills, a key but then she pulls something vaguely gun shaped and slowly moves it towards the counter.
| >>193713
>After getting her gears in order and calmed down, she walks up to Angie to order-
"One espresso please. Make it a double-shot, thank you."
>>193715
"Um, Miss...You should take off your gas mask. It's more comfortable here, and with it on you can't drink your cappuccino."
| >Delta looks over, eyes narrowing.
>With an already screwed day Angie takes the Zenny and turns around, hastily pouring a latte and placing it in front of the girl, nudging it a little closer.
>Meanwhile Ishmael sets to sweeping the glass and splinters to a corner. Whistling heartily through his teeth.
| >>193721
>Finally realizing she still is wearing the gasmask the girl raises both hands to remove it, in the process she however drops the gun-thing. With an audible *crack*, the telltale sign of cheap brittle plastic cracking the tip on the barrel breaks of making a further mess on the floor. Frustrated the girl stares at it for a moment before picking it up gently and squirrling it away in her pocket again. She finally removes her mask. With an forced upbeat tone she speaks
| "Soory,I didn't notice I was still wearing that!"
>She turns around apologizes to the catgirl again with a small bow. The she faces Angie again while stairing at the coffee placed on the counter.
"Hmm that smells great~ Do you also serve whiskey here?"
| >Slowly Angie shakes her head.
>Delta gets up and and vents hot air with a hiss and joins Ishmael cleaning up.
| >>193725
>Shocked at the the sudden shattering of the gun thing, the catgirl cannot say anything else besides-
"Oh, it's okay. You don't need to apologize..."
>She then takes out a 500z credstick and put it on the table while waiting for her espresso, mind still focused on the gun-thing.
| >Calmed a little, Angie nods and turns back to the coffee machine.
| >>193739
>The yellow hoodie girl inspects Angie from head to toe. Then glances over to the cake/pastry display. While turning her gaze back towards Angie again she finally notices the mess in the cafe.
"Maybe cake with rum .. ?"
>she asks with a puzzled expression
| >Angie manages a smile and glances back to the two clearing the floor.
"Ill see what we have in the fridge"
>and walks to the kitchen.
| >>193737
"..I'll be here 'til the end of time."
>The truck makes a particularly hard turn. Most of everything stays in place because it's been secured in advance. The driver's singing quiets back down to a hum. In the container, it's only has one way in and out, not even a window. So you can't really blow a round in anyone's head without the high chance of missing. Because you can't see. It's just one entrance. That's the point.
| >Speaking of points, Angie's Cafe is a dot in the distance. So far that a new setting thread could be made. It's too bad, since I wanted a coffee. Is the waitress nice?
| >>193778
"Fuuuuuuck!"
>The guy slides around on the turn, slamming in to a crate of stuffs.
"Cunt. Can't. Breath. Diaphragm. Fuck."
(So setting?)
| >Meanwhile, a certain one-eared catgirl is slumping over the counter and dozing off while waiting for her espresso while also muttering something about guilt and mistakes.
| >Dahk reappears, as if she has never moved from her seat.
"So like, can i get a refill?"
| >The two men who had entered earlier and were long forgotten in between the random fighting and droids skirting about the business remain where they were seated, although the ginger looks annoyed as all hell. The other man is typing something into a phone.
| >Angie returns from the back. Arms filled with various bottles and jars of assorted things, skirts and apron flapping around her as she races to make everyone's orders. Almost not seeing Dahk but sliding another coffee infront of them anyway.
>Delta and Ishmael have almost finished tidying up the shattered glass and wood, they both stand looking rather sheepish.
| (you can also click on the post numbers so that people can easily see if you've responded to them/whom you responded to.)
| >Angie collapses behind the counter after a furious bout of serving beverages.
>Delta and Ishmael both seat themselves nearby.
| >Dahk gets up
"Quick, she needs CPR!"
| >>193904
>Angie eyes spring open and pulls herself to her feet.
"That won't be necessary ma'am if it's all the same. And sorry for my actions earlier."
>She holds out a hand to shake.
| >>193913
>She shakes the hand, and smiles back,
"No it's my fault, I just got a little worked up..."
>She sits back down, and sips the coffee silently, eyes closed.
| >Angie sighs and looks around the cafe. Chaos somewhat averted.
>Ishmael is still looking around, scribbling notes. Delta is preoccupied with working the dents out of their arms and hands.
| >The catboomer's ear perks up as she hears the exchange, gets up groggily and looks around.
"Huhhh? What is going on nya-"
>She blushes and covers her mouth quickly to prevent anyone from hearing cat noises.
"Oh, my espresso is here."
>She takes a sip of the espresso relaxingly.
| >'yellow girl' is still sipping on her coffee and absent mindedly checking her clock from time to time.
| >outside a man can be seen.
>he is riding a elephant while chasing a horde a clowns and hobos.
>the entire time screaming some stuff in german.
>before anyone can react they disappear from sight.
| >The catgirl finishes her espresso, leaves the credstick nearby for Angie to take and then leaves.
"Thanks for the espresso! See you later!"
>she leaves the cafe.
| >The yellow hoodie girl yawns, slowly rises from her seat and scrounges her pockets for change. She puts some of it on the counter and leaves a hastily scribled note that barely qualifies as human readable. It reads: 'thanks for the coffee, here's a lil tip for you' followed by a cutesy smily and the name Saiko. She dons her mask and says goodbye.
"MMmrgh Grgh Mmp!"
>forgetting about the mask yet again she walks outside in the direction of the pink gas
| >Angie looks round the shop again, finally managing to calm herself, she returns to cleaning the counter and mugs. Humming a little tune to herself.
| >Ishmael finally looks up from his notebook and smiles at her, trying to nudge Delta to do the same.
| >>195136 Delta looks back face unchanged. who then stands puts a handful of zenny on the counter.
"This should cover some of the costs until insurance can be sorted."
>Not looking up from her cleaning and still humming to herself Angie nods.
| >An old, banged up 74' Monaco cop car rolls up to the curb, parking there. Out of it, step out 2 suited men. The shorter one, hangs around the car, having a smoke, while the taller one enters the cafe.
"Hello, You got some coffee?"
| "2 cups of coffee. and 4 chickens, if you got em, for my brother Jake."
>The Suited guy points to his brother, who flips a finger back.
"He's not in the best of moods today."
| >A tad puzzled Angie looks behind her.
"Uhh, I'm fairly certain I don't have any chickens but I can certainly get you the coffees."
>Once again she turns about and begins to fiddle with the coffee machine.
| "Ah... We'll... make it work. Probably."
>The suited guy gestures over his brother, and Jake comes over, them both taking a seat at a table.
"You promised you'd visit the penguin the day you got out of prison."
| >Angie turns back to the counter, a mug in each hand smiling as brightly as she could
>Delta looks over at them eyeing them placidly
| "Yeah? So, I lied to her."
>Jake retorts, taking his coffee without looking.
"You can't lie to a nun. We gotta go in and visit the Penguin."
>Elwood takes his mug carefully, returning the smile.
"Thanks."
| >Ishmael chuckles to himself, Delta remains perplexed by the language.
| "No fucking way!"
>Jake slams a fist on the table.
"Hey. We'll just go see her, and go."
>Elwood tries to convince his brother.
"Look, she's 50 thousand zenny behind on taxes, and she refuses to get a loan. Something about sin and bankers."
| >Angie rests her elbows on the counter and her head on her hands.
"So what's eating you two?"
| >Jake, already irrate, is happy to find a person to complain to.
"The day's just great, the day I get out of prison, my own brother picks me up in a police car. and now I got to go visit the penguin-"
>Elwood interupts
"The Nun"
"-Shut up, I've got to visit the nun, who apparently owes the state 50k zenny!"
| >Angie looks puzzled.
"I thought the church took donations and what would she do with that much money?"
>Delta listens intently, still working dents out of their delicate fingers.
| "Yeah, but it's the city ma'am. they've raised the rent and tax for our district recently."
>Elwood reasons.
| >Ishmael raises an eyebrow.
"Surely the city council could make an exception, and religious places exempt anyway or something? Its been a while since I've been through the legislation but im sure that that law has not been overturned yet."
| "You see, my idiot brother still follows a dead religion, and you know how those are treated..."
>Jake says back.
"And who are you anyway?"
| >Ishmael stands up and holds out a hand
"My name is Ishmael and I run the detective agency just down the road, this right here is Delta."
>Delta gives a short wave before returning to work on their arms.
| "You ever played in a band?"
>Elwood asks.
"Because we need to get a band together to play at some places, and pay off the bill for the Penguin."
"Nun"
"Shut up."
| >Ishmael smiles and lowers the hand
"I'm afraid not, but If you need any more help with anything else feel free to call in on us, we aren't doing much anyway"
| "Well, The coffee's been great, but I think we got to get this show on the road. Literally."
>Elwood places down a cred stick, while Jake makes his way back to the car.
| >Angie smiles and returns to cleaning mugs.
"What a peculiar pair"
>She smiles to herself as she resumes cleaning
| >You see, or hear the car bang and groan in to life as the 2 brothers drive off, in search of band members and a venue.
| >Delta watches the car go. Making a note of the plates.
| >Ishmael shrugs and sits down again. Absentmindedly stirring his tea, gazing out of the front window.
| >Thanks to the power of temporal displacement, this particular roleplayer returns and only seconds have passed by for their characters, mister ginger and mister tall and overly positive!
"Er, excuse me waitress..." >The ginger says!
| >>197440
>The ginger points to his mug of coffee.
"Can I get a replacement? This one is full of broken glass."
| >Angie nods and brings over a fresh one, spilling it a little and cautiously takes away the offending mug.
| >a girl with ultra violet hair walks in. She is wearing a sundress and a baseball cap. She takes a seat at an unoccupied table, somberly. She seems to be deep in thought.
| >Delta examines the new arrival carefully before returning their attention to their arms.
| >Without further though Angie pours a mug and places it in-front of the girl, subtly leaving receipt under the mug.
| >The girl picks up the mug and takes a sip, glancing at the receipt.
| >Angie smiles over her shoulder and returns behind the counter.
| >The girl watches her leave. Her eyes seemingly clouded in thought.
| >Satisfied with their arms, Delta pulls out a packet of batteries, pulls one out and slowly begins to chew it up. Eyes slowly scanning the room.
| >The purple haired girls watches this with a weirded out expression for a moment before sipping more of her drink.
| >Delta returns the gaze, eyebrow raised, daring for the question to be asked.
| >She tries to pretend that she was not staring, slumping into her seat and taking another sip of her drink
| >Ishmael turns to Delta, taking the pack from her hand.
"They have charging ports here you know?"
>Delta dosen't respond, but simply leans back further in their chair.
| >she knows whats going to happen next. She sips her drink again in anticipation
| >Ishmael shrugs and turns back to his notepad.
>Delta vents a quick sigh of gasses before slumping over the table.
| >The girl observes this exchange, the two seeming rather odd, but then again no one in this city is 'normal'.
| >Delta slinks over to a wall, plugging a slim cable into the wall and biting down on the end. Slumping down in an almost sleep like state.
| >Ishmael turns to Angie and winces.
"Sorry about this but your power bill is about to shoot up a notch."
| >Angie shrugs and slides another receipt over the counter again.
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| A young woman stares out of the window. head resting on hands, staring blankly out at the street. Scrubbed wooden tables unoccupied. Each yellow/orange light bulb flickers every now and again and an ancient radio crackles and splutters every now and again. A dead shift if there ever was one.