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Post by Crystal on Dec 24, 2006 11:35:39 GMT -5
Crystal yawned and curled up in Kiddo's chair while everyone was looking at some magpie writing thing that had just zapped Kat silly. Maybe it was Exploding Runes.
Nobody really knew how the ninja girl got there, but that's the way of ninja anyway.
Unlike Kiddo, Crystal was dressed in a simple, short, pale kimono... a good deal more like a bathrobe than a kimono, in fact. She wore no slippers and her hair dripped. In a ninjalike kind of way.
She stretched, resembling something rather like a large cat - in a bathrobe. "So... Stal turned you down again, huh?" she asked the fox-phoenix lazily. "Told you it was a bad idea, but why'd you call me?"
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Post by Ebil on Dec 24, 2006 13:10:49 GMT -5
Ebil was having a very posessive day - she glared daggers at Fraze, who was, in her mind, 'stealing' her job (he didn't notice.) Then she decided that, if other people were allowed to do her job, she sure as borovan could do theirs. So she grabbed a notepad and pen off of a nearby counter and walked briskly across the cafe to the table where two newcomers had seated themselves. One looked vaguely familiar; the other was someone she'd never seen before.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Welcome to the NTWF cafe, I'll be your waitress today." It was Kit and Fen's fault for not getting there first, after all. And there were plenty of other customers for them to wait on. "If there's anything you need, feel free to ask! When you're ready to order, flag me down."
A sodden, smoothie-covered weasel dragged itself across the floor nearby; Ebil carefully nudged it to the side with her foot. Somehow she didn't feel it would make a very good impression.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2006 13:27:48 GMT -5
Claire looked up at the waitress. "You talking to us?" she snapped.
"Would it appear that way, stupid?" Sammy argued to her alter-ego.
"Don't call me stupid, shower-face," Claire growled.
"Hey!" Sammy yelled. "You stole that from me! I learned that one in French class, you seal-ing shower!"
"It's not yours, you never claimed it!"
"Yes I totally did!"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
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Post by Fraze on Dec 24, 2006 16:07:37 GMT -5
Fraze was vaguely aware that he should not be where he was, especially with the three people around him seemingly on the verge of a fistfight. He finished the last of his smoothie and turned to go to the bathroom. On his way, he nearly stepped on a pink creature. At first, he thought it was just another one of the weasels that had been swimming in the maroon drink, but realized it was a meepit. It was squeaking angrily at him and seemed to be pantomiming something about castration with a spork.
"Oops...sorry," Fraze said quickly and returned on his journey to the bathroom.
He soon noticed water on the floor.
"Oh, jeez," he muttered to himself. On top of the magic fiery table, on top of the smoothie-covered weasels, on top of the two girls that had appeared in the middle of the shop, on top of Ebil coming ever nearer to having a conniption...the toilet was overflowing.
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Ebil at a christmas party
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Post by Ebil at a christmas party on Dec 24, 2006 16:34:23 GMT -5
((Totally OOC: Um.... I was trying to wait on Strife and Plushie.... XD but this works too.))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2006 16:35:49 GMT -5
((OoC: Then it's a good idea to state that. XD Or else we'll have much confusion.))
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Post by Strife on Dec 24, 2006 17:12:10 GMT -5
((OoC: Don't worry Ebil, I got it covered. x3))
As it was obvious that Sammy and Claire were not ready to order, Ebil slowly backed away from their bickering and approached another odd-looking couple: Strife and Plushie.
Notepad and pen in hand, she smiled at them and said "Welcome to the NTWF cafe, I'll be your waitress today. Are you two ready to order?"
Plushie began to make her choice. "Yeah, i'll have the-"
"The Soup of the Day, with a hot dog on the side, mustard only, and a glass of lemonade." Strife interrupted. "Yes, yes i'll have the same thing."
Ebil looked at Strife curiously, and then looked at Plushie. She nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"O...kay then!" she smiled again and walked back to Sammy and Claire to see if they were ready yet.
Plushie immediately turned to Strife. "How did you know what I was going to order?"
Strife leaned forward in his seat. "Listen... I don't know how many times i've tried to explain this, so i'll just say it. I'm stuck in a time loop. I keep repeating the same day over and over again, and nothing I seem to do can change it."
"What? You're joking!"
"Come on! I guessed what you were going to order."
"Lucky guess. Besides, you could simply be psychic."
Strife's head sank. He lifted it again. "I'm not psychic, and i'm not lying! I have plenty of other evidence that proves what i'm saying."
He looked around the cafe momentarily, and then looked up at the Weewoo-shaped clock hanging on the ceiling.
"Okay, pay attention Plushie. In about 23 seconds, Bag is going to walk behind that counter," Strife pointed to the counter on the opposite wall of the cafe. "Right now he's on a really long lunch break. He's going to pour himself a cup of coffee, but before he can finish, Fenrix is going to whisper something perverted in his ear that causes him to spill the coffee all over his pants."
"What?"
"Just pay attention! Five, four, three, two, one..."
Plushie looked curiously towards the counter, and noticed Bag approach the coffee machine and pour some coffee into a white cup. Soon after, Fenrix, obviously on a dare of some sort, walked over to him, giggling slightly, and whispered something perverted into his ear. Bag jumped and his eyes twitched, and the steaming hot cup of coffee in his hand slipped away and spilled all over his pants. He let out a loud "aaauuugh!" and rushed into the kitchen area to fetch some towels.
Plushie turned back to Strife, her eyes wide. "Whoa... I guess you're really telling the truth..."
Just then, Kit walked over and set their plates of food on the table. "Enjoy!" he said.
"Thanks!" replied Plushie. "My my, that was fast..."
"Thank you." said Strife, nodding and smiling a little. Kit walked away to attend to another customer.
Strife picked up his hot dog and munched on it voraciously. When he noticed that Plushie was looking at him funny, he paused his eating and continued to talk about his problem, holding the hot dog in one hand.
"I was working in the Space Station as usual. We were researching a breakthrough in Virtupets technology that would make time travel possible... sortof.
We were inventing a device called the Temporal Zit Remover that would eliminate zits on people's skin by transporting the zit back in time, to a period where the it didn't exist. I was one of the first to test it, because my face needed to be perfect for my date with Leoness and I didn't want a dark smudge on my forehead where I popped it. That's just, ewwww...
Unfortunately, the device had some unforseen side effects... Shortly after testing the zit remover, I had visited NTWF Cafe for the first time, right here, at this very point in time. You greeted me in the exact same way you did earlier. I looked around, had a quick bite to eat, talked with some friends, and generally had a good time.
When I went to sleep, I woke up and I was standing outside the cafe again. When I walked in the cafe, you greeted me the EXACT same way as before. At first I thought I was dreaming, but after I went to bed again, I appeared outside the cafe for a third time."
"Wait a second." said Plushie. "How many times have you repeated this day?"
"I lost count... At least thirteen times so far."
Plushie gasped. What could she possibly do here? She worked in a completely different department of the space station, and didn't have the slightest knowledge about temporal mechanics.
"Now look..." continued Strife. "I understand that this must be confusing to you... But I can't live like this forever. I need help. And I need it quickly, because after midnight, I disappear from this temporal plane and go back to the beginning of the day, and this whole things starts all over again. And by that time, you won't remember what my problem is. As a matter of fact... from your point of view, in your timeline, theoretically I won't exist anymore.
So, will you help me?"
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Post by Ebil on Dec 24, 2006 18:04:35 GMT -5
((OoC: Thank you Strife ^^))
Ebil tapped her foot impatiently as she watched Sammy and Claire argue. Tap, tap, tap....
Bored, she glanced around the cafe. The Virtupets employee, whom she now recognized as Strife, was saying something to the stranger with light green hair, who was looking concerned. Then, simultaneously, both of them turned to look at the counter against the wall. Without really noticing, Ebil did so as well.
Bag was pouring himself a cup of coffee. As she watched, Fenrix, smiling gleefully, approached. Cupping a hand around her mouth, she whispered something in his ear which caused him to look startled and lose his grip on the cup. The cup, it seemed, did not appreciate it, and splashed all over the poor coffee-boy's pants. "Aaaaugh!" Bag ran towards the kitchen.
As Claire and Sammy hadn't made up their minds yet, Ebil decided she could probably take a few seconds to go check if Bag needed any help. She took a step forward and abruptly noticed, by virtue of the cold water splashing suddenly in her shoe, that her feet were no longer tapping, but splooshing. The floor was covered in water.
Fraze was looking at the ankle-deep liquid with some degree of trepidation. "Oh, geez..."
"Fraze, what's with the water?" said Ebil, confused. "Did someone leave a faucet on?"
"Er... actually, I think the toilet's overflowing..."
"The toilet's-" the hamster-girl stared at the door to the cafe's bathroom; indeed, water was flowing out from under the door at an alarming rate. "Oh, no!" She took a step towards the door, with the intent of finding out what was causing the problem - and quickly stopped as more water made its way into her shoe. "Um..." Maybe it was just as well. After all, Sammy and Claire still hadn't ordered.
Ebil had a sudden vision of the cafe doors bursting open, unleashing a flood of water on the town. She quickly pushed the vision out of her mind.
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Post by Kat on Dec 24, 2006 19:06:26 GMT -5
Kat stepped forward and planted her staff between Sammy and Claire so each fiery tip pointed at one girl. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," she said calmly. "Let's not start a brawl in here. How's about I treat you two? Would you like some food? Drinks? Separate tables?"
She glanced around the cafe and saw an ominous puddle of water forming. Without a second thought, she raised her still-throbbing right hand and spoke a single powerful word. A ball of violet fire erupted from her fingers and whooshed towards the water. The heat emanating from it started evaporating the water, but more kept on coming.
"I can't keep this up," she said. "If I do, I'll faint dead away. Learned it the hard way a thousand times."
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Post by Zylaa on Dec 24, 2006 19:48:08 GMT -5
Zylaa counted out 55 shinies for Fraze whenever he got back from dealing with the toilet. That was just... ick. Anyway. There was something going on with a dead magpie and magical writing on the table. "In Discworld, vampires use magpies as spies," she announced to the world in general as she sipped her smoothie. Most of the weasels had regathered to eat their smoothie, but a few still frolicked around the store. One weasel had clambered up into the rafters and launched itself at Strife with a cry of "shiny!" Zylaa watched as, without even looking up, Strife held up his hand, caught the weasel, and flung it directly to her. Odd... she thought with a frown.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2006 21:30:23 GMT -5
"Hm so?" Sammy uttered. "Claire knows a few healing spells --"
"Like I'd ever use 'em."
"Perhaps you want some assisstance?"
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Dec 25, 2006 9:42:01 GMT -5
"Right.." Kit said to himself as he reached up to the shelf that had been pointed out to him by his new, squeaky, tiny, little employer. "..I'm working for a critter that looks as theatening as a rabid meepit, which is what it most probably is." He fished around before finding two weasels and a bag of chocolate mix. He promptly dropped the weasels into the nearest cauldron and proceeded to pour out more than half the bag of chocolate mix into a tankard that looked more suitable for beer.
It wasn't his fault they didnt tell him where the mugs were.
Looking around, he found a kettle of something that resembled water, 'cept a bit bluer. He tasted a little and found nothing wrong with it so he poured the whole thing into the tankard, not forgetting to stir the whole thing.
The finished result looked, smelled, and tasted ( yeah, he tried it first ) like chocolate. Proud of his new creation, he found an innocent little flower-plant and plucked a violet flower and balanced it nicely on the edge of the tankard. With any luck, Kat would pay more attention to the flower than the rather brutish container it was resting on.
He made his way out with the mug ( tankard ) of hot chocolate.. and almost dropped it. He could've sworn there were way less customers when he went to get the drink. Either they had been breeding as rabidly as he could, or the cafe was some sort of magnet for the weird. "One thing at a time.." he told himself. Kat would be waiting for her choclate.
After a few minutes of fighting his way through the mass of fur and limbs, he made his way to where he had left Kat, only to find her trying to boil water? Maybe he had taken too long and she decided to make her own hot chocolate. That was some weird water she was boiling though. He couldn't remember seeing a water outlet in that area apart from the toilet. She must have a weird taste. He made his way over to her,
"Um, miss? Your chocolate.." he said, offering the tankard to her.
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Post by Kat on Dec 25, 2006 10:30:40 GMT -5
"Oh, thank you very much," said Kat. She shook her wrist once and let the orb of purple flames hang over the puddle of water, evaporating it as it came. Already the mage could feel the power draining out of her as the fire kept going, so the hot chocolate was definitely going to be a big help.
Her eyes hovered first on a flower on the tankard. It was violet - a shade she favored. She looked at her waiter and commented, "This is quite an original touch. I'd like to know your name." Kat decided to tuck the flower into the collar of her robe, but it didn't work, so she stuck it behind her right ear instead.
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Post by ♥ Zav on Dec 25, 2006 10:36:39 GMT -5
Zav peered through the window of the NTWF Cafe. "It looks a tad bit hectic..." she muttered to herself. Shrugging, she pushed open the door and grinned. It was the sight one could only expect. An NTWF couldn't be any less insane than this.
Closing her eyes she sniffed the air of the Cafe. Coffee. She hated the stuff, but the smell was divine. "There's a seat." She muttered again, her laced up boots clumping towards an armchair positioned next to the window. Her red curls bobbed beside her head and she flomped into the chair ungracefully. She picked up the menu which lay next to the vase and examined it. On the left corner there was a splodge of smoothie. Consequently, a weasel appeared on her lap, trying to get the smoothie. "Hello, there." She patted the weasel and continued to examine the menu.
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Post by Ebil on Dec 25, 2006 14:35:43 GMT -5
For a moment, Ebil wondered why everyone kept seating themselves, bypassing the function of a greeter; then she sighed and decided she should probably try adapting. Like an amoeba. Amoebas were highly squishy creatures whose highly squishy adaptions to circumstances usually proved beneficial for them. She, however, was not a squishy creature; just a wet one who was going to be in need of a change of socks if Fraze didn't stop the flow of water from the toilet soon.
So, she walked over to Zav with as much dignity as one could have in ankle-deep toilet water, and said, "Hello, welcome to the NTWF ca-" just then a weasel scrambled up the back of her coat, causing her to yelp and drop her notepad.
"HEY!" momentarily forgetting the customer, Ebil twisted around to try and grab the weasel, but the slippery thing had perched itself on top of her head. Snatching the animal, she tried to fling it away, but failed. That was when she noticed that there was something very strange about this weasel. for one thing, its fur was crimson, pure crimson. And its eyes were far, far too large. And it wasn't struggling to get free from her grasp like a normal weasel would; it was just... watching her to see what she would do.
"Um..." after assuring Zav that one of the waiters would be attending to her shortly (although Kit looked... indisposed at the moment), Ebil decided to personally deliver this weasel to Zylaa - she thought maybe it was sick or something.
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