Post number #477562, ID: d1ce20
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On the edge of the Motor District, a neon sign on the side of a small building flickers feebly in the rain. Most of the words have died, but one still remains bright and colorful: "Millie's". Through the large crystal-clear shop window can be seen an assortment of seating booths and barstools upholstered in a combination of gaudy, shimmering ruby-red pleather and kitschy metal rims, pulling everything together in a quaint (if misplaced) 1950s aesthetic.
Post number #477563, ID: d1ce20
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Twelve stools sit in front of the restaurant's main countertop, and behind it stands a solitary waitress. Her dark hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and obvious crow's feet can be plainly seen on her face. Her nametag proclaims her to be the titular Millie, and she's currently nursing a cigarette between her lips.
Post number #477568, ID: 6b3766
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(You forgot the >)
Post number #477570, ID: d1ce20
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((so I did. use your imagination, my dude.))
Post number #477581, ID: 4c2e1c
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>The door swings open slowly, and a hooded figure peers into the diner for a moment before stepping inside to shelter from the downpour. What exactly were they looking for that they couldn't already see through that enormous window? Guess you can't judge ambiance by just eyeballing stuff. >Shuffling and stomping is heard as they try to dry their feet on the welcome mat just beyond the doorway, not wanting to slip and eat shit on the sparkling linoleum.
Post number #477583, ID: 4c2e1c
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>A shock of unkempt brown hair peeks out from under their hood, though not much else is visible as their face is obscured by the collar of their jacket. The coat is unzipped, and the hood comes down to reveal a young but weary looking woman. She sighs loudly and rubs her eyes before stepping out of the coat completely and giving it a good shake. Droplets of water scatter, most of them missing the target she was aiming for-- the welcome mat meant to absorb this stuff. Whoops.
Post number #477639, ID: d1ce20
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>Millie takes another short puff of her cigarette before temporarily stowing it in a nearby ashtray. Dual plumes of smoke issue from her nostrils like a dragon for a moment, and thin curling trails of it escape the corners of her mouth as she speaks afterwards, still leaning on the countertop with one elbow. "Heya, kiddo. You new here? What can I do you for?"
Post number #477640, ID: d1ce20
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>She motions vaguely to a menu board above and behind her, next to an open window that presumably leads back into the kitchen. The menu options are fairly limited, but for the most part it seems like Millie's is a breakfast diner. Eggs any which way, home-fried potatoes, even bacon and sausage links are available with most orders...which raises some questions about legitimacy, considering the availability of such old-world luxury meats and the cheap pricing of the menu.
Post number #477670, ID: 52dec6
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>The door opens yet again, and a new customer walks in. Average height, average weight, not too strong and with a heavily augmented, almost replaced right arm. >His skin is a light-dark colour, and there's something kind of inhuman about it. >His facial expression is neutral, but he somehow seems excited. >Having been wearing nothing on top of his ordinary clothes, he's soaking wet.
>Not focusing on his surroundings, he bumps into the other, newly arrived customer.
Post number #477671, ID: 52dec6
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>He snaps back to reality, and confusedly looks around, before focusing on the lady in front of him.
"Excuse me."
>He starts walking towards the counter.
Post number #477674, ID: d6f7c6
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>The door opens as another hooded man come in,also soaking wet >The man is wearing a hoodie,a tactec plate carrier over the hoodie,a black trouser and a one-hole balaclava,he also has a duffle bag on his side and a VSS Vintorez slinged on his back "So much for gathering components in the rain" >He walk towards and sit on one of the stools
Post number #477681, ID: 4c2e1c
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>>477639 >She turns her head to look over her shoulder at Millie, and is just opening her mouth to answer when the gentleman with the mechanical arm bumps into her-- potentially with more force than he realizes, given the size and weight of his augments. >>477671 >Slightly startled, she grunts and takes an involuntary step back to regain her balance before responding to his apology: "Y-you're excused, jeez." >As Impulse walks by, she finishes drying off and heads to the counter.
Post number #477690, ID: 4c2e1c
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>>477640 >A limited menu at least makes it easier to pick out a meal-- who has time for those quasi-novellas that restaurant servers hand out to their guests nowadays, anyway? Also means that they should be pretty good at making those few options they list as being available... "Miss, do you serve eggs Benedict here?" >The woman raises her hand slightly before she speaks, beckoning to Millie. She hopes to god this question doesn't get her laughed out of the diner.
Post number #477698, ID: 2ecc12
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>>477690 (Damn,you uncovered me before I even uncover myself,guess thats what I get when I use the same type of description everytime I get into a setting) >Impulse was about to order when the woman ask the question,so he pull back the question to let the waitress take care of the woman's order first,He instead open his duffle bag to check the metal scrap and components inside
Post number #477712, ID: 9a0c39
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"Awh—.. why rain?!"
> A Lilim rushes into the diner with an intent to shield herself from the rain. She didn't pay too well of an attention to those already inside, instead, she pokes her head in an incessant motion.
"Why now of all time—"
> She turns around with a faint look of worry. She eyes the two patrons, along with the lonesome waitress. Maybe she was guessing, but it took her a time before she stepped into picking a seat near the countertop.
Post number #477717, ID: 9a0c39
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> The Lilim has the appearance of an adult woman, perhaps two or three years younger; she is donned with a complete set of business suit. Her hair, set loose, a faded purple that sometimes tinge closer to darkened pink when seen at an angle.
> She gives off the appearance of an office lady, though one that is not at all in her shift.
"Uhm.."
> Her eyes spot the nearby menu immediately, but she hasn't set off any orders to be made.
Post number #477732, ID: d1ce20
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>Millie raises a single eyebrow at the sudden stream of customers coming in all at once after such a dead period. "Y'all come in on the same bus, 'r what?"
Post number #477735, ID: d1ce20
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>>477690 >Millie silently gives a short nod at the question before backing up a foot or so behind the counter and slamming her fist against the back wall with a surprising amount of force. "HEY MAC, GIMME A DOUBLE WHAMMY SLIMEBOAT ON CARDBOARD!" >Millie's yell is sudden and startling, and is immediately followed by a much quieter gruff male voice coming through the kitchen window. "Got it, Millie."
Post number #477739, ID: d1ce20
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>>477674 "An' YOU." >Millie's face doesn't change in the slightest from her vaguely unimpressed expression, but her words suddenly drip with venom as she turns her gaze toward the man in the hoodie. "Weapons at the door, shitlips. No exceptions, or y'get kicked to the street. Capische?"
Post number #477751, ID: 1d7457
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>>477712 >The woman watches as the flustered lilim makes her way to the counter, looking her over briefly before her attention is monopolized by Millie, who is screaming jibberish that is supposed to be her order. Let's hope that cardboard isn't actually cardboard. >>477739 >She struggles to stay silent as she watches the firecracker of a waitress launch a few verbal roman candles at Impulse. Whew, better tread carefully with this one. "Could I get a coffee, too, please?"
Post number #477753, ID: 1d7457
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>>477732 >In answer to Millie's question about transportation, the woman flatly responds: "No bus. Rain has a funny way of crowding strangers into warm, dry spaces. Good for business though, right?" >What irritation is audible in her voice is not directed at Millie-- though that may not be clear to the waitress herself and those other patrons of the diner. She reaches into the breast pocket of the jacket she's draped over her chair, and pulls out a cigarette. "Mind if I smoke?"
Post number #477767, ID: da3678
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>>477751>>477753 "Lord knows I do, kiddo. Feel free." >Mille's gaze flickers toward her gently smoking ashtray on the countertop before she starts to move again, heading for a machine that holds what appears to be a fresh pot of coffee. She ducks behind the countertop and comes back up with a plain white mug before beginning to pour. "Y'look like you could use a cuppa, hon. How d'you like it?"
Post number #477770, ID: 9a0c39
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"I'll take the potatoes and.. perhaps side them with a bacon or two."
> The Lilim gave her orders after idling at the menu for a time. Her attention darts elsewhere then, not particularly to the patrons, but it does feel like she is scanning everyone in her vicinity.
> Although she paid her surrounding a close-cut attention, one can easily spot the Lilim's suit having absorbed enough water to darken. The Lilim doesn't seem to notice this, however.
Post number #477786, ID: da3678
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>>477770 "MAC! DIRTY APPLES AN' A MEATBOW TWOFER!" "On it."
Post number #477788, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477767 "Thanks." >The aroma of the fresh coffee seems to perk her up as it wafts towards her. "Just sugar, please." >She fishes a lighter out of her pocket, places the cigarette between her lips, and cocoons her hands around it as she touches the flame to its end. She takes a long drag, and sighs-- turning her head away from the other customers so as to avoid blowing smoke in their direction. She makes eye contact with Millie. "Want one?"
Post number #477835, ID: da3678
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>>477788 "Nah, I got a brand I like. Thanks anyways, hon." >Millie unceremoniously dumps two heaping spoonfuls of sugar into the steaming mug, and then gives the woman a look. Her eyebrows knit together in thought as she sizes up her customer, and she carefully measures out an even, level third teaspoon of sugar before returning to routine and giving the sugary mess a hearty stir.
Post number #477836, ID: da3678
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"You got a name, kiddo?" >Millie says this as she plops down the mug of coffee and reaches behind her just in time to catch a hot plate of food sliding through the kitchen window, immediately pushing it over the counter to her waiting customer. The eggs and sauce don't necessarily look the greatest, but the smell is nothing short of divine. One thought about the speed of delivery should make it clear, though: there's no way in hell this food isn't synthesized junk.
Post number #477839, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477835 >The woman tries not to smirk at Millie's seemingly intense focus on getting just the right amount of sugar into her coffee. She isn't used to sweetening it this much, but she figures that Millie has been at this longer than she has, so there's no reason not to trust her judgement. >>477836 >She looks around. No one seems to recognize her here... good. Maybe it's okay to start being on a first name basis with a few people. Only a few. People who don't talk easy. "I'm Ei."
Post number #477861, ID: 1422b9
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>A Lilim enters the diner. She is dressed in a light blue shirt, criss-crossed by a grid of golden, diagonal lines. On top of her shirt is a dark blue jacket- Or it would be dark blue, if it wasn't covered in yellow stripes reading "Dio"
>Actually, "Dio" seems to be a recurring motif with this girl- Her bag is the same as her jacket, and as she takes a seat at the counter it becomes clear her nails, too, have little yellow "Dio"s floating in them.
Post number #477863, ID: 1422b9
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>All Oenone is doing right now, though, is looking at the menu board, trying to decide what she's going to have. She's humming a little song- David Bowie, by the sounds of it.
Post number #477868, ID: b367d7
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>>477839 >This earns a comical snort from Millie, and the corner of her mouth turns up in a teasing grin. "Is yer last name Bea, hon?" >>477770>>477861 >She gives a slight wave of acknowledgement to the girl who just walked through the door, while turning her gaze to the soaked Lilim businesswoman at her counter. "An' what 'bout you, darlin'? You lookin' fer someone?"
"Hmm...? Oh!" *She starts, locks of deep blue hair bouncing with the movement of her head.
"No, just sort of... browsing the menu, I suppose."
Post number #477873, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477868 >Ei snorts. "Cute. First time I've heard that one, actually." >She takes a sip of her coffee, enjoying the heat radiating off of the cup that's slowly warming her hands. A muffled "oh!" makes it's way out of her mouth-- it's surprisingly well-matched to her tastes. Maybe all of those Sugar Rushes she drank in her recent forays into GC's various bars influenced her palette. "Mmm--" >Ei then notices Oenone out of the corner of her eye, and chokes on her next sip.
Post number #477874, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477873 >She hopes Oenone didn't hear any of the previous conversation. Ei goes by either her family or (truncated) given name, but would prefer never to be known by both. "H-hey, Oenone!" >Her finding out is inevitable at this point. Aikawa Ei(ko) just decides to let it happen. "Still stylish, even in this rain, huh?" >She splutters awkwardly, coughing in between phrases. Putting the cup down, she takes a hurried drag on the cigarette she had since wedged between her fingers.
Post number #477875, ID: 3e2826
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>>477869 "Not you, sweetheart, I was talking to this darlin' with the taste fer bacon. Take yer time with the menu, though, lemme know whenever yer ready." >>477873 " 'S good, right? I always say a good cuppa joe is good fer the soul." >Millie thumps her chest proudly before resting her hands on her hips, but her posture changes as soon as Ei begins to cough. "Whoah there, kiddo. I know it's good but be careful, yeah?"
Post number #477880, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477875 >Aikawa hasn't been called 'kiddo' this many times since she was in grade school. She can't tell whether it's meant to be endearing or demeaning. She chooses to believe the former. Clearing her throat and picking her cup back up as if making a toast, she speaks: "H-hah yeah, you'd be right there, Millie." >The combination of nicotine and caffeine is giving her the jitters. Her hands tremble a little. She takes notice. "Uh, you got an ashtray?"
Post number #477884, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477877 >Aikawa isn't even going to pretend she knows what that means. The only rating system she uses regularly is the GCS, and right now she's wishing she was somewhere between a 12 and an 8 on that scale. "It's what rated?" >Her eggs are getting cold. She should probably take a bite. She does, and is immediately consumed by the thought of how good they are. "Shit Millie, this is a fucking treat!" >Let's lean closer to a 12. This isn't so bad. She should stop being so paranoid.
"IP68! It means I'm dust-tight, protected against access to hazardous parts and protected against the effects of temporary submersion! Hester wanted to get an IP69K frame, but that's too specialized and would interfere with my style-changer."
Post number #477888, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477886 "Flowers over chocolate; not the other way around?" >She takes another bite. Good thing that mention of cardboard was actually short order cook slang. "Hester's an interesting person." >She brightens a little more with each mouthful, and begins to forget the cold, lonely, and miserable walk here. She says, wryly: "Did she pick this coord, too?"
Post number #477889, ID: 967503
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>>477880>>477884 "GOT A PLUS ONE, MAC!" >A truly massive, calloused hand waves through the kitchen window for a moment, and the quiet, gruff voice speaks again. "Thanks." >Millie gives Ei a thumbs up before wordlessly pulling over the ashtray by the register. "He likes it when folks enjoy his work, heh. Mighty kind of you to say so."
"Oh, no, that one's all me. The Utahraptors at the Jurassic Realm were super cool, and reminded me of this one manga Wren really likes. One of the characters could turn into a Utahraptor and it kinda looked like this-" >She shows off the "Dio" stripes on her jacket.
Post number #477900, ID: 3fd4ec
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> The Lilim who gave silence as a long-standing answer looked around to find a new customer already in the diner. She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to rejuvenate herself, and perhaps to see her environment better.
"Ugh.. static again. I hate the water now."
> She quietly murmured before attempting to blow warm ambient air to her hands. She kept an idlic pose as she stayed to listen on the diner's new liveliness.
Post number #477916, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477889 >Aikawa continues to chow down, and answers Millie through a mouth full of food. "How could I not?" >She swallows, wipes her mouth on her napkin, then turns back to Oenone. >>477891 "Looked kind of like what? You mean they were blue and yellow, or that they had a thing for heavy metal?" >She chuckles at her own (bad) joke. "Glad it got you inspired. Who's Wren?" >Aikawa takes one last drag on her cigarette before putting it to rest in the ashtray. Talk now. Smoke later.
"Nah, the guy's dinosaur form just looked a lot like this outfit." >Oenone stretches.
"As for Wren, she's, well... She's my other mom. Like, Hester is the one responsible for the physical aspect, but Wren's the one who does all the teaching and stuff."
>Having finally arrived at the counter, he looks at the bartender with his dead expression.
"Have you heard about something called Is Hula? Maybe from a story, or possibly a rumour or advertisement?"
Post number #479195, ID: f7f499
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>>477982 >Busy setting up a fresh pot of decaf, Millie doesn't even look up from what she's doing to address the guy. "Never heard of it. You gonna buy somethin', or we're y'just here for the question?"
Post number #479199, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>477967 "What is this manga she's reading, anyway? Sounds like a trip." >Aikawa finishes her eggs, and takes another sip of her coffee. She wishes she wasn't almost done with her meal, since finishing means exiting the diner and subjecting herself to the elements once again. "You'll have to introduce us sometime. Sounds like good people." >She smiles at Oenone. >>477982 "Called what? Don't think I heard you right."
Post number #479217, ID: 3c6b91
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>>479199 "Is Hula? I think that is what the man there said?"
> The Lilim interjects the conversation, attempting to answer the question not thrown at her.
"It's an awfully strange name. What is this… thing supposed to be?"
> She widens her eyes to show interest, but she quickly retracts the signs.
"O-of course, I'm trying to meddle! It's.. I just have a weird penchant for strange names."
"I could try to explain it, but when >>>I asked her the exact same question you're asking me now I came out of it knowing even less than when I started out, and she knew her way around it... I don't wanna think about what'll happen if I try to explain it while half-remembering stuff.">Oenone grimaces.
Post number #479235, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>479217 >Aikawa turns her attention to the drenched purple-haired lilim, who until now seemed to Aikawa like she was lost in her own little world. "... Thanks for clarifying." >She gives the lilim and the man with the limb augment a closer look. Is she really just here for the bacon? Is he really just here for... breakfast, I guess? Whatever. >>479230 >She holds up a hand as if to say 'no worries.' "Haha, I get it-- have a few work pals who are into complicated stuff like that."
Post number #479238, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>479230 >Aikawa drains the rest of her cup of coffee. A thought dawns on her-- something she had meant to say in the past but only remembered to bring up just now-- kind of a non sequitur. "Oenone, did you know you share a name with a historical figure?" >She leans towards Oenone, elbow on the counter and her jaw cradled in the palm of her hand. "Second banana to Helen of Troy."
Post number #479254, ID: e7d920
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>>479217 >The wet guy turns to the lilim, and seems somewhat happy.
"No no. It's fine. The more people interested, the bigger are my chances of finding out what it is. Is Hula is the name of... something. All I know is that it's a location, but I'm not sure if it's fictional or not."
>>479195 >He momentarily turns back to the bartender.
"It would be rather rude not to order something, and I'm in the mood for a sugar rush, so that's my order."
Post number #479258, ID: 07e2e4
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>>479254 "...A what?" >Millie raises an eyebrow at that. "Son, this is a breakfast diner. We serve the OPPOSITE of alcohol. You get lost or somethin'?"
Post number #479303, ID: 4cea4b
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>>479238 "Wait, I do...?" >She turns her entire body to face her friend, her interest piqued. She places a brown-plated finger to her lips.
"Sorry, I'm awful at history..."
Post number #479310, ID: 5f24e2
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> A curvy white haired catboomer slowly walks in and looks around curiously. "Woooow...This place is kind of interesting." >Giggling to herself she wanders in and takes a seat at one of the stools.
Post number #479314, ID: 07e2e4
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>>479310 >Millie glances up from what she's doing just long enough to take note of her new customer and the cat ears that came with them. "What can I get you, hon?"
Post number #479315, ID: d17cb6
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> The Lilim quietly takes up the time to observe again. Each new customer seemed to make her fall into a mode of silence. Her plate was already half-empty the moment she paid any amount of attention to it.
> Though it's unclear what her reaction to the food was, if her faint smile is to be trusted, then she has put a liking into what she ordered.
Post number #479324, ID: be3fab
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>>479314 "Yeah,alright,fair enough" >Impulse said before he stand up to lay his VSS Vintorez by the door,and also unload the magazine from the gun >He walks back and sit on the stool,he pull back his hood and put on his headset,waiting for his turn to order
Post number #480697, ID: 23da3a
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>>479258 >Surprised, he turns to what he previously thought was a bartender.
"Wait what? Fuck! I've been searching all kinds of bars for information. I thought this was just another bar."
>He seems to calm down a bit, and looks at the menu.
"I'll take, uh... eggs?"
Post number #481646, ID: 07e2e4
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>>480697 >A slight smile curls up the edges of Millie's lips, and her eyebrows raise a little in an expression of mild amusement. The poor guy in getting of her is clearly somewhat bewildered, and she can't help but find it funny. "How d'you want 'em, hon?"
Post number #481679, ID: 07e2e4
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>>481646 ((...how in the shit does autocorrect turn "front" into "getting"?))
Post number #486674, ID: c30f1d
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>>481646 >The guy can tell that she finds it amusing, and it makes him visibly embarrassed.
"Cooked."
Post number #486880, ID: 4f64f2
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>>486674 >Millie gives a slight snort of disbelief and stifles an actual laugh. It takes all kinds, huh? "Yeah, alright. Can do, bucko. MAC, NEUTER THE DOG AND GIVE IT SHINGLES!" "You got it, Millie." >Millie reaches for the pot of coffee resting on a nearby burner, pulling up a mug from beneath the counter as she does so. "Y'look like you could use somethin' to wake up, pal. You want a cup?"
Post number #487917, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>479303 >Aikawa chuckles. "I'm not great at it, either. Just really liked ancient history and that name happened to stick." >She rakes a hand through her hair and lets it rest on the back of her head, rubbing it slightly as she thinks aloud. "Paris of Troy dumped her for Helen. Guess our girl had a face that could only launch a hundred ships instead of a thousand..." >Aikawa drifts off, losing her train of thought as she watches the catboomer walk across the room.
Post number #487930, ID: 597abc
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>Yet another visitor walks in, he had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he yawned. "Greetings, hope I'm not gonna go adding to much to the orders..." >He said huffing a bit as he took off his fuzzy hat.
"I don't actually know who any of these people are, but I believe you!" >Oenone's gaze follows Aikawa's, and the Lilim's hand drifts to her own, comparatively lacking chest.
>Then it shoots up in the air, and she waves at the newcomer. "Hi, there!"
Post number #487968, ID: 4070ca
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>Impulse got tired of waiting "Can I have a bacon and scrambled egg,thats on the menu right?"
Post number #490160, ID: 9dae34
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>>486880 >He nods, still embarrassed, pulls out a doujin. The cover is barely visible, but the title is readable. >*Tiny Evil 5* >He starts reading, and looks like he wants to move on to another establishment.
Post number #490167, ID: 2524ca
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>>490160 "That's a risque read you have there, mister."
> The potato-munching Lilim commented straight on to the man after taking a gulp. Although she has stayed put in quietness, the doujin seems to have risen her interest — for better or for worse.
"Unless I know it wrong, aren't those books supposed to belong in the bedroom?"
> She unsubtly hints at something in her words, but she asked the question in a mismatching flat intonation.
Post number #490195, ID: 71df2d
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>>487930 "Yer fine, hon, just lemme know what you want. Menu's behind me, and we've got a case fulla pastries and breads y'might like."
>>490160>>490167 >Millie takes one look at the cover of the comic this guy is reading and openly rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips. Not even bothering to ask how he wants his coffee, she soon hands him a steaming cup of something that's more milk and sugar than it is bitter caffeine.
Post number #490202, ID: 37d6e6
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>>479314 >The white catboomer smiles and waves. "Do you have pancakes? I was hoping for a combination of those and some fried eggs. Oh and I want ketchup on the eggs."
Post number #490220, ID: c849d2
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>>490195 "Okay fine,I'll umm have some banana bread and uhh, I dunno whatever cola you have..." >The man would take his hat off his brown hair rather messy as he pulled it off, seemed soft though! "Well, I guess its that kinda place huh?" >He said taking a glance at the man reading the doujin.
Post number #490228, ID: becd2e
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>>487948 >Aikawa's focus breaks as she notices her friend turn to look at the diner's new alluring patron along with her. Oenone's glance from the cat boomer's chest to her own somehow prompts Aikawa to do the same, in a chain reaction that's almost comedic. She's not exactly well endowed, either. "Uh, well--" >As she watches Oenone wave enthusiastically, Aikawa feels the need to give the newcomer a nervous little wave as well, before turning her attention back to the lilim.
Post number #490229, ID: becd2e
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>>487948 "D-don't worry about that." >She blushes and aims for a smooth delivery of her next statement. "J-just 'cause you share her name doesn't mean you share her history." >Not too bad, keep going. "I mean... >>>I-I don't think you'd be anyone's second pick, king or not." >Damnit. She looks away, trying to find something else to concentrate on. The menu... the menu! Maybe she'll order something else. Can't say awkward stuff if your mouth is full of breakfast.
Post number #490230, ID: becd2e
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>>490195 "Millie..." >Aikawa's voice cracks as she tries to get a hold of the waitress. "C-could I get a couple of waffles, please?"
Post number #490241, ID: 182b72
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"Nice delivery girl! Maybe cut it down on the nervousness, just be yourself and ask her out, most of the times she'll say yes, works for me atleast." >The newcomer stated. Seems like he has to comment on everything.
Post number #490257, ID: 126a0c
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>Impulse take off his headset and his balaclava,hoping that "obliterate" is a slang for bacon and scrambled eggs
Post number #490259, ID: 659426
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>>490241 >Aikawa's gaze jumps hurriedly between fuzzy hat guy, Oenone, and the nearest light fixture in the diner. Her ears are burning and her throat is tight. A few nondescript sounds make their way out of her mouth before she's able to settle enough to speak. "Didn't your folks teach you eavesdropping is rude?! Put the damn hat back on and cover your ears!!" >How embarrassing. She mumbles to herself: "Besides... that wasn't exactly my intent. Just wanted to give a compliment."
Post number #490261, ID: 597abc
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"That wasn't too shy of a flirty compliment miss, you seemed rather nervous about it too, so I would think if they were someone you didn't have a thing for you would just straight up complement them on their looks however you seem to have a thing for her judging how you were blushing and shuddering. face it miss, you got a thing for your little friend here..." >He said pointing at the girl.
Post number #490270, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>490261 >Aikawa unconsciously starts bouncing her leg under the counter, rapidly becoming very peeved. As much as she wants to clear up any confusion she's caused, she doesn't feel she owes this guy any sort of explanation. Biting her tongue is getting old. "Chummer, I don't know what you could possibly be getting out of this, but if you're hoping to see some sorta woman-on-lilim action stem from this interaction, you're in the wrong place."
Post number #490271, ID: 597abc
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"No, no... Man if I wanted that I would ask no? I mean some people call me a reincarnated cupid, I call myself a love fairy..." >He said with a rather serious tone "Nah I'm fucking with you, I just like helping poor saps get it big time, I used to be like that then I got a tutor! Man I slept with four women at a time once..." "If you don't want my help that's fine, but your gonna keep bumbling and studdering your whole life when your friend over there asks you to make out... "
>Thankfully Oenone has the social intelligence of a fucking Roomba and any implications of the last comment go completely over the Lilim's head. "I know, I know, don't worry. Anyway-" >She briefly turns to the waitress. "I'll have waffles too, please!"
>This conversation causes Oenone to turn bright red. She squirms in her seat, and the "Dio"s floating in her nails suddenly interest the Lilim a hell of a lot more.
Post number #490287, ID: dc4f1d
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>>490202 "TRIPLE ORDER, MAC!" "Yeah?" "ONE, CLOUD NINE AN' A BLOODY TARGET PRACTICE!" >>490230 "NUMBER TWO! CRISP THE WINDOWS!" >>490285 "DITTO THREE!" "On it, Millie. Here, catch." >>490160 With practiced ease, Millie catches another plate of food as it slides through the kitchen window, setting down a plate of sorta okay-looking fried eggs on buttered toast in front of the doujin. By contrast though, the smell of the fresh food is absolutely to die for.
Post number #490289, ID: dc4f1d
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>>490220>>490271>>490270 >Less than ten seconds pass after catching the eggs, and Millie's already got a plate with two slices of banana bread, warm and spongy. Placing it before the man with the hat in his hands, she gestures to the door. "Soda's all in the vending machine out front, slim." >She leans ever so slightly over the counter and speaks lowly, the next words hissed between her teeth uttered with such ice that it could make a ghost shiver. "Do. Not. Harass. My. Clients."
Post number #490290, ID: dc4f1d
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>>490289>>490271 >Resuming as normal, Millie ducks under the counter and retrieves a coffee mug. "If you don't wanna get caught in the rain again fer a soda, y'can always have a coffee, hon!" >The statement that comes out of her mouth is so energetic and sugary sweet that it's actually pretty unnerving, given that her usual state seems to be constantly bordering on boredom. Doubly so after that last very private word.
Post number #490316, ID: 27659c
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>>490290 "Can I have a coffee too?" >Impulse ask
Post number #490357, ID: 4a2ebd
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>>490167 "I prefer bathroom over bedroom to be honest, but yes. That's the most common use of it."
>>490195 >He grabs the cup and takes a sip. It's hot, but most importantly, it's not coffee. It's fucking disgusting. Still a little embarrassed from before, he doesn't say anything. But fuck. That's some Vietnamese shit, but worse, and with lower quality.
Post number #490359, ID: 837ca5
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>>490285 >Aikawa is silently very grateful for Oenone's uncommon ability to take statements at face value. Ei is a simple woman at her core-- she says what she means, and means what she says. No more, no less. "Jesus fucking christ..." >>490271 She turns away from the man and plops her face in her hands, clearly very frustrated. Something between a low growl and a groan is heard as she shakes her head. Pretty women and personal compliments have never been her strong suit.
Post number #490361, ID: 837ca5
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((whoops, forgot to red text the bottom, sorry!)
Post number #490364, ID: 837ca5
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>>490286 >Aikawa senses Oenone's growing discomfort. She sighs loudly. "Ignore him, Oenone. Don't like having my words interpreted for the people they're intended to reach." >Had she not been in a public place, this could have ended differently. She's not about to get kicked out of the diner and miss out on those waffles, though.
Post number #490371, ID: cea554
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"Coffee is disgusting, I'd rather drink lighter fluid..." >The man replies to Millie seemingly unfazed like a ghost. Maybe he is a ghost! "I dunno give me some juice or something..." >He said, he decided not to mess with the poor girl as she clearly didn't want his help and was a lost cause. No use wasting using his magic if she wasn't willing to take it.
"Y-Yes, yes!" >The Lilim nods, quickly regaining her composure. She reaches out to gently pat Aikawa on the back.
Post number #491716, ID: 32e485
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Post number #492057, ID: 9d6fc5
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>>490410 >Aikawa exhales deeply, relieved that her friend is now significantly less distressed. As she zones out a bit, her phone begins to go off in her back pocket, jolting her out of her trance and startling her slightly. "Oh, what now--?!" >She pulls the phone out of her pocket, and her eyes widen upon viewing the ID. Slowly, she gets up off her stool at the diner counter. "... I'll be right back. Millie, where's the restroom?"
Post number #492083, ID: 461c12
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>The white catboomer quietly eats her breakfast while listening on the conversations around her. She doesn't appear to be listening too hard. Before she eats..she pulls up her cream colored sweater-dress' hoodie over her head. How odd!
Post number #492180, ID: 384f1e
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>Impulse is now juggling empty VSS magazines
>Oenone simply watches the cat boomer, interest of some sort on her face.
Post number #492261, ID: f472c6
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An ice-breaking cough comes from the suit-wearing Lilim. Her plate has turned empty, leaving only what little residue left from the bacon.
"I'd like to have a tea if that's an option, 'Tender."
> She neatly put the utensils she used on top of the plate; the act makes one think she has too much attention put for the littlest things.
"If not then… I'll take milk or a coffee shot with milk? Any warm drink will do me well though."
> She added quickly as she waved to the waitress.
Post number #492262, ID: f472c6
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(I forgot pink-texting the first paragraph. Whoops.)
Post number #492665, ID: 4cea4b
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>Two new visitors have arrived! Both young women, dressed in bizarre-looking suits and... Quite the assets, actually. The one in front- wearing a magenta suit covered in hearts -drags her friend by the hand to the counter. "Moshi Moshi!"
Post number #493640, ID: cc0b3b
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>Impulse finish juggling his magazine and put them back in his chest rig
Post number #494917, ID: 84a3cd
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((I'm sorry folks, it seems I don't have as much time or energy for this as I thought I did when I began. I'm gonna have to abandon it for now, but hopefully I can open up again.)) --Wrench/Millie (and Mac)
| On the edge of the Motor District, a neon sign on the side of a small building flickers feebly in the rain. Most of the words have died, but one still remains bright and colorful: "Millie's".
Through the large crystal-clear shop window can be seen an assortment of seating booths and barstools upholstered in a combination of gaudy, shimmering ruby-red pleather and kitschy metal rims, pulling everything together in a quaint (if misplaced) 1950s aesthetic.