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Post by Jackson on Jan 8, 2016 3:57:35 GMT
Jackson had just gotten off the train to Booyah Base when he realized he had nothing to eat all day. Not that it was all that late or anything... but wow. He usually doesn't just forget to eat like that. Must be a special day... he thought to himself as he made his way through the area. While the cold settled in on his flimsy camo sweater, he decided today might not be the best day to play Turf War. He begins to turn back halfway, but a building he'd never really noticed catches his eye. L'oiseau Chanteur he mumbles to himself, walking closer. He has some cash on him... and his Mom doesn't expect him back home for two hours. Perhaps he'll grab a bite to hold him over for later. His stomach agrees with a slow grumble, and he walks in.
The place isn't too crowded, that's a plus... Jackson thinks to himself. He stops to scope out a spot, but quickly abandons it. He thinks it makes him look rude. It's a special day, Jackson. Don't go and ruin it. He briskly walks up to the counter where two taller inklings are, probably employees. He gives the products in the display a look-see... He's decided.
"Uh... could I have two big chocolate cookies--please?" He says to the duo. I hope I didn't interrupt anything...
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Post by Cerise on Jan 8, 2016 5:32:25 GMT
"I'm good , et toi?" She replied, leaning against the counter slightly.
"By the way sorry I took a while back there, had to gussy up a bit~" she added in a more hushed but playful tone, and jokingly bounced one of her curled tentacles in her hand .
She turned to the equally small Pink Inkling ...with interesting fashion sense and smiled. "good huh?"
Cerise then noticed two others walk in and up to the counter, deciding to the set her attention to the Green haired inkling who had sat himself near the front.
"welcome to LoChan, how can I help you?" she greeted him with a warm smile.
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Post by kirb on Jan 8, 2016 5:58:11 GMT
Kirb looked as the menu, not noticing the other Inklings thay were in the cafe. He wanted to stay silent for now (until he got his order). He looks out the window with a quick sigh as his tummy rumbles again.
"I know, quit complaining" Kirb said to his stomach.
He goes back to looking at the menu.
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Post by Todd Winslow on Jan 8, 2016 6:33:46 GMT
"Welcome to Lochan, how can I help you?"
Suddenly, his lapse was broken by a-... Well, rather beautiful inkling from behind the counter sending him a friendly smile. It was strange. The atmosphere, the people, the coziness. It made him feel so... Relaxed. Which wasn't a term he'd been using alot as of late.
*Look away! Look away!* Cried a panicked voice in his head sharply breaking his second lapse in a row as he realized he was beginning to look at her face. Quickly, he jerked his head away from her, staring down between his legs to intently observe the floor with pointed embarrassment.
"Do you guys-Imeangirls! Uhh... Breakfast options?" He replied meekly, not really sure why he corrected himself on that... Nobody gets offended by that generization, right? Right?
"..." He continued his scrutinization of the cafe floor, anxiously awaiting her response. What must she think of him; this green headed weirdo sitting at her counter, mumbling his questions to the floor...
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Post by tracer on Jan 8, 2016 6:58:08 GMT
Tracer remained quiet as he sat at the counter, waiting to be served. Some time later, a green-carrying inkling took a seat next to him. His stride was bit on the stiff side as he sat down. Tracer acknowledged him with a brief glance before returning his gaze back to the counter. From his peripheral vision, he could tell that the inkling next to him looked as if he was about to speak, but no words came out. He was either nervous or at a loss for words as well as staring at him. Not that Tracer cared much. He was used to getting attention like that from the unusual look of his tentacles.
He would not have to endure the gaze for long as the girl approached the neighboring inkling. His reaction told Tracer that he wasn't the best with women, it seemed, but he wasn't one to judge or dwell on it. He started to lightly tap his fingers on the counter as he continued to be patient, making sure that he wasn't making much noise.
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Post by Jackson on Jan 8, 2016 14:58:01 GMT
Jackson stares blankly at the wall for a second before it hits him that he might not have been heard, then that'd mean he just blurted out when nobody was listening. Huh. Maybe I should wait for them to ask me first... oops.
He sits a bit lower in his seat.
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Post by Ervin on Jan 8, 2016 16:44:13 GMT
Beginning to zone out ever so slightly, Ervin rests his head in his hands, gazing out on the scenery of his own café... A few inklings had already gathered up and the day ha hardly even started! Honestly, its a tad overwhelming, be keeping a cool head will get him through the day. Watching as Cerise tended to patrons, he is grateful to have her help... and wondering if his other employee will remember that they have work today.. Regardless, the purple one has... completely spaced out, staring rather blankly toward nothing at all.
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Post by sol on Jan 8, 2016 23:22:48 GMT
The feminine voice snaps Sol out of the delicious thoughts going through her mind. With supersquid vision, you probably could have seen cotton candy above her head. The spoon still resting in her mouth, she gives an excited double thumbs up to the newly arrived waitress to answer her question. "Hmm!!"
The café suddenly buzzing with people when it was almost desert a few minutes ago, Sol appreciates the ambient noise of people's conversations which many people would find annoying. Enjoying the sound of life going around her, she closes her eyes to appreciate the last bits of her dessert, sighing in content.
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Post by Cerise on Jan 9, 2016 1:10:34 GMT
Cerise just smiled and pointed up at the menu above them. "We do, you can always look up at the menu." she replied to the green inkling, and gestured to the other sitting next to him. "same for you, just tell me when your ready." she added.
She glanced over at Vinny, who seemed a little off...she had fully expected him to take care of the other customer who had just ordered something and the other in the back, but instead all she saw was him with a far off look. The petite inkling leaned over and took hold oh his hand, turning to the customers still waiting.
"mmm I'll be just a moment!" she proclaimed, also addressing the customer sitting far off in the booth. Cerise gently squeezed the taller inklings hand and began pulling him toward the back of the restaurant and out of sight of the customers. Once in the clear, she halted and looked up at him, an ever so slight annoyed expression on her face.
"earth to vinny!" she quietly raised her voice,reaching up and cupping his face.
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Post by Ervin on Jan 9, 2016 2:06:01 GMT
"Oh!?"
Looking down at Cerise, Ervin raised an eyebrow. What was she giving him that look for..? And why weren't they out front.. "...Eh?" His memory was a bit fuzzy.. putting two and two together.. "Ah, I am sorry, darling, I'm still very tired... I had to do a few things for my brother and it kept me up almost all night, but I swear I'm fine!"
Putting on a grin, Ervin chuckles a bit, mostly at himself, but also out of nervousness. "I was not prepared for the day, honestly, but I'm sure it will be fine if I just drown in coffee or something, yeah?"
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Post by Todd Winslow on Jan 9, 2016 3:34:57 GMT
"We do, you can always look up at the menu." Replied the gorgeous inkling as she excused herself from the visinity with the only other patron in tow.
"..."
"Pffahaha!!!" He spontaneously burst out laughing, throwing his head back(and nearly loosing his balance!), releasing all his stress and tension with his sudden, raucous mirth! "Of course they have a menu! Gosh, I must seem like such a goof! *Sigh...* Oh well, can't let that get me down. After all! Today is my specia-!!!" He slapped his hand over his mouth quickly, realizing what was just happened! *Did I just think... All that... Out loud?!* He wanted to look around to see if anybody had actually noticed his ridiculous explosion of hilarity, but certain that it would only drop him off back where he had only just come from, he forced himself to focus on the menu.
*I guess they'll just think I'm a really jovial guy!* He thought as he brushed off his second wave of embarrassment in a row. Man! Everything was coming in 2s today... Perhaps... 2 waffles with eggs and sausage? Waffles... Now there was a word he REALLY hadn't used in a while! With syrup and flanked by fryed meat n' eggs... He couldn't help but want those two purple inklings to come back out soon to take orders, despite how *Cough, cough!* well his last encounter went. To keep himself occupied, and avoid dwelling on his embarrassing outburst, he kept on scanning the menu, now on the edge of his seat and balancing himself with the counter. His eyes continued darting to and fro, looking like a giddy child at a candy shop, the thought of so many long lost goodies overwhelming his mind!
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Post by Jackson on Jan 9, 2016 3:51:01 GMT
Jackson began to sit up a bit straighter once the green-haired Inkling a seat away from him burst into laughter. That lightened the mood a bit. He let out a bit of a smirk himself, it was only natural. He looked over, the greenie seemed to be scanning the menu with uncanny... ah... eagerness. He seems nice. Jackson thought to himself. Well since both employees are in back, might as well make some conversation. It's almost quiet... And besides, today's probably a special day for a reason!
Jackson slides himself a chair over and makes as good eye contact and fakes as much confidence as he can muster right now. "Hi! You're here for breakfast?"
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Post by kirb on Jan 9, 2016 4:28:20 GMT
After looking at all the tasty choices in the menu, Kirb placed the menu down.
"Hello?" Kirb called out "I think I'm ready to order"
Kirb suddenly had an uneasy feeling. Did he need to call out or just wait? Never the less, he waited.
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Post by tracer on Jan 9, 2016 4:29:12 GMT
Tracer addressed the server with a nod before she departed. He had not looked over the contents of the menu for more than a few moments before the inkling beside him began to burst out in laughter. The detective stifled a sigh as not to be rude. If this was how he thought out loud, Tracer hoped that he'd keep his thoughts to himself more often than not. He was here to eat, not go deaf.
Putting that aside, his eyes rooted through the selection of items for breakfast. It all sounded appetizing and he wasn't sure which of the items to get. Not that he was a picky eater; as long as it was good food, he'd be satisfied. He rubbed his chin in thought as he looked over the options once more, as well as taking into account the drinks available. A mimosa sounded good right about now.
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Post by Todd Winslow on Jan 9, 2016 6:56:06 GMT
"And how!!! Can you believe the stuff they have here?! And not a single thing lIke boring old rice porridge. Do you think they have nanaimo bars too?!" He asked excitedly, clearly carried away by the luxury that was Lochan's cuisine. Having energetically questioned this yet unseen stranger, he swung about to face this "to-be" aquaintance, not even waiting for an answer!
"The name's T-" He paused... Locking eyes with the younger inkling, once again, the words his new-found enthusiasm had collected were sent scattered back into nowhere. He stared blankly at the young inkling, thoughts of Lochan's foodstuffs abandoning him... Yet, he wasn't stressed or anxious about it. Something about this place, whatever it was, was starting to get to him.
Eyes closed...
*May as well roll with it!* He thought to himself as he breathed in deeply, letting the warm, relaxed atmosphere fill his strongly pronounced chest. "Odd Winslow..." He continued slowly, opening his eyes and offering his hand to this new aquaintance. All the while having forgotten to reaffirm the "T" which should have headed "Odd Winslow".
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