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RP: The Fringe [Chapter 4.0] - Dawn

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Tam replied "Thanks for the suggestion, that sounds like a good idea to me." He settled in to wait for the line to move some more as his stomach started to make its own opinion known of the situation. He hadn't eaten in quite some time and his supercharged metabolism was prodding him with a stick to tell him that he needed to find food.
 
Diner "9"

Six Four nodded in agreement with Tam, while sending a follow up message to Sienna regarding its previous message and that she should ignore it as the situation was solved. The freespacer went to reply to the man but he had left or at least was out of earshot, so with a shrug Six Four went back to observing the crowd and people watching.
 
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Shrie looked around in a bit of panic. She leaned in forward to be heard by the freespacer. "Doctor," she said in low voice. "I am not familiar with these meals. Would you suggest what to eat?" It would be easier for someone else to choose the meal. In this kind of situation, Shrie was not completely in control and it was harder to make decisions.
 
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Six Four lifted its finger to speak to the Lorath, but it paused and unbeknownst to her a look of uncertainty washed over its face. It had no idea what to recommend. Normally the doctor had decent caloric intake plan in place for itself, and for others if they asked, balancing the proper amount of consumption without waste and without dying from starvation. However, the question that Shrie had asked raised some personal questions such as what was It going to eat for breakfast?

Glancing up at the large menu over the kitchen area, as well as check the one pulled up in its HUD, Six Four realized that "Healthy and Nutritious" was not on this menu and thus its normal small cup of fruit was not there (or if it was, slathered in gravy).

"This one." Six Four started to say again before pausing, "This one... does not know."

A very quick twitch occurred to Six Fours head before it spoke up again a few short moments later, "This one apologizes, This one has no idea what it would like to consume as well. Though judging from the rest of the patrons here, calling out a number seems to work well, though it can be someone of a gamble seeing how many choices are on the menu...... Perhaps we should consult the food serving attendant on what is most popular, or the least deadly."
 
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"I doubt the food would be deadly," Shrie said with confused look. It was pretty prepostrous that they would serve poisoned meals here. Shrie looked at the patrons around them. It seemed they were all eating and she could not see anything ill happening to them. Not even those finished with their meal. "If there is something, it works slow. I think we can eat and should something bad happen, we have you as an expert. We can just say random number. Might be.... interesting." Shrie said to the doctor.
 
Diner "9"

Seth scratched his chin as he stood in line to get something to eat surveying the patrons. His usually well groomed hair was unkempt and stubble was growing on his cheeks. He had hardly slept and hadn't bathed for two days and he noticed that a couple of the people in line around him were giving him disgusted looks and rudely holding their noses. His stomach grumbled violently and his mouth watered with the aroma that was in the air. It took him two days to "earn" enough money to eat and he found himself once again cursing that pilot for the way he outrageously charged him for the ride. Seth was listening to snippets of conversations going on around him when he heard a man with a strange accent. Intrigued he scanned the line and saw a short muscular man talking to a lady in a strange helmet, at least he thought it was a lady, and a type of lizard man that he had never seen before. Forget the man, there was a chance to learn about a big lizard creature.

Seth started toward the group as the man left muttering apologize as the bumped into and shoved past people stopping behind the group. "I'm sorry to bother you guys today, but I've never seen anyone quite like you and was wonderin' if you could tell me where it is you're from?" He asked the lizard man giving the entire group a sheepish grin as he thought of how bad he must smell.
 
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Six Four looked over at the person who decided to go and start talking to them at this time. The Doctor was about to speak but realised, or assumed, that the individual in question wasn't talking to it. Figuring that if it was needed it would be addressed it went back to deciphering the menu as well as the chefs lingo. Why would he want to make two cows cry? Seemed rather inhumane.
 
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Shrie was set back for a bit bt the appearance of the new person. It was rather unfortunate that the tall fyunnen's companions decided to not handle his inquiry. This of course meant that Shrie had to say something to the man with crooked nose. Shrie at least figured that would be something she had to do. Still her eyes were watching Seth and she was ready to spring to action, should the man try anything that could endanger Shrie or her companions.

"Hello," the fyunnen started. It seemed like a good start to her. "I think.. we are all from different places. I was born on Lor." Shrie partially answered Seth's question, deciding to keep it simple for now.
 
While waiting for Tam to reply, he shifted slightly to redistribute the weight of his bag on his shoulders . Seth noticed the 'Spacer about to say something to him, but before he could change his focus over, she turned back toward the menu. He decided that the Gartagen wasn't going to respond and was about to give up on this group when he heard the Lorath woman say hello to him.

"Hi," he replied turning his head to look at her and gave her a quick once over as she went on to answer his question. The way she was looking at him unnerved him slightly, but how else would you look at someone that randomly approached you. "I've heard very little about Lor, but I didn't think the inhabitants would be interested in greasy and slightly questionable food. Do you or the 'Spacer know anything here that's tastes decent even if it'll sit in your stomach like a rock later?" He asked, nodding towards the menu.
 
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Shrie watched the man with care. His athletic stature told her that the man either spent some his time exercising or that he had combat training of sorts. Either in security or military. His crooked nose made this theory lean towards idea that he was a fighter and not a into sports. On the other hand, if someone from Nepleslia did not have any old wound it was fairly weird. Either they really were not from nepleslia or had enough money to fix their faces. And only two kinds of people came to money on Nepleslia. Mobsters and politicians. This guy luckily did nbot seem like either one. Though he looked like someone that could be hired by a mobster or politician to do their dirty work.

His jacket was clearly bullet-proof or had some sort anti-knife layer, judging how heavily it sat on him. Shrie was also sure that the man had a pistol on him, which did not made her unneasy. She spent last few months in Nepleslia, where she was the weird one for NOT having a pistol. The fyunnen woman also saw that the man's glasses were some kind of electronic device and not just to hide his eyes. All in all pointed to this man being dangerous person. At least to some with as much experience as Shrie. On the other hand he was friendly enough, so Shrie decided to not antagonize him in any way.

"Well," Shrie replied. "I do not know local meals. We were hungry though so we came in. We were choosing, when you started talking to us."
 
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The little bit Seth had heard about the Lorath didn't quite fit with what he saw seeing. He was told that they were big, strong ferocious warriors, but while She was tall, standing over a foot taller than him, she was pale and thin and looked like she was malnourished. The facial scars and only possessing one wing however showed that she had survived, what his lack of knowledge about their physiology led him to believe, to be considerable trauma at some point, which would make her incredibly strong. His pistol was in the right hand pocket of his jacket ready to be used at a moments notice, but Seth had no intention of doing anything with it. He didn't feel like these people were a threat and he hadn't been able to just chat with anyone in a while.

"Well they have Neps doing some of the cooking, so they probably have pretty good beef. The only problem is figuring out the food that goes with the titles on the menu," he replied. Thinking about the name on the ID he acquired earlier. "But where are my manners, my name is Sam Parker." Just because they didn't know about him didn't mean he wanted to give out his name. Someone in here is bound to have heard a man named Seth Rogers wasn't well liked by the Nepleslian government.
 
Tam tilted his head at the man as his brain processed the obvious lie, then he simply shrugged, if someone wanted to hide their identity then they probably had a good enough reason for it. "I'm known as Tam and I am a Gartagen, if you've ever heard of us that is." Tam said as he continued looking the man over and deciding that even with the weapon he likely had he wouldn't have time to become a threat if it came down to it.
 
"I'm sorry Tam, but I have never heard of or seen any of your people. Maybe later on in my travels I can learn more about them and other things not nepleslian that I haven't heard of." Seth replied as he eyed the man behind his glasses. If worse came to worse he decided, Tam and the Lorath would cause quite a problem, one he probably wouldn't be able to handle alone. He put on his best smile to make himself look nonthreatening even if it was more for his benefit than theirs. Appearing afraid might make them think he was up to something and that would not be good.
 
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"I think random choice will still be the best." Shrie stepped back in and back to the culinary discussion. The fyunnen aproached the teller to ask for her food. She saw that most meals were numbered so she decided to just say one of those number randomly and see what she gets. She was not too worried, since she was thankfuly able to to eat almost anything edible. How bad could food in legal restaurant be? "I will have number 13 please." Shrie ordered at the counter.
 
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Despite the way her outrageous dress might suggest a pointlessly rebellious or apathetic attitude of a teenager, the girl working the register when the group finally approached the counter was surprisingly sweet and friendly, smiling brightly at the Fyunnen as she placed her order. "Number thirteen, sure thing!" she replied cheerily, tapping a few spots rapidly on the touch screen jutting out of the counter in front of her. When she looked back up with her obviously false-colored, vibrant purple eyes, she glanced at the rest of the group in turn. "Will these orders all be together, or separate?" she asked. The way she was able to maintain a bubbly demeanor with every single customer in the overcrowded diner was truly astounding, given the motley assortment of people she surely dealt with day in and day out.

Meanwhile, a tall and lanky-looking Nepleslian man with silver-flecked, short brown hair, gaunt cheeks and ashen skin -- and a skimpily-dressed and entirely-too-attractive-for-him young woman on each arm -- tried to squeeze past Seth, and one of his female companions bumped into him. While it was clearly an accident, the platinum-blond-haired beauty wearing little more than a gaudy, silver bikini top and cutoff denim shorts that were unbuttoned at the top, made a point of theatrically bouncing off of him and stumbling into the hollow-looking man who was escorting her. With a venomous scowl, she whipped an icy gaze in Seth's direction and bared her pristine white teeth. "Hey, asshole!" she snapped. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

The gaunt man, who had been looking the other way as he was lavishing attention on the dark-skinned brunette on his other arm, took immediate notice of the alleged violation of his other companion's personal space, and glowered at Seth. "You got a problem, man?" he hissed in an oily, unpleasant contralto voice.
 
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Seth looked over at the Lorath woman as she walked up to the counter. "Well that's one way t-," he had begun to reply when something bumped into him, cutting him off mid-sentence and causing him to lose his balance slightly. Instantly, his hand was in his pocket gripping his pistol as he whipped, muscles tensing, to face his "attacker".

Out of all the things he was expecting, a scantly clad woman was not on that list. He relaxed slightly and removed his hand from his pocket. "I'm sorry m-" he said, trying to apologize but was cut off yet again, this time by her being quite rude. Seth just couldn't believe his luck, now he had some man issuing what sounded like a challenge. "No sir, there isn't a problem." He replied smiling. "Your friend here just bumped into me. Now, I'm going to go back to talking to these fine people while you go wherever it is you were headed earlier. Understand?" The smile never left his face but his voice had turned hard and cold, his eyes glinting mischievously as he watched the man.
 
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Six Four, satisfied with its decision after furiously debating with itself in the confines of its own head and helmet, approached the counter next.

"Greetings" It said to the cheerful looking punk, "This one believes we will all be paying separate, or at the least this one will. With that being said, This one will have what this establishment is most known for. Minus the onions if that is possible."

After placing its order Six Four turned around to let Tam up to the counter and noticed the new person placed on the precipice of an arugment with another new person. Shaking its head at the situation, Six Four decided to ignore it for the moment seeing as the situation did not call for the doctors direct involvement... though the man may be suffering from some aliment and what it suspected were his two companions were obviously a bit delusional.
 
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"Separate please," Shrie send taking out her paycard from her suits cleavage. It was best way to hide it without chance of it being stolen. As the commotion behind started the towering Fyunnen turned around and frowned. She went out to have dinner with her new hopefuly soon to be friends. Now some arsehole had to start making problems. Shrie might not trust Seth yet, but she still liked him more then that bastard who started antagonize him.

Shrie turned away from the cashier, letting Six-Four handle it and hid her card again. She walked up to the man and his bimbos and looked down on them.

"Please," she started. "No one wants trouble. We just want to eat. No need to bad things."
 
Tam looked at the man with the scantily clad women and pondered him before turning back to the cashier and saying "I'd like to order the Al'Guskiaka if you don't mind"
 
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The green-haired cashier continued to beam her smile at the offbeat pair of "ladies" before her, her eyes moving back and forth between them as they spoke in tandem, and nodded. "Sounds good," she replied cheerily, and completed Shrie's transaction on her register. "That will be seven KS, please."

As Tam approached the counter and placed his order, the cashier's overly-sweet facade didn't falter at the apparent interruption. "Oh, a lot of people love that one," she replied to the Gartagen as she patiently waited for Shrie to pay. "Hang on a sec while I take care of hers, mmkay honey?"

Just behind them where Sam stood, the hollow-looking man glared coolly at the veiled threat, his sunken eyes narrowing in response. However, the seven-foot winged Lorath joining him clearly wasn't what he expected, and despite his best efforts to conceal it, a look of concern flashed across his face before it was replaced again with the tough-guy veneer. "If'n y'all don't want trouble, your friend here should learn to respect a lady, yeah?" he crooned in his sickening voice, levelling his glare once again on Sam. "Now, you gonna apologize so we can forget this whole thing, or you gonna lose some teeth?"
 
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