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"I don't think this is supposed to happen."

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"I've noted that." Michio said calmly, "But I don't see how that question is strictly relevant to whether you've want pheremones with you hot-dog or not. And I really think that is the question at hand. Don't you?"
 
"No, no feckin' pherawhatevers either!" Luicen's blood was beginning to boil, he hadn't run into anyone as incompitent as this since he left his Clan.
 
"Language." Michio said, before turning and efficiently preparing a portion of chips and a hot dog, "Now get a move one. We have other, more civil, customers." He handed the food to Luicen in a rather forecful manner. The sort of manner that read, "Move or I shoot you."
 
Luicen gave a nod and a simple, "Aye."
With that out of the way began shuffling towards a table, muttering to himself.

((You're getting an idea of how brash and isolated Luicen is. He's spent too much time tied up with his Family Clan.))
 
Sana continued to loosen her shirt, unbuttoning it. The heat was too much. What was once tanned adept bronze strength was now bleached near white by the lack of sun star faring fandagos such as those of the StarArmy were subjected to daily.

Her blood was too thick for the broiling heat of a planet and that same pale skin glistened with persperation and the gunfire from her water-pistol.

Ignoring the man before her, she slammed her palm to the counter kiosk.

"Gentlemen. Something chunky, smooth, spicy and sweet. Phermones are welcome. As for the drink surprise me but if you pass 28 percent volume, I'll have to pour it over you. Semen if you must but I need food and only your expertise can supply it."

She pondered, watching Lucien stem a crawl for the table.

"And something cold for afters. This heat is killing me."
 
"Sure." Michio responded calmly, "That'll be 2ks for the 'Spicy chunk fest' and 1ks for the Vodka a la Vodka. Pheremones included are extra taste and a touch of Bliss. Anything else?"

Behind her stood the enormous form of Harold Das, one time mayor of the Destiny, who was waiting patiently (if hungrily) for his turn. Waiting on his table was the everchanging form of Robert the andriod - his volumetric projector constantly changing his facade from various people (usually the polar opposite of the people he was looking at.)
 
The young woman's green yes roamed the kiosk as she pondered. Her business suit was too stuffy for the weather at hand and her judgement was being clouded by Elisa's earlier gift.

She could have sworn she saw a bat.

"Know a place I can hang up my boots and shut down for a few hours? I need to crash. Hard."
 
"Dan's sleeping emporium's not bad. 2ks for the night and you get a relatively comfortable bed. I suppose you can pay a tramp to kick you if you want to crash hard." Michio responded as he got together her order.
 
Her pearly teeth gleamed, appreciating the foreign humor for what it was. Clouds has turned to a soft crashing storm over the hills and valleys of her cerebellum as she passed the srunched cash across the kiosk.

More than she should have given.

"Some thorazine wouldn't go down badly, either" she uttered as she looked back at he who came before her.

"What's with the stiff?"
 
"No idea to be honest." Michio collected the money and put it in the counter, "He doesn't seem to be able to make up his mind over his order. Or whether he wanted a drink. Been relatively pleasant serving you."
 
Luicen had found a seat next to a young man with huge sideburns, who he had tipped his previous meal on before.
"'Lo there," Said Luicen to the uniformed soldier, "'ows things?"

"Oh, can't really say much," Replied the sideburnt soldier, nibbling through a huge steak, "It's just been raining beer and chips, what about you?"

"Ach, the trouble I had tae go through tae get some food," The Highlander responded as he began eating some chips, "Mmmf-It's just stewpid how any nut kin be tossed intae any job, without any previous experience."

"Mmm, sounds like me." Replied the soldier, who had almost finished his steak, "I was 'refered' to the SAoY by my employer because he thought it'd be a good idea if I got some 'hands-on-experience' in the army..." He paused for a moment and thrust his combat knife into his steak, almost going through the plate, "He was such a moron."

"Refered? Hah hah hah! Get someone tae pin a medal to yer chest!" Luicen replied half-heartedly.
 
Sana shook her head. Though the twist was sharp and crisp, the tendrils of her partner's gift threw her through 3 Gs of torment.

Her composure held, emerald eyes exploring the ceiling. "It's usually a nicer experience. You have my attorney to blame" and with this, she took a seat and tried to clear her head.

Food would be soon and spicy food always agreed with her unconditionally.

I swear to god, I'll kill her if she doesn't turn up.
 
Asher Orkin Westwood, Santo Hei recruit, walked the streets of Kyoto to relax himself, yet becoming fairly hungry.

"Burger..." He thought to himself, it was favorite food. Being a beefy fellow himself, he rather enjoyed burgers. He figured the next thing he would do was find himself a diner, or some sort of Burger Producing stand. Until, he stumbled apon the street with a food kiosk.

"Awesome." He savored that thought, as much as he savored the idea of a burger touching his tongue. He stridded up to the kiosk and put his hand on the counter.

"One cheeseburger, and something fizzy, preferably a beer." He ordered.
 
As though responding to her partner's plea (and she was, because that's what I'm posting), Elisa arrived back in the kiosk and sat back beside Sana, smiling at her in that way she only provided for her. "So what's with the getup?"

She knew none of this could be a good thing. But she didn't say that, because saying that would only make it worse.

...but the fact that I said it means it'll get worse anyway. Damn.
 
"Right." Michio said, not understanding or bothering to try to understand, "Next."

"My good man!" Harold grabbed Michio's hand and shook it enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you, now if you would I will have ten burgers. I'll leave it up to you what's in the burgers, I like a bit of diversity myself. Just bring them over to my table will you? This should cover it." He placed a 100ks note down on the counter and went back to the table.

"But we don't ..." Michio just gave in, "Bloody nutcake he swore beneath his breath."

It was around about this time that Dawn and Pete took a seat outside the kiosk while on one of their irregular walks outside the house. How they had gotten off Nepleslia was of course - not important.

"Well this is quite nice." Dawn said quietly.

"Indeed miss, if you like the chaotic destruction look which personally I don't. Do you wish me to purchase anything for you? A beverage perhaps?"
 
Her eyes scanned the room, identifying the new occupant. Through the pink hued glasses of her visual cortex, she observed Westwood's atire melt like hot wax across the floor.

Unbalanced, her gaze tipped, almost screeching and instead yelping a hiccup as she noted Elisa's presence.

"I waited... Entire minutes for you. Almost hours."

Sana was quite the mess, her shirt unbuttoned to her chest, clevage glistening with sweat as did her cheeks. She was beautiful but the heat was far far too much.

Several patrons starred as she slid the barrel of the revolver between her lips. It seemed real enough but only water came when she pulled the trigger, drinking from the child's toy.
 
"Minutes aren't hours, Sana. As your attorney, I recommend you to get something to drink, preferably some of that rum. You keep complaining that the rum's always gone, right? Take the chance; I'm tired of hearing you tell me that."

Obviously, Sana was on drugs. Not exactly unexpected, but still not something she'd seen from her.

Then again, her eyes were largely staring at what she was wearing - not to mention the clevage that she freely showed her.
 
"Hrm... Theres that feeling, that someones watchin' me..." He turned and saw Sana.

"Holy-..." He stopped, and tried not to let the dirty thoughts break his mind, he was hungry, not for a woma-... Bo-

but fo-... Boob-

foo-... Boobi-

"Boobies." was the word went through his mind, and then out as he shook his head. He just looked into the Kiosk, and tried not to stare.
 
Grumbling solidly Michio gathered ten burgers together (with various filling and an enormous dose of pheremonal 'Bliss' in one of them) on a platter and threw it at Harold. Surprisingly Harold caught it easily without losing a single burger and quickly started eating them.

"So Robert, how is the Destiny at the moment?" He asked.

"Oh, can't complain. It's a empty wreck with no colonists, a freaked out crew and what seems to be a homicidal maniac on board who has killed several dozen colonists and fashioned their bodies into an unholy effigy of carnage." Robert responded lightly.

"Oh. That's alright then."
 
Sana announced aloud in the restaraunt as she plucked the reflective revolver from her reflective lips and gave a soft cough.

"It's too damn hot. I've ordered a meal and it will arrive when it arrives."

She extended her hand and took a bread-stick from the table, gnawing on it. She paused midway and gave a cough: Her brain was telling her that the bread was sand.

"Those sweeties you gave me from little Joe did someting."
 
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