Giving the waitress a charming grin and thanking her for her time,
Uyu flipped through the menu. He supposed that newcomers probably
meant that the people around them had been given different
selections. Not the best business model, but if customers were
curious enough it was a good tactic to keep them coming back to
finally see what was on the non-newcomers section. The diner
definitely had a theme going on and while Uyu was getting pretty
big retro hippie vibes from the decor and waitress outfits alone,
it wasn't a bad sort of retro.
"Maybe it's like transparent." Farinna pictures an "invisible pie"
in her head, then tries describing it. "What if it is... like a pie
shell, you know? And the content, the pie filling and all, are
see-through, like gelatine. So in the end it looks like you only
have a pie shell, until you cut it and see that it's just
invisible."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"It'd be a pretty hilarious. Imagine they placed an empty plate in
front of you." Sucrose smiled as he wandered around the diner,
though he didn't walk too far from the booth. He poked a bit at the
speakers before spotting a waitress and quickly making his way back
to the others.
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"Why don't we all order a different dish? Hmmm..." Farinna checks
the menu, a little confused but then ordering. "I'd go... for a
turkey club sandwich with fries and an invisible coffee. What about
you?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Something was most certainly off about this place. Even the good
hearted talk wasn't making Maverick feel better. He had simply
frowned when the waitress knew that they were newcomers and offered
a different menu. Now the invisible pie...
Whatever, he was a scientist. You can't discover the truth by
shying away from it. "I'm having the tomato basil soup, with a
grilled cheese and an ice water." It was most certainly an odd
choice, considering how warm it was outside. In truth, Maverick
just ordered the first item he saw. He was more focused on
listening to the other's input, as well as finding out just
why this whole situation felt so strange.
"I guess I'll have the blueberry pancakes and some soda then!"
Sucrose sat down at the booth, crossing his legs. "Nothing could go
wrong with pancakes," he laughed and then stopped, "...right?"
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As soon as they all decided on what to
order, the Waitress appeared without even being called. “Your food
will be ready soon.” She said, watching them. She scribbled down
the orders and left.
“How did she..? Huh. Good service?” Everest watched the Waitress
and her branches leave, incredibly confused.
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that
right?”
"Being a waitress is a role, my friend." Farinna smiles, making a
little stereotypical acting gesture. "And some are just naturals in
their roles! And I suppose she is one of those." A thought suddenly
came up. "... guys? How are we sure that they take our currency?
For all we know, we could be in some... foreign country."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Maverick's eyes widen at Farinna's question. He quickly stands up
and pats his pockets, only to find that he didn't have his wallet
with him. He smiles sheepishly and sits back down. "That's the
least of my concerns right now. I don't even have my wallet with
me. What about you guys? Do you have anything on you?"
Now that he thought about it, he didn't have his phone with him, or
watch. What was happening? He would never leave his apartment
without those three items.
-Then again, he would never wake up stranded in the desert with
random strangers either. He bites the inside of his cheek, looking
towards where the waitress disappeared off to. The service here was
definitely unique...
“…well… the menu lists prices in USD, so I should be good as long
as I…” Everest patted his pockets, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“I passed out last night after a long day, thankfully.. I still had
my wallet on me!” He took out his wallet, glad that they wont be
stealing at least.
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that
right?”
Farinna nods and reaches into her pocket, taking out her wallet, a
themed one with a copper dragon depicted on it. Then she... fiddles
with something under the table.
She reaches down and takes off her
left shoe, feeling under the sole and tapping it, until she heard a
small rustling of paper. Then she puts it back on.
"I'm set, I got my wallet and all." She nods, smiling at everyone.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Sucrose squinted his eyes at the waitress, finding it a bit
peculiar but waved it off because the others did. "USD? Oh, that's
great!" He reached into his sweater, fiddling around until he
pulled out an envelope. "I have at least fifty dollars from
yesterday so I'm all set." He pauses and reads the menu again. "The
food can't be that expensive."
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“Well, I don’t think this place gets many tourists, I guess it can
just price whatever it wants? I mean, if that’s the case its
practically a monopoly..” He glanced around.
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that
right?”
"That's not really how economy works though." Farinna mentioned,
looking at the table a little absent-minded. "Hmmm, it can't be a
giffen... no veblen either, else more would come..." She went into
her own little "nerdy economist" corner of the brain, now deep in
thoughts.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Farinna blushes when she heard that response, realizing that she
got a little nerdy again. "Sorry, sorry... I'm no economist either,
my parents are and... well, you know that whole "family business"
trope in TV? Yeah. I'm in it."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Maybe you can become one too. Maybe you can soon read minds!
Quick, what am I thinking of?" Farinna smiles, thinking about
something simple: fencing practice.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.