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The Doctor had enough of this, and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. It made a bizarre noise as he used it to make the jukebox explode. Sparks flew everywhere, and he pushed Meerfall and Benet out of the vicinity of the explosion. "Explosions aren't the smartest things to stand near," he said.
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It totally came out of nowhere. The Doctor whipped out his strange looking device and caused the whole jukebox to explode. He was surprisingly fast enough to move both he and Meerfall out of the way.
After the Doctor's remark, Benét just sat there in shock. "....This bar is far more crazy than I thought." He said as he helped Meerfall and himself to their feet. |
The Doctor threw his sonic screwdriver into his pocket and started digging for something else.
Obviously the others were quite impressed. (Maybe not, but he sure thought so.) He was quite good at saving people in a quick and efficient manner, and might just have shown off a little. He nonchalantly started playing with a yo-yo that he found in his transdimensional pocket. |
"WEHS MAH CAROHNA!!!!"
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"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat that?" If there was one thing that annoyed the Doctor, it was rage.
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When confronted with anger, the Rydrake usually mauled someone, or sliced their head off using his wings; however, he sensed this would be inappropriate in such civilised surroundings, and restricted himself to a hard look.
Civilised? Was blowing up a jukebox civilised? He mused on this for a moment, then asked the Banette about it, adding that he would be delighted to know his name as well. |
Overhearing the Rydrake's question to Benet, the Doctor remarked, "Of course I'm civilised! But you must remember I'm not human, nor am I from Earth. It's only logical that I have a somewhat different sense of being civilised than you do."
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"The same goes for me," replied the Rydrake. "I'm neither human, nor native to Earth. I'm from the planet Nessa, in the Nanairo system. I also spend most of my team butchering the forces of darkness, so I suppose I have no right to comment on how civilised people are."
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"Nessa? Nice place, although I can't say I'd want it to be my home planet. Gallifrey is fine with me." The Doctor paused for a moment. "Did you say butchering? That's not really the nicest way to do things."
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"It's not like I have a choice." The Rydrake shrugged, which made his wings slice a large chunk from the ceiling. "I am a gigantic six-legged killer ice leopard with razor wings. I'm amazed I've stayed rational for all the time I've been in this bar, really, considering I don't actually possess full sentience."
He paused for a moment, pondering the import of what he had just said, then added: "And Nessa isn't a nice place at all. It's one massive desert covered in sandstorms and evil mining tycoons." |
"Yes, like I said, it's a nice place." The Doctor smiled as if he had a plan, as if he was about to talk the Rydrake out of violence. Which was exactly what he intended to do. "Oh, but you're too nice to kill anyone. You refrain from it out of courtesy. Right?"
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"Um, appealing to my better nature probably won't work," cautioned the Rydrake. "I'm a wild animal. I kill things. At least I only kill the forces of evil. I mean, I eat ice and minerals, so no one gets hurt there."
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"Well, I tried," the Doctor sighed. "But you know I don't approve of killing unless it's absolutely necessary. You ought to at least try to find a happy medium before you resort to that." Here he was again, acting like the morality police.
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"Come, don't be depressed!" cried the Rydrake. "Let Zygons be bygones, and all that. I shall find something to cheer you up."
He finished his ice and did a quick circuit of the bar, searching for anything that might restore the Doctor's former good mood; however, he was forced to acknowledge that there was nothing of interest in it, and also that he had no idea what might cheer the Doctor up. Stumped, he was about to give up when he spied a payphone, and hit upon what he thought was a brilliant idea. The Rydrake took a few coins from the barman's pocket, put them in and dialled the number for Rent-A-Clown. "Good morning," he said. "I would like to rent a clown, please." He listened. "Very well," he agreed at length. "That would be perfect." His good deed done, he sat down and waited for the clown to arrive. |
"Why are you renting a clown?" the Doctor asked, eating a handful of Jelly Babies. "You know, I've never liked clowns for some reason."
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"I thought clowns made humans happy," said the Rydrake helplessly. "Oh dear."
At this point, a clown walked in; fortuitously, he was a normal person, and consequently fled the bar screaming as soon as he had entered it and seen its decidedly unusual clientèle. "Well, that's settled, at least," the Rydrake said philosophically. A few moments later, however, the clown came back, with a puzzled look on his face. "Hang on," he said to the Doctor. "Are you Tom Baker? Can I have your autograph?" |
"But you have to remember I'm not a human," the Doctor pointed out.
"Of course not!" he said to the clown, "I'm the Doctor. Although if you really want my autograph, you can have it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Pen of Rassilon and the Notepad of Rassilon, signing his name sloppily on one of the Notepad Pages of Rassilon and tore it out. |
The clown looked nonplussed, and would have argued had he not seen the Rydrake and run out screaming again.
"Oh well," the Rydrake sighed. "At least I tried, I suppose." |
"You don't need to try and make me feel better, there's nothing wrong in the first place." The Doctor played with the Yoyo of Rassilon while eating the Half-Eaten Apple of Rassilon. Why did he even have that in his pocket, anyways?
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"Fair enough." The Rydrake yawned cavernously, then noticed the time and sat up quickly. "Oh. Sorry, but it looks like I'm going to have to leave. Jeena said that if I waited this long, Rallen would probably have got himself into enough trouble to necessitate my intervention."
He stood up, made his goodbyes, and forced his way out through the ruined door. Which was just as well, because a little while later, the Cutlerine changed his avatar, making the last few pages of dialogue completely nonsensical. |
Benét just watched in confusion as the so-called clown arrived to the Rydrake's call.
He loved to clown around sometimes. But actual circus clowns? He just found them utterly weird....like himself. After the clown left, Benét spoke up again. "Hey, Doc. Can I take a quick look at one of those 'jelly babies'? I have never heard of a weirder name for a candy." |
*walks in*
*in a drunken slur* Hey guys, Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear. I thought I should tell you that I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow. Yes I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow. |
The Doctor waved at the Rydrake as it left. "Pip pip cheerio!" he said, then realized that it was something he'd never say.
He gave Benet a Jelly Baby. "But don't call me Doc. My name's the Doctor." He then looked at the person who had just entered. "But wouldn't you prefer a Jelly Baby?" |
The Doctor realised there was a bowl of nuts in front of him. Before he could inspect them, one sprung to life and rolled across the bar, yelling "Don't eat me"!
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The Doctor grabbed the screaming nut and inspected it. "...This nut is totally unnatural." He tore one of the eyes off it. "And flimsy, too." He threw the nut behind him and tried to take a bite out of the Cookie of Rassilon. "I only wish Rassilon was a better cook, his cookies are more suitable as rocks."
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'Let me through Let me Through i am queen of Belinsk'
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Benét took notice of the talking nut that the Doctor took out from the bowl.
But when he saw him toss the nut away, Benét instantly reacted. He zoomed out of his seat and caught the nut before it landed. "Phew!" He said relief. Holding the nut level to his face, he asked, "What are you doing here?" |
"Are you really talking to a nut?" The Doctor asked Benet. But then he realized his voice sounded different and that he was wearing a ridiculously frilly shirt. And a cape. "Is there a reason I'm dressed the way I was before I regenerated? Why do I feel like I suddenly know karate? And why am I surrounded by dolls? This reminds me of that time... I was on Earth and there was this... thing from space. ...Almost like a spearhead." He really ought to look in a mirror. Or at least reverse the polarity of something.
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"Never insult us nuts" the nut yelled out, surprising everyone around him. "At least, those with bowler hats. We have more style and intelligence than you think."
Suddenly remembering Benet's question, the nut gave the ghostly figure a vague answer, consisting of "well... You don't really need to know, do you?" |
"Of course I do." Benét responded. "You, of all creatures, hiding in a bowl waiting to be eaten."
He brought him over back to the counter and put the nut down. "Sooo....." He started, but he couldn't think of anything to say. After all, what can you say to a talking nut? |
The Doctor hadn't noticed the nut's hat until now. "It is quite a classy hat. It would go well with my cape, I bet." He swept up his cape in his hand and let go of it so it'd make a nice swishy sound. "Yes, I should like a hat like that."
He stopped rambling about the hat, picked up one of the dolls surrounding him and threw it at the wall. It was rather disturbing, and he just wanted it out of his face. |
"Then I will tell you... Wait, where did my doll go? It was my friend..." After being stared at by the Doctor and Benet, the nut added "I got quite lonely... Haven't you ever named things as you got more lonely?!"
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"Well, there is my car," the Doctor said, "her name is Bessie. Although that wasn't because I was lonely, I just needed a way to get around while the TARDIS wasn't working. Luckily, I fixed that, just needed to reverse the polarity."
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meerfall was helped by benet to get back on her feet. "thanks" meerfall said to benet "it was the flood by cherl cole..."
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Before Benét could say anything, Meerfall sat next to him and took a white colored drink.
"...And remember this, Mr. Nut. If there's anything worse than being eaten, then that's being eaten with a glass of-...wait." Benét grabbed Meerfall's attention. "What's that you're drinking? Milk?" |
The Doctor picked up the nut. "Will you dance with me? I think it'll be rather enjoyable." He stuck the nut in the pocket of his question mark covered sweatervest, then started to play the spoons, which oddly enough he was rather talented with. He then started dancing around the room, still playing the spoons and with the nut in his pocket.
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"Err... I don't like dancing, as I've got... Well, the 2 left feet joke won't work if I've got no legs, will it..." The nut started feeling a little dizzy after the Doctor danced around the room. The spectacle of what was happening shocked the many bar patrons.
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"I'm not really dancing that badly, I don't see how you can be dizzy," the Doctor said, as he danced around the room gracefully,with his cape gracefully swishing around.
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A man in a suit and bulletproof vest walks in, carrying an MP5.
He looks around, realizing that this is a (milk) bar. He slings the gun across his back, seats himself at the bar. "Can I have a vanilla milkshake?" |
"I'm evil, yet i end up at a milkbar" complained the little master of evil sipping the milk out of a silly straw
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The Suit eyes the place, noting the destroyed jukebox, tapping his fingers on the bar.
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When he saw the man walk in with a gun, the Doctor immediately stopped dancing, probably to the relief of the nut in his pocket. He walked over to the man. "Excuse me, who do you think you are, waltzing around with that thing like you're a member of UNIT or something!" He stared at the man's gun nervously, although still hoping he'd get to show off his karate skills.
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Before he could wait for Meerfall to answer, Benét saw the Doctor pick up the Nut and...started dancing with it.
"...Weird. Just hope he doesn't smash it." While watching them, Benét saw a dark, shady being sitting close by, having a drink. He looked so....familiar. He tapped his shoulder for attention. "....I've seen you somewhere before. Who are you?" He quietly asked. |
Incredibly obnoxiously and with disregard to anyone else in the room, a fairly heavyset Hiker bumbles into the pub with too many bags on his back for one person to be able to logically carry. "Oh ho ho!" he proclaims loudly, poking everyone in the nose with his walking stick. "Ho, ho... sure is humid... like a sauna, boy, I tell you what!" he says, stumbling over stools and people on the ground drinking milk. He finds himself in a seat next to the bartender and leans over to him. "By the way, boy... you ever had a lover?" he whispers, before grinning the biggest grin he could and getting back up. He proceeds to exit the building, crushing a small nut under his boot on the way. At the door he turns around and says to some guy at a table next to the exit, "Man, that thing was way more hot and humid than I was expecting!" Without waiting for a reply, he continues on, "But I think I gotten to know you a little better, boy! Y'know?!"
...then he leaves, leaving only several flipped over barstools, a crushed nut, and a couple of indentations in the floor where he had walked. |
is trying to get up, and shouts to the hiker "Hey you Gorrilla! Pick these stools up!"
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Then Red kicked open the door and walked in, while everyone in the bar stared. He said, "Gimme a chocolate milk in a dirty glass!" He turned and looked at the crowd. "What're you all starin at? Ain't you ever seen anyone order a drink before?"
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Placing his own stool back in place, Benét said, "Ah, don't worry. Big guys like that are dumb anyway."
He returned his attention to the dark, tiny man. "What's your name?" He asked. |
The Suit rolled his eyes as he watched the Hiker stumble and grope his way out.
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The Suit eyed the man with the nut in his pocket, wondering the heck this guy wanted. Albeit wandering into a random bar with a fully-automatic MP5 and Glock pistol wasn't the best idea, he was thirsty! |
The Doctor acknowledged that he still had the nut in his pocket and casually plopped it on the counter.
"Oh. Right. I actually work for UNIT as a scientific advisor. Doesn't mean I approve of the way they do things, though. It's more out of necessity," he said, "But I'm not British, I'm from Gallifrey." He took a seat, he was apparently going to stay a while. |
"... The Hiker had crushed my brother... Ah well. Bound to happen..." the nut still felt sorry at his loss.
"UNIT? Nasty bunch of people. Tried to capture me at one point... Didn't work, all guns blazing." |
"Well, that's just how they are, they see a problem and they start shooting at it. There's a reason I think 'military intelligence' is an oxymoron." The Doctor reached in his extremely large pockets and pulled out a nut, one which looked a bit strange, and definitely looked inedible. "You don't happen to know this nut, do you? I bought it from this man on the street while I was in a parallel universe, in the year 2052. Or was it 2053? I'm not good with dates."
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"Looks familar, yet it is no nut," the nut couldn't believe this strange caped man. "That's a daffodil bulb..."
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The Doctor looked kind of embarrassed. "But he called it the nut of the future! What a liar. What is it with humans and lying?"
"...Not that I don't." What an understatement. |
"Did you hear about the names of the new guys travelling around Unova?" Started Kaiser to Ethan. "Their names are Hilbert and Hilda!" The Minun tried to control his laughter but fell to the ground, laughing out loud.
"Well people and Pokemon in Unova seem to have weird names though." Answered Ethan as he wondered if Kaiser's milk has been spiked with Vodka. |
"I think those are quite nice names," the Doctor said, pulling out his recorder. "Shall I play a song?" He started playing a song on his recorder, but was interrupted when he knocked a glass of chocolate milk on his foot. "Oh my giddy aunt!" he shouted. It shattered all over the floor and made a mess of his plaid pants. "Oh dear, oh dear. That made a nice mess. I suppose I ought to clean that up?"
He started to wipe it up with his handkerchief, but got sidetracked by the Minun. "I don't think I've ever seen anything like you before. Do you like the recorder?" He played a song again on his recorder, completely ignoring the mess he made. |
"The price you pay when you let armed rambo-wannabe bureaucrats loose with international jurisdiction." The Suit noted bitterly, "Can't keep their fingers off the triggers, y'know?" Then, he realized he was talking to the caped man's back, shrugged his shoulders, and turned back to the bar, still waiting for the shake.
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Walks in and his ears extend in excitement at all the people!
"Hiii~! Do we have any Digishakes here? Anyone wanna play?" |
The Doctor turned around, knocking over another glass. "Oh, butterfingers!" He exclaimed, wiping up the milk. "Now, where was I?" He went back to his conversation. "Well, you know what I say about guns. ...Actually, I don't really have any particular saying about them. But I still don't like them. I don't really like the decor in this room either. Who decorated this place, anyways? It's hideous."
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"I'm not sure as well." Replied the Minun. "Why don't you ask the barman where ever he went."
The evil Minun looked around and saw a weird looking creature entering the bar. "Never saw anyone like that before." He thought in his head. |
Ace the epic Buizel strolls in dramatically, strolling up to the counter.
"Milk and soda. Hold the soda." he says to the barman. He looks around at the other occupants of the bar: Minun, Calumon, The Doctor and some sort of talking nut. Ace decides to assert his authority by blasting the Minun with a Water Gun. He sits down to enjoy his hard-earned soda-less milk. |
Further angered after blasted away, Kaiser gets up with electricity charging through him.
"You @&£$%£@$%£@^%&$£*$£@£@@!" screamed the Angry German Minun. "I'll kill you for that!" Seeing his angry Minun, Ethan decides to change seats to avoid getting caught in the impending crossfire and takes Dratini with him. |
... Once again, the nut felt a hostile atmosphere build up. Instead of avoiding it like a normal thing would, he bravely hopped between the Minun and Buizel and suddenly bellowed in a surprisingly loud voice for a nut:
"You're both idiots. All of us have drinks, so electricity would hurt us all, and your Water Gun wasn't too strong. Why assert authority when the main authority in the room is the barman, who can easily kick you out". The barman behind the bar nodded slowly, his gargantuan size easily overshadowing the now terrified patrons. |
*Sasuke walks in and pauses*
Something is telling me.. I'm in the wrong town. *Looks at all of the pokemon* Well... *take a seat at the bar* I'll have.. A water? |
*walks in,dances and walks out*
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"What the chocolate cheesecakes?" gasps Ethan. Ace leaps around the room, stealing all the drinks while the other patrons are distracted.
Ace the now rather intoxicated Buizel burps, dropkicks Minun out the window and slumps to the ground, groaning, crushing the nut under his butt. |
The Doctor ran over and pulled the nut out from under the Buizel. "You know, you shouldn't sit on people... Or nuts. I believe they consider it impolite." He set the nut in a chair, then started to play some really outdated music on his recorder.
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"And Kaiser didn't do anything to you!" Ethan shouted at the impolite Buizel.
Another wave of German curses are heard outside the bar. A few moments later, the Minun returns to his seat. |
Ace shakes his head drunkenly, wondering why a strangely-dressed young man is yelling at him. Suddenly, he hears his favourite song being played on the recorder, and begins breakdancing.
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"Oh my giddy aunt!" The Doctor shouted, sticking his recorder back in his pocket and running over to the Buizel. "Are you having a seizure? You know, at times like this I wish I was actually a doctor..."
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Then, as if it was suddenly, there was someone up against the wall of the bar on the other side of everyone. With him was many cats, and he was simply watching what was happening in amusement.
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THEN SUDDENLY: ASH.
"Man, what in the world..?" He blinked in amazment, briefly wondering just how anything like this could be taking place. This wasn't the typical bar in the Pokemon world that he was used to, and it a bit creepy. He pondered calling out one of his Pokemon to stop the fighting, but what he killed someone? Wow. |
*walks in and stares blankly at everyone.
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"I'm sorry I've been away, everyone." Dent's tone is apologetic as he hurries back into the bar. Once inside he stops and blinks a few times, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. Slowly he takes in the horrifying sight of the dirty barroom floor, the spilled drinks across the counter making toppled glasses and used cutlery stick to the unwashed surface, the mess of food all over the various tables.
"Oh... oh dear." He sways, but quickly stiffens his resolve. "I apologize for the lack of standards in this place," he says, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and beginning to roll up his sleeves. "This will be remedied shortly." |
~walks in~
I'm tired of vege-tables!!!! Me want COOKIE! |
Dent stops in his frantic search of a broom to quickly locate a plate of cookies. "Here you are, sir. I hope you enjoy them." He then resumes his hunt for the elusive cleaning device.
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~eats cookies AND the plate~
mm, good, you can use Cookie monster as a mop! just pay me in COOKIES! |
Dent finally finds a broom, triumphantly lifting it into the air before realizing what has just been presented to him. "Use you as a mop? That would be unsanitary, sir. I do thank you for offering your services, though."
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Ok, So, need any help? Cookie Monster Great Helper
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"Cookie.. Monster..? So.. if I gave ya riceballs, you'd turn 'em down?"
Ash eye Cookie Monster with a curious expression. The same expression that he had held since walking into this place, as a matter of fact. The only person that he recognized was Dent, and while he was glad to see a familiar face, Dent seemed to be busy cleaning up, anyway. It might've been a futile effort, as more fights would just break out, he'd guess. Now off his shoulder, Pikachu sniffed around the location. |
A rather jerky looking dragon walked into the bar and sat down on a stool. He snapped his fingers and ordered a Root Beer.
After all, it IS the drink of champions. He gazed around the bar and noticed quite a few strange individuals, including a yellow mouse and a waiter with a mop. He just shrugged and continued drinking his root beer. He was too cool and edgy to care. |
Dent looked up quickly at the sound of his friend's voice. "Oh! Hello, Ash!" he said cheerfully as he continued to sweep. "Do you want something to drink, or perhaps an afternoon snack?"
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Pikachu had taken it upon himself to approach the strange dragon who was now sitting down ordering a drink. Actually, his curious sniffing around had led him there. He sat directly in front of the dragon, head tilted to the side, staring at it questionably. "Chuuu.."
Across the room, Ash jumped a bit at being spoken to, not expecting to be noticed so soon. He grinned, with the seemingly intimidating bar becoming, well, less intimidating now. "Nah, I'm okay! I didn't come here to eat anything, buuut I think that dragon-thing over there wants a root beer.." he pointed towards him. |
Dent smiled as the younger boy grinned, then was reminded of his duties. He quickly retrieved a root beer for the draconian being, apologizing profusely for his lack of attention.
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~walks in singing to Drake: Over~
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Pascal walked in quietly, hoping nobody would notice her. Although she is rather conspicuous, considering she's a crossdresser and carries around a "portable" computer from the late 80's. But her parents didn't raise her to blend in. Not with a name like that.
She sat down at a table in the corner and started typing viciously at her computer. |
A movement near the entrance to the bar caught Dent's attention as he turned away from the dragon. Two people had entered the establishment, one singing a song he couldn't identify and the other without a sound. The quiet one sat away from all the other patrons, as if attempting to isolate herself from the world. Dent walked over to the person.
"Hello, welcome to..." he trailed off into uncertainty. What was this place called? He didn't know. "Welcome to the bar. May I get you a drink, or perhaps something to eat?" |
She stopped typing and looked up at Dent. "Yes, sir, I would, if you wouldn't mind getting it for me." She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted and if she really wanted to trouble this man with her selfish desires. Finally, she said, "I'd like some French toast. Unless you don't serve that here."
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Lillipup walks into the bar as cute as a button, eyes gleaming, but as soon as it realizes nobody is paying attention to it, it starts barking like a mad dog! "RUB MY BELLY, MORTALS!!!"
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Dent nodded to the quiet girl. "Yes ma'am, we do serve French toast. I'll go prepare some immediately." He walked into the kitchen, only pausing to absentmindedly pat the Lillipup that seemed to be bereft of a trainer.
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Pascal pulled off her jacket and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, preparing for the syrupy mess that French toast typically makes. It probably won't even be real syrup, just fake "syrup" and she was always paranoid about eating prepackaged food since everyone knows the government brainwashes you with that stuff. Or that's what she thought, anyway, and assumed it was common knowledge.
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Meanwhile over near one of the windows was Spencer Reid, minding his own business as he settles down his brown bag, before taking out a difficult book and propping it open. Within seconds he was reading, his fingers going down the lines as he read through the pages, turning it every few seconds. To a watcher, it would probably seem that he was rapidly skimming through the pages while in reality he was actually reading each word.
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Dent returned from the kitchen with a plate of French toast and the customary choices of syrup. "Here you are, ma'am. We have a variety of toppings for you to choose from, however I felt that you were the type of person to prefer syrup over powdered sugar or jelly. The syrups are all guaranteed natural flavors with minimal processing, since that is what I assume you would appreciate." He set the plate and syrup rack down on the table, bowed, and went to finish sweeping.
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"Thank you," she said, not quite sure if she wanted to eat the syrup since he seemed kind of suspicious about it. (Although really, most people seem suspicious to her.) She took a few bites of dry French toast before pouring a tiny bit of syrup on her plate. She prodded it with her fork as she inspected it. It actually seemed like... well, like normal syrup, so finally she dumped it all over her French toast and started scarfing it down, careful not to get syrup on her totally rad computer, a Commodore SX-64, which she used because new laptops made her nervous, especially those with webcams.
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Ugh, I wanna wake up not remembering that battle. (Lance just fought Red and lost.) That Lillipup looks demonic! Gyarados, use Hyper Beam on that demon spawn!
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"Does this place got Dj?"
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Pascal spoke up a bit. "Pardon me for correcting your grammar, but what you should have said was 'Does this place have a DJ'." Correcting grammar would be one of her favourite pastimes, but she's usually too shy to do it.
But speaking of DJs, she wanted to listen to her favourite song. She walked over to the jukebox and inserted a coin. She was rather pleased with the selection, as there were quite a few songs by Journey. But she of course chose her favourite, and pretty soon Don't Stop Believin' started to play. She walked back over to the corner she was in before, and danced shyly. |
In walked a sleepy-looking girl with hair, eyes, and skin suspiciously like those of a Whimsicott's. Cotton was falling out of her hair as she stumbled over to a table on the left side of the bar. She looked around, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and stopped her eyes innocently at the waiter. It looked like that man on TV a lot, Dent. Wasn't he a Gym Leader or something? Oh, well, she could remember later. She awaited him and picked up the menu at her disposal. "What shall I have to eat?..Ooh, pancakes. And muffins. Milk. Oh, yes, always a favorite of mine. Umm..." She skimmed the menu, waiting for her waiter to come and take her order.
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The sleepy-looking girl studying the menu caught Dent's attention as he finished sweeping. He put the broom away and walked over to her, smiling amiably. "Welcome, miss. Would you care for something to drink?"
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Dent walked over and asked if she wanted anything to drink.
"Yes, thank you," she said. "May I please have a glass of milk? And if I may, I'm ready to place my order. If it wouldn't trouble you too much, of course. You look awfully busy. But anyway, if I could place an order for a blueberry muffin, that would be wonderful." She sat and looked at Dent with a warm smile on her face. "Oh, and I know this is strange, but I like to introduce myself to everyone I meet; I'm Noah." She then held out her hand for Dent to shake. |
*Crashes through door* "ITSA ME, EVERYONE!", Mario screams.
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