Log:It Wasn't Pie

It Wasn't Pie
Participants Glitch, Ziv, Haruki, Etsy, Hazel	5 August, 2017 They went for pie, supposedly. They did not get pie.
Location MT04
The Friday night crowd at the Crossroads is bigger than one might expect, especially when happy hours wind down; it's the one time of the week the diner might benefit from being open 24 hours rather than nearly-so, as there's plenty of people looking to offset their drinking with nature's sponge, the egg dish. Even if the crowd isn't overwhelming, especially in the private back-room, they must be short-handed, as a long-absent face is serving: Hazel, youthful-faced since it's after sunset, in a rare appearance after having gone nearly radio silent even in her own diner for quite some time. She's manning the back room and is absorbed in restocking jellies and creamers very carefully. Who drives a little like a maniac? A Sacred Courier driving her boyfriend's Gremlin who secretly hates that car. When Ziv asks, in the car, basically, 'wtf Haruki,' Etsy tilts her head toward him, and lets him answer that. She's done enough to upset the day by driving that way, after all. She leads the way into the back room, drifting ahead of the other two on her tiny tatty silk slippers. "Helloandgoodevening," she chirrups toward Hazel, who, indeed, she has not yet met. "Is anywhere to be a sittings?" Ah yes, the Etsy method of flinging yourself at a sentence and hoping it makes sense at the end. Haruki's scared of Etsy's driving and is too focused on the whole staying alive thing to answer Ziv's question. Or maybe, just maybe he didn't hear. Or well... he breathes a sigh of relief when the car stops, and likely vows never, ever again. Does she even have a license? Questions he should have asked before taking his life in his hands. He only then answers Ziv with a, "top secret." As if that explains it all. Ziv doesn't seem terribly concerned by the incredibly eratic driving; or maybe she's already given herself up for death or something. Maybe it's part of that 'adventure' she mentioned earlier in the day. Still, the chiropteran Windwing looks frazzled when they arrive, stepping along with Haruki and Etsy, while giving the former a stink-eye from the side. One large ear is turned towards him, the other perked to the rest of the room around them. "Considering," is all she ends up saying, with a light twitch of that ear, breathing out a faintly misting huff of slight annoyance. Glitch is already here, somehow. He's tucked into a tiny corner playing a Gameboy. Maybe he just shows up places like that to keep an eye on people. The pixellated figure slowly looks up and stares right at the pack of entering folk, old and new. "Sit anywhere," Hazel directs the incoming crowd, in a way that's more welcoming than terse. "We're not so packed tonight. Specials include the fish and chips, the porkbelly Reuben sandwich, stuffed french toast. I've got five-berry pie." The wizened waitress starts fetching waterglasses in anticipation, loading a tray. Though this speech is practiced, there's just a little awkwardness about it -- that very Winter-Court manner of having been absent from people long enough to have turned the paranoia up to high in the meantime, still adjusting the emotional thermostat. The corner-of-the-eye glance is just a touch suspicious. "Thankyousomuch." The Fairest's words to Hazel are rote, but they have meaning in them: she is saying them from practice, but she does mean them. "Glitches!" Etsy swoops toward the corner where Glitch is, taking a seat at his booth as if she's been invited. Then she spins back toward Hazel, asking, "Is having a thing which is only a meats, thinking. Four eggs, six bacons, a sausages, no toasts. Pleaseandthankyou!" "Hey," Haruki smiles as he notices Glitch. "I'd a dream about you last night. This is Ziv, she's new in town. Ziv, this is Glitch, and Hazel." There, introductions. "There anything that's gluten-free no-dairy vegan?" Glitch stares gloomily over at Ziv, as if doing his best to unsettle the poor batty girl with his admittedly unsettling appearance. Hazel he doesn't even try with though, he's been sitting here brooding for like an hour with her topping off his pepsi. One arm also looms out to loop around Etsy's shoulder in a brief, familiar hug. Ziv still gets the starings though. "Hey." "Oooh, that reuben sounds nice. With sides!" Ziv says to Hazel in answer to the listing off of the specials. She murmurs out a 'thank you' as well and then peers at where Etsy has gone to sit. Once Haruki has slid into the booth, she slides in next to him, tucking her wing-fingers down and folding one clawed foot over the other. An ear twitches towards Glitch at the introduction, and then her face follows suit. "Nice to meet you." There's a faint air of uncertainty that seems to pervade her, but it's subdued. When Glitch stares, she stares back and fidgets, ears folding partially backwards and wings tucking in against her in front, at the table's edge. Hazel puts a hand on her hip. "Haruki, you've been coming in here a dog's age. Of course I've got accommodations. Do you want dessert or an actual meal that's gluten-free no-dairy vegan?" It's fondly scolding; he, at least, isn't getting the Suspicion Stink-Eye. The other orders get scribbled down quickly, with a mutter of 'carnivore special' and 'the best', which is apparently how she classifies her Reuben. She pauses to weigh Glitch in her gaze for a second. "You sure you only want that sugar water, hon?" Old school waitress. Haruki settles down on one of the plush chairs, once he's gathered himself up some napkins. He starts to fidget with them, rolling them into more roses to join the first two he made back at the icecream shop. He smiles, bright and happy and oh so surprised when Hazel says that. "Oh, Is that for me? I... thank you! That's so kind of you. An actual meal would be great." The hug that Glitch gives Etsy is returned, and she leans over to kiss him on the cheek, noisily so. Ptbht. She offers Hazel a bright -- but close-lipped -- smile, and swings her feet underneath the booth's seat absently. "Glitch, is a Harukis you know, and is a -- um -- I am forgets of name." The blue-grey stole around her neck -- which is not a stole, but an otter, which slides down onto her lap, mutters, "That's why you have me." Right. So she has a pet that speaks better English than she does. "Eat a foods, Glitch," the mermaid scolds gently. Glitch watches Ziv react appropriately to the staring and nod, having been gloomy at someone. Sometimes he acts like an Autumn. Sometimes he acts like the other three, too, maybe that's why he isn't any of them. "Ziv. Hey," he beeps again, before looking around at the sudden band of friends he's now surrounded by thanks to Etsy. "I'll have a foods. ...have food. I'll have some of what she ordered, thanks," he mutters, sipping at his Pepsi again. Haruki gets a brief look. "You had a dream about me?" There's a beat. "...is it appropriate?" "...Vegan gluten-free and...?" this is posed by Ziv to Haruki, as she partially wraps her webbed wing-hands around herself, folding each over the opposing shoulder like a very small blanket. Or a shawl of her own. "What does this mean?" The latter point is said after a pause, while the Etsy-isms seem to be contagious on the other side of the table. She then looks at the lovely little flowering mermaid, falling silent for several beats and then admitting, "I don't know." "Meat for days at this table," Hazel observes, but shrugs to Haruki. "You asked, I try to deliver. My regulars deserve it, and you're one. You prefer something like breakfast or more like dinner?" She offers Ziv a reassuring smile, and says, "He's asking for things not to be put in his food, long story short. He might be able to explain why in better detail. Any drinks beside water? Anyone need anything else?" This seems a little aimed at Ziv, but not unkindly; the offer one might extend to a free newcomer. Haruki's eyes widen as the stole definitely moves. Awwww! He doesn't reach out to touch, he does ask. "What's your name? Are you hungry? I'm sorry if I was rude." He has some origami roses in his hands but the otter's not going to want those, is it? He considers Glitch's question. "Um, probably not. You and Itsy were at the Red Wedding, being very inappropriate. You didn't get stabbed or anything though. I think you defeated everyone and saved the day and they made you King of the North, but Itsuki was sad because the North is cold, and the ground was so frozen he couldn't dig a tunnel there, so you'd to get Damion to turn into a dragon and thaw it all out for you. And then it got very inappropriate." He says to Ziv then. "I can't eat gluten, which is found in bread and pasta and cakes and things. I can't eat dairy. I don't eat meat or fish. I'm not a proper Vegan, which is no animal products at all, but vegan explains it best." He smiles at Hazel. "Dinner? Although well, anything's good. Whatver's not so much trouble." "Am only eating of a meats. Is balance of the Force, Haruki eats no meats, I eat his meats, world is a balanced." This is her explanation, partly to Hazel but also generally. Etsy's forehead wrinkles up, and she peers at Ziv. "You are not knowing of your own names?" This is not unusual for Lost, sometimes, but concern flickers across her pretty little face. The otter peers up over the edge of the table at Haruki, and absently preens its eyebrows. "I am mrbl," it coos. "It is my name and also my type. There are many mrbl. Etsy saved me when our people were being attacked. I stay with her out of gratitude, and because she'd forget where her underpants are without me." The mermaid scowls down at her companion. "Underpants are on a butts," she asserts in a mumble. "Not always," the otter fires back. Sassy hedgebeast. "Anyway, I am often hungry. I would like something fish-based, thank you." "I... think I'm okay for now, thank you," Ziv says pleasantly to Hazel with a bob of her head and a small, close-lipped smile considering she's now in company that can see what she actually looks like. Haruki's explanation of Red Wedding shenanigans causes her eyes to glaze over as she listens, flicking to Etsy then at the question. She watches the otter a moment, then admits, "...No, I know my name... I think. I'm... um. Not sure what you're saying, though?" She tilts her head to the side, watching the tiny mermaid across the table, smothering a snicker at the otter's commentary. Glitch is quiet, listening to everything....the sexy man-filled HBO dream he was apparently a star in, the meats and not-meats, the otter politely introducing himself. He slowly looks up and around the room with a quiet little look, as if pondering whether he's going crazy, then shrugs. His hand squeezes his Gameboy like it's a totem. Then he shuts it off and tucks it away in a big black backpack, a forest of black cords sticking out when he opens it. There's a beat before he looks up at Haruki, and Ziv having difficulties with her very name, and then he just bluntly asks his friend "...is it ok for you to be back here?" Glancing at the others. And the otter. He doesn't seem too concerned himself. "She's asking you what your name is. She talks like that," he beeps out to the batling. "Hope it's a good surprise I bring out, then," Hazel tells Haruki. There's a certain bewilderment at the talk of inappropriate dreams and Red Weddings, one that exposes a bit of pop-culture disconnect. Or maybe it's the mrbl, requesting fish. "Fish fry," she repeats, a little surprised, but rolling with it. She tilts her head at Glitch. "Haruki is known-quantity here," she states. "He's approved. And if he wasn't, I'd fling him out bodily. Actually, I know him better'n you, so there you go." This affidavit of sorts given, she heads off to get orders in, visible through the arch that leads to the kitchen. Glitch briefly tilts his head to Haruki and Etsy at that, a little sheepishly. Like silently making sure HE'S not gonna be thrown out now. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, mrbl, I'm Haruki." Haruki says just so utterly charmed. "My treat," he offers when she mentions the fish fry. He nods at Glitch. "Yes. Hazel'd kick me out if it wasn't. I can go if you'd rather?" he looks a little sad now at the idea he may be asked to leave. He does smile a bit at Hazel as she defends him. "I know to keep secrets." "Haruki is a friends of a Dielle and a Rorschachs and a Damions and a many other persons, is fine, is a Fate's Harvest, is a swearings of Oaths, is fine." Esther pushes past the argument with the otter in defense of Haruki, folding her hands on the table and ignoring the otter, who slides out of her lap and takes her own otter seat next to Etsy. "Yes, she wants to know what your name is. You got in her car without her asking, so she's asking. Esther Swift does not so much talk as mug the English language repeatedly and strangle meaning out of errant verbs and nouns." The mrbl flutters her eyelashes at Haruki, and grooms her eyebrows/antennae. "Oh," Ziv's eyes clear as she gets a translation from both the mrbl and Glitch, and she blinks several times as she straightens up and unfolds her wing-arms. "My name is Ziv. Or, at least it's what I go by. The old name doesn't really matter anymore," there's a quirk of her mouth to one side, in a wry sort of sad smile as her ears droop subtly. "...I hope I didn't offend," she says, after a pause regarding the explanation about the car. Haruki gets a quick glance, probably something to do with the swearing of Oaths and the like to Fate's Harvest. "It's... hmm. Guess I understand. It's hard getting it back." Glitch shakes his head at Haruki. "Just checking. I'm not the one kicking people out," he says, leaning back in the booth. Trying again to look cool and aloof while surrounded by friends and fun. It doesn't quite work. The moody Dusk lets out a sigh at the obvious threat to his badass broody image, and looks at the cartoonish Otter again as it speaks. Ziv gets a more sympathetic look than before as the batling mentions old names no longer mattering. "Off to a good start," he opines. Hazel casts Glitch a reassuring look. "Do I look like I throw a lot of people out?" Not really. Hazel is tiny, tiny, after all, a very short woman. And with this, she ducks back into the kitchen fully, calling out to someone like a general striding onto her own personal field of command. Which, in a sense, she is; the ruler of one tiny world. "Why's it hard getting it back?" Haruki asks, confused. "Can't you just use it? Or did they steal it away so you forgot?" "I meant English," explains Ziv as she reaches up to scratch at her spiky mane of black hair/fur with an elongated and webbed hand. When she spots one of the servers, she requests, "Could I get that to go? I should be getting back." The batling scoots out her chair then rises, before pausing and lifting a wing-hand partially to her mouth. "But, with the name, I guess you could say I forgot. But then I remembered. I think. But it's no longer my name either. Good night everyone, it was nice to meet you." She says then with a bob of her head to everyone, turning to leave.