March 7th, 2008
These two people have been in before, though one looked very different~. Now he doesn't stand out at all!
He'll let the second person order, seeing as he still has no idea what pizza is.
February 28th, 2008
A human and a squirrel-girl walk into the bar... wait, that sounds like an opening of a joke, nevermind.
Faye, a girl of eighteen, heads in with Telara presumably behind her, and picks out a booth for the two of them.
"So, what can I get you?"
February 20th, 2008
Look who's back! Only this time he isn't alone.
Half distracted with the datapad he's carrying as he walks towards Zeeters', he's also talking to the werewolf-like reploid and the blond female accompanying him. With the result that he walks right into the door frame.
February 11th, 2008
"Dey right over here, petite, but are you sure-"
"I'm fine, Remy, more than capeable of healing a break and a few minor cuts," Little Steph smiled, stopping to kiss her husband gently.
"I know, jus' don' be afraid to tell mama you need more time," he said.
"I want to help these kids," she said, touching his cheek. "I'll be fine, baby. I'll come in for some tea when I'm done, alright?"
"Alright," he frowned, turning and going back inside after doubling back for one last kiss.
Little Steph smiled and shook her head, then approached. "Milana? Elfangor? May I come in?" she called softly.
February 3rd, 2008
BG wandered into the cafe, a huge book called COLORS clutched in her tiny hands. She's so absorbed in the rainbow page that she doesn't notice right away that she's somewhere new.
Then her small nose twitches and she sniffs, then looks up, dark brown eyes huge.
This wasn't her room....
The book slips out of her weak grip as she turns. "Papa?" she said, looking behind for her shadow, who's suddenly not in sight. Her tiny hear starts to pound, and she turns, looking for someplace small and hidden, as Logan taught her to if they ever got seperated.
Quickly the nightdress-clad youngster crawled under a booth table, looking out before frowning when she saw her book.
Slowly she crawled out and over to the book, which fell open to the pastel colors' page. The subtle changes in color throw her off guard, and a moment later she's laying on the book, her nose an inch from the page as she struggles to understand where the colors change and flow into eachother.
February 2nd, 2008
There's a teleport beam somewhere outside, depositing a fellow in purple, gold, and white armor into the area. A half-second later he triggers armor storage. It shouldn't be needed now that he's not on the moon.
And so what looks like a young man in a lab coat peeks in the door with an openly curious expression. There's a rather high-tech scanner tucked in the lab coat pocket and a datapad under one arm.
February 1st, 2008
Ed opens up the door, holding it open so Sarah could get through, showing a room with a bar at the back, booths, and cafe style tables and chairs. "Want to pick a booth? Or would sitting at a table be easier on you because of the wings?"
January 20th, 2008
Milana sighed as she made her rounds with the water and food for the young Andalites. Aidla seemed to be recovering nicely, but the healthier Varek got the more his mind seemed to shut down. She'd have to force Al to get him up and moving before his health started going in the other direction.
At least the snow's almost gone, she thought grimly, before kneeling down next to Aidla, smiling. "Hey, honey, how are you doing?"
January 16th, 2008
Bruce walked down the hall quickly, the noisy, crowded ball room behind him. His heartrate was up, his head was hurting, and he really wished he hadn't let Alfred talk him into this. He hadn't holed up all these years honing his social skills.
Hearing somebody call his name he immediatly sped up, not wanting to explain the cuts on his face that he'd gotten shaving for the first time in weeks, or why he hadn't been seen in public in so long, or any other of the countless questions he'd been berated with a million times over this evening.
He was going home. He was going home. He was going.... to a cafe?
He started, then turned and looked behind himself. Then he looked over again, frowning and taking out his phone.
No Batwave signal... not good.
January 15th, 2008
A man walks into the bar! A shiny man, with a surfboard floating next to him in a way that makes it seem like he's holding it, if seen from the opposite side. And he's not alone, leading someone else into the room.