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Café Fina, Monday, Hamlet's Birthday Party!

Upon receiving a voicemail from that pleasant girl in orange, Lumiere decided to put his best foot forward today to make the party that she had reserved his café for into a booming success.

Ironically, a wee volcano seemed to have wiggled up through the floorboards overnight, and was now sitting majestically in the middle of the lobby. Booming, indeed. Not quite erupting, though.

There were streamers and party favors and all sorts of little party thingies strewn about (in black, which was an odd choice for a party, but Lumiere knew better than to question the taste of the customers), and the places were set.

The Specials Board today reads:
Happy Birthday, Hamlet! Bon Anniversaire! Tillykke med fodselsdagen!

Even the dishes were looking forward to partying.

(OOC: OCD is up! Posted in advance to make for much partay-time-- while Fina is open for regular service as well, it's liable to be swept away in the exploding of the volcano and such. Munch at your own risk!)

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Anakin kinda hoped he was still working that particular vibe with his own black wardrobe.

"His name was Angel. He's a vampire."

"Whoa, really!? But aren't vampires, like, scary fiends? Dawn said she knew how to kill them." She shrugged. "We don't have vampires where I'm from, I've never had to fight one."

His outfit was totally leaning to the fierce-and-not-emo side of things, although she wasn't sure if he was scarier than Lulu. Close call there.

Not that she said any of this, since he didn't ask. ;)

"Most vampires are," Anakin agreed. "I fought some when I was still a student and they aren't to be messed around with. But Angel has a soul." He smiled. "Which is why he broods semi-professionally."

"Oh, wow. Are there any still here? I haven't gotten to fight anything in ages." She wasn't moping. Okay, she was.

Rikku giggled at that last bit. "Like, for a living? How does that even work?! 'I Brood ... For Science! I Brood For Art. I Brood ... For You. Angel Services: We Brood So You Don't Have To.'"

"He also kills demons," Anakin pointed out helpfully. "I think the brooding's a free bonus."

He raised an eyebrow. "Tearing a rift between dimensions wasn't enough fun for you?"

"He does, really? Wow. I haven't seen any demons here, either." And she blushed. "Sorry, I miss, you know. Killing fiends. Is that awful? No more tearing dimensions. Honest. Although ..."

She bit her lip, swallowing hard. "It might not be over. I'm not being stupid and crazy, honest. I just wish I knew ... where to start looking."

Anakin's eyebrows rose higher. "You're really not going to listen to me on this, are you?"

He muttered something under his breath. "Stubborn," "Rory" and "been there" made it through.

"It's not like that! I swear! I wouldn't! I ..." Rikku flailed a bit. "It's not worth it. She's not worth it, I mean, she's worth a lot but she's not worth Bayla and I get a future too and I get that, honest, I gave up and I was going to stop thinking about it entirely!"

"But..." Anakin said.

Rikku sighed. "But someone here knows how to open portals to specific places. Dimensional ones. She knew what I had done wrong and thinks she might know how to do it right, if I can find the right coordinates and a lot of other stuff that I don't know how to do yet."

She looked down for a long moment. "I told her no. That I couldn't ask her to. That it was dangerous and scary and bad and not worth it. She ... she said it wouldn't be."

"Did she say what it would cost you to do this?" Anakin asked cautiously.

Rikku shook her head. "It's not like that. She's a friend. It's not a bargain or deal, she just ... thinks maybe she can help, and if she can, she wants to." She looked up. "I wouldn't ... if this were, here, let's arrange something, I'd run the other way. I get that now."

"That's different, then," Anakin said, eyes staring far, far away. "That's....a wonderful gift."

Rikku closed her eyes, trying very very hard to stay calm. "It may not happen. He may not exist. I need information that may not even be out there. She may not be able to do it. I'm not ... I'm not going to even believe that it might happen. I'm not letting myself. And I told my roommate and my boyfriend already because they were the ones that had to talk me down last time I got crazy and if they wanted to be upset they had every right but they seem to be okay with it. And ... I don't know how to start."

Anakin put a hand on her shoulder. "Start at the beginning. Take small steps. You'll figure it out." He smiled. "But tonight, we eat cake and avoid gray stuff."

Rikku nodded. "Thank you. I'm going to try. If it's all safe, I'm gonna be supercareful, honest. ... Uh, what gray stuff?"

Anakin pointed to the dubious-looking bowl of gray stuff. "The staff says it's delicious. I don't really believe them."

Rikku eyed it. "Whoa. Not touching that. Thanks for the warning."

"I spent wayyyy to much time at alien receptions," Anakin said, eyes twinkling. "Anything labeled 'local delicacy,' 'acquired taste' or 'served only to special guests' is to be avoided at all costs."

"That sounds almost as bad as the one time I totally lost at Egg Surprise," she giggled. "I, uh, have an interesting approach to cooking."

"Anything with 'surprise' in the name is generally not a good surprise," Anakin said with a grin, "but I always thought that recipes limited my artistic freedom."

"I don't have many recipes," Rikku grinned. "I just kinda make stuff up. A lot of the time it works. Sometimes, not so much, but I usually just scrap it and start over."

Anakin laughed. "That's what I would do. Then Obi-Wan forbade me from using the replicator any more."

Rikku giggled. "Replicator? Is that what you cooked with? I think Brother would have objected, but hey, even the worst stuff was better than what he came up with, so he just shut up and ate it anyway."

"It was more like tinkering. I'd be thrown from the Temple Kitchens after the Padawan Pasta Fight," he said with a grin.

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