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Café Fina, Monday

Naminé was slightly disappointed that she would have to miss the new student picnic. She had been looking forward to seeing if she could spot the new-student-air that everyone had said was so apparent the last time around. Ah well, there would be plenty of chances for that.

Luckily, she had remembered to purchase earplugs today, so she was in a much better mood than during her previous shift.

The Specials Board read:

PLEASE SPEAK UP
We will be happy to serve you
And earplugs are available should you require them!

Café Fina was now open.

(OOC: for any newbies who are curious, Lumiere and some of the staff are currently insane and singing the intermission song for a couple solid weeks ~~while the mun is on vacation~~. Naminé is less than thrilled at this development.)

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In this thread, mod your servers. They are cheerful and singing for you!

You may have to speak a little more loudly than usual.

Charlie came in to get some take-out food for dinner, and clapped her hands over her ears. "Naminé! What's going on?"

Naminé shook her head, and then removed the ear plugs. "I'm sorry about that, I had to drown out that horrid song or I was going to begin shoving butter knives into my ears. Yes? Hello?"

"I just wanted to order some take-out for me and my roomie," Charlie explained, shaking her head. "And find out what the dessert of the day was, and see how you were doing. Any newbies come in yet?"

"No dessert special today," Naminé said briskly. "We have desserts, as usual, but no specials, I mean. They should be happy I'm here at all. Lumiere has gone mad and taken half the staff with him. They've been singing for a week or two. These earplugs are lifesavers. And no, not yet, although I was going to drop by the picnic on my lunch break."

"Oh, ack." Charlie shook her head in disbelief. "The downside of the usual coolness, I guess. And maybe it'll be calmer by the time you get there, it's pretty crazy right now. Could I get two shrimp Caesars to go, and two chocolate tortes to go? I don't want to have to meet *all* the new people at once, if I don't have to."

"Perhaps. I hope so. And if this doesn't wear off soon, I may gag them and leave them in a closet." Her expression made it unclear if she was joking.

Then she smiled again. "But yes. Let me run back to the kitchen and place your order. It should be only a few minutes, they do wonders back there."

"I'll be right here, with my hands over my ears." Which made her think of something. "You can borrow my Discman, if you want, so you can listen to something else the next time you have to work here."

Naminé stopped, considering. "I might, at that. I thank you for the offer. We tried last Thursday to out-sing that blasted song, but the resulting mishmash was almost worse."

She went quickly to the kitchen, speaking with the chef for a few minutes.

While she was gone, the cheese-grater attempted to start a kick-line to the tune. Most of the plates weren't interested.

Charlie ended up giggling, even though she kept her hands over her ears. Because you haven't lived until you've seen a kicking cheese-grater.

After about five or ten minutes, Naminé returned with a bag, sweeping a light bow. "Two shrimp Caesars, and two chocolate tortes, all boxed nicely to survive your walk back to the dorm." And she gave Charlie her ~~handwavey~~ total, while also checking to make sure the bag included napkins and other such necessities.

"Thanks!" It was definitely nice to be able to pay for stuff, now that she had enough money from her job. Charlie handed over her money, and said, "Come find me before your next shift here, and I'll loan you the Discman." She shot the plates, candles, silverware and cheese grater another look. "Although I hope they get off this kick before then."

"Thank you, I shall. Unless they stop, or another plan comes to mind." Naminé is very sweet, and is definitely not considering the gagging-and-locking-in-a-closet thing seriously. That would be Wrong. "And as do I, and not just because of the singing. Can you imagine how dreadful it would be, to come back to yourself and discover you've spent several weeks singing the most annoying song possible?"

"Oh, ugh." Charlie made a face. "I'd be mad at the waste, and totally embarrassed, just to start." She shook her head. "Too bad you can't just knock them out, or something." She watched a pepper mill wander by, singing. "I wouldn't even know *how* to do that for these guys."

"I think I'd want to never hear that song again," she mused. "And I suppose there are ways. There seem to be ways with everything."

Do not mind the evil glint in her eyes. It's totally your imagination.

Charlie giggled as she picked up the bag with her order. "If you want help finding out, let me know? I think that could come in useful for the future. And oh! I'll be cooking sometime this week in my common room-- you should stop by, get back your weight in food."

"I shall remember your offer, and thank you." Naminé smiled. "Which common room is this? I shouldn't like to miss so much food."

"Fourth," Charlie promised. "Either tomorrow or Friday. There's probably a cook-out on the 4th of July, and I work Thursday. I'll leave you a message, whichever way it ends up."

Yay, newbie day!

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