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Café Fina, Friday
There was no music in Café Fina today.
There was the usual smell of fantastic gourmet food, and the familiar bustle of dishes scurrying about to take orders and food being prepared. And, of course, there was Lumiere, standing at the door, watching the plates and napkins run about with an appreciative eye.
But there was no singing.
In fact, Lumiere had informed his staff that the first dish to sing would be promptly shipped right back to the castle to deal with the most hairy brat in the world rather than be allowed to remain here and serve noticeably less bratty Fandom inhabitants.
Anyone feeling the urge to sing was strongly advised to get it all out of their systems by way of interpretive dance, instead.
Today's Specials Board reads:
NOW HIRING!
The Worst That Can Happen Here is That We Will Sing At You
It was entirely possible that Lumiere was afraid he'd fall into another random song and dance number again in the future, and if he did, he didn't want to leave poor Naminé to suffer on her own.
And not entirely because she was a scary little thing, either.
(Fina is open! And a few notes to the newbies who aren't quite familiar with this version of Beauty and the Beast canon-- The dishes that sing and talk are as tall as you are and still look somewhat on the human side (as the icons suggest). Broadway Musical Lumiere, similarly, is not nearly as wee or candlestick-like as his movie counterpart-- in fact, he's thin, but he's quite tall. You can eat off of the talking dishes if you want to, but brace yourself to be slapped in the face if you attempt to do so without properly courting them first. Fina provides wee inanimate plates and silverware for the purposes of eating off of. We're thoughtful like that!)
There was the usual smell of fantastic gourmet food, and the familiar bustle of dishes scurrying about to take orders and food being prepared. And, of course, there was Lumiere, standing at the door, watching the plates and napkins run about with an appreciative eye.
But there was no singing.
In fact, Lumiere had informed his staff that the first dish to sing would be promptly shipped right back to the castle to deal with the most hairy brat in the world rather than be allowed to remain here and serve noticeably less bratty Fandom inhabitants.
Anyone feeling the urge to sing was strongly advised to get it all out of their systems by way of interpretive dance, instead.
Today's Specials Board reads:
The Worst That Can Happen Here is That We Will Sing At You
It was entirely possible that Lumiere was afraid he'd fall into another random song and dance number again in the future, and if he did, he didn't want to leave poor Naminé to suffer on her own.
And not entirely because she was a scary little thing, either.
(Fina is open! And a few notes to the newbies who aren't quite familiar with this version of Beauty and the Beast canon-- The dishes that sing and talk are as tall as you are and still look somewhat on the human side (as the icons suggest). Broadway Musical Lumiere, similarly, is not nearly as wee or candlestick-like as his movie counterpart-- in fact, he's thin, but he's quite tall. You can eat off of the talking dishes if you want to, but brace yourself to be slapped in the face if you attempt to do so without properly courting them first. Fina provides wee inanimate plates and silverware for the purposes of eating off of. We're thoughtful like that!)

Be Our Guest!
Talk To Lumiere!
If you'd like a job, however, he might audition you. Don't worry, if he can tolerate the musical stylings of Madame de la Grande Bouche back home at the castle, he probably won't be too concerned about your own vocal abilities.
OOC!
1: Invasions.
2: Crack.
3: Weasels.
4: Crack.
5: Naked icons.
6: Crack...