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Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 02/20 ]

The design on the specials board today was a little darker than usual today, with lots of streaks of blues and purples. A.J. felt it was reflective of his mood, which wasn't very good in the slightest, thoughtful and annoyed. He tried working on some concept designs for his project to distract himself, but they weren't going very well. Things like the pencil lead breaking or soup spilling all over his sketchbook kept happening, so eventually, he just gave up, threw the sketchbook across the dinner in a fit, and then just spent the rest of the time sulking.

Luke's is open.

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Misery loves company, right?

It might, but it would find little company in Romeo this afternoon. His entire face was a smile as he leaned over the counter.

"Good day, I come for a sandwich and a collaboration."

"Sandwich shouldn't be a problem," A.J. said with a light, slightly weak grin. "Collaboration tends to cost extra." He gave a forlorn look across the diner, at the poor, unfortunate sketchbook. Well, there were always napkins, right?

"Roast beef on white for the sandwich," Romeo said, then followed A.J.'s gaze. "I see one of our teammates in the collaboration has met an untimely end."

"There was an incident," A.J. sighed, jotting down Romeo's order and passing it to the kitchen. "Involving soup. And a lot of rage, unfortunately. There might still be a few pages still salvageable, but, for the most part, it's still just a little baby collaboration in the making, so it should be nurtured with brainstorming first, anyway..."

"Poor soup, to so anger you," Romeo suggested. "And aye, we ought to have some idea what we are doing before we start wasting yet more paper."

He shifted on his stool. "What was your fantasy world about?"

"My fa--" A.J. looked a little confused at first, but he soon enough remembered. "Oh! Right. Well, I don't...I don't think you could exactly call it mine. It's was all Charlie's inspiration. Well," he ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck a little, "Charlie and, uh, my girlfriend." He wondered, briefly, why he designated her as such instead of just saying Beauty. "She was making it for her, because she comes from a fantasy like place, with magic and all that, so it was a story for her, with her as the heroine, y'know?"

Romeo laughed a little at the confusion he had caused. "I sometimes forget not everyone lives inside my head," he admitted, by way of explanation and apology. "I meant not to ask quite so personal a question."

He thought a little about what A.J. had described. "You must love your girlfriend much, to want to make a world for her," he ventured. "Was she a witch, or a warrior, or what was her part?"

A.J.'s blush worsened. "I didn't make it," he repeated again. "Charlie did; I just drew it. N...not to say that I...I don't love her very much, 'cause I do, but, uhhh..." He shook his head. "You're giving me way, way too much credit. But, uh, as far as her part, um...she was to be, y'know, kind of a different kind of heroine, one that used her smarts to get her out of her situation. I, um...a lot of it was still sketchy. There was a labyrinth type thing, and something with gryphons, and she had to figure out how to save them from an evil witch. Or something like that."

Romeo bit back his thought, that perhaps Charlie loved the girlfriend. "But I am talking to you, not to Charlie," he said, and closed his eyes. "So, a heroine, a labyrinth, a witch, and ... what are gryphons?"

[OOC: heading home soonish, will be on after 7.]

"They're, like, mythical creatures that have the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle," A.J. said this very clearly in the fashion of someone who did not quite often talk about mythical creatures that have the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. "I've got sketches, obviously, just none with me at the moment."

Romeo received it like someone who had spent about as much time thinking about mythical creatures as A.J. "Hrrm," he said, taking a moment to think (and bite into the ~~omgmodded~~ sandwich). "Must the story have these beasts? I write, but more about love, or, if there is no love to write about, adventure, fighting, things of that sort."

"Hey," A.J. shrugged, "you're the writer. Make it about whatever you want. I've got a pretty diverse field, I could pretty much draw anything."

His face wrinkled a little in a distasteful expression. "That sounded kinda...pompous, didn't it?"

It was kinda true, though.

A little, maybe, but...

"No more so than I am, claiming I can write about love," Romeo shrugged. He pulled a out a notebook. "So there is a heroine, an' she must escape a labyrinth and save someone from an evil witch using not her brawn, but her brains."

"Mayhap," he ventured, "her lover, thinking her captured by the witch, is trying to fight his way in from the outside, and must defeat the witch's troop of guards."

A.J. arched an eyebrow. "Well, Charlie's still writing that story....I thought you were going to do something, y'know, different...."

Romeo raised an eyebrow right back. "I thought you said she had abandoned it."

"Nono," A.J. shook his head. "I said she's not here, anymore. She had to go home for some reason or another, but we're still working on it via correspondence and stuff. She sends me chapters, I sketch them up..."

"Then ignore everything I said," Romeo said sheepishly. "All right, then, a fresh start."

He glanced about the diner for inspiration. "... which I will think of before I finish my sandwich."

Chuckling slightly, A.J. thought he'd be a good counter jockey and ask, "Want anything to drink to help along that inspiration?"

Absinthe would be the easiest thing, but if he wanted that, he suspected he would have to go to Caritas, if not Pixie Dust.

No, he'd have to manage this sober.

"A chocolate shake?" he asked hopefully. "Even if the sugar doesn't help, it will taste good."

"Good choice." A.J. went and made the almost second-nature, automatic reach for his milkshake making supplies. "I gotta admit. I got a bit of a reputation around here for my milkshakes."

"A good one?" Romero asked lightly. "I should hate to be poisoned by a bad milkshake."

"Definitely a good one," A.J. nodded, taking to the ice cream. "Excellent, perhaps, if I may say so myself."

"Of course you may," Romeo said agreeably. "If you do not praise yourself, who will do it for you? False modesty is a waste of time."

He held out his hand. "Give me the shake so I may judge?"

"Judge kindly," A.J. stated, presenting the final project, "for I am a man of weak and fragile confidence."

"Clearly, you have demonstrated such," Romeo told him, and took a sip.

His eyes all but rolled back in his head in joy.

"Have you considered," he wanted to know, once he had swallowed, "starting a faith based around these? I would convert."

Hey, now, that was a compliment A.J. thought he could probably deal with pretty easily. "I can't say I have," he admitted with his chuckling, "but maybe I will. Told you they were good."

"I was indeed forewarned," Romeo said, staring into space. "And now I think I shall need to work milkshakes into the story I write for you. Whenever I figure out what that is."

"I think," A.J. mused, while being amused, "that a milkshake is an excellent focal point. Only good things can come of this."

"Delicious things, even," Romeo said, finishing his shake in record time. "I'll come find you again when a plot has revealed itself to me. Or I am in 502, if you want to find me."

"402 for me," A.J. said. "Right below you, man."

Avoid the crankypants counter jockey.

My dream last night was very zombie movie-esque, with a cast of real people and then people in Fandom, and the zombies came to life, so it was almost impossible to escape them as everyone ran around what looked like a really nice, classicly built university.

And then we discovered that the reason they were invincible was not because they were zombies, but because they were actually robots. Which somehow made them no longer invincible. And then I got on a monorail for some reason to go to the Big City and save us all, but then when I got to Big City and the doors slid open...

I woke up.
So lame.
*continues being a dork*

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