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Cafe Fina - Sunday

Everyone on the island had gone absolutely insane. Warren had listened to the radio, to the outbreak of killings, the onset of a small army of evil twins, and the epidemic of amnesia. He had listened, and he had clamped his hands into fists.

And then he had come into work today.

The world-saving always happened when he had to work. Go figure.

Today's Special:
Bring the Citizens in Distress Here
Warren Will Save Them
And Then Give You Pie.

Maybe that would keep the day interesting. Otherwise he was going to have to make do with sorting out the napkins and their horrible love triangles with the silverware.

[Fina is open! I should be around for most of the day- though I'll be gone for about an hour starting right about now.]

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For you mean people who do not want to be saved.

Er. That is. Talk to Warren. Who is normal. His background is enough of a soap opera sob story already anyhow.

The world is not allowed to end on Soap Opera Weekend.

I have no idea why but this post made me crack up. Poor Warren, having to work!

It's his curse, working on Sundays, when so much insanity happens on the weekends. I enjoy the opportunity to torment him, so. :D

You're welcome to go off and do other things on BDE weekends, if you want :)

~~God knows I've forgotten to post enough times...~~

Heeee. Naaah. Shoving Warren here on BDEs is as good an excuse as any to have him crankier than the usual. I'll take it! :)

Kurogane came down into the Cafe against his better judgement just to check on the utensils.

Yep, still having secret children and amnesia.

That image would be burned into his mind forever.

He saw Warren sitting there and watched him a moment before speaking. "Please tell me you're normal..."

"As normal as I ever was," Warren agreed with a grunt and a bit of a nod. "Whatever weirdness has got to the island hasn't gotten to you?"

Warren glanced at a napkin as she slapped a spork across the cheek. Ow.

"A little sanity is pretty appreciated about now."

"I'm still me," he nodded back and leaned against the counter. "And still sane mostly."

He just hoped that the Fais didn't show up again. It was difficult enough to slip away from them yesterday.

"Mostly?"

Warren eyed the dishes warily. Oh. Yes.

"Yeah. I can see how this would start to get to your head after a while."

"You weren't here yesterday," he frowned. "There were people in here."

"I was recovering, yesterday. Homecoming dance."

As if that had explained everything.

"You can call me in whenever you need me, you know. It isn't like I have a life."

"Yeah, same for you kid," he nodded. Kurogane studied Warren a moment. "You fight?"

"Sure," Warren agreed with a bit of a dismissive shrug. "If I have to."

Or if people pushed him too far and he felt the sudden need to rearrange their face. Same thing, right?

"Got in trouble at my last school. Totaled the cafeteria fighting."

Kurogane raised an eyebrow at him. "You training at all?"

Sounded like he could at least use some disipline if nothing else.

"No, not really." Warren crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "Never had the opportunity."

Warren really, really, really could use the discipline. Good call!

"Well I'm giving you the opportunity then," he said flatly.

"You're offering to train me?" Warren cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head almost suspiciously, musing that one over. "Next you're going to tell me that Fai and the cream puff embezzled all of the money, and this is how you're planning on paying me for staying on the staff or something, right?"

He had to be sure. It just seemed like the sort of weekend where that sort of thing was entirely possible.

Kurogane glowered at Warren. "If you don't want the training just say so."

"I'll take it," Warren decided. "How are you with fire?"

He had to be certain that his particular idea of fighting wasn't going to become a huge issue, or anything.

"Fire?" He asked seriously. "It depends on the situation."

Warren lifted a hand, casually. He lit it on fire, just as casually, and then let the flames die down again.

A few of the saner dishes ran for cover.

"Fire," he said, by way of clarification.

Kurogane just smirked. "Shouldn't be a problem."

He hadn't had a challenge in a long time, this should prove to be interesting.

"Good to hear." Warren was smirking back, now. "You got a time and place all picked out?"

A little exercise would do Warren some good, too.

Edited 2008-10-12 22:50 (UTC)

Kurogane thought over the options they had. "The beach, less for you to catch on fire. Sometime in the evening to avoid people."

"Beach. Evening. Works for me." Warren nodded, somewhat pleased with how the conversation was going. "How does Monday work for you? I don't have classes, Mondays."

Kurogane nodded. "Fine, Cafe's closed so I don't need to worry about it falling apart."

Momoko's cane tapped the ground gently but expertly as she made her way into the cafe. She tilted her head and listened to hear if the cafe was too crowded, but quickly and expertly determined that there was not enough sound to indicate a lack of seating. She smiled and took the familiar count of steps to the register.

"Hello? Who's working today? Can you lead me to a seat and read me the day's specials?" She smiled, folding her cane expertly as she spoke.

"Monday it is," Warren grunted. "Evening, on the beach."

This would be interesting, he was sure.

[Sorry! Thanksgiving dinner happened!]

Warren was going to take a moment to stare.

"Uh... Momoko?"

This was the same Momoko who had bounded into his room the other night to pull him off to the dance, right?

She... uh.. hadn't been quite soooooo... Blind, then.

"Do you need some help?"

Momoko tilted her head to find where the voice was coming from and smiled. "Warren? Hello! I didn't realize that you worked today. And no more help than usual, unless the 'Fina has finally recognized the need to have their menus printed in braille."

A little piece of Warren's brain was breaking, now.

"Braille? No. No braille menus. I'll have to... uh. Mention it to the managers."

He was having difficulty thinking of how much help the 'usual' might have been. Fortunately, the feuding flatware had found it deep within their hearts to take a moment to assist Momoko to a seat.

"The special today isn't really anything edible," Warren attempted almost lamely. "Would you like anything in particular anyhow? The kitchen staff can make almost anything."

"Good luck with that. Not many people are willing to spend the money to accommodate the needs of others without a profit involved." She placed her cane to the side and smiled in his general direction. "Your voice is sounding a bit off today. Is there a problem? The cafe's not out of cake are they? You are, and you're afraid to tell me, right?" She sighed. "I can always settle for pie, I guess."

"It got to you, didn't it?" Warren had moved from confused to suspicious in a heartbeat. "Whatever strangeness has hit the rest of the island, it's gotten to you, too."

He was now casting suspicious glares around the cafe. Whatever was out there, it was going to have to walk through fire to get to him, damn it.

Some of the napkins scurried off to get Momoko some cake.

Momoko turned her head as she heard the napkin flutter away. "What are you talking about? Nothing's 'got me'. There's something attacking the island?" She pinched her lip and turned back to face Warren. "I don't remember hearing about anything, although I admit that I didn't listen to the news last night. What's happening? The town seemed normal as I walked here."

"An outbreak of killings, bouts of amnesia, evil twins, and disappearances," Warren replied. And then he paused and a somewhat confused look crossed his face. "Unless this is just Fandom being weird again. But. You know. Murders."

"Evil twins? Amnesia and murder? Pretty weird that I would miss all of that. It certainly does sound like Fandom weirdness. Wonder why it missed us? Unless you are an evil twin?" She grinned.

"No, no," Warren shook his head, and now he was pacing the floor anxiously, "I'm the antisocial son of the supervillain and the superheroine. I don't have any evil twins, so far as I'm aware."

He stopped in his tracks and leaned over a little, narrowing his eyes and staring long and hard at her.

"So. Momoko. How long have you been... Uh." He waved a hand vaguely, then realized she probably couldn't see it. "Blind?"

Momoko didn't bother to track him as he paced, but turned again when he stopped and spoke. She raised an eyebrow. "Uhm. Been blind for a while now. As you know." She reached out and patted her cane. "Are you okay? Maybe the weirdness did hit you, you sound really... odd?"

Edited 2008-10-13 08:02 (UTC)

"I'm starting to wonder," Warren confessed, rubbing at his temple with one hand. "Because I could swear you could see on Friday night. Homecoming? We went to Homecoming together, right?"

It was entirely possible that he wasn't sane today, wasn't it?

In Fandom, it was so very difficult to be sure.

"Yes, we went to Homecoming together." His voice was worrying her. He obviously was affected by something. "Warren, why don't you sit down? It's okay. Have some cake. Set something on fire. If there's Fandom weirdness, it will be over soon and then everything will be back to normal."

"Right." Warren pulled up a seat, parking his behind at her table. "It's Sunday. So, if there is something going on, it'll probably be dealt with and gone by tomorrow, no problem."

He sighed and gave his head a shake.

"You know," he mused, lighting a candle at the table with his fingertip not for the light, but because lighting things on fire was relaxing, "cake does sound like a good idea. My treat."

She gave a sigh of relief as she heard him pull up a chair. Maybe he would relax now? "Other than the moving of the island itself, I think that the longest anything has lasted since I've been on the island was that week we kept teleporting at random."

She smiled when the fire smell wafted towards her. "You shouldn't doubt the power of baked goods! Cake is always a good idea. Tastes great, makes you feel happy, and you don't get a hangover in the morning."

"The dishes keep going on about some kind of white chocolate raspberry cake. They've been telling me about a girl who used to work here who swore by it. Maybe we can try a slice of that, each." He leveled his gaze on the candle's flame, watching it intently for a moment before looking up at Momoko, a frown pulling on his lips.

It will be over soon, he reminded himself, and everything will be back to normal.

"What do you call normal?"

"White chocolate raspberry? Sounds perfect!" Momoko smiled, but didn't miss that Warren still sounded as if he was a bit off. If there was Fandom weirdness going on, he definitely had it.

"Normal? Normal is normal. You know, like going to classes? Club meetings? Work. Hanging out around town or heading off for a day trip to the mainland. The usual." She waved her hand dismissively. "Although I believe we're on break now, so classes are out."

"Yeah," he agreed, nodding at some dishes to go and get them the cake. "We have the next week off. So, plenty of time to figure out what's going on, if it keeps going on. Maybe it'll stop. And then it won't matter, anyhow."

Warren sighed and lit another candle. There weren't enough candles in the restaurant. Probably not in the world.

"Normal."

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