The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

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After waking up this morning with the sun and getting ready for the day with the help of her wild animal friends, Cinderella had begun doing what she always did in the morning: cook and clean and sing. But then a large man chased her out of the kitchen--and the whole giant chateau!--after her bird and mouse friends had followed her in to help make breakfast.

But it felt odd not doing anything, even though Cinderella hadn't seen hide or hair of her stepmother or stepsisters since waking up. She's been drawn to the smell of percolating coffee had since pushed all the tables and chairs out of the way to scrub down the floor while singing.

"Sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale..."

The barristas at the Perk had been fairly unfazed by those antics, even when the birds and mice that had entered in with her began to clean up, too. Fandom was Fandom, after all.

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After grooming the horses at the stables all morning and seeing no sign of Princess Buttercup, Westley began to feel vaguely worried. So he set off to explore the grounds, hoping he might encounter her somewhere.

There was a definite princess-y vibe drawing him to one particular shop (shop? Since when did the palace grounds have shops? Come to think of it, since when did the palace grounds look like an island?), so he went inside.

"Princess?" he called, almost hopefully.

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"Sing sweet nightingale, high..."

It was a very repetitive song.

"Oh, sing sweet nighin--oh!" Cinderella looked up at the young man who had just entered the shop in surprise. "Me? I...no, I'm just a young, beautiful maiden forced to care for her stepmother and stepsisters after the tragic passing of my father when I was a young girl," she said in a musical voice as she stood and bobbed a curtsy at him. "I am Cinderella. A pleasure to meet you."

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"Oh, forgive me," Westley said in a breath. "I'm afraid I mistook you for Princess Buttercup. You wouldn't happen to have seen her, would you?"

This was a lot of effort for a princess who didn't even like him.

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"Which one?" Rude asked him.

On Fandom, it was important to be specific about these things.

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"Princess Buttercup," Westley elaborated. "Surely you've seen her?"

He was getting desperate.

[furnaceface]

When Jono Hex, the outlaw with a legendary temper and the leader of the band of malforms known as Generation Hex, woke up that morning, several things were clear.

First, he was not in Mexico anymore.

Second, he couldn't find hide or hair of his gang.

And third, whatever varmints had put him here had taken off with his got-danged horse, too.

Clearly, there was only one solution for this, and that solution involved scouring the town to figure out where the hell he was, and where the hell he could find himself another horse. Naturally, he would do so using the well-developed negotiation skills that he'd picked up over the years. And a pair of mighty fine pistols, too.

//Reach for the sky.//

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"Si~i~ing sweeeeeeet," Cinderella sang until she cut herself off with a still fairly musical squeak of surprise. "Oh, what a lovely idea!" she exclaimed, turning around to offer the nice young man a smile. "That's something we all should do, isn't it, my mice and bird friends. After all, A dream is a wish your heart makes..."

[furnaceface]

Jono's one good eye narrowed as he studied the girl who was singing at him.

This was a new one, even for a malform like Hex.

//Well then, while yer bein' so mighty agreeable, maybe you'd be obliged to hand over yer money, too?//

She obviously wasn't entirely right in the head, poor thing. Reminded him of his dear old Pa, Lord rest his soul, who'd been kicked in the head by a mule at an early age and hadn't been quite the same since.

Smelled better, though.

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"Put the guns away," Rude told him calmly, sipping his coffee in an almost disinterested manner. "Before someone gets... hurt."

[furnaceface]

Sigh. There was one in every stickup.

//And we wouldn't want none of that 'round here, now, would we?// Hex gave a nod toward the man in the suit. Tall, dark, and handsome.

Jono didn't like him already.

//You ain't gonna try to convince me that Ah'm gonna be the one gettin' hurt, next, are you?//

For whatever reason, he didn't seem too convinced about that.

[smartestone]

Hermione needed Starbucks There wasn't one here so she went to the next big thing which was the perk. She wanted a grande espresso with stuff in it so she went to the counter and ordered and then saw the chick cleaning with birds and mice.

"Mine do my hair for me," hermione said, looking at the birds and mice. She had great hair.

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This maiden had a staff of animals to tend to her hair? Then surely she must be a princess! Which meant -- could it be --

"Pardon me, miss," he said respectfully, "but have you seen the fair princess Buttercup?"

[smartestone]

"No. Buttercup's a dumb name," said Hermione. "My names Hermione. Or Serena Moonstar Fairyweather." She went by both.

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"Mine do, too!" Cinderella said, happy to have someone to talk to. "Isn't it so wonderful to have friends?"

[smartestone]

"All my freinds are in Slytherin" said Hermiione. "Birds jut fill in when I can't get to my stylist."

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Somewhere, deep inside that Digimon cowering under a table, away from Jan... Deadpool was dying. Why did bad fic only happen when he was someone else?

WHY?

Never mind that now, though. Now it was time for Jan to try and con people into buying her food since her dads were having a weird weekend. "Hi," Jan said, trying to be as adorable as humanly possible.

[smartestone]

"Your very small," said Hermione. She was very very good with children cuz she was a professor now.

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Rude looked the girl over appreciatively, then went back to sipping his coffee. What could he say? He had a weakness for women with incredible... hair.

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Of course he was looking. All the boys totally looked because hermione was hawt. She fliped her hair and said "Hi"

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There was a small child and her talking stuffed animal on an adventure to save the digital... world. This somehow meant they ended up in the coffee shop, looking for breakfast.

Since her dads were being weird. Again.

"Heeeelp meeeee," Poromon gasped, trying to hop behind Cinderella as Jan looked over the various foods available.

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Cinderella knelt down to talk to the weird little...creature. She was friends to all the animals, even if she didn't recognize what kind this one was. "Of course, little friend!" she said. "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

He didn't appear to be caught in a trap. Maybe he needed clothes?

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...heeeey. He was perfectly fine running around naked. Mostly because of the feathers.

"She keeps pulling on my wings," he said, looking over at Jan. That evil little girl.

His poor, useless wings.

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Rude looked at the monster thoughtfully, and opened and closed his fists, making the leather of his gloves creak ominously. Was it a student here, or something he could fight? He wondered if it would drop anything interesting if he defeated it.

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The barristas may have been unfazed because they were used to Fandom, but when Rude came in he was unfazed because he was Rude, and had only one expression, ever.

He sipped his coffee and pointed to a part of the floor she hadn't gotten to yet. "You... missed a spot."

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Cinderella glanced up from her scrubbing and gave Rude a cheerful smile. "Thank you," she said, because she was always polite. "I think that the mice just haven't gotten to it yet. But it will be clean, I promise you. Before I'm done with my song, even!"

Which was like 6 lines on constant repeat, so she could be singing it awhile.