Luke's, Sunday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had banished himself from the kitchen for the weekend (you did not want to see what he'd managed to do to scrambled eggs, yesterday), so instead was spending his time at the diner today cleaning and rearranging the dining room.

The fact that he could do this from the counter and he glowed blue when he did was almost making up for the fact that he could also burn water right now.

Almost.

Today's specials
Three cheese macaroni
Curly fries
Root beer floats

Luke's was open.

Comments

Mod your service

[lovemykilt]

Watch out for shifting tables.

Talk to Prieslty

[lovemykilt]

He can float your food to you! It might even get where it's going when he does. He's still learning accuracy with the blue glowy stuff.

Re: Talk to Prieslty

[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

After his radio broadcast, James was still mad. Mad enough to have diner food. That wasn't an insult to diner food. Diners were good to lower level supervillains like him. So he threw on his new high heels, walked over to Luke's, changed into regular shoes right outside, and then walked in very slowly.

"Hey, you with the hand. I'll have the macaroni as soon as I get to a booth," James said

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[lovemykilt]

"That's incredible, sir," Priestly said. "Most people never notice I have hands."

He might have accidentally slid a chair in James' direction from behind. Totally because he didn't have full control over his blue telekinesis, yet.

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[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"You know, I'm just gonna sit here. Bring me a table too, will you?" James asked as he took a couple of slow steps back into the chair.

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[lovemykilt]

The chair might have tried to scootch out from under James as he sat down. You know, just maybe. Chairs could be unreliable like that.

"You're the boss, sir," Priestly answered, shifting a small table over to the guy and quietly adding "table service charge" to the ticket he'd started for the macaroni order.

Really, being a douche to your server just wasn't a good idea.

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[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" James yelled as he fell on his butt. "What's the deal with that?"

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[lovemykilt]

"Sorry, sir," Priestly said. "I've only manifested telekinesis once before. I'm not very good at it, yet."

This was all true. Except maybe that first bit.

"Anything to drink with your macaroni?"

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[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure. I think somebody just doesn't want a tip," James said as he got back to his feet and held onto the chair before trying to sit down.

Of course, that was a dumb thing to say before you got your food.

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[lovemykilt]

Especially to a guy whose freezer included ingredients for traditional Klingon cuisine. Also, fermented yak's milk.

"Watch out for the napkin container, sir," Priestly said, as one of the metal napkin holders went flying through the dining room at not-quite-above-James'-head level. "And to drink?"

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[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

Great. Now he got dinged in the head. Great.

"I'll have a Coke. But I've got to warn you, one more thing like this happens and I'm putting on these heels and I'm walking out of here. And you'll have wasted some macaroni. AND three whole cheeses."

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[lovemykilt]

". . . Those are some damn fine heels." His estimation of you just went up slightly, James. "I did warn you about the napkin container." He'd meant to pull it up at the last moment, but see above, re: not actually that good at this, yet.

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[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, my reaction time is shot at the moment, okay?" James said. "The past couple days have sucked."

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*riiiiing* Or rather, ringtone of Dinah-Land. Which currently is not missing superpowers. That would be very inconvenient.

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[lovemykilt]

Bless caller specific ring tones. They meant Priestly could do things like answer with "So I'm telekinetic again."

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh wow. How is that going? And can you still cook?"

See, priorities! Greetings were for people who didn't live in each other's personal space. Or headspace. Whatever.

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[lovemykilt]

"Nope," Priestly sighed. "But the TK is blue this time, so that's neat."

He was only handling this as well as he was because he could be reasonably sure he'd be just fine tomorrow.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Blue? Well that's... special. And confusing." Dinah flopped back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to work out if there was any significance to that. "You can see it working, hunh... Is stuff happening to other people too?"

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[lovemykilt]

"Radio was full of it, yeah. It's like the skills version of the women turn biologically male weekend."

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"So somewhere on the island, someone's making the perfect omelet. Or could, if they liked omelets and felt like trying. And someone else is wondering where their TK went." Dinah made a face. "Also kinda like when the telephones go crazy... Is the TK working better this time, at least?"

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[lovemykilt]

"I kinda tortured a customer, earlier. Mostly accidentally." A beat. "He was a dick."

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sat up, laughing. "Mostly? How do you mostly accidentally torture someone with TK?"

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[lovemykilt]

"You try to nudge things and end up throwing them," Priestly said. "Ram 'em with a chair, yank it too far out from under them, miss with the napkin holder and actually hit them in the head instead of buzzing them. . . ."

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Priestly!" Still laughing. Even though it was mean. "With superpowers comes responsibilities. Unless you're a supervillain!"

OOC

[lovemykilt]

My cat has given up on me again. She does not understand why sometimes I need both hands on the keyboard when clearly the natural order of things is one hand on the keyboard, one hand on the kitty.

Poor kitty.