Fandom Island and Town

Warren had, before the day even really had a chance to start, decided that he needed coffee. Maybe it was because he'd spent his night with unexpected roommates (which he really didn't mind, though it was something he hadn't completely been expecting, either). Maybe it was more that he'd been kind of iffy about coming back here in the first place, and he'd already lit several zombie gremlins on fire on his way through town. And considering the fact that the island's last all-out zombie invasion was the reason he'd decided to move away from here in the first place...

Look, some things just required coffee, damn it. And if the barista didn't stop looking at him hungrily and snapping her teeth at him instead of just making his damn drink order, there were even odds he was going to snap and burn this place to the ground while he was at it.

He did eventually just give up on the prospect of coffee and hold her at bay with a chair while he grabbed a teabag, a mug, and some hot water. That looked like it was going to be the only service he was going to get around here, at least for a while. He'd go back for the counter for coffee once her gremlin bite wore off, but for the time being he was sitting in a window seat, drinking his tea and watching the chaos unfolding outside.

"... Fandom. Ugh."

[OOC: Open!]

This couldn't be right.

Warren had done a few laps of the island after winding up unceremoniously deposited halfway down a set of stairs that he'd ever so gracefully tumbled down. He hadn't been hurt, of course, but his dignity had suffered a fair bit in the fall. It wasn't until he picked himself up again and looked around that he realized he probably hadn't just stumbled. He'd been about to blame the weird way the world around him seemed to twitch on the fall itself.

Now, stepping into a coffee shop that actually sold a decent coffee, he was pretty positive that that wasn't the case. His trek around the island had let him get a feel for how many things were unfamiliar, and how many things were familiar in a way he'd thought he'd never see again.

It was almost satisfying, seeing the way the barista inched away from him as he stepped up to the counter to order. Not that he meant to be intimidating.

... Okay, yes, he did. Either way, she probably didn't expect that he was just ordering a green tea, going by the look she gave him. He settled down at one of the tables, tea in hand, and looked out the window with a frown. This was definitely not the Fandom he'd woken up in this morning.

He hoped this was going to last.

[OOC: ... I missed this boy. Open!]

It was Warren's final shift at Cafe Fina. The last one. Ever. No more. Nix. Nada. Zip. Jack squat. And if he was feeling kind of nostalgic about it, he was going to be the last one to let it show.

Mostly because the Cheese Grater was doing more than enough of that for him.

"And over there is where you slipped on the grease spot and couldn't get up! And there's the booth where we sang you Happy Birthday! And you were making fortune cookies over here..."

"Shut up. And stop clinging to me."

Today's Specials:
Farewell Cake, In Chocolate, Vanilla, and Marble!
...
En Flambe!

Some things, it seemed, would never change.

[One moment, OCD on the way! Fina is open! Have at thee!]

Warren had his head down on one of the tables today at Fina. It wasn't that he was tired. It wasn't that he was sick. It was that his roomie was graduating, there was going to be another huge influx of newbies in a week or so, and he hated everything. And everyone. That was a given, right?

And so, if he spent his day like this, he was hoping he'd be even less approachable than usual.

Today's Specials:
Food. You buy it, you eat it, we're all happy.

It was worth a shot. He was starting to realize that glaring at people didn't work, after all.

[Soooo OCD-free today. Headed out for a little while, will catch pings when I get home!]

It hadn't taken long for Warren to convince the staff at Cafe Fina that he was, in fact, Warren Peace. There had been a tantrum, which almost had them convinced, but they were a little uncertain yet.

And then Warren busted out the terrifying flames. They were horrible, really. A sight to quiver at.

Today's Specials:
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches With The Crusts Cut Off
Milk and Cookies (Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter)
Orange or Apple Juice, Served in a Sippy Cup or With a Bendy Straw

Cafe Fina was open and ready for business. Don't mind that the staff was practically in stitches over the wee little candle-sized flames at the end of Warren's hands.

It was almost too perfect, really.

[Wee OCD coming Up!]

Today at Cafe Fina, the dishes figured that they were going to surprise Warren by preparing food that he liked. Not for any particular reason, really. They were just hoping that they could get him in a good mood. Because good moods meant that they might be lucky enough to get through the day without fireballs flying toward their rear ends.

The problem with attempting to fry everything, of course, was that dishes weren't the most coordinated individuals, and the result was grease all over the floor.

Sadly, Warren found the grease spots before the Mop did.

Today's Specials:
Deep-fried Mutton Rolls
Chicken Balls
Battered Shrimp
Candied Banana Fritters

Maybe Warren would appreciate their efforts more if they'd ever work up the nerve to attempt to help him get up off the slippery, greasy floor.

Warren had been suspicious that Fina had been broken into the moment he had set foot inside the Café. It was the gaggle of strange humans running around, where there had been dishes before. It just didn't seem... natural.

"Which really is an indication as to how long you've been on Fandom," the guy that Warren had to assume used to be a cheese grater pointed out.

He had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded good at the time.

Today's Specials:
Inside-Out Turkey Sandwiches
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Or Whatever

Yet again, weirdness had struck the island, and Warren was at work.

He was starting to blame Sundays.

Warren was cranky today. Which really wasn't anything new, naturally. The reason that Warren was cranky, however, had something to do with the weird messages he was getting on his phone. At least he'd returned them, which helped.

Still and all, the dishes were keeping their distance from him, today.

Today's Specials:
40% off all poultry and flambe!

Fina was, of course, open.

It really was the way of things, wasn't it?

Whenever Warren was busy trying to tuck himself away so he wouldn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of a throng of strangers swarming the island, the dishes would go and do something like this?

He'd argued. It was all he could do, really. It was a matter of all of the plates, forks, knives, spoons, napkins, and other assorted utensils outnumbered him, umpteen to one.

And so, the Specials Board today read:

Be Our Guest!
Come On In! Request Anything You Like! Bring a Friend!
Newcomers To The Island Pay Half!

Warren was going to just sit away in a corner and contemplate his revenge, hating them all.

[OCD is up, with a note on the dishes in the OOC comment.]

Warren was not a fan of the holidays.

Today at Cafe Fina, the dishes were putting Warren's appreciation of Christmas to the ultimate test, by breaking out into obnoxiously cheery caroling and pulling out the holiday decorations. They insisted that it was because their master back in France however many years ago absolutely hated Christmas. So really, it would be a shame to let the holiday season on Fandom pass without putting extra effort into it.

When the garland came to life and attempted to crawl up Warren's leg, Warren pointed out very clearly that he could see exactly why their master wasn't a fan of the holidays.

Today's Specials Board:
Flambe. Again.
Humbug.

Please, ignore the smoke. Garland doesn't burn well.

Turkey. The freezers, the fridges, the cupboards. All full of leftover Turkey.

Warren and the cooking staff at Fina had all stared at this excess of poultry for the longest time, trying to puzzle out what to do with it all.

Today's Specials:
Turkey Curry
Turkey Pie
Turkey Stew
Turkey in the Straw

Warren had tried to talk the dishes out of that last one. Straw was terribly flammable, after all.

Cafe Fina was open. And working on getting rid of those pesky holiday leftovers.

Yet again, it was Sunday, and Warren found himself, as usual, at work.

Working. Yep. Hard at work.

Okay, fine, he was making fortune cookies. Just because he could. And experimenting with different sorts of fillings, to go with the small heap of ones with weird, somewhat cranky fortunes inside of them.

Today's Specials:
Come in, Eat Food, Rant To Warren About Anything You Want
Get a Free Fortune Cookie

So far, the tastiest filling was the raspberry jam. The messiest, alas, was the chocolate. It kept melting on Warren while he tried to fold it into the still-hot cookie.

[Open~]

Warren was at work yet again. Taking advantage of any lulls in order to tackle his way through an apology letter for certain... happenings in class this week.

So far, he'd gotten as far as "Dear," about eleven times, and then he'd crossed them out. And then burned them. For good measure.

Because that really wasn't the word that he wanted to start any letter to his teacher with.

Today's Specials:
Chocolate Mousse
It goes well with frustration.

If he ended up burning one more letter, the dishes were going to just write the letter for him.

[Open!]

Warren was pacing up and down the beach, casting his eyes out to the water and frowning thoughtfully.

Training to fight with Kurogane.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see what his employer had in mind for today's lesson.

Maybe he'd get through the evening without boiling the seawater again.

[For Kurogane, but the beach is open for beachly needs, too, naturally.]

For the first time in... possibly in ever, Warren was starting his shift in a somewhat decent mood.

Well, he hadn't lit any of the utensils on fire yet.

He wasn't outright homicidal. That was close enough.

Today's Specials:
He's Already Halfway There!
Make Warren Laugh, Get a Free Slice of Pie

The Pepper Shaker's idea, today. It had earned him a strange look from Warren, but Warren relented and decided to just go with it. It wasn't like people being pleasant at him would hurt anything.

... Right?

[Fina is open and I'm around! Shocking!]

Warren was cranky on Sunday morning when he arrived at the cafe to open up for the day.

Which, really, wasn't a stretch.

But Warren was mostly cranky because, somewhere out there, there was the opportunity to be a hero. And he was opening Fina instead.

Today's Specials
Order anything.
Warren will make the dishes cook it.
He's in a mood.

The dishes decided to try to console him by reminding him that he'd chosen the day he worked himself. They also suggested that, in a way, he was a hero for dealing with their antics!

The suggestion, really, had only resulted in the cheese-grater running in circles, trying to douse the fire on the seat of his pants with the contents of a bottle of vinegar.

[Cafe Fina is open!]

Somehow, Warren had managed to work his winning charms on Kurogane yesterday in order to land himself a job at Cafe Fina, that swank restaurant in town that Warren had never been in, but it had always seemed like the inside was full of bustling and singing and energy.

And the menu was all fancy.

And there was that bouncing pork bun thing.

Warren wasn't going to entertain thoughts that perhaps he should have applied for a job at Ching Tai instead. A little variety on his resume would do him some good.

Today's Specials
Ravioli Alla Gorgonzola
Grasshopper Pie
(Ask About Our Sunday En Flambé Option)

For whatever reason, the serving staff seemed rather nostalgic about being bossed around by a guy whose hands lit on fire whenever he got frustrated with them.

[OCD up, and Fina is open!]

It had been a fairly uneventful weekend for Warren the newt. There had been a good deal of napping, hiding under rocks, and cursing whatever force of Fandom had turned him into the diminutive creature in the first place. At least he'd ruled out the possibility of a supervillain attack involving a transmogrification beam. That had made his time spent as a newt at least slightly less worrisome.

Until the bunyip had wandered ashore from the ocean and had decided to snuffle about under his rock in search of a tasty morsel.

Sadly, a moist little newt, fire bellied though it may be, was not able to spark itself aflame in order to scare off the creature as its tusked maw edged closer. And so Warren was forced to make the most undignified of retreats.

The running newt soon became a running boy, and the bunyip lost interest.

Warren was less amused, seeing as he was lacking clothing and hadn't had the ability to move his things to the much closer cabins yet.

This was going to be a long run with his hands covering his unmentionables, indeed.

[Open for gawking!]