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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on Mar 7, 2012 19:55:52 GMT -5
Location: Business District
((Date: February 11, 2521. Time: 5PM. Anyone welcome who would come to a steakhouse. ))
Grimy blond hair hung down in Pollux's tired eyes. He hadn't worked this much since that time he had tried to work at a restaurant and found Model Ge in that box nine months before. He heaved a sigh and tried to slump down at the table he had just finished washing. Sure, he had taken this job in order to try to get lessons from the head chef at Roader's Steakhouse. However, he had yet to be allowed in the kitchen for anything other than cleaning duties.
No sooner had his butt touched the seat, Pollux heard a sharp tone from his pants pocket.
"Sitting down on the job already?"
Pollux sighed and rolled his eyes. He then started scrubbing at a spot at the table in order to try to get his Biometal off his case. "...You sound like my mother." He muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Model Ge to hear.
He then got up slowly and chucked his rag into his bucket. He then shuffled the bucket to the back and grabbed a few menus. Service would be starting in three...two...one.
Bring it on, customers. Busboy-waiter Pollux Roux was ready. Even with his grouchy Biometal in tow.
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Post by Vlad the Vampiroid on Mar 7, 2012 20:43:31 GMT -5
Already one hour awake and travelling around the city, Vlad had decided to come to a steak house for his "breakfast." While he was only able to live on by sucking the life of other living beings, even he enjoyed a good steak every now and then.
The sun was still out right now despite how late it was. He couldn't be out in his real form for obvious reasons. So right now, he appeared look like a rather mature and tall looking humanoid in his 40's. Slim, well chiseled features on his face, such as a pointed chin and nose, plus a rather thin and well trimmed mustache. The earpieces seemed to be pointed towards the back of his head. His hair wasn't short, but it wasn't too long either. It just didn't go past his jaw-line right now, and was combed back. His face didn't look pale right now, rather it was a normal shade of skin tone for a man his age who didn't tan but was still "full of life". He was wearing a rather nice looking suit, mostly black in color. Not like the American looking business suit, more like a European styled suit with cuffed sleeves and some rather impressive Embroidery on it. The collar of his shirt was upraised around his neck, and in the place of a tie there was a velvet colored cravat with a bright red ruby clamp to hold the cravat in place around his neck. He removed what looked like a rather thick high collared cape from his shoulders and folded it over one of his arms. In the other was a cane with an impressively detailed handle.
The only piece of clothing he had on him that seemed out of place was the visor he wore over his eyes. It looked like a pair of sunglasses a doctor would prescribe to those who may have some difficulty seeing.
It was a good idea for him to be wearing the blocky-looking visor. It also hid a good portion of his face. After all, he is the equivalent of Walt Disney in this era. Despite being officially dead for one-hundred years, his company had done well and continued to be successful. Why was he coming to a public place then and in hiding? Why didn't he simply get some really expensive chef his company owned? To avoid suspicion that he was breaking the law and still alive.
He walked to the front desk. "Table for one please. A back booth if at all possible."
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Post by Imit Phare & Model Co on Mar 7, 2012 21:53:40 GMT -5
Vlad wasn't the only that was considering steak right now. Imit had been craving a steak himself for the past few days, and had finally decided to splurge and go for the steakhouse. Sure, it was a bit early for dinner, but he could always make himself a snack. Right now, though, he was dressed in his casual outfit, adjusting his bandanna so that it didn't fall off easily.
"...Steak? Don't you ever get tired of it?"
"Nope."
He murmured quietly to the Biometal in his pocket as he entered and stood behind the gentleman with the visor. Meanwhile, Model Co would've blinked if he could. There was a very familiar, a very annoying presence, in this shop, and this young Biometal was very close by.
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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on Mar 8, 2012 12:49:19 GMT -5
"M'yello sir. Welcome to...uh...Roader's Steakhouse. I'm Pollux and I'll be serving you this evening." Pollux bowed to Vlad. He disliked his rehearsed speech for the customers, but he knew he had to do it. "Lemme getcha a back corner booth and a menu, pal." He then carefully tried to lead Vlad back toward one of the booths further back in the dining room, in a corner. Once he had Vlad situated, he would offer the other a menu. "Oh, what would you like to drink, sir?" He asked, trying to get Vlad's order started. "Tonight's specials are a flank steak with garlic butter and sauteed onions and mushrooms, or a seared strip steak with Mr. Roader's special hot chili pepper sauce."
Model Ge nudged Pollux from the young man's pocket. "You have another customer...and I think I sense another Biometal." He murmured.
Pollux flinched. Ah damn, Model Ge was right. Pollux bowed politely, mustering a faint grin. "I'll be back to take your order after I get this other customer, okay?" He then made a mad dash for Imit in order to greet him. For a moment, he could have sworn he'd heard a voice while the next customer wasn't moving his lips. However, he wasn't about to confront the guy just because he had a biometal. If he indeed was the one who had a biometal. He tried to put on his most cheerful look, despite the fact that he didn't like working so much. "Is there any particular seating preference for you, sir?"
A quiet grunt issued from Model Ge. "...someone familiar nearby."
Pollux responded to this reaching down to smack his pocket. Damned Biometal, quiet!
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Post by Vlad the Vampiroid on Mar 8, 2012 23:47:44 GMT -5
"Lead on Sir Pollux," Vlad said as he followed the younger man towards the booth. He sensed at least two different biometals here in this restaurant, and they were very close to him back at the front desk. As he followed Pollux to the back of the restaurant he noticed that one of the biometals were getting farther and farther away. It must've come from someone behind him, perhaps the lad with the red eyes that. . . looked almost the same shade of red that his eyes sometimes had.
Vlad seemed to be in a pleasurable demeanor right now as he sat in the shade of the booth on the cushioned seats. He folded his cape a second time over and set it next to him inside the booth, and then placed his cane against the cape in the seat next to him.
"A glass of water to start with will suffice until I can select a wine to have with my meal," he began.
His somewhat happy face lessened a bit when he heard mention of "garlic butter." Still, the rest of that steak sounded very appetizing.
Pollux then mentioned he had to seat another customer really quick. "Please go do so. I shall have my order ready when you return."
Once Pollux left, Vlad opened his menu and began looking over the various steak options. The way he was holding the menu, one would assume he was holding it like a choir singer would hold their score and lyrics in front of them; the left hand was palm upward holding the middle of the spine of the menu almost 10 or 20 degrees upward while his right hand had his index and middle finger pointed towards each item he read in the menu. He examined every item on the menu as he contemplated the options before him.
Red Wine was definitely a must for this meal.
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Post by Imit Phare & Model Co on Mar 9, 2012 0:01:44 GMT -5
Alas, Vlad. Imit's eyes were brown; they just simply looked like they were red. Still, it was rather amusing when he learned that people thought his eyes were red. The young man waited as the waiter took the gentleman in front of him and led him to a seat. Meanwhile, Model Co was fidgeting, causing Imit to sigh.
"For the love of everything, calm down... we're in public..."
"But I know this person! He feels so familiar!"
Hopefully Model Co would be quiet... though sometimes Imit felt like he was the Biometal's babysitter. Why was Co made with the personality of a rather loud little boy?
Wait. Did someone just... say another Biometal nearby. He narrowed his eyes a little bit. Huh. He didn't know of any other Biometals personally, though he had heard about the thing with Master Albert. Who hadn't?
"Hi! No preference for me, thanks."
Then the voice spoke up again, practically in front of him even though the waiter hadn't moved his lips, and Imit winced as he saw the waiter smack his pocket and tell it to shut up. He would have let it slide, but...
"You! I know its you!"
Dammit Co!
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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on Mar 19, 2012 11:07:56 GMT -5
"Right this way!" Pollux gestured. He seemed to give an awkward smile, trying not to let Model Ge speak up too much. Once he had Vlad seated, he hastily scrawled down the water for Vlad on his ticket-pad. So much for that quiet day he'd hoped when he took up this job in the first place. He had to have known that the quietude wasn't going to last forever!
"Alright sir! I'll be back with your water in a second." With that, he skittered toward the kitchen to get a quick, crisp glass of water for Vlad.
Once he had the water provided, he gave a chipper, tired smile to the other customer, Imit. "Alright, I'll hook you up with a window booth then. Good view of the area--pretty nice atmosphere, I think." Of course, Pollux said this not because he'd been trained to, but because he liked that particular booth himself. Although it was normally where he plopped himself down during one of his breaks or during a lull, he wasn't so greedy that he wouldn't let another sit in "his" booth. After all, he didn't own it. His name wasn't all over it. It was for the public just as much as it was for the lazy waiter who wished he were in the kitchen, not in the main dining area where the guests always traipsed around. After all, what if his sister came in and challenged him about why he wasn't cooking? Not that he'd seen Cassi in a while...
He suddenly flinched when he heard a voice that didn't seem to belong to the customer. Aw slag, what was this? Another Biometal?
Model Ge hissed. "Wonderful. I suppose it is too much to ask of the grand metallic maker to avoid running into a little annoyance. At least you do not have your...Suzies."
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Post by Vlad the Vampiroid on Mar 25, 2012 16:45:22 GMT -5
Vlad thanked the young server for his water as he continued to go through the selections on the menu.
He could hear the conversation between the two boys rather well. He found it a bit curious they were talking to no one at first but, upon some mental debating, he realized it must've been the biometals they were talking to.
How odd. They seemed to have normal/casual conversations with their biometals and had such ease doing so. He's had Model W for close to 100 years on average, and even then he and his biometal didn't exactly converse with one another like those two could with their biometals. At least he was guessing that they could judging from their responses.
He must remember to look into the matter in greater detail with the two of them once nightfall approaches. Maybe he'll start with the younger boy tonight, and save the waiter for another night. It all depends on how this evening's meal turns out.
Perhaps that is yet another thing he must work towards in terms of proving Psuederoids to be Mega Men's equals. Understanding biometal.
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Post by Imit Phare & Model Co on Mar 25, 2012 19:21:51 GMT -5
Imit grinned back at the waiter once the man came back to him. Seemed like a fairly decent fellow, maybe he would be able to tip this guy quite well once the day was over.
"Window seat? Sure, fine with me!"
As he followed Pollux (well, his nametag said Pollux) over to where he was going to be seated, he winced as the other Biometal present (and it was so close! The waiter?) hissed at Co.
"Pah! My Suzies were a thousand times more better than you! At least they didn't judge by appearance, you narcissistic mirror-staring self-lover of a jerk! You preened in front of the mirror all day!"
Oy. Imit winced, biting his lip and trying not to say anything to alert any of the other patrons that were nearby, and instead looked at Pollux with this long-suffering look. Yes, this guy might just get a good tip if only to apologize.
"So uh... what do you recommend today?"
At least no one else would be able to hear the Biometals except for these two.
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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on Apr 3, 2012 18:52:32 GMT -5
Pollux gave a cheerful grin. "That's a favorite seat of mine on m'days off if I do say so myself. I figure I should share my little 'slice of heaven' with customers." No shame in admitting he sat there a lot. However, he was obviously going to be lying about when he took that spot. No one needed to know he liked to sit down on the job all the darn time! Except him. And maybe his biometal who harped at him like his mother.
Model Ge wasn't going to take Model Co's insults lying down. Or stuffed in Pollux's pocket for that matter. He pressed at the inside of the pocket in his fury. "This coming from a little annoying prick who did nothing but pull pranks on people, most of which were either humiliating, painful, or destructive of property?"
Pollux sighed lightly. Ah, damn his noisy biometal! He wasn't about to let the other patrons or any other waiter that might actually show up know that hey, he was one of the "Megamen". That'd be too much effort! He just wanted to coast by and live, and maybe get cooking lessons.
He perked up some when asked what he recommended. "Oh? What do I recommend? I'm quite partial to the seared strip-steak with Mr. Roader's special hot chili pepper sauce myself. I also recommend the flank steak with garlic butter and sauteed onions and mushrooms."
Of course, he recommended letting him have both and letting him learn the recipes to both. But he wasn't going to say that to a patron. Too much effort.
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Post by Imit Phare & Model Co on Apr 9, 2012 23:57:40 GMT -5
((OOC: Vlad said to skip him.))
Imit grinned back at Pollux, trying not to let it look like that there was something wrong at all. Nope, his Biometal was not picking a fight with the waiter's Biometal... at least, he wished it were so.
"Looks like a really good one, too~. Thanks for it." He gave another cheerful smile to hide his emotions, though the twitch in the corner of his lips gave it away the next time he heard Co speak. God dammit.
"And who do you think that I pulled those pranks on? Not the people that didn't deserve them! Just the ones that found it funny to humiliate or taunt me first! Like you, shineypants." Model Co sniffed in an arrogant manner. Stupid 'brothers' hadn't realized how much it had hurt!
Imit swallowed, discreetly knocking at his pocket a little bit, and glanced at the menu so to pretend that he hadn't noticed the waiter listening to the two Biometals arguing, before looking up.
"Yup, you work here, you know the best dishes, right?" Imit smiled. Hm, seared steak with the in-house special hot chili pepper sauce... or the flank steak with garlic butter and sauteed onions and mushrooms. Well, he did like spices, and he could always come back here later and try the other dish.
"I'll have an order of the seared-steak with the special hot chili pepper sauce, and some root beer to drink, please." Be polite, keep that smiled while listening to the Biometals argue...
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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on Apr 11, 2012 14:17:59 GMT -5
Somehow, Pollux was managing to maintain his composure, even in the face of the adverse condition of his biometal picking a fight with his patron's biometal. He supposed it was just a hazard of the job that he hadn't really wanted to encounter, originally. However, it was bound to happen. Knowing his luck, anyway.
He'd never been a real lucky reploid--even for one who had been built to be the child of a human and a reploid who would later divorce. He hadn't seen his human father in...man, how long?
However, he chirruped cheerfully despite that deeply-hidden memory. "Welcome. I'm all about relaxation--even for my patrons." What could he say? He was a rather chill guy!
"What? I kick your stupid rollerskate across the room one time and you see it fit to smash my mirrors every time you see me?" Model Ge snorted. "I wouldn't have had to keep picking on you if you hadn't kept it going, you know."
Even Pollux had his limits, despite his chill personality. He socked his pocket hard, glancing down for a faint moment; if Model Ge could get a good look, he'd know that this was Pollux's rare glare that meant "you are pissing me off". It wasn't the kind of look you said "who pissed in your Cheerios" about. Because that would just make it worse.
Model Ge, almost on cue protested to his biomatch. "Geez, Scruffy. Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
That statement would be met with another thump to the pocket. He tried to put on his most cheerful look. "O'course. I used to eat here before I worked here."
That statement was so true it hurt. He did rather much enjoy eating--anywhere, for that matter. If he hadn't been a reploid, he probably would have had a huskier figure than what he already had. Certainly a figure that made his Biometal cringe in shame because Pollux would have never fit in his old armor.
He quickly scribbled down Imit's order with as cheerful a grin he could muster despite the bickering Biometals and the smart aleck response that Model Ge had given to his smack. "Gotcha. Want any sides with that?"
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Post by Imit Phare & Model Co on Apr 20, 2012 21:12:44 GMT -5
((OOC: And Vlad is skipping again.))
Imit took a deep breath, thanking his stars that the other patron that was present seemed to be unaware of the argument that was going on with the two Biometals. He didn't like it when his Biometal argued with other people's Biomatches, not that it had happened before. He just didn't want this nice waiter to spit in his food.
Well, who said that Imit was lucky? Here he was, all alone in the world.
"Hey, it's a good way to look at it." Imit grinned.
Model Co was practically seething by now. "Idiot. That wasn't 'kicking'. You snatched it from my hands, dropped it, and practically smashed it against the wall and then destroyed it! You and the others! And all because I looked like him!"
If looks could kill, Model Ge would be a pile of scrap metal on the floor and Imit's pocket would be cinders. "And I wouldn't have kept going if you hadn't kept going!"
Imit pressed his hands against his pocket, not wanting Co to fly out and start whacking the other Biometal that was present. That would not be good, at all.
"Lemme at him!"
Imit just continued to hold Co down. "Really? I haven't come here that much - I'm not one that eats out a lot. And no sides, thanks. That'll probably be all for now."
The sooner that Pollux left the table, the less the two would have to worry about Biometals beating each other up.
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Post by Pollux Roux & Model Ge on May 13, 2012 21:42:17 GMT -5
Pollux rubbed the back of his head casually. "Glad someone sees it my way, even if my boss isn't always thrilled with my perspective on it." Of course, then again, the patron didn't know that Pollux spent incredibly long amounts of time in seats like this.
Model Ge twitched, seething. "Quit spouting lies you little brat! It was already on the ground, it nearly made me break my neck, and I smashed the other against the wall so that it wouldn't happen twice! And you know what? I'd have destroyed more rollerskates than that too. Especially if you would have left them there to try to kill me because we ALL know you had it in for me." He then snorted harshly. "Oh, I kept it going? Even after I was the one to declare a truce and you woke me up with firecrackers in my nose?"
Pollux gave an even sharper glare now down toward his pocket and clutched to his own pocket. Oh, how Model Ge was being stubborn this evening. "I mostly eat out, always here, 'cause of the convenience and all." He then nodded and wrote down "no sides" on the ticket. "Gotcha. I'll be back with your meal here in a little bit."
He then made his way back toward Vlad's table, hoping the other was ready to order. He gave a chipper grin, trying not to show how frustrated he was with his biometal. "May I take your order, sir?"
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Post by Vlad the Vampiroid on May 14, 2012 2:58:08 GMT -5
Let's see now. Besides listening on the two boys' conversation, it didn't seem like they wanted to talk about their biometals. Just focusing on orders. How very interesting.
The boy and the waiter seemed to be both rather cheerfully entertaining to him. The waiter had such good manners. Depending on how tonight goes, he may just see about having the waiter given a better job at one of his theme parks. Possibly a better pay at a resturaunt there. Or he could leave a large tip at the end of the meal. That works too.
Despite sensing the two biometals they both had. . . one seemed. . . something about the black haired boy gave him a sense of familiarity he couldn't quite place. Could it be he reminded him of one of his children? No that couldn't be it. It was something else far more . . . mysteriously haunting.
Ah, now the waiter had returned and wanted his order. He kept a polite and proper, if not well controlled calm elegant smile on his face as he looked up to Pollux through his shades.
"Yes. . . I'm considering a Cabernet for my wine this evening. . . if you have a much finer red wet wine you'd recommend however, I'll gladly take it," he began. "Also, what is your opinion of the Filet Mignons served here?"
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