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Post by doc on Jun 11, 2008 7:46:07 GMT -5
Revenant chimes in "I packed a lunch, but I can join you guys if you'd like. Kind of on a special diet"
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Post by Mierin on Jun 11, 2008 8:47:42 GMT -5
Miranda nods at Jamison "Aaaah." She smirks "You Americans and your slang. It still confuses me sometimes. Though I agree with the idea of going to a restaurant with real food than some cart on the corner of the street." To Revenant, she asks "What kind of special diet are you on?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 11, 2008 9:07:17 GMT -5
"American slang?" Powerarmour asks. "No American I know calls it 'street meat'... You Aussies and your generalizing..."
SPM starts chuckling. "Oh! I get!" He says. "Very drole, yes. I would not mind a restaurant either. With a booth. I like booths, they're all boothy and peachy keen!"
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Post by dakota on Jun 11, 2008 9:22:44 GMT -5
Jamison shrugged," I've heard them called alot worse, but real food sounds alot better." He picked up his bag. " I'm ready to go whenever the rest of you are."
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Post by doc on Jun 11, 2008 11:00:34 GMT -5
Revenant responds to Miranda "High Electrolites and protiens. Keeping my implants functional required a change in my diet."
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Post by kurff on Jun 11, 2008 12:54:58 GMT -5
"Those coming can pack the costumes away..or I can pick up your orders." he seemed a bit surprised, "Well I suppose we can order out for those who didn't bring lunch. But I'm hitting up that Hot dog vendor on the way there." he said.
"I did see a place called the 'Regal Beagle' that looked good." he shrugged.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 11, 2008 14:39:31 GMT -5
"I know a place a couple blocks away that other Caveliers use as a restaurant." Troubleshooter says. "A bit cheaper than the Regal Beagle and better-oriented to costume fellas who may wish to retain their secret identities."
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Post by kurff on Jun 11, 2008 14:46:54 GMT -5
"Great we have place for lunch. I'll suit up, But if it's cheaper than regal Beagle." he had a look of mocking concern.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 11, 2008 17:00:06 GMT -5
OK, so Trouble shooter leads the gang over to a place that looks like a curtained diner, mostly because it is. It's called the Old Abandonned Warehouse.
"Turns out," Troubleshooter says, "None of the common folk even think to check."
[ADDENDUM]
Inside, the places looks old, but immaculate and very well lit. A few of the other super heroes are in there eating as well as a few CSPD, usually in ones, twos and threes.
"Looking for information?" Says the waitress to Troubleshooter. She's in her early 40s, like the place, looking older, but still clean and professional (business style clothes, nothing tacky, polyester or uniformy; the restaurant logo on the breast pocket).
"Nope, just a half dozen menues. This one here." He points to Revenant. "Is on a special diet, so I think we can give him a pass for today. That one." He points to SPM. "Is a sock." He pauses for it to sink in. "He would like a booth. The rest of us don't much care."
The waitress lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, we can manage that. This way, folks." She says. "Don't know all your tastes, but it's standard American fair. If it's unseemly, you're in the wrong place to ask, so don't bother trying."
The cops look the new folks over, doing little when they see Troubleshooter among them.
The Waitress, Francesca, seats them in an empty corner booth and hands out menus.
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Post by Mierin on Jun 12, 2008 9:01:41 GMT -5
Miranda stands quietly as the enter the restaurant and follows the others to the booth and sits down. Taking the menu, she smiles and Francesca and says "Thanks." She then looks at the menu to decide what she wants to eat.
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Post by kurff on Jun 12, 2008 13:18:15 GMT -5
"Thank you." Quinn says as he takes the menu. He quietly grinned at Troubleshooter as Francesca left. "Nice lady, I could get used to this place..." he looked around.
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Post by doc on Jun 12, 2008 19:48:14 GMT -5
Revenant takes out a plain brown paper bag, and empties it onto the table. You see a small bag of carrots and celery, in addition to several small tupperware containers filled with various pastes and liquid concoctions, all of which he pours into a thermos and shakes thoroughly. After which he opens it and pours the contents, now a sickly green paste, down his throat.
"Ah, wonderful. Tastes like cold vomit and cigarette ash." Looks over the menu "Can I order Orange Juice in the largest possible glass you have, and the chicken Ceasar wrap?" He begins to eat the carrots and celery.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 12, 2008 22:28:49 GMT -5
Likewise, Troubleshooter, PA and SPM order their food as well.
Miranda gets a buzz on her cell. If she didn't have a cell, then she seems to have gotten a present.
"So, what's your dimension like?" SPM asks Quinn.
"Hey, Revn. What about that armour you got... what's the yield it can take?" Powerarmour asks Revenant.
"You're new to this, aren't you?" Troubleshooter asks Jamieson.
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Post by doc on Jun 12, 2008 22:36:47 GMT -5
Revenant looks at Powerarmor warily "Sorry kid, I'm not sharing my technical specs, and definitely not after knowing you for all of thirty minutes." as he eats his carrots "I've got enough problems as it is."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 12, 2008 22:55:14 GMT -5
Miranda orders herself a cheeseburger and french fries and a cola. She can't help but make a face at the sight of the green goop that Revenant drinks, but doesn't say anything.
Feeling the buzz of her mobile, Miranda discretly checks the screen to see who was contacting her.
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