Welcome To Purgatory

[Ghid]

@BynariDistress

“Nice meeting you too. As for me, I’m just here doing business for a friend.” She said, reaching into the pocket on her apron and removing four small ear pieces and laying them on the table.

Then pointing at the menu once more she said, “Go ahead and order what you really want. The meal was covered regardless of what Pat said.”

Oswin gawked quite visibly at the presence of the ear pieces. He wanted to burst out into questions - Is one of these for me? Where did these get made? do you have any more of those on you? How did you get to be so strong? If you and Billie arm wrestled, who would win? Does every employee here get those cool ear pieces? How can I apply for a job? - but decided to keep quiet for now.

@NOTaHFfan

She cautiously reached out her hand to grab one, but waited before putting it in her ear, eyeing the others to see how they would act.

Seeing two of the devices getting snatched up, Oswin gingerly lifted one of the remaining pair from the table and gawked even further at it in his fingertips. “I wonder…” He felt one ear briefly, and after deciding the device was clearly not shaped to go in that one, he swapped hands and began feeling the other one.

@BynariDistress

“So that’s four orders of the cheeseburger with extra spice, one with a cookie, one with a beer - I’m going to assume the strongest we have on tap, a coffee,” looking at Altier, “How would you like that?”

“Huh?” Oswin turned, one hand holding the device and the other feeling the outside of his ear. “Oh, the- uh…”

“…Make it three.” He mumbled, “I c- I can’t… eat anything.”

@ajtazt

For his real order, he asks for Mrs. MacHash’s Prized Hog. A specialized breakfast burger where the meat patty is a large deep fried hashbrown, with eggs for lettuce, an unhealth amount of bacon, several slices of bananas serving as pickles, and buns that are secretly pancakes shaped as a typical burger bun.

As Altier named the specific menu item he desired, Oswin leaned over the menu to get a good look at the ingredients and felt his face rapidly shift from an expression of morose dejection to one of panic and horror, quickly straightening to get away from the listing on the menu.

“Okay maybe it’s better that I can’t eat.” He nervously played with his collar. “I wonder if anyone here knows CPR.”

@MakutaOisli

She huffed, and rolled her eyes. Her fingers tapped impatiently.
“I don’t get it. Is it the clothes? The demeanor? What?? Because something is ticking you off, jelly belly.”

“Uhh,” Oswin glanced between Gracie and Billie, getting an idea of the tension being generated. “I think it’s the bright colors. My biology course teacher said that bright colors in the wild indicate poisons or some other kind of danger-”

He flailed suddenly, righting himself just before he could spill backwards. A glance reminded him that he broke the bench he had been sitting on, and another glance told him that there was just enough space on the remaining bench - securely placed just over the center support - for him to sit… and give Billie absolutely no room for comfort.

His eyes met hers briefly, but quickly looked away, as he straightened himself with a guilty expression and resumed playing with his collar. He couldn’t be so presumptuous, not after that nonsense.

OOC:

@ajtazt

Seeing that Altier didn’t object to the items on the menu, a knowing grin crept across her face. But instead of taking the menus from him, she gently pushed them away.

Seems as though ya put part of your response inside ajtazt’s quote @BynariDistress