Logfile from M3

You enter Ruby's Diner.

Ruby's Diner

Hey look, it's Feste! Have a seat, take a load off...

Welcome to Ruby's Diner, a resturaunt that is now almost legendary due to it's usual clientel. It's a small but quaint place, it's walls covered in vintage posters and newspaper clippings from the dawn of the century. For the first timer, one might want to 'gaze' at the walls and check out all the things the staff and regulars have managed to collect for the walls.

The staff is always friendly, if not a tad cynical and blunt at times, but the food is always good and fast, the coffee is always fresh, and Trish always the back of her hand ready for people who act out of line, her favorite target being Maverick Hunter pretty-boy and XO Zero, who has been a regular here since the day it opened. So sit back, relax, and enjoy some conversation. Everyone knows your name around here, and even if they aren't glad you came, they're sure to still have a bit of conversation with you.

Contents: Contents:

Daryn [C] Psychogenesis [Prophet] [M]

Jessica Blakesly [Biker] [C] Portal [C]

Hien [C] Abernathy [Genesis] [C]

Exit <X>: New York - Western Downtown

Jess blinks softly, hearing Psyche take his order, and moves down the diner. Ordering Wine? From Ruby's? ...sure, Ruby's has everything, but still. ...Psychotic Mavericks. Jess just shakes her head, continuing to eat her burger, half-finished already and takes another long drink of her soda. She is almost more intent on the Director and 'Guy's conversation then she is on her food... which is surprising.

Cargo orders coffee

Zero arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Zero has arrived.

[Radio: (B) None] Portal transmits, "I'd say this place is crowded. Wouldn't you, Director?"

[Radio: (D) Informant] Feste coughs. "Your other channel is insecure."

[Radio: (D) Informant] Abernathy transmits, "... Again?"

Portal finishes off his pie, and when it looks like the replidoc would be ready to leave, he flags down a waitress. "Main course time! Three burgers, please, all the fixins." He leans back in his chair, yawning. Long day? Or people?

[Radio: (D) Informant] Feste transmits, "Apparently."

[Radio: (D) Informant] Portal transmits, "Wonderful..."

[Radio: (D) Informant] Abernathy transmits, "Isn't it. I'll send word on to Iris and Alia."

Cargo snorts at all the people, then suddenly notices a person of a strange color like him: a pure white person near his booth.

Portal sends a radio transmission.

Jessica Blakesly receives a radio transmission from Portal.

You intercept Portal's transmission to Jessica Blakesly: Don't let my demeanor fool you, Captain. I stand ready, should need arise.

Ayla Ericson arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Ayla Ericson has arrived.

Zero enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Zero has left.

And still those eyes just soak things up like a sponge. Hooked up to a pump. Hooked up to a bottomless abyss. They just kept staring. And that grin, that wasn't quite right, never stopped. He hmms faintly to himself. "They suit you. I suppose another color also could suit you, but the pink suits you as well." It's said like a common observation, as anything else he's said so far has been, and he smiles. The eyes don't leave his, but the voice, curious, asks. "Why are you writing on paper when you could be having something to eat?"

[OOC] Abernathy clears his throat. The scene, for those just entering: Psych's in a corner, having just ordered white wine. Portal's at another table, getting food. Jess is at the bar, likewise. Hien and Abby are in a corner booth, talking and/or engaged in a staring contest. Cargo's nearby.

Jessica Blakesly sends a radio transmission to Portal.

Portal receives a radio transmission from Jessica Blakesly.

You intercept Jessica Blakesly's transmission to Portal: Why... Hello there! Good. I think the Director can take care of himself for a little bit more. That other guy just makes me nervous. Keep ready. By the way. I'm Jess. Havn't read your file yet.

Portal sends a radio transmission.

Jessica Blakesly receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Portal's transmission to Jessica Blakesly: Agent Portal at your service, ma'am. Combat medic specialist assigned to are and dee.

Ebony Fox arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Ebony Fox has arrived.

Toddeo, Cargo's close friend, a small Italian man with tan skin and curly black hair, enters the diner nervously. He scans the area looking for Cargo, then spots him in his white lab coat. he hurries over to him.

"L'oh, oh, cargo my amico, I just saw this terribile being in tetsuo's!"

"Not hungry. Any more questions?" Abernathy's tone hovers between amused and dismissive. As interesting as this man is, he does have -- paperwork, always the paperwork -- to get back to.

Ayla Ericson enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Ayla Ericson has left.

*ding-ding*

Yet -another- customer enters Ruby's, further raising the fruitiness factor of the area by at least 50%. (er.)

Feste has come in search of... tea! Well, yes. Tea and perhaps something to eat, but mostly a change of surroundings to help him...study. In his hand are a few sheets of paper -- sheet music, if anyone's close enough to see it. Yep, he's got some reading up to do, for whatever reason.

Jess merely remains at her seat, not giving away that she recieved a message via earbud, and returned it via her surgically inset throatmic. Small, helpful tools like that come in handy, and cheaply, especialy when you are the daughter of the current head of what is now called '6', which was known some time ago as 'MI6'.

It also sucks, if only because Double-Oh-Dorks keep hitting on you all day.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Yep. ... saw the insignia ... his ... ... anyway. ... IS Ruby's.

Portal tries this open posing stuff... hey, I can read what I write! Yay! Anyhow, Portal. Yes, Portal! Eventually delivered his burgers, he begins to take a bite when Daryn "prances" into the bar, and with that, he just sets the burger down and finishes off his water, tapping a waitress for a refill.

A Sexy Daryn voice sings, "I've got a question for youuuu!!", coincidentally, ironically, and...coincidentally. He steps into Ruby's, lightly plucking the strings of his guitar, "I've got a query to ponder! I've got a thought to pursue!!", headbang, headbang. Medium Loud Chord, and then, "Whatever happened to Bob, to Bob, OhOH! To Bob? Was a mechanized fooool! Knocked over lamposts and tooools!", double chord, double chord, double chord, triple, quick double chord. He steps into Ruby's, a big yellow smiley face painted in (yellow) paint across his armor. With a blue tounge sticking out.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Indeed. ... an ... on him anyway.

*Ring-A-Ding-Ding!*

And of course, yet another figure, clad in black as well, enters the diner. Ebony Fox, INTERPOL Espionage Agent. Apparently the UN just had a shiftchange...or another two hour coffee break. Either way, Ruby's makes good Chicken and Dumplings, and one helluva cup of coffee.

Sunglasses hiding her optics, and her expression, the agent takes a seat at the counter.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Will stay in ... ... ... services.

[Radio] Frequency Cracked! +setintercept to save it.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... you ... Enjoying the pie?

Cargo gahs at the guitar stringing. Give him opera anyday. He looks again at Abernathy, the director. he was after all working for Interpol in the morgue. he would wait until Hien was gone to talk to him, get to know him. He might as well; Abernathy was the head.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... much ... Though now my systems ... ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: In ... words me hungry me ... meat. Or ... such thing ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...

Jess looks around, looking to the people who have entered.

Dang, its become an Interpol Convention.

Jess shrugs, finishing off her burger and downing the last of her drink. Turning to the waitress, she ponders briefly even as she licks her fingers clean, "Check please." Jess then turns to look to the Director and his new friend.

As for the Singing fool, she just turns, glares, and groans. "...not another one..."

Hien tastes the flavor in the tone, and, although he doesn't like it, he rather understandably does not show this on his face. A bit of brief wonder at the sounds that drift through the air come then, and Hien, or 'Guy' lifts his head, sighting Daryn. "Hey!" He lifts a hand, palm outwards, beckoning Daryn closer. Turning to Abernathy, he shuffles a hand inwards. "Move over." Might as well give Daryn a choice of places to sit, right? It never occurs to him that Abernathy might not WANT to move over... aheh. >.>

Cracked Frequency is saved.

Hien

This young man has a strangely sculpted look to him, like he were carved from a single block of marble. Standing six feet tall, he has a spry and sprightly bearing, his movements swift, eager, and full of energy. His young face has sharp features and is crossed with a faint smile more often than not, and his pale blue eyes burn with intensity... gaze darting to and fro, mindful of everything in the world around him, as though he were fascinated by even the most mundane details. His skin is pale, smooth and flawless... not even the smallest scar, blemish or wrinkle to be seen, helping accentuate his carved, statuesque appearance. In contrast with his pale skin, his hair is a dark, raven black, pulled into a snug ponytail that flutters behind him as he moves.

He's dressed up in a rather Ninja-appropriate outfit, quite similar in design to Hiryu's, though its color is a stark, ghostly white. Bundled around his neck is a long white scarf that like his ponytail, trails with his movements. The flawless pale skin of his arms are exposed by his sleeveless white gi, forearms wrapped in white and hands snug in brown, fingerless gloves. His white pants are loose up to the knee, then bound tight and tucked into heavy, brown and black combat boots. Various straps and belts support other various pouches and pockets, their color likewise dark brown against the white of his uniform. Across his back is strapped the unmistakable shape of a Strider's Cipher, its blade honed and polished to a mirror finish.

If a jingle is what the door plays when opened, the another is heard. A young man, probably near about the age of 20, slowly peeks into the Diner. He takes a brief look around, then takes a few steps inward. The lady tending to the bar, greeting customers and such, looks over the boy--taking special note to the brown bag in his hands--then she casual casts a nod towards the figure in the back of the room, Psychogenesis. The boy takes a gulp, after a quick follow to her glance, then slowly steps in the direction of the shadowy corner, where the figure sits in solitude. He carefully places the bag on the table, then slowly backs away.. "They sent... a boy." the voice from the shadowy figure drones carefully, in that methodically sadistic voice that spoke once before.. He leans back in his chair, his arms extending out to clamp down on the bag, "How.. delicious." And as the figure would issue a soft, dark chuckle... the boy would turn around and -dart- back to the front of the Diner, and right out the door; stopping for nothing.

Excuse me, what? Abernathy arches the other brow at this intrusion -- but seeing who it is that Hien is waving over, shrugs and scoots as bid. "Didn't your mother ever teach you the word 'please'?" he asks, mildly, shuffling his papers and satchel on over with him. As he glances up, he spots *another* familiar face ... and reaches a hand up to attract Feste's attention. HEY OVER HERE. Then he drops his hand back to the table, and gives Hien a slight smirk. "And scoot over yourself, if you wouldn't mind."

The appearance of the boy doesn't go unnoticed by those keen pink eyes, the Director glancing away from his current objects of attention to watch the odd interaction between the child ... and the other black-clad figure. Hm.

Ebony Fox raises an eyebrow at the scene by Psychogenesis, just as her coffee arrives. Murming from behind a menu, she begins to scan the bag. No need to take any risks-a mild sonar is used to bounce sound off it, and then create a composition makeup of it's insides based on how the sound is reflected.

[Radio: (H) None] Abernathy transmits, "... and curiouser. Quite a collection we have today."

[Radio: (D) Informant] Feste transmits, "Hah! -Another- of your channels is insecure."

[Radio: (H) None] Ebony Fox transmits, "Sometimes I wonder if the mental health professionals of the world said to hell with it a few years back."

[Radio: (D) Informant] Abernathy transmits, "... Oh for heaven's sake ..."

Retro Packrat arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Retro Packrat has arrived.

[Radio: (H) None] Abernathy transmits, "They probably did."

Cargo takes note of the shadowy figure and the boy, then turns back to his coffee. An intern in the morgue walks in, and sees cargo. He waves cheerfully. "hey, cargo! find any goodies in that giant body you cut up today?!?" he yells over the voices. Cargo rolls his eyes at the intern, then yells back "I had to crawl inside it, Eric!". The intern laughs, then leaves for a booth. he shakes his head, then sips his coffee and takes out his own papers, this one about anatomy.

[OOC] Daryn says, "<Hien> Mom told me that it's more proper to stab people than to say please."

Jess just groans softly, muttering. She then sighs, even as she recieves the check. She pays it briskly, and asks for a paper. Might as well lurk a bit... see what happens.

Seems it IS Interpol Convention Day, afterall... and Jess wouldn't want to miss it.

Chill Snowcat arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Chill Snowcat has arrived.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Don't ... about the ... Looks like ... ... ...

[Radio] Frequency Cracked! +setintercept to save it.

Cracked Frequency is saved.

[Radio: (I) None] Retro Packrat transmits, "Huh? What's going on?"

[Radio: (D) Informant] Feste transmits, "... *LAUGHS*"

[Radio: (D) Informant] Abernathy transmits, "..."

'Guy' does indeed scoot over, and as an answer to Abernathy's question, he shrugs a bit, and comments casually. "No actually they didn't." ...they? He seems not to notice this slip, and indeed scoots to the back of the booth, his hand idly darting out to play with the bottle of tabasco. He watches it coat the inside of the slightly dried out and grimy bottle, and just smiles to Abernathy. "Please. Hmm. Please." He asking empathically? It doesn't seem it, more like he's tasting the word...

[Radio: (D) Informant] Feste, laughingly: "Guess what!"

[Radio: (D) Informant] Abernathy transmits, "And THIS would be a good indication to rotate the frequencies. Get over here so I can hit you."

Daryn blinks out of his revelry. "Guy?", and then sets his eyes on Abernathy, "Woah, and Abernathy too. Heh, this is a surprise!", he'll walk down and consider sitting down next to Hien anyway (DESPITE THE WISHES OF THE FOOL!), mostly because Abernathy has a habit of stabbing his friends (not that Daryn truly knows this, but sometimes self preservation gives you little warnings anyway.) but since it appears Hien has forced the Director to move, it would only be polite to endanger himself by sitting next to the Practical Leader of Most of the World. (Kelly doesn't exist!) "Busy day today. Freaking."

Cargo decides to make himself known to Abernathy. He casually turns to him, and sends a small greeting. "Hello, Director. Fancy seeing you here" he wonders how he will react to a blue-gray skin man

Hm. Almost as soon as Feste gets into Ruby's, Daryn (who'd be the reason he's reading sheet music, in a roundabout sort of way) steps in, in all his rawker glory. Feste stops to watch a moment, curious. "A mechanized fool? Hm..." The Fool cocks his head to the side, looking mildly confused. "I didn't know they made those."

A familiar voice and a hand waving at him and an extremely sexy ninja manage to distract him from Daryn's playing-- er, scratch that last part. Hey, it's Abernathy!

Grinning, Feste heads right on over, taking the proffered seat assuming that Hien moves over. Hah. He gets to sit next to the cute ni-- errr. "Hello!" he says to said cute ninja, cheerfully as ever. Oh, and of course, he'll happily move so Abby can smack him, as per orders.

Daryn asides to The Fool softly, "Oh, they mass produce them in fact."

Feste's eyes widen. "Goodness! I hope this doesn't mean I'm obsolete." Sadface.

And, appropriately, the first thing Abernathy does when Feste gets over there is lean over and give the Fool a (light) punch in the forearm. Thus satisfied, he sits back and glances over at Daryn. "Quite, Mr. Luna. I'm not terribly surprised; it is the dinner hour." He makes a throwaway gesture with one hand, about to continue -- before he's hailed by someone at the table over. He leans forward to get a look at Cargo, hardly batting an eye at the man's appearance. "Good evening -- Cargo, is it? You're in forensics, correct?"

Ebony Fox smirks slightly, and returns to her menu. Nothing to worry about. Placing her order silently, the reploid lets her sensors roam over the customers for any 'familiar' faces.

Well, at least he doesn't drop his jaw. Cargo nods his head. "Yes. As Eric so kindly pointed out, I cut up the bodies. It's quite fascinating" he drinks some of his coffee

Chill Snowcat pads into the diner with a bright smile on his face as usual. The cat sniffs about, following a trail much like a blood hound. He grins as he catches a whiff of the soul he is searching for. Moving through the diner he keeps on task until he reaches Cargo and beams happily, "Found ya!"

Retro Packrat enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Retro Packrat has left.

Cargo is slightly surprised at Chill's appearance. "Oh, I didn't know you were. I was just talking to Abernathy here. Would you like to sit down?"

Now, that would be both impolite and hypocritical, wouldn't it? "I'm sure it is," Abernathy replies politely to Cargo. "Good to see you here. I do hope you enjoy your evening." And with that, he sits back again, because Daryn is rather large and bulky and therefore both difficult and impolite to talk around.

Chill Snowcat grins at Cargo, "Its how I practice my search and rescue. I trail people until I can find em. I can always find Kali....and Bowie. Yer not too much harder cause ya smell like yer work."

Feste would be approving of such a gaze. It had an unseelie flavor to it, a certain two steps back,longjump over, three cabs and a ten hour flight from typical reality. It was, well, painfully, strikingly blue, the blue that expensive contact lenses grasped for and failed, the blue that computers occasionally got close to. They sorta kinda just bored into Feste thoughtfully, staring, seeming to create a vaacuum that things just sorta fell into. Though the smile was nice. Unhealthy, but definitely something inspiring of those preteens who stared at such expressions for hours, doing that sickening dreamy swoon that youngsters tended to do. All in all it seemed remarkably subconscious as 'Guy' watched him thoughtfully. Grah not another staring contest. No... evidently, this one just actually gets a smile with teeth! Yaay! "Hi!" ...whoa, cheerful.

Daryn Shakes his head at Feste, "I'm afraid they haven't quite got the knack of it. Instead they're just making lots of idiots.", he makes a 'shimmer down' motion with his hand to signify that Feste's foolishness is definately of a more intellectual sort than the stupidity of, say, <reploid's name omitted so no beavers will take offense.>

Jess merely reads her paper, and mutters softly to herself. Nope. She's not likely the situation. Maybe she'll get to kick 'Guy's' butt before very long, so for that, at least she is content. Turning her brownish-red eyes, she looks to her bike... and the Assistbot that is inside it. She smiles softly.

If things come to it... MUSE can kick Guy's butt... and the Maverick's... and everyone else that is being annoying.

Ebony Fox quietly eats, listening in on some conversations, while monitoring some nearby police radio to amuse herself. Hien doesn't seem to be a problem, yet, and neither does the 'man' in the corner with his wine. A rather uneventful meal.

"I do, do I? i must be too caught up in it, then." Cargo says. he wipes his glasses. Pulling out some papers, he studies photos of the last body he autopsied, to jot down notes with. "You should be careful; there may be dangerous people here, but I suppose you'll be fine. Wendy is making tuna casserole tonight. That Wendy; I remember when she baked cookies for almost the whole Interpol staff"

Feste's eyes, on the other hand, are an unending, blaring, artificial -red-, almost equally 'unreal'. They too tend to encompass everything within their focus, like some strange red abyss, but they do not bore. They do not stab, they do not pierce, they merely absorb. He holds the stare, red to blue, for a moment, until Hien smiles and greets.

At that, Feste snaps away, turning back to Daryn, who is rewarded with a curt, sagely nod. "Of course, sir," is the soft reply.

Abernathy leans back against the seat cushion behind him, relegated for the moment to the post of 'listener' in this conversation. Of course, that can only last for a moment with the Director -- the need to DO SOMETHING eats at him continually, and so he scoops up the datapad he was working on earlier. Producing a stylus from his pocket, he begins tapping away absently, apparently ignoring his surroundings. ... hey, it was his table before Hien showed up.

Quite content with the contents of the brown paper bag, the dark figure in the back of the room emits a light chuckle, leaning back in his chair.. as he does so, his form seems to blend with the environment.. and he himself, seems to vanish.

Psychogenesis blinks to another location.

Psychogenesis has left.

Cargo gets out of the booth and bows to Abernathy and his "audience" he picks up his suitcase and leaves the restaurant.

Cargo enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Cargo has left.

Chill Snowcat enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Chill Snowcat has left.

Guy just sorta casually blinks as Feste does his odd snappy manouver, and that look on his face melts back into somthing a little more casual, as he studies him from a bit more of a profile, his look musing. Turning to Daryn, that smile creeps across his face as he watches him. "Daryn! You must show me more of the junk food these cities hold..." And as he says this, his eyes don't leave Daryn's... but his hand leaves the table, flashing out across it in a movement that really doesn't seem too movementlike, except in the 'hey, someone missed a few frames of this movie' type of movement. It's a blur. Though whether it comes away with a sheet of paper is questionable...

*thump* That would be the sound of Abernathy putting his hand down rather firmly on the stack of papers again. He doesn't look up from what he's doing with the datapad, continuing to scribble away at it. Must be interesting, whatever it is he's working on. "I would appreciate it if you didn't do that," he murmurs, tone cool.

Prismatic Spider arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Prismatic Spider has arrived.

Daryn looks to Guy, grinning a touch as he considers, "Well, hmm... There's always marshmallows, and their various forms. Pretty basic but the good thing about marshmallows is that you can use them to make even more junky stuff.", he glances to the papers and such, but doesn't comment.

It would seem that Feste has decided that Hien does not *merit* that much of his attention, and thus the snappy head-turn. The reasons why are actually much more complex than that...

Guy's sharp, speedy movement catches his eye, though. My. That's startling. And so is Abby's casualness, to a smaller degree, but maybe that's just because F hasn't spent much time watching Abby react to people other than himself.

"You two, ah, know each other?" he asks, casually as possible. Just innocent and curious, yes sir. But ooh! Marshmalllows!

Jessica Blakesly has left.

Abernathy gets a GRINNN... big teeth, and the eyes... dancing. He's really enjoying himself, and nods soberly to Daryn. "Marshmallows." it's like a piece of sage advice timely given, and he treats it like such. He turns, studying Feste for long seconds, his tone musing as he comments. "This is the first time I have seen... this one." He indicates Abernathy with a chiselled hand, the fingers long, strong and powerful. Strangler's hands, it could be noted offhandedly. "We met today. Daryn I know from last night." ...his life doesn't GO much farther back than that, so Daryn is an Old Friend. Abernathy gets another smile. "You, are faster than I thought. I'll have to try next time..." Playful, thoughtful, and it's Feste's turn to get the stare again, though the grin is playful. "So what of you? Are YOU hungry?"

"No," Abernathy says, more briefly. He does glance up at Hien as the other man grins at him -- and offers a brief, chilly smile of his own in response. "And you're surprisingly fast yourself," he continues, in a drawl.

Dingingingingngngngngggg...

The door to Ruby's Diner opens once more, admitting another unwitting soul into the imminent madness of it all. Prismatic Spider, tonight's unfortunate victim, steps through with a folded newspaper in hand, looking forward to an hour or so of newspaper, pie, and coffee... Until he notes that it seems pretty busy tonight. Stepping through the Diner, he stops as his optics land upon Abernathy, and he grins. "Well well Director, out for some refreshments as well?"

Abernathy, surrounded by gorgeous men, glances up at Prismatic and gives him a sly smile. "You could say that. Good evening, commander."

Daryn is very gorgeous. But very anti-kawaii. "Some marshmallows have more flavor than others.", he'll nod to Feste, "Yup, this is Guy. Guy. Feste.", he'll then smile and look back to Hien, "If you ever go camping and roast the marshmallows over a fire until they are slightly melted, then put the marshmallow between some chocolate and grahm crackers... Perfect combination.", he'll nod.

And then, since his player is muddled, Daryn will look to Prism and says, "Hello there Spidey!", friendily enough, since Prism gave him money once.

Eheh. Guy is -looking- at him again. Feste does his damndest to return it once more -- what *is* it about this fellow, hm? Something about him seems to signal a potential /problem/, and the best way Feste knows to deal with /problems/ is to avoid them.

So the Fool smiles back, almost devious. "I see..." At the question, Feste brielfy quirks an eyebrow.

"I am always hungry, never satisfied. I seek things I do not at all deserve and cannot possible achieve." Pause. "But a hamburger would -really- hit the spot, you know?" Nice t'meetcha, Guy.

Portal has connected.

Portal enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Portal has left.

Ebony Fox glances up at Prismatic's entrance-now there's a sight you don't see everyday. Finishing her dumplings, she pushes the bowl fowards, while sipping the second cup of coffee.

Prismatic Spider chuckles at that. "It's been a long time..." He looks to the others nearby, peering at Daryn in particular. Daryn also smacked him over the head with a guitar, nodding in greetings. "Hello, Daryn. Long time no see." He glances back over to the Fool, smiling. "But it's part of who we are, to seek and achieve. Shoot for the stars and hit the moon, perhaps?" Returning his gaze to Abernathy, he gestures. "Room for another, Director?"

Bolero arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Bolero has arrived.

Spy Eye arrives from the New York - Western Downtown.

Spy Eye has arrived.

Yeah. Bolero returns to his normal form, otherwise known as Rodriguez.

Abernathy gives a slight, gallant dip of his hand. "Pull up a chair," he offers, to Prism.

Spy Eye enters the New York - Western Downtown.

Spy Eye has left.

Guy nods sagely to that one, then glances at Daryn. "Why camping? Can't you just set something on fire and do it right there?" ...whoo... someone's a happy pyro. He's GOTTA be kidding, right? Yeah, laugh it up. Turning to Feste, what he says is actually pretty odd, as he comments cheerfully. "Hamburger. Ahh yes, I like hamburgers. Let us have them together mm?"

And because he'd not been paying much attention to the cat, the spider is, technically, the first reploid he'd ever seen... and he's subjected to the Hien Soul Sucking Stare of Doom. The eyes, still a striking shade of blue drink in the spider thoughtfully, humming and tapping his lip thoughtfully. He knew what they were, but he'd never ~seen~ one. Seemingly making a decision, he nods to himself. Turning to Daryn, he glances around. "There are no lines here..."

"To shoot for the stars and hit the moon, or to shoot for the stars and land on your face," Feste deadpans right back at Prism, a wry smile on his face. "I'd really rather have a hamburger." A pause to look over at Guy, and gesture at him with a thumb. "And so would he, apparently."

Having said that, Feste beckons for one of the waitress. HERE WENCH. "Why not order, then, hm?"

Prismatic Spider notes Hien's gaze, and returns the stare as he sits with a kindly expression, and replies to Feste. "Perhaps. But if we don't try, then it sort of obviates the issue, doesn't it? We live, grow, strive, achieve or fail, but either way is better than living out our lives in monotony..." He looks over to Abernathy again, smiling. "So, how has life been lately, Director?" He knows everyone at the table... Except for the curious one. Well, he vaguely remembers Feste from the psychadelic times of the World Chibification, at least.

Daryn says, "Hamburgers isn't exactly in the junk category. Just in the evil meateater category.", Daryn loves his meat! He'll look to Hien and says, "Well, yeah, you kind of order your food and wait for the food at your table and they bring it to you when it is ready.", he'll consider, "Well, you can do it over any fire, sure, but the traditional method is to go camping first.", he'll nod again.

Stepping in from outside is yet another customer. The Hispanic gentleman looks almost like he stepped out of a neo-classical cowboy movie with his Clint Eastwood style hat, poncho, and boots. The only thing that marks him as anything other than a cowboy wannabe is the pair of mirrored sunglasses he wears. One brow raises slowly at the proliferance of people in the diner, mouth drawing into a curious smirk. He knows several of the faces, gaze sliding across them towards those he does not know.

Abernathy glances down at the datapad briefly, once more outside the conversation. It tends to happen, when you're not an extreme extrovert. Then he looks up once more, twisting the stylus absently around the fingers of his left hand as he glances over at Prism. "As I'm not dead yet, I imagine it has been -- relatively well. Better than some times, worse than others."

Guy just stares at Feste, and states, quite calmly. "If one is aiming for the stars, one should reach the stars." He seems fully convinced of this, and then idly glances back to Mr Quiet Director. His eyes study him briefly. "You don't tend to talk much, do you?" Leaning over, he's got his chin on his hand again, his eyes studying him. "You look bored. Lets go do something later. It'll be fun." He studies him intently. There's that smile again. Turning to Daryn after a moment, he nods a bit. "Yes. I rather like that aspect of eating myself. I shall have to try this camping thing if it means these. Yes."

The Fool smiles at Prism -- he'll let everyone else order first, or something. "True enough. And one must admit," he says, emphasizing his point by tapping a single extended finger on the table, "the view from the bottom is almost as impressive as the view from the top." He turns to look at Guy, in the same sort of way a mildly annoyed teacher would look at a student who just isn't getting it. "There's a distinct difference between what should be and what actually happens." Grr.

Er...hm. He's suddenly decided he's not hungry, and Ruby's is far too loud to effectively study sheet music, and...

Without further ado, Feste rises to his feet, gives the table's occupants a small wave, and heads for the door. "I am sorry, but I must be gone. Adieu, and all that."