Who: Polly (
curious_copycat)
What: Polly trying to drown her sorrows in a chocolate malt. Come help her cheer up? (and possibly find out what happened... maybe.)
When: Tonight
Where: Daddy'O's Burger Joint
Warnings: PTSD and poodle skirts.
Floofy skirts. Ever since the ship had decided to plunge its denizens into a movie from Earths' 1950's, her closet had been full of nothing but floofy dresses and floofier skirts. On a normal month, Polly would have rather enjoyed them, but she had not been feeling particularly floofy lately.
As such, it was in
the most understated of the dresses she could find that Polly stepped out of her Suite, and made her way toward the Mall, hoping to distract herself from her troubles.
As she neared the food court, the sound of a jukebox drew her to a facade that hadn't been there before, gleaming white and accented with neon. She tilted her head curiously, reading the sign. She understood what a burger was, but what was a malt?
Having nothing better to do, she decided to go in and find out.