[ And she'll be at the burger joint early, all cleaned up and dressed in her winter clothes; which is pretty much what she normally wears, except with the white loose slacks, actual boots (there is a lot more snow to deal with in Mayfield!), a light windbreaker over her vest, and gloves.
She also has her hat tucked away because being stared at like you're a Communist is only fun for the first -5 seconds. ]
[Tony shows up maybe five minutes later, in the burly winter coat he had in his closet, a fresh gray suit underneath. He wanders around the area, not completely sure where the restaurant is, having never been there. He squints up at the sign.]
This must be the place. I don't think I've heard the word "bonanza" used since I was six...
[ The man definitely looks more human in the coat than in the armor. It takes her a moment to recognize him, but when she does she waves and steps right over. ] Hi, again!
[ Then she looks up at the sign. ] ...what does it mean?
[He nods as she walks over to him, surreptitiously checking her out quickly now that they aren't both floating.] The sign? "Burger Bonanza"? It means "Party-sized Supply of Burgers". But it REALLY means they have the power to fill us with calories and quietly enable our suicide.
[ Nothing much to say about her other than she's tall, her hair cannot possibly be a natural shade, and her eyes are really blue.
That, and Meiling walks like she has no purpose or destination; like she just ends up where her feet want her to be.
She laughs a bit. ] Sounds dangerous. [ The humor isn't entirely lost on her, at least. Meiling nods and gives him a heavy pat on the back to urge him forward. ] Alright, in we go! [ And she'll just have to take in the smells once they step in. That is a lot of meat and... well, mostly meat. There is a brief moment where she seems to be put off by the idea, but then she picks out a booth and slides in like she owns it. ] It's quiet today. Must be the cold.
[Sniff sniff. Hm. Pungent. He hangs his coat on the rack beside the booth and slides into the seat opposite her. He then grabs the menu.]
Let's hope it's not the food. I'm optimistic about things, for once. Screwing up a burger in the 50's is like not having a cell phone in the now's: difficult to do and crazy.
[ She goes about taking off her light coat and just sort of stuffs it on the seat next to her. Then she blinks over at him (this will happen a LOT). ] "Cell phone"...? I don't know anything about the 1950's in America.
[ Meiling picks up her own menu and flips through... though one thing catches her attention. ] "Double Double Double"? That sounds big! [ Which is just perfect. ]
Nope! We never even needed phones at home. If you wanted to talk to someone, you just flew over there.
[ She listens on with amusement, and then points. ] Ah! So it's a tongue twister? Like "big bus gas burst"? [ The effect of which is thoroughly ruined by Mayfield's common language thing. ]
Ah yes... the creepy family situation. I've apparently got two kids of my own. [He thinks back to his first interaction with his two "kids", left eye twitching almost imperceptibly.] They're...
[A slightly long pause as he tries to find a word to describe them nicely. He fails.]
I have another one, too. It's just the three of us in the house, plus a drone. [ Said with very little unease. She flags down the waitress so they can get some drinks ordered. Meiling has settled for one of the Double Double Doubles and fries. ]
At least I know Miss Patchouli from home. She said she's been her for months and months which was really strange, since the way I remembered it, I just saw her that same day in her library!
What? You saw her out there, while she was supposedly in here? [THAT caught his interest. He's never heard of something like that happening before.] Did she act any differently? Like a drone maybe, or like a different person? And why do you call her Miss? Isn't she younger than you?
[ Meiling put her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her laced fingers. ] Differently? ... mmmmm, it's true that she's a little different than what I remembered, but Miss Patchouli is still Miss Patchouli. [ She smiles softly. ] I would know the different right away.
[ A headtilt. ] Hm? Oh, that's because she's Mistress Remilia's friend, and she is very wise. I don't think I'm that much older than her, though... [ She laughs. ] You know? I never asked her!
And by China I mean Meiling.
And by "invade", I mean nearly blasting her as she zips by, causing her to nearly drop the bag of groceries she has in hand. ]
Aaah! Marisa! Watch where you're-
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She also has her hat tucked away because being stared at like you're a Communist is only fun for the first -5 seconds. ]
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This must be the place. I don't think I've heard the word "bonanza" used since I was six...
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[ Then she looks up at the sign. ] ...what does it mean?
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C'mon, it's cold out here and I'm hungry.
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That, and Meiling walks like she has no purpose or destination; like she just ends up where her feet want her to be.
She laughs a bit. ] Sounds dangerous. [ The humor isn't entirely lost on her, at least. Meiling nods and gives him a heavy pat on the back to urge him forward. ] Alright, in we go! [ And she'll just have to take in the smells once they step in. That is a lot of meat and... well, mostly meat. There is a brief moment where she seems to be put off by the idea, but then she picks out a booth and slides in like she owns it. ] It's quiet today. Must be the cold.
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Let's hope it's not the food. I'm optimistic about things, for once. Screwing up a burger in the 50's is like not having a cell phone in the now's: difficult to do and crazy.
...Hm, this looks tasty...
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[ Meiling picks up her own menu and flips through... though one thing catches her attention. ] "Double Double Double"? That sounds big! [ Which is just perfect. ]
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[He raises an eyebrow.]Wait, Double Double D... shouldn't that be a Triple Triple Triple then? Or a... Sextuple?
[He smirks but, in response to her lineface...] Y'know, because it's... three doubles, so, like 3 x 2 = 6. Sextuple. Be easier to say, too...
...Ahem.
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[ She listens on with amusement, and then points. ] Ah! So it's a tongue twister? Like "big bus gas burst"? [ The effect of which is thoroughly ruined by Mayfield's common language thing. ]
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Speaking of tricky... How did they trick a beautiful girl like yourself into getting stuck in a rotten hostage camp like this?
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[ With a shrug. ] I don't know. One day I was just taking my midday nap, and when I woke up I was in a strange - but oddly comfy - bed.
Oh, and Miss Patchouli was suddenly my "daughter" as far as the town records go. That's still a little weird to me.
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[A slightly long pause as he tries to find a word to describe them nicely. He fails.]
...people...
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At least I know Miss Patchouli from home. She said she's been her for months and months which was really strange, since the way I remembered it, I just saw her that same day in her library!
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Did she act any differently? Like a drone maybe, or like a different person? And why do you call her Miss? Isn't she younger than you?
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[ Meiling put her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her laced fingers. ] Differently? ... mmmmm, it's true that she's a little different than what I remembered, but Miss Patchouli is still Miss Patchouli. [ She smiles softly. ] I would know the different right away.
[ A headtilt. ] Hm? Oh, that's because she's Mistress Remilia's friend, and she is very wise. I don't think I'm that much older than her, though... [ She laughs. ] You know? I never asked her!
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