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Post by Sweet Pop on Aug 9, 2006 13:46:56 GMT -5
Pirate walked through the door of the Cafe, Cloud close on his heels. He looked back to make sure she was safe, then smiled and looked for a table. Finding one, Pirate lead Cloud Climber over to a table for two.
The 3 year old little pony trotted behind her big brother, and jumped onto the chair. Cloud took the menu handed to her by Pirate, and her bro came round to say what she could have. She chose a chocolate ice cream.
((if there is a chocolate ice cream she could have))
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Post by WingSong on Aug 10, 2006 0:00:43 GMT -5
((Most workers here are temps, but if you don't mind I'll bring in Breezie so you have someone to interact with.))
Breezie stumbled slightly into the Cafe, then put a hoof on her head. It reminded her of how her mom used to check for a fever back home, and she missed her suddenly. At least then, she'd always gotten medicine and some warm soup when she was sick.
The filly had tried to stay home once she found out she was spreading the big, world-ending disease, but her attention span would only stand for that so much. Now, she had decided that if she couldn't get some soup from her mom, restaurant soup should be the next best thing.
Sniffling and plopping down into the closest table to the door, Breezie laid her head down on the table and closed her eyes. The headache she had now was the worst she could ever remember having.
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Post by Sweet Pop on Aug 16, 2006 13:39:45 GMT -5
Cloud giggled, drinking her lemonade that had been bought over.
Pirate smiled, watching Cloud. He noticed the pony walk through the door.
((ooc: sorry, pretty rubbish post but i dont know what to write.))
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Post by tahlise on Aug 18, 2006 3:12:51 GMT -5
((Can I join?))
A few minutes later two red, male, earth ponies also walked into the cafe laughing and talking amongst themselves. They looked like each other, obviously twins with the same wild yellow hair with blue tips and almost the same symbols. But on closer inspection the brothers sparking wire symbols were very different and placed opposite of the others. Their eyes were different too. One brother had blue and the other had an orange color. The brother with the shorter, less wild hair was first to make his way to an empty booth. The other followed suit but braked suddenly when one of the waitresses went into a coughing spell and dumped a bowl of noodle soup onto his head. The waitress gasped, when she could finally stop coughing, and she pulled the bowl off the pony's head. "I...I'm so sorry..."
With noodles and broth running down his chin and chest, Haywire broke into a giggle. His brother, Hotwire, had seen the accident and was already chuckling, but approaching his twin at the same time. "What happened?"
Haywire sat on the floor pulling noodles out of his hair. The waitress came back with rags and towels. "I am so sorry." She started to clean Haywire off but went into a coughing spell again.
Haywire and Hotwire looked at each other and then the waitress. They both silently agreed that she was too sick to be working. "Here you should sit down, Miss." they both said almost at the same time as they pulled her up off the floor and over to a booth.
She caught her breath and smiled. "Oh no, I'm ok. I just have a bad cold that's all." She got up again. "Again I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can get you? It's on the house."
Haywire looked at his brother, a bit perplexed. Hotwire looked at him then back at the waitress. She was still standing there smiling, waiting for their order, her white face tinted with a purple blush......wait a minute. Hotwire couldn't help but stare at her. Purple blush..? What the..? Who wears purple blush. Still staring at the mare he said. "That won't be necessary uh...Miss. Thank you. "
She gave another grin and kinda felt cold suddenly. "Are you sure?"
Hotwire and Haywire nodded together. "We're sure."
Hotwire gave her a grin back. "Thank you very much."
When she left, Haywire turned to his brother a noodle falling over his muzzle. "What do you make of that?"
Hotwire perked his ears as he heard other coughs and sniffles. "Sounds like something is going around."
Haywire pushed himself out of the booth. "I'm going to go clean up." He said and made his way to the men's room to get de-noodled. His brother scanned the area, watching the other ponies there and realized that they all looked or sounded sick.
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Post by Sweet Pop on Aug 18, 2006 3:49:49 GMT -5
((sure))
Possibly the only healthy ponies there, Pirate and Cloud watched the accident. Cloud giggled quietly, until Pirate looked at her and told her to stop. Laughing at another pony's accidents was rude, Cloud had to know that. But still, she was but a 3 year old.
Another waitress bought Cloud's ice cream, and Pirate took advantage of this and studied the pony. Yes, even she looked ill.
Worried at his sister's health, Pirate thought that maybe they should go later, Cloud had just recovered from a bad cold and he didnt want her ill again.
Cloud watched the red male earth ponies, wondering if they could fly. Cloud had only seen ponies with wings, from her homeland. They were different, they had no wings or horns.
She finished her ice cream quickly.
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Post by tahlise on Aug 18, 2006 15:15:17 GMT -5
Hotwire kept his orangey eyes moving, roaming across the room, watching all the ponies in the cafe. Dismay and worry flooded his face with a frown. The more ponies his eyes laid on, the more he could see that thay were sick. Was there an epidemic going on? He didn't know but he couldn't shake the thought. It was too frightening shake. With a frusterated, anxious sigh, Hotwire turned back around facing away from the ponies but his ears still swiveled, catching all the coughing, sputtering, sneezing, and sniffling and..... laughing...? His ears perked backwards and so his head turned with them. He came eye to eye with a little filly barely over two. She was soon chided for her laughter but her child-like, wide eyes remained on Hotwire and he could only help but smile and give a small wave to the child.
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Post by Sweet Pop on Aug 21, 2006 9:26:22 GMT -5
Cloud got down, and Pirate followed to make sure she didnt get into and mischeif. She liked trouble, this one did.
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Post by tahlise on Sept 1, 2006 1:22:51 GMT -5
((Should I post or wait?))
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Post by Sweet Pop on Sept 1, 2006 9:09:16 GMT -5
((dont mind.))
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Post by tahlise on Oct 12, 2006 1:35:39 GMT -5
((Sorry it took me so long to respond. School sucks))
Hotwire stayed at his table, watching the child with great intrest. He wondered what it was like to be so innocent and so full of life. He looked at the table for a moment. That one thought saddened him and he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind before those horrid memories tried to break through his subconscious mind. Awkwardly he looked for his twin. Why was he taking so long? His orange eyes came back to the child. She was so cute, but he wondered what she was up to.
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Post by Sweet Pop on Oct 29, 2006 14:35:22 GMT -5
((its ok.))
Cloud walked towards the counter, and looked at the cakes. Pirate followed, chuckling to himself. He scooped her up in his arms (or forelegs) and smiled. 'You've just had breakfast, and an ice cream!! How can you still be hungry?' He asked. Cloud just giggled.
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