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[The feed opens up to a smartly-dressed man in a casual pinstripe outfit. Something might seem a little weird about him, especially about how his eyes seem to be analyzing everything around him, but you've never seen a happier weirdo, at least.]
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
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Action: I quite agree. Shall we dance?
"...milk before...chocolate pie...hm..."
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Action: Yes please
[Her standard greeting is halfway out of her mouth before she recognizes his face. She only saw him once, over video, but she doesn't think she could ever forget what he could look like. She kind of... freezes for a minute.]
...How may I take your order?
[Perhaps, if she switches from the Royal We to casual speak, he won't notice it's her? After all, he doesn't know what she looks like, after all.]
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Action: Let's start with the ol' one-two. Discord WOULD lead.
[Discord, in the meantime, has gone through all of the specials, and is severely disappoint. Chocolate milk, a WEEKLY special? And last week's at that! And he thought this would be a high-class establishment!]
[Sigh. He glances up from his deary little depths to find the return of the blue haired waitress, freshly relieved of her previous burdens. Naturally, he gives her the Discord once-over, eyes flicking lightly over the LUNA standing out starkly on her pristine white shirt. We'll see how long that lasts.]
[One smile, coming up. Easy on the cordiality, with a bit of mocking on the side. Hold the undisguised evil and extreme glee.]
"You might start with giving me a menu, no? I love a good guessing game as much as the next pony, but let's see what we have to work with first. Chop chop!"
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Action: You're male, of course you'd lead.
[She's totally forgotten she's wearing a name tag. lol oops]
[The demands, coming from Discord, make her grit her teeth in anger almost immediately. But, no Luna. You must smile and pretend your ass off. So that's what she does.]
...But of course.
[She mechanically turns around and grabs a menu. As she walks back to his table, she's barely holding back to throw the menu at him. Slowly, slowly, she places the menu in front of him.]
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Action: Thought I'd give the option, letting Discord lead and all....
The sudden surge of tenseness in the delightful waitress draws a raised eyebrow with the polite little smile, which is nowhere near indicative to how intensely amused he is.
Now now, Luna dearest, where is that Traditional Canterlot bearing we all love and adore? Be polite to your guests, no?
He takes and glances at the menu briefly, though not long enough to really read much of anything. Menu down, hands clasped gracefully upon it. Any menu devoid of chocolate milk really isn't worth reading, anyways.
"All right then, let's shake this up. Dessert first! I'll have a chocolate pie, extra whipped cream, and a tall glass of your finest cow juice. Freshly squeezed, if you can manage it." He gazes innocently up at her.
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Action: Balls in your court, sir. WHAT NOW?
...But of course.
[...She can't bring herself to call him sir, because that's just WRONG in every sense of the word. She turns around and walks into the back. As soon as she's out of sight of the customers, her strained smile falls and she scowls, throwing her tray to the ground with a CLANG.
Her coworkers jumped, giving her an odd look as she stormed past them. She threw open the fridge, where the milk was, and slammed in on the counter. She grabbed a cup and slowly, perfectly, filled the glass with milk.
She was on her way out of the servers alley when she suddenly stopped still, almost causing a coworker to run straight into her. A smirk slowly spread across her face as her gaze locked on a bottle of hot sauce.
One mix of a concoction later, and Luna was back at Discord's table, placing the glass in front of him.]
Anything else ...I can get for ...you?
[Saying those words are still painful, but it'll pay off soon enough. She's sure of it.]
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Action: Eat the ball, naturally.
Why, I haven't had this much fun in eons...or at least, since I took over Equestria. No, this is better. MUCH better. Almost like things used to be. ♪
With a start, he notices the reappearance of the Madame Moon, and with a gleam of anticipation watches her set the beverage upon the table. Maybe it's Discord's imagination, but she also seems to have calmed down slightly, too. Probably; who knows what's going on in that head? He sniffs at the drink, giving an approving nod, but continues staring at her, expectantly. It doesn't appear he's interested in the milk at the moment, though he steals a hungry glance at the glass itself.
"Um, Miss? How long until my order comes out? Whoever heard of having chocolate pie without a full glass of milk, after all..."
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Action: Well, your just strange.
[In fact, she's slightly disappointed that you didn't take a drink of milk and then scream in pain upon tasting the hot sauce. So she'll slap that fake grin back on her face and try not to dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood.]
...Of course... sir. Be right out.
[And she walks back into the kitchen, a bit faster than usual. alksfdlsdfj Discord adlfj]
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Action: And your useage of your displays how you're not an egghead.
[After deciding this particular glass vintage must have been a bad production year, he nevertheless chews happily on its lip, glancing around both to find yet more objects to torment and to watch for the morose mare.]
"Serfuse hee reawy is quie poo..." Maybe he'll speak to the manager later.
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Action: Shhhh, I do not believe anyone asked you, sir.
There is th--your entree... sir.
[Oh she is trying so hard alsfkdj]
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Action: Oh, so Luna IS an egghead, then? :D
[A stir and one hotsauce-infused splash of milk later, Discord is gleefully gulping down the concoction, though surprisingly with very little of the the beverage on his person. He pauses, brow furrowed in confusion, and looks inquisitively up at Luna.]
"Here here, what's this? Waitress, this milk seems...off." [Innocent blinking.]
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Action: ... Your MOM'S an egghead.
Her smile, if possible, only becomes more strained. This is quite possibly the most obvious fake smile in the world.]
We--I... There is nothing wrong with the milk. It's regular milk.
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Action: My, I see a college education behind that retort. Well done.
"Is that so! Why, I suppose that nice smokey flavour is normal around here, is it? Ho ho, I MUST have another! Extra smokey! And more pie, Madame! Chop chop, don't just stand there." He taps the glass with his nail to emphasize the point
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Action: You wear a jacket. =|
Of course, sir.
[She takes the glass rather harshly before storming to the back. She's so obvious now, but she doesn't care. She's more focused on not losing her temper and losing her job. She needs all the money she can get, after all. But damn if Discord isn't making that as hard as possible.
She forgoes the hot sauce this time, since it obviously didn't work the first time. The only thing she can hope to do is confuse him, even if that would prove to make him happier.
It's not too much longer that she walks back out, the pie in one hand and milk in another.]
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Action: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
"Madame Waitress, you're improving! Keep that up and I might even recommend your service!"
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Action: I won't bake you anything else ever if you don't start to be nice >3
Thank you.
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Action: O.O; I'll be good.
[He sips the glass daintily, nose wrinkling ever-so-slightly when the delicious smokey flavour proves to be missing. But it's still chocolate milk. With a glance up to his guest, he downs the delicacy yet again and forces the glass back at her, pulling a newspaper out of nowhere to obscure his features.]
"Don't you have OTHER patrons to be attending, Miss...? Another of my usual, if you DON'T mind."
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Action: Yeah I thought so.
Without a word, she takes the glass and refills it, forgoing the hot sauce once more. She can't do much to him, but telling him that milk is supposed to come with hot sauce and then not put any more in it is the most she can do. She slams the glass on the table in front of Discord and turns and walks away. She's going to get fired if she can't compose herself and think of something.]