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Tweak says, "Have you seen my... nimins????"

eve (liaise) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-05 01:57:00

Entry tags:

!open, charlie, eve

WHO: Eve & OPEN TO ANYONE
WHERE: a 24-hour restaurant
WHEN: the middle of the night
RATING: PG-ish?
STATUS: in progress...

It was harder, this time around, not to say anything. Before, she only had to keep some things to herself and was able to flaunt others as freely as she pleased; namely the fact of what she was and what she was intended to do. Here, she couldn't do that. The Collector had brought her into Colligo to be his eyes and ears in a more direct way that went beyond that of his ability to monitor through the systems on his ship in orbit of the planet that housed his great city. She mingled, she watched and she reported and while she felt it had given her a new semblance of purpose in life after being so lost and alone and directionless, she couldn't help but still feel...empty.

He pointed this out, of course, telling her not to dwell and often, questioned the Senior Partners' decision in making her better able to feel and understand and behave like a human in a way that ranged from appearance to social interactions and bonds. Eve liked who she was, especially now that The Collector had returned her immortality to her. That paralyzing fear of knowing that you'd age and one day, die no longer woke her up at night, though she couldn't honestly say she slept soundly in this city.

That was exactly why Eve was out and about, sitting in the back corner of a twenty-four hour restaurant with a plate of barely touched pancakes before her that had been sitting there for so long, they'd gone soggy from all the syrup.

"Is this all there is to existing?" She questioned of no-one in particular, poking at the syrup-soaked pancakes with the prongs of her fork.

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iaintready
2010-05-11 02:07 am UTC (link)

It wasn't every day that a customer offered up their name. True in the diner back home, before Bobby had been born and the world as she known it had changed entirely, most of the patrons had been regulars that she knew by name. But those were mostly truckers who chose the highway as a means of bypassing most of the large cities, and the diner because it was clean, cheap, and never busy. This woman, however, looked more like someone who wouldn't have been caught dead in a place like that... or a place like this, really.

Still, good service meant rolling with the punches no matter how unusual they might seem, and good service equalled tips. Besides, Charlie didn't know many people in Colligo. It certainly couldn't hurt to know one more. So she smiled, and nodded, replying easily with a friendly, "It's nice to meet you, Eve. Now how did you want that steak cooked? And did you want all the fixins that come with it or just the steak itself?"

She kept smiling, chuckling lightly as she added, "Because apparently this place can't make just ordering some food a simple process. Sorry about that."

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liaise
2010-05-12 12:27 am UTC (link)

It was true, Eve never would've come to a place like this if she hadn't been pulled here and offered a position doing what she was created for. She was part of the high life, upper social classes with little Gucci dresses and cocktail parties full of humans and demons alike. Being on one plane for too long, even, was just...odd. It was weird, not to be able to walk into the white room and talk to her 'parents' in a more direct fashion than the telepathic means they used to communicate with her otherwise, to be able to shift between dimensions via the conduit and liaise to the other CEOs at other branches and mingle with the 'brothers' and 'sisters' who were specifically assigned to those heads.

Everything about this situation was just...odd, new, and frightening and wonderful at the same time. Eve wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.

"How do I want it cooked?" She echoed, a bit lost. Here's where her being an transdimentional socialite stifled her ability to completely blend into life here, as she had no idea what people usually ordered with steak. She'd eaten it before, of course, but it had been dolled up in a way that was for the purposes of looking pretty and not tasting great. "...how do you like your steak cooked?"

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iaintready
2010-05-12 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"Medium rare, most times," Charlie replied without hesitation. "Rare tends to be a bit too bloody for my taste. I don't want the thing still mooin', but well done and it loses flavor." As she spoke she stepped to the counter and picked up the pitcher of ice water, then filled up Eve's glass once she was back at the table. It was a bit odd, meeting someone who didn't even know how they wanted their steak fixed, but Charlie was used to odd by now. If this place hadn't prepared her for it, the chaos surrounding the life of her son certainly would have done the trick.

She didn't bother asking about the side items again. If Eve didn't know how she wanted her steak, Charlie highly doubted she'd know if she wanted potatoes and corn on the cob or not. She figured she'd just tack it on, at no charge, just in case. If she didn't eat it, there was no harm done. If she did, well, Charlie didn't mind giving away a bit of free food if it made for a happy customer.

"How about you just go with medium? Unless you like stuff bloody, it's about as close to the middle as you can get, and the cook can usually hit it pretty spot-on," she suggested with a light smile.

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liaise
2010-05-13 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Bloody. That made her flashback to watching her former boss, the last one she'd had before she'd signed away her immortality and rights to the duties of liaison to Hamilton. Angel. ...the only boss she'd had, actually, as she hadn't been the liaison to the last set of individuals in charge. They all got their own person, someone whom the Senior Partners felt would best suit them. How they figured she was a good match for Angel was beyond her when a good part of her couldn't stand the vampire. That, of course, clashed with the larger part of her that still felt intensely loyal to him to the point where she'd helped him, even though he didn't really deserve her help. And in the end, what had that gotten her? A place alone in the world without even Lindsey for company. He'd had her lover killed and that had destroyed a part of her person. Yet, she still felt loyalty for the vampire, even though hated him for what he'd done. What a walking contradiction she was.

She tore herself out of her thoughts and focused on what Charlie was saying and nodded in agreement. "Medium sounds good."

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iaintready
2010-05-14 03:15 am UTC (link)

Charlie gave a nod and wrote up the ticket on her way to the kitchen. As the cook began to prepare the meal, she busied herself with a few of her other tasks. Filling the salt and pepper shakers, wiping down some more tables, sweeping up a pile of spilled french fries behind the counter. She kept an eye on Eve as she worked, not wanting to crowd the woman but also wanting to make sure she didn't need anything. Within a few minutes the steak was ready and Charlie took the plate to her, setting it down in front of her with a smile that was a bit strained at the edges due to memories she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried.

She remembered the last time she'd served a steak to a patron in a mostly empty diner. An old woman who had turned out to be possessed by an angel, sent to kill her then unborn son. The turning point in Charlie's life, obviously, and one she tried not to dwell on very much. Such as now.

Forcing the memories into the back of her mind, the young woman hefted the pitcher of water she held in her other hand and topped off the glass of water. "Here you go," she exclaimed. "I hope you enjoy and if you need anything else, you just let me know, alright?"

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