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I am going to be the herald of incredibly niche FGs, so here's the premise: your OC is in a restaurant and ordering food, drink, or whatever it is. Only issue is that all the tables and chairs are full, so they will have to sit by a table that is occupied by the above OC.
- What do they do then? Do they talk? Do they just focus on their meal? Do they ask something to the OC above?
Rules:
- This is primarily a 'for fun' thread. You don't have to take this too seriously.
- Post IC and with a prompt for the next poster! For the next poster, give them a quick prompt to respond to! What is your OC eating, or are they doing something else besides having their meal? That kinda dealio.
- IC characters must have a profile. We need some idea of how your character will behave in this scenario for the next poster and to avoid killing the thread.
- This is a PG-13 thread! So please keep things SFW as best as you can!
- This is semi-casual, so some effort is required. A paragraph or five lines is a strong recommendation to start. If a user is breaking this and keeps making low-effort posts, they will be blocked from this thread.
- As a soft maximum, I recommend having three to four paragraphs maximum. Going over this is fine, but please don't expect the next users to put in the same amount of effort.
- Follow-ups are not mandatory, but highly recommended.
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Rules may be added or adjusted depending on how this thread goes. Main rule here is to have fun!
You may either choose to take the freebie (but you must provide a prompt for the next poster), or to respond to the prompt below:
It's not often that the Conductor steps out of his own abode, and it is even more of a rare occurrence that he chooses to leave the Realm to indulge in something as mundane as food. But here he is, seated on a table by the window of the restaurant, currently taking a sip out of a meat-and-tomato stew. There is a peculiar clockwork contraption on the table as well, just next to the bowl: some kind of wind-up dancing doll that is currently spinning in place, much like those dancing ballerina figures in certain music boxes, albeit one that is highly articulated, considering that this figure's joints are all moving, down to her fingers.
v AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS RESPONSE SO MUCH.
The Conductor stills, lowering his spoon and his red-white eyes flickering over to the Architect's direction, now intimately aware of her presence. The dancing doll stops as well, as if following its creator's reaction, joints twisting as it shifts into a standing position. Almost on guard, in a way, although the dark-haired being's smile indicates no hostility, only unadulterated interest. And, rather thankfully, it is not the usual curiosity he harbours; this is a more benign regard.
"Ah, no, I already have my food," he replies, with a careful gesture to his bowl of stew, "but thank you for the offer, nonetheless."
He relaxes then, taking a spoonful of his own stew and allowing her to observe him as she pleases. In fact, he welcomes it. It is rare to see other beings who are intellectually inclined, and he will be quite happy to grant her this privilege for the meantime. To make an enemy out of her would be a terrible shame, not when this opportunity is presented to him.
The Conductor leans forward a little when the Architect speaks again, carefully setting his bowl aside for the meantime. There is a strange shine in his eyes, and his smile is genuine this time, a softness that he rarely shows to others. "Oh, yes. I do have many projects and plans that I have been intending to expand. Would you like to hear about the smaller ones, or the ones with a greater reach?"
(I'm glad you liked it! Normally I'm not too great at these but now I'm starting to get the hang of it ':))
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(Oh wow- I just checked his profile and realized it's his birthday today :0 what a coincidence!)
Sèvres normally didn’t like eating out, but he knew that if he wanted to make Jake happy, he had to go along with it. Although he didn't talk much, he instead focused a little more on his surroundings, although he'd occasionally glance at Jake's sweater and then somewhere else, hoping he wouldn't notice.
Apples and 'chicken wings', huh, Sèvres thought to himself, a reasonable combo, I guess. I could try some too, probably.
After making quick glances at everything around him, Sèvres then decided to, a little hesitantly, start a conversation with Jake, hoping to know him a bit more.
"So," he awkwardly asked, "would you like to... um... tell me a bit about yourself? Like-- what's life like where you're from? Is it... good? Okay? Not so good? Um... go ahead, tell me... everything." He didn't make much eye contact while asking this either. Ask about his sweater, Sèvres! That'll make things less awkward.
"Oh, um- by the way, that's a cute sweater!" Sèvres complimented, "Curious to know where you got it!" He forced a smile as he tried to focus on Jake while waiting for his order to arrive, which was a crispy chicken sandwich and a pack of fries.
(Hope this suffices, I absolutely suck at these so please lmk if I'm missing anything)
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Sèvres normally hates eating out, but when dragged into it, he prefers fast food restaurants where he's able to escape when things get overwhelming. He often orders small portions of items since he gets full easily, with mostly the generic burgers and fries.
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Dakota had just sat down, but in a few seconds almost the entire burger was in his hands- destroyed. He almost didn't realize he had sat across someone in the restaurant, he truly just stumbled in, trapped in a hunger induced haze, ordered a burger, snatched it from the counter and grabbed a seat. Finally looking up from his (absolutely delicious) meal, his eyes widened when they met with Sèvres, who unfortunately suffered from always-looking-mad-face.
"Ouh- shorry!!" He manages to get the word out, half of his burger now in the side of his cheek. He swallowed quickly and with an awkward laugh puts down his burger, opting for the fries instead. "I didn't even see ya there! But yer a lil' hard to miss!" He joked, putting a fry in his mouth before realizing what he just said could definitely be interpreted as rude. "Uh- In a good way though! A good way!"
His eyes glanced down at Sèvres' half eaten burger, probably abandoned since the portions at this specific place were so huge. "uh- You gonna finish that?" Dakota asked, pointing with his free hand as he once again picked up his own poor burger.
"Wait, this is so rude of me! I'm sorry!" Dakota exclaimed quickly, "I'm Dakota! I promise I'm a nice guy..it just.. I'm a little hungry.."
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NP: dakota will FUCK UP anything in front of him bro loves eating. youre more likely to find him in a nonfancy place eating some greasy foods, but if he's in a fancy place he'll act the same as he would in any other.. so maybe fun hijinks could happen there! he'd def be out of place lol
Eating with a fellow man of the land was always a pleasure. Someone who don’t care if they get a bit of dirt on their food, or to eat with their dusty hands, or to down a few dozen beers in one sitting.
Their place of dining was none other than Boss’s camp, where her camp chef delivered them bowls of baked beans, chopped pork, and brown bread. Truly the staple of the untamed west.
“Damn, I’ve never seen anyone eat quite like you!” Boss would chortle as she took a sip from her beer. “I’ll have Maude get you another serving. Good thing she made plenty, yeah? You’re a beast.”
Now she herself was no stranger to eating the portions of two grown men, but Dakota was certainly something else. He ate like he’d never see another meal again. She could respect that, in a way.
“Long as you don’t go this crazy with my liquor supply, we’re all good. I mean it, don’t you come anywhere near my whiskey, or I’ll kill you.”
It was hard to tell if she was joking or not.
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Np: please ping me!
Also, Boss’s table manners are nothing short of nonexistent. She’s lucky she can use a fork. She also will eat just about anything. And fancy places aren’t her forte, she usually eats outside, but wherever you choose to place her is fine by me! Very easygoing here!
The tiefling eyed the woman with a raise of the eyebrow, sipping from a glass of wine. "Your etiquette aside, I do so love your temper— you remind me of my fiery friend, an intimidating woman she was but good in battle."
The two dined at the outside of a pub at a secluded spot, the patio umbrella shielding them from the sting of the sun.
"And have no fear, the way you're eyeing your flask I can already read your mind without a spell of 'detect thoughts'," Tav chuckled, her claws tapping against the marble table. "I have enough wine to go around for myself, you can loosen your grip on that liquor of yours, love."
The tiefling then turned their attention to their food, caviar, and creme brulee scattered the plate, she always did have a sweet tooth and a taste for the more refined. "And you've an alcohol problem, or so I've heard? Oh, sweetness, it's not a problem to indulge. I say go all for it... whatever makes you feel better and if someone's to shame you for it, well, I suppose that's no problem for a crimelord such as yourself to handle!"
"So long as the alcohol poisoning doesn't kill you first, that is," She quipped with a smirk.
NP: Ping me please! Tav loves feeling fancy but in truth, they care little about their reputation and care more about experiencing the world first-hand, shes open to trying any food and any dare!
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StridesThroughAshes Please provide a prompt for the next user to respond to, as per this rule:
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If Austerie is in restaurants such as this one, he often dons a more human disguise. For this scenario, he has taken on the form most familiar to him: that of a man with pale hair and pink eyes, dressed in something in-between casual and formal, rather than his appearance as an Edeia.
A convenient choice, that, considering that the restaurant's tables are full. If he had been in his usual form, he doubts that he will fit in anywhere. That leaves him with the relatively simple issue of finding somewhere to sit, and it just so happens that there is one spot that is by the edge of the restaurant, albeit already partially occupied. He carefully balances his tray of food, his approach deliberate to try and alert the Dunmer that is currently seated without having to call his attention outright.
"Hello?" he says anyway, regardless of whether his attempt at grabbing Darythyne's focus had worked, "I will have to sit beside you; all the other tables are full."
It's not quite a request, not really: with the lack of room as it is, Austerie is going to sit down, and eventually lower the tray he's carrying, although an amicable interaction would at least make things easier for the Edeia. He places his bowl of soup in front of him, and stirring the contents within is an instinct, his eyes focused on the steam wafting out as he tries his best to not disturb Darythyne, aware as he is of the fact that the dark-haired elf was more preoccupied with observing those heading into the building.
Yet... there is a gnawing curiosity within, and he is soon unable to stop himself from asking questions. In this case, a simple: "Is there something interesting going on there, considering that you've been watching people come in?"
NP: Austerie is probably assuming a human appearance, and will let someone sit beside him, although he will be mostly quiet unless directly interacted with. Perhaps a distinct thing that others will notice is that he has gone for a lot of simple and plain food, and avoids anything overly luxurious in the menu.
It was a dingy, unremarkable restaurant deep in a dank alley and easily overlooked by its bigger, more popular neighbors. It was one of those restaurants anyone wondered why or how stayed in business. NV liked it. They appreciated the solitude. A place tucked away like this felt like it was just for them, a place they could hide from the beautiful world.
Today it was packed.
People in the highest fashions with the most recent phones braved the ominous alleyway, ignoring the higher rated restaurants in favor for the small room that could barely contain everyone. NV stood outside, staring in. So many beautiful people. Why? Why this place of all places?
They knew why before even finishing the question. Seated at a booth was a man with long, white hair. His food was simple; plain, yet with him it could have easily been mistaken for the highest culinary cuisine. These people were lured in by him. Someone so august and mystical eating in a place like that, it surely was a good restaurant.
All the chairs were taken save the one right besides the regal man. NV's mind itched, Envy wanting those looks and that popularity for itself. Bringing all those people from one's mere existence, that was the opposite of them. What was it like to be like that? Their eye narrowed. Right now, they just wanted their hiding spot back.
The Sin walked in and ordered their food to-go.
NV doesn't eat that much, usually people-watching in a restaurant. They'll most likely try to leave if you sit next to them, but can be coaxed into staying.