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Bringing up the rear of their little party has several advantages. She can make sure that Coco keeps moving forward, and doesn't double back to teach Pointy Head some manners. She can keep an eye on the group, and on the people around and behind them. And she doesn't have to get involved in whatever disruptive interpersonal nonsense seems to be going on.Ramona is going to cover the rear of the group and make sure nobody gets lost while following Milo.
The Restaurant is in sight. It looks very bistro meets chow-hall. There are tables outside on some sort of patio. Along each side of the building were small walkways that lead to the back of the restaurant and to the kitchen. There were at least two doors for entry. One said 'deliveries' the other said 'staff only'.
And if anyone was to go in through the 'in' set of front doors (there is also a set of 'out' doors), they would find rows of tables of varying sizes with benches. Many small two person tables along the sides. But regardless, it was very open and full of hobs, changelings and even a hedge beast or two.
The kitchen was also large and stretched across the back of the building. It had small windows that were only high enough for food to be set out under lamps.
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Since they all seem to be heading inside to find Rosemary, Gregory enters through the 'in' door.
Just as bustling as the market streets, the restaurant brought the sense of hunger back to Gregory and he sniffs the air inside. His tongue moves about his teeth and across his lips. He'd not eaten since the food fight and the sugar seems to have evaporated in his stomach. The watch in his hand seems a nice method of payment for a hearty meal...
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DexterityHeedless of where Gregory had gone, Coco herself strode forward to push her way through the "Staff Only" door, intent on getting to the very heart of this matter and find Rosemary as expeditiously as possible, and fate protect whatever poor fool got in her way again.
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Milo lead the way to the restaurant, but truth be told he was looking for someone he had never seen. Even if he looked directly at the woman they were searching for he wouldn't know her beyond being large and a gristlegrinder, a pair of descriptors he thought went hand in hand already. When Coco took off ahead Milo's eyes flitted back to Ramona. That was not a person that should be left alone if her previous performance was any indication, so he followed her through the staff only entrance. Hopefully they could finish this endeavor before another person was beaten unconscious.
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Lynn sighed heavily as she made her way into the restaurant. Truth be told, she was getting rather tired of having to apologize for Coco, especially given the way the woman had acted earlier. At this point, it seemed that Mrs. Rosemary was trying to pay off a debt, something which might be infinitely harder if the Wasp burst in there and started threatening all and sundry.
And really, did she even care if karma finally bit the idiot on the ass?
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Eyes flicking to Milo, Ramona follows him through the staff entrance, then waits for him to take the lead again. Yes, she's bringing up the rear of the group, he'll have to deal with that. No slipping away again. And this will all be over soon, provided that he's right and they find Mrs. Rosemary here.
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ooc: Not clear if everyone is going for Staff Entrance or the IN for patrons. Morgan is sticking with her motley.
Morgan didn't know which way folks were going, but decided to stick with Lynn. If she was going to be associated with one of the Spring Court's officers, she'd rather it be Lynn then Cosima.
Hopefully Cosima wouldn't do the "use threats of violence to make a non-hostile situation hostile" plan that she seemed good at.
Looking around the customer area of the restaurant, she tried to spot the kindly chef. "Uh...Tis eh-heh-heh, Mrs Rosemary visible-or-or-heh-here?
The question lacked a focus on anyone. Morgan could be asking Lynn or anybody in the restaurant that heard her.
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Lynn turned on one heel, trying to spot anybody who looked anything near official. "I don't know. Hopefully we can find out quickly and with no further violence.
"Excuse me!" Lynn took a couple of steps and spread her hand in front of a server as they started back towards the kitchen. She didn't try to stop them, she simply indicated that she needed their attention.
"Do you have a Gristlegrinder by the name of Mrs. Rosemary working in the kitchen today? She's a friend of ours and we were told that she's come here to work for a period."
Gregory – Main Door
Where as the others tended to the back, the Gargoyle’s presence through the front was undisturbed. Patrons of all sorts and hobs were moving about in what looked like a mess hall type of restaurant or that of a very old fashioned town restaurant from another time.
The only thing that was truly different about the place was a large round table in the corner, chairs surrounding it. One particular chair, the only one with arms in the building, was occupied. This Ogre looking man sat talking to another Wizened looking fellow wearing a plaid shirt.
Coco, Milo, Ramona, Morgan – Staff Door
When Coco yelled, the entire back of the kitchen froze. A few pans clamored, the hissing of cooking food continued but they all turned to the group of Changelings who’d suddenly barged in. There was another set of swinging doors down the length of the kitchen who were undisturbed and heads were bobbing through the smeared glass at the top of the door.
The Staff looked startled, cautious and all moved back to the side. It was unclear if they were frightened, or if they were never disturbed by foreigners to the kitchen before and unsure how to react when patrons suddenly barged in. Evident that there was something very unsettling going on.
A thin man surfaced amongst the kitchen staff. His face and arms had many cuts throughout his face and arms. Fingers shaped into the ends of ice picks where fingernails once were and very sharp teeth. If none had ever seen his type before, he was unmistakably a Razorhand. His lips full of blood new and dried when he hesitantly moved toward the lot and began to speak, his speech slightly slurred. “We hath stheveral Ggristhlegrindersth here.... There isth a Mary who isth new,... but none with a Mrsth.” Words long and drawn out with caution, his tongue trying hard not to touch his teeth but yet another drop of blood dowsed his lips. His eyes looked to the Minstrel who had spoken, narrowed, wheels spinning in his eyes like he pieced a very strange puzzle together.
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