(Loyalty Is,) Diner Destination

[Saber Sloth]

When they get to the diner, it's still a stark, black night. Late enough that the dawn would come crawling from the horizon before a full meal could be finished. The diner is close enough to the motel, but far from everything else. A rest stop, a truck stop. It smells of gas, and frying oil. A couple of big rigs parked, with their truckers stopping over. Leaving their cabs, and heading to the diner, or coming from the diner towards their livelihoods.

The lights of the diner are on, spilling out into the night will a yellow glare. The diner's sign is sun faded and illegible, while the neon open sigh blinks red and blue from the window. Underneath a black and white sign listing their hours, more of a joke then anything, as the hours amount to, Open 27/7

Passed the glass door, the Lost see what they expect of a dinner. The surroundings in a fading yellow, on the booths, seat cushions, the linoleum. Even the slabs that make up the counters, and the table tops.

The Lost are waved through, even considering the Please wait to be seated sign hanging next to the till, by a plump waitress, wearing the stereotypical uniform in yellow, with a brown apron, walking to a table full of grimy truckers, a coffee pot in her hand.

Vincent Titania Stray Bugul Abyssalstar Sonnie Wu
We're carrying over from the last scene, please include your current Glamour, WP, Heath in your first along with whatever Equipment you from the Motel.

[Sonnie Wu]

A brisk walk in the night and here they were. Whatever sorrow Sonnie Wu had experienced at the charred skeleton of the motel had evaporated in the light of the diner. "Oh, perfect!" She grinned, "I used to hit places like these back when I was wandered the country. Great food, and the truckers have awesome stories! I wonder what's on the griddle? I bet it's bacon." She sniffed the air, trying to find out as they approached the joint. It was her normal sense of smell again, however. The sensory contract the Beast had previously employed had reached its proscribed time limit. The Wyrd was a stickler for stuff like that.

Practically ignoring the sign, Sonnie waltzed right inside with a hungry smile on her face. It was possible she was forgetting why they had come here. Without asking for anyone else's preference, she slid into a booth and set her stuff out of the way, but within easy reach. Grabbing a laminated menu, she started thinking about breakfast.

Okay, she started thinking about breakfast back at the motel, but only casually. Now she was serious about it.

Current stats: Health 8, Glamour 6, Willpower 4.

Equipment: Messenger bag, smart phone, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knives (concealed in her sleeves), goblin fruit (2 ertwen & 1 coupnettle), hedgespun boots (+2 Speed), hedgespun pendant (+1 Def), 2 tacos, and a package of cookies (oreos, for the record!).

[Titania]

The smell of cooking oil irritates her skin on contact. It was a place far beneath her station, and if it weren't for the circumstances, she would have never joined such a magnet for the dregs of society.
In a certain sense it brought back memories of Mr. Ronnie G and his lively patrons. They had a spent a week living like a couple in order to fool them into thinking they were being honest. How would Pico and Beverly be? She wonders.
Still, the die was cast. She enters the establishment, waltzing directly toward a remote booth, trying to avoid unwanted attention. Quite an undertaking if you ask, especially given the headache. Too many falls in too short of a time.

Health: 8 - 3 (bashing, unless it's healed), 3WP, 5 Glam

Equip: purse, smartphone, makeup, her bag, a pocket mirror, some cash, perfume. Abe's remains, receipt

[Saber Sloth]

When it comes to food, Sonnie's nose is rarely wrong,another waitress, in the uniform yellow and brown, makes a circuit stopping by the window, and picking up the plates for another table, fat toast, runny eggs, and beautiful crisp bacon.

After the Lost choose their table, the first comes 'round with her coffee pot and start turning the coffee mugs right side up. Filling them with quite effervescent.

"Know what you want, or you wanna give the menu a gander?"

Stray Bugul Shane James Turner

[Sonnie Wu]

"Yes!" Sonnie beamed at the waitress. Because of course she knew what she wanted already! "I'll have the..." she peered at the menu to get the name right, "...Rise-n'-Shine Omelette! With a side of bacon and hash browns, and a large glass of OJ!" A growing monkey needed a solid breakfast to start the day, especially after crawling through a burned-out motel all night!

She passed the menu over to Titania, "I don't think they have crumpets here. Or... spotted dick? Whatever you guys eat for breakfast." She giggled.

The simian Beast seemed content to leave inquiries about the receipt for Titania to handle. Charming people was a Fairest forte, after all.

Meanwhile, she observed the staff and customers present, keeping any eye out for anything unusual. Like suspicious murderers and Loyalists.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-17 10:25:40		Sonnie Wu rolls 5 to Alert Monkey! Wits + Composure (10 Again)		7, 3, 4, 5, 9		1 success

Heh heh. Spotted dick.

[James Turner]

James lived in the outskirts of society, the unwanted, the down trodden these places and people were where he spent most of his time. They were Lost, but many of these people were also lost and needed a hand to guide them. Now, the fact that they were easy pickings and entry points for the gentry didn’t weigh into this decision…no, not at all.

James had been sitting at the end of the counter by himself, plate of bacon in front of him sat next to a coffee. The observant would note that from his eye line he had a view of most of the diner including the exit. Not like the diner was hurting for empty seats. He’d been listening to the TV as most folks kept to themselves and ate their meals, then he saw the monkey walk in.

What followed her caused his chest to tighten, his brain to flood with adrenaline, and his fight or flight response to trigger. No! It couldn’t be it…it wasn’t. His eyes stared straight ahead as he brought his coffee mug up to “blow” on it to hide the fact he was hyperventilating. A few deep breaths to “cool” his coffee and collect himself.


Once he’d done so he made eye contact and gave a short nod of his head to Sonnie, trying to at least keep some distance in case anything was watching them. You can never be too careful after all.


At least my coffee is cool enough to drink now.

Current stats:
Health: 7 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 9
Equipment: Wallet, Smartphone, Keys, Sensible walking shoes

[Bugul]

Bugul is present, sliding in next to Sonnie as the Steepscrambler started ordering. At the waitress' question, the Goatman's eyes turned lazily to the menu.

"The Classic, will do," he says, indicating a classic dish of bacon, eggs, toast, and hashbrowns, "Just water to drink for me."

Seeing the nod of the lone Winter in his periphery, Bugul's gaze shifts to the man, holding it there for a few brief moments. Then his attention returns to his current company

Current stats:

Health: 7 | Glam: 4 | Will: 4

Equipment: Knife, Clothing, jacket, cell phone.

[Saber Sloth]

"Alrighty." The waitress dips her head, jotting down the order. "Anything else?" she asks, looking pointedly at Titania

Whatever the answer she moves off to the window, putting the ticket on the wheel, digging the little bell, before moving away. Back on her circuit.

Sonnie sees what she expects of a road stop diner. Truckers, scatted patrons, as well as a somewhat familiar face. The new Winter, she'd chanced by around Funderland during the Welcome party Circe thrown together. The surprising sight of the Winter isn't what arrests her attention however, it's another Lost. Sitting by his lonesome, staring out the window, and down the street they'd come from.

She can see the glow of flame shaping a heart through his clothes, and the steam rising from him as rainwater spatters against his shoulders. The man sighs. Head in his hand. Fingers tapping on the table in time with his foot.

[Sonnie Wu]

The presence of James was a surprise. Was it a coincidence, however? He was new, after all, and his being here in this truck stop diner - of all places! - was suspicious. That Rhodes had him locked into a Pledge of some sort bought the Winter a little benefit of the doubt, at least.

And who was this forlorn, steamy Lost? She didn't know him from Adam. He seemed to be waiting for someone.

Sonnie, deciding to get proactive while awaiting her breakfast, slid out of the booth and headed on over to the Darkling. The Beast was her usual upbeat, friendly self. "Hey, Johnny Boy. What brings you here? And, um, who's that guy?" She nodded towards the Elemental(?) at the window. "Friend of yours?"

[James Turner]

He almost recoiled as Sonnie came up to him, no more plausible deniability on his part now. Not her fault though, at this point he assumed subtlety was not a tool in her toolbox. That’s fine, maybe she was better with words than he was as diplomacy might be needed here.

He gave a soft shake of his head as he met her gaze and mouthed one word inaudibly so he didn’t risk being overheard.

Watching.

Keeping the other lost visible in the corner of his eyesight, he’d picked his perch for good reason. He’d kept an eye on the kid looking at his body posture, reading his face, taking in the tapping foot. It could be a lot of different emotions, fear, anxiety, he could be waiting on date or just needing a cigarette. It takes a trained eye being able to separate the threads of emotion that run through people.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-19 11:54:55		Reading Unknown Lost rolls 8 to Wits + empathy + Adroitness (9 Again)		1, 3, 9, 2, 10, 9, 5, 5, 6, 6, 3		3 successes

He'd spent most of his time reading the alien and the strange so another Lost was easy in comparison. He kept one eye on the stranger and then another on Sonnie as he offered her a wary but welcoming smile, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No, no one I know. I was surprised to see you honestly. I was waiting to say my hello’s if I’m being honest. It is nice to have you here…”

The in case shit hits the fan went unspoken. Though his voice remained low, barely above a whisper letting the TV drown out most of what he said.