You stumble over your words formulating a few faltering variations of the phrase:
"Oh you know I just...", followed by a noncomittal version or two of:
"I just felt that it would be a fun way to..., in an attempt to defuse the situation with a joke. It's how you'd usually deal with the situation, and maybe if this
wardrobe malfunction was the only thing that'd happened to you lately you would but...
"I...I'm gonna be honest Dave, the past two days haven't been the best." At first you attempt to keep stiff lip about it, but as you go on it gets increasingly [pitiful], as you go over the events of the last two days.
"First I found this aftik chick in the vending machine, and I thought "I can't eat a baby, that's terrible, and before that I was harrassed by some notails who were looking for some sort of monster..." You meander on about the part where you walking to work and got robbed by a notail kid,
"Oh and would you believe that same kid robbed me again today, ha, just my luck isn't it..."
"And then after work that day..." You start, really thinking of how to parse the following events.
"I was walking Alex home... you know she lives in a rough neighborhood, I thought it be a nice gesture... but then we... ..." You've started crying, you didn't even realize it,
"That's w..when everything went really wrong, We were attacked by these thugs... and I...I was..." You don't really want to admit what happened, but then you suppose you're a bit past pride at this point.
"So they knocked me... and threw me in a dumpster, and I couldn't get out, until..." Dave at this point feels that just standing around in the middle of the restaurant is probably not the best place to have such an emotional conversation, and escorts you into the staff room. You are, of course, in no emotional state of mind to contest this.
Between sobbing you rattle off some other points, such as how you found Blehpie, how that Civil Sec officer had to let you out. You struggle to get through the part where you walked through the site of what you euphemistically call "murders".
"You know the only time I'd seen a dead body before that was when I saw a dead felixcity on the tramline..." Dave, gives a slightly more sincere smile than usual,
You get used to it. You don't really think you want to.
You then go through the rest of the day, how your home was invaded by some notails, and then you finally got a moment of peace when...
When...
"D...Dave." You struggle with what you're about to say.
"I... think I died." Dave stares at you for a while afterward, like He's considering something.
"I'm pretty sure that's... normal... for uh, what you've gone through... lots of people think they die, and that just means... you... Dave trails off, evidently unsure of what He should say next.
"Well... whatever the case, I woke up, in a pool of my own blood.. with this." You show him your weird feathery arm which shimmers peculiarly in the light.
Afterward you rattle off the rest of the day up until now, including the bit where your clothes were transmogrified by a washing machine... In retrospect it was so absurd that that happened, you can't help but laugh about it, Dave looks rather concerned.
After all that you sob and sniffle for a few more minutes afterward. You finally look at Dave... you can't believe you vented all that... Dave makes a deep inhale, and exhale.
"It sounds like you're going through a lot of... things... and If you need to take another day... You immediately make some gestures to the contrary for that plan. As much as you'd like to, you feel like you can't, not so much because you think you'd be fired, but...
If you don't get in enough work hours you won't be able to pay your rent. You admittedly pay the smaller portion of the rent between you and your absent roommate, but you still need to get in enough hours to cover it, since your hourly pay is just about enough to cover it for the month.
"Well if you're insistent about it, then I guess you should get to work... You just start whenever you're ready, but don't take too long, time is money."
The Work-Day Begins
Fortuna rolls two 100 sided dice, and rolls a 70 and a 94
Fortuna then rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 19
You spend about an hour emotionally preparing yourself to get to work, venting all that definitely made you feel better, not so much "good" but better. You don't want to experience what you were feeling before ever again...
While you getting your emotions sorted out, C.B and Rico walk in, Rico's looking a little... duller than usual, not that he was ever the smartest looking person, but He looks a little out of sorts, and C.B is... green, more accurately the parts of her that were yellow are now a
yellowish-green color. You give them a concerned wave with your tentacle, Rico responds in a gruff, yet vague manner, and C.B Giggles as the two of them enter the Stock-room.
A few minutes after them, Alex comes in... she's wearing something completely different than you remember, aside from your hat, She's wearing a different look mask, like an animal shaped mask... you're not good with animals so you couldn't say what it is of.
"Uh... Mr. Dave said I should talk to you... are you... okay? Xv(X)" After she says this, you are once again aware of how you look, having spent the better part of half-an-hour crying, you're probably.
"I...am.. well I will be, It's been a bad few days." You let out an involuntary sniffle, and she suddenly decides to sit beside you.
"You want to... talk about it. Xv(X)" You're a bit perplexed, from your interactions previously you didn't think she was the sort to...
"Nah... I'm good, I practically cried Dave's ear off earlier, I just need to take some time to... get readjusted." She tilts her head to the right... you're uncertain what that gesture is supposed to signify, but she doesn't leave.
The two of you just sit there for a few minutes, you consider asking her if she shouldn't be doing
her job, but honestly you appreciate the company... you're not staring at her... you're not.
And then you remember something important.
Oh, uhm... Alex. You say, unsure if you really want to say it. She just hmms, and looks in your direction.
Do you... have a sister? After you ask the question Alex tilts her head to the left, that one definitely indicates confusion.
"No. Notails... don't have siblings, generally. Xv(X)
You mull that over, and realize that, yeah, you think you read somewhere about that, every quelan has at least one sister (or some other sort of sibling), and so its a subject of frequent interest when the family dynamics of other species are somewhat odd.
"What made you ask that? Xv(X)" It's hard to tell, but you think there was tone of worry in there. You spend a moment to parse your thoughts on the matter... it's not a pleasant memory, such that you can remember it, but what she said...
"Last night... there was notail that attacked me... they said they wanted me to tell someone that their sister was looking for them... and the way they said it, I think they thought you were their sister." After you say that, there's a period of weighty silence between the two of you. You're concerned you said something wrong, when suddenly
"Did this notail... do that to you... Xv(X)" [/color] She said very distincly as a nonquestion, while looking at your weird arm. You just give nod.
"Alright then." She says rather coldly, without doing her sign-off.
You spend the next few minutes in comfortable silence, at first its slightly tensious with how she ended that conversation, but it quickly warms into the kind of silence where nobody really wants to say anything and ruin it... You glance at the clock after abit, 8:00. Yeah that's long enough.
Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls an 8.
You and Alex return to your respective workstations... on the way there, you notice a spider-web, with a spider present within... it's a really big spider, big and blue, and it makes you irrationally upset.
Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls an 8
Suddenly the spider leaps onto your face, causing you to have an
extremely negative reaction, you flail about trying to get the thing off your face when you suddenly feel the sharp pain of it biting you right in the face. You let out a shreik of pain before you finally swat the thing off your face. Unfortunately you're too occupied by the spiderbite to pay attention to where it ended up, and thus it almost certainly remains in the building.
Fortuna rolls three 20 sided dice, and rolls an 8, a 6, and a 16
You slouch over to your cashier post, you've never been more relieved to experience the stability and repetition of retail work.
This feeling rapidly fades quickly as you re-experience the reality of it. Over the next few hours, you get some annoying customers, many of whom don't fully understand that this is a
burger restaurant. Then you get some rather curious customers.
A pair of those bat-people... you think they're vampwelf, enter the restaurant, conversing in their language. One's dressed in white suit, like you'd see in an old movie about gangsters in coast cities. It has shoulder-pads... who still wears shoulder-pads, this guy apparently. His friend is dressed in a dark, even older style suit, he looks grim. The flamboyant one though is way too energetic, He's laughing at jokes you don't understand because he tells them in a language you don't understand.
They finally get to you and the flamboyant one gives you a curious look. He stares at you for a solid thirty seconds before you ask him about his order,
"Oh, apologies, I was just lost in yours... how you say..." His friend interrupts him, and he apologizes and just makes an order. He leaves saying something in his langauge, the tone reminded you of something... you were trying to not pay attention. Along with the pay he left you a large stack of foreign money as a tip... you're gonna have to get this converted later.
The next few rounds of customers are decidedly worse. Many of them give you the impression they came in here just to complain, and more than a few you really want to
let out some emotion on You manage to restrain yourself though. Some of them are members of that gang that knocked you out the other day... including that weird looking arma. They look like they're about to start something when they glance behind you, all of them turn several shades paler, and quickly skidaddle out. You wonder what that was about.
The last few hours of your shift, go rather well. Among other things, that well-to-do klannec comes back. He seems rather pleased to see you, which is more than you can say for most people. He makes the same order as before and once again leaves you a generous tip, of 600p... Is he making up for when you weren't here before that's... conspicuously generous. But yannow Gifthorzzes and mouths or whatever, you're pocketing this money.
Fortuna Rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 14
Another day ends and Dave makes another possibly not empty threat to any loiterers. You're helping with cleaning up the place, when you notice someone left a whole 150p on a table. You honestly should return it, but... you know... you don't actually know who left it, it's not like they actually left their wallet or anything. You silently rationalize that you
really need the money, and if you explained it to them, they'd understand, as you quickly pocket the cash.
Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 4
Fortuna then rolls four 20 sided dice, and rolls a 15, a 20, a 13, and a 5
Fortuna finally rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 20
As you walk out of the Galaxy Burger,
"Home of the Galaxy Burger" You feel a slight tinge of illness set upon you... you hope's it not something serious because that would just be the
best way to proceed with this week.
You shake off these thoughts as you contemplate what to do, you didn't really get to do your usual activities the past two days, and you're really feeling like you need a good time, to re-cap:
-There's that club you really like, the one with no entry fee.
-There's the somewhat dangerous woods.
-And there's the Arcade.
As you're thinking of what you'll
hopefully be able to actually accomplish tonight, you're suddenly aware of Alex striding toward you at a somewhat alarming clip.
"Hi. I'd like to walk you home. Xv(X)" She says this in such a sharp, un-characteristically forthright way, you're just left completely flummoxed.