7th Broken Illusion

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Action : Neutron Diner : Late afternoon ]
[ Guess who's now on staff in the kitchen at the diner downtown?

If your answer was: "That boy who could probably start a grease fire by looking at the cooker the wrong way", you're halfway there!

It's not that Touma can't cook, or doesn't like to. He's had to do it while he lived on his own back home, and he does a fair bit of it around the house (when his "mother" lets him). No, he's pretty content (and by content I mean listless) as he works at filling orders and setting them up for others to take to the tables.

But things just happen around him. It's kind of like that clause in insurance policies that mention "act of God" or "force of nature". Except these kinds of acts of misfortune are not the sort he can do anything about, even if he does have his abilities back. ]

[ Right now the kitchen has been temporarily evacuated as the Mayfield Fire Department handles a bit of a mess in there and he is standing outside away from the drone crew, work uniform and apron on and looking just a bit scorched.

Looking at the building with despair, he sighs quietly to himself and hunches his shoulders. ] This is just my luck...

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[ Phone : Drone Filter : Evening ]
Anyone ever switch jobs? I literally woke up with one, and I'm not cut out for it at all.


((OOC: Open to action at the diner or 840 Hastings if you want to talk to Touma. If your character is part of the fire department, feel free to involve them more directly in the first scene!))

Comments

[frothymilk]

Well, nothing is happening now. Why not take advantage of the moments of peace? It seems silly to wait.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

Peace? Everyone is missing three days of time. I think that's kind of a big deal. What if they did something to us while we were in some kind of a coma? It's worth waiting to see if they're going to follow that up with something. I wouldn't put it past this place.

[frothymilk]

I'm not. I am missing my correct body, however, I do not think sitting and waiting for it to be returned to me is going to be as effective as searching for a solution myself. Similarly, I do not think that waiting for answers or an attack is as effective as investigating personal and arranging a counter attack. This place is far too complacent.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Hold the phone there, new guy. ]

...you're missing what?

[frothymilk]

[siiiiiiigh]

My correct body. I am currently human. I was not hatched this way. I am a troll, from Alternia.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ There is nothing but a long, long silence for a while. ] Uh.

Sorry to hear it? [ Crap. How is he supposed to react to that? Touma doesn't know if such a thing is possible back home beyond the gut feeling that such things shouldn't be real.

...except magic and alchemy and mass cloning and all sorts of things that Should Not Be are apparently real, and worst of all, they happen around him with some regularity. Who's to say aliens aren't real?

....or lunatics. The guy could just have a few screws loose. "Hatched"? Yikes. ]

[frothymilk]

[Alien insects to be exact.]

Hmph. Your expressed sympathies are appreciated. You would be the first, though I doubt the sincerity behind your words.

[He hears that disbelief, don't think he doesn't]

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ Not gonna confirm or deny that. ]

Just gotta hope you get that back first instead of clothes or books or something lame like that. It'll be random, though.

[frothymilk]

........

[Equius: sob ]

[NO. You are far too stoic for that! You growl in frustration instead]

I hate this place.

[punch_illusions_get_harem]

[ A sigh. ] Welcome to the club.