[ here? Zero will cock her head, but agreeably turn to the right to scan for something bak-
... wait, isn't that the view to the left? uh. well, maybe she's just mixed up, it's not like she took that good a look out here. so Zero does a quick 360, scanning the area for anything that could be holding some kind of dessert(s).
anyways, after that, Zero will go to pick up the plate with the beef gyro and baked potato with the drink. she about faces to drop it off and- gets disoriented. this isn't right??? she's not Mikhail, okay! she doesn't get lost at the drop of a hat!
scowling, she aggressively stomps toward table D. she's, uh. bumping into various tables and chairs along the way as she makes her way over. there's water slopping out of the cup. the sandwich is getting unraveled from all the jostling. the potato is going to end up upside down when the plate gets dropped off. that is a sad, sad plate of food. ]
She's making new sauce for you, so just hang on.
[ because that will... definitely... solve everything wrong with everything. ]
Unfortunately, though, the customers don't care! Since Zero is in the dining room, she will spot Tables H, I and J packing up to leave. Similarly, Tables B and C will start packing up, while Table D aggressively frowns at her. For some reason, both girls will feel something stabbing into their chests — almost like someone is shoving an ice pick right into their heart. Luckily, Muzet will find everything she needs in the kitchen...? Hm.
[ dislike! but hey, she found leaves and. Baked stuff, cool. not cool is how she has to work at making sure it all gets onto the platters properly. same with the tiramisu.
and after some effort the sauce gets done too, that's cool. slams the plates down onto the counter except not really because that'd break them. ]
[ is what Zero barks at the departing customers, likely to no avail. ugh, this feeling is the worst. why couldn't she have found a nice, dangerous room with monsters or something she could kill?
gritting her teeth, she grabs the plates in both hands and carefully marches over to table C to drop off the baked whatevers. without a word, she then stomps towards table D to set the leaves and the "tears" down. there! happy???
as if anyone could be happy with this poor showing and attitude. ]
Alright, who's ne- augh!
[ and then on her way to the next tables, she turns the wrong way and trips over a chair. ow. wow. uh, is she oka- ]
What do you want to eat?
[ and then a Zero with a bloody nose pops up from the floor right in a customer's face. she looks ready to murder something. maybe herself. maybe the customer if they order a bunch of nonsense dishes again. ]
[The more Zero yells at them, the faster the shadowy figures hustle away. Even worse? Zero popping up with a bloody nose just causes the customer in front of her to shriek, except
The shadowy customers on that table start scrambling for the door, too.
But, hey. Look at the bright side! Only two tables left now.
Zero will hear them hesitantly whisper the following orders:
TABLE F: - Hummus and Chips (appetizer) - Lamb Gyros, with Fruit Punch, Curly Fries and Fancy Sauce - Beef Gyros, with bottled water, french fries and ketchup
TABLE G: - Lamb Salad, with bottled water - Chicken Gyros, with Diet Soda and Curly Fries
[ okay that screeching is terrible and she'd yell at zero to stop making it worse except she's pretty sure that will make it worse too!! sure is going great out here!
just watch her flip through this instruction and recipe guide to sear it all into her memory to be completely ready once zero brings her the orders. nyoom. except it's very hard to flip pages when your hands are slippery, but she's doing her best. ]
Intoner screeching is... probably worse. possibly. maybe. so Zero grits her teeth, gets the orders jotted down in her Celestial chicken scratch and... you know what? there's only two tables left. she needs something to come out of this freaking nightmare.
so she'll walk back to the kitchen, stumbling and bumping into chairs and the counter as she goes, and carefully repeats to Muzet: ]
F wants chips and... huh-mess? Hoomus? Chips and something. They also want a lamb sandwich with... curled fries? And more of that stupid fancy sauce. And a beef sandwich with franch fries and... cats-up?
[ honestly i'm just trying to think of as many ways to mispronounce a verbal order that she's trying really hard on ]
G wants lamb on greens, and a chicken sandwich with curled fries. I'll handle the drinks for everyone.
[ with her disorientation?????? but... okay. there's a soda fountain basically, there's labels, she can figure this out!
she almost gets stumped on the fruit punch until she sees a cheerful label with "Hi, si! Fruit Punch". but she gets a cup of that. carefully turns around and holy shit was there always a refrigerator in here? with... water in jars???
...... Zero will grab one of those because even if she drops it, it'll be fine. and those two drinks get carefully, carefully taken over to table F.
she only slops a little fruit punch over her hand. ]
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... wait, isn't that the view to the left? uh. well, maybe she's just mixed up, it's not like she took that good a look out here. so Zero does a quick 360, scanning the area for anything that could be holding some kind of dessert(s).
anyways, after that, Zero will go to pick up the plate with the beef gyro and baked potato with the drink. she about faces to drop it off and- gets disoriented. this isn't right??? she's not Mikhail, okay! she doesn't get lost at the drop of a hat!
scowling, she aggressively stomps toward table D. she's, uh. bumping into various tables and chairs along the way as she makes her way over. there's water slopping out of the cup. the sandwich is getting unraveled from all the jostling. the potato is going to end up upside down when the plate gets dropped off. that is a sad, sad plate of food. ]
She's making new sauce for you, so just hang on.
[ because that will... definitely... solve everything wrong with everything. ]
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Unfortunately, though, the customers don't care! Since Zero is in the dining room, she will spot Tables H, I and J packing up to leave. Similarly, Tables B and C will start packing up, while Table D aggressively frowns at her. For some reason, both girls will feel something stabbing into their chests — almost like someone is shoving an ice pick right into their heart. Luckily, Muzet will find everything she needs in the kitchen...? Hm.
They might want to, uh, speed things up.]
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and after some effort the sauce gets done too, that's cool. slams the plates down onto the counter except not really because that'd break them. ]
--There, get them where they need to go!
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[ is what Zero barks at the departing customers, likely to no avail. ugh, this feeling is the worst. why couldn't she have found a nice, dangerous room with monsters or something she could kill?
gritting her teeth, she grabs the plates in both hands and carefully marches over to table C to drop off the baked whatevers. without a word, she then stomps towards table D to set the leaves and the "tears" down. there! happy???
as if anyone could be happy with this poor showing and attitude. ]
Alright, who's ne- augh!
[ and then on her way to the next tables, she turns the wrong way and trips over a chair. ow. wow. uh, is she oka- ]
What do you want to eat?
[ and then a Zero with a bloody nose pops up from the floor right in a customer's face. she looks ready to murder something. maybe herself. maybe the customer if they order a bunch of nonsense dishes again. ]
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it kind of sounds]
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[... like nails against a chalkboard, yeah.
The shadowy customers on that table start scrambling for the door, too.
But, hey. Look at the bright side! Only two tables left now.
Zero will hear them hesitantly whisper the following orders:
TABLE F:
- Hummus and Chips (appetizer)
- Lamb Gyros, with Fruit Punch, Curly Fries and Fancy Sauce
- Beef Gyros, with bottled water, french fries and ketchup
TABLE G:
- Lamb Salad, with bottled water
- Chicken Gyros, with Diet Soda and Curly Fries
Good luck, girls...?]
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just watch her flip through this instruction and recipe guide to sear it all into her memory to be completely ready once zero brings her the orders. nyoom. except it's very hard to flip pages when your hands are slippery, but she's doing her best. ]
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Intoner screeching is... probably worse. possibly. maybe. so Zero grits her teeth, gets the orders jotted down in her Celestial chicken scratch and... you know what? there's only two tables left. she needs something to come out of this freaking nightmare.
so she'll walk back to the kitchen, stumbling and bumping into chairs and the counter as she goes, and carefully repeats to Muzet: ]
F wants chips and... huh-mess? Hoomus? Chips and something. They also want a lamb sandwich with... curled fries? And more of that stupid fancy sauce. And a beef sandwich with franch fries and... cats-up?
[ honestly i'm just trying to think of as many ways to mispronounce a verbal order that she's trying really hard on ]
G wants lamb on greens, and a chicken sandwich with curled fries. I'll handle the drinks for everyone.
[ with her disorientation?????? but... okay. there's a soda fountain basically, there's labels, she can figure this out!
she almost gets stumped on the fruit punch until she sees a cheerful label with "Hi, si! Fruit Punch". but she gets a cup of that. carefully turns around and holy shit was there always a refrigerator in here? with... water in jars???
...... Zero will grab one of those because even if she drops it, it'll be fine. and those two drinks get carefully, carefully taken over to table F.
she only slops a little fruit punch over her hand. ]