Post by Jishu Hofferson on Aug 29, 2017 2:14:56 GMT
Jishu listened as they spoke, telling her what they wanted to drink. Writing it down, she'd ask for the coffee type and preference before heading back to the place to give the orders to, passing the slip and waiting for it to be given. She'd try to balance the tray, eventually carrying it with both hands.
Navigating her way to the table, she'd set down the drinks and ask if they were ready to order since it had been a while.
"He, he, he!" Denim giggled quickly covering her mouth with her hand, "I'll explain everything!"
Denim then went on to speak with Alaistair's mind with her telepathy. She started by stating: The experimenting was supposed to be a joke but the way Zyajin acts I wouldn't put it past him. The girl Iris he spoke of is a scientist and he doesn't want me hurting her. Also I really don't know what this Xylo fool is up to but if he's involved with the SSE I better shut my trap on that and anything involving you in the new girl'presence.
She'd pause for moment, look at her putting down some drinks for some of the patrons, and then reach for Alaistair's shoulder. "I'm here Alaistair not because I want to train but because I am out here checking on you. I'll be heading out to train again though to attain a higher form of power. You won't believe it but when I tried transforming earlier into my bulky form I overdid it and put on a ton more muscle then usual and reached an astounding 7 feet tall."
She'd then blush and pull her arm away realizing that was the kind of thing a man like Alaistair didn't want to hear. Any man who looked at a woman that tall likely thought they were a freak until they got to know them. That's what Denim thought but she felt deep in her heart that being really, really tall was how she was supposed to look. She was already 5'6" as it stood right now. What was the harm of getting taller then her notable Ro'Shi form.
"If I come back looking different Al don't be alarmed instead reward me with something more then a date. I've been on like 3 so far and I'm bored of them. I'm a bit bored so maybe if I can come back and prove I'm really strong you can do something like give me a ring. I'm working hard for you know." Denim told him but she really wasn't sure if she was not. A lot her actions had been for herself recently.
"Oh wow," the mother spoke up, "That was really quick!"
They each took their drink and were sipping away at their drinks while scrolling through the pages. It was feeling a bit pressing for them to get their food right now, only having been thirty seconds! The father looked over at Jishu and asked, "Could we get 4 plates of steamed vegetables for the start? Broccoli, cabbage, carrot, and onion for the vegetables!"
"Dad, I want to get sweet potato fries with teriyaki sauce all over," said the son to his father!
He nodded to him and looked at Jishu, asking for that to be added on too! They'd be needing more time to choose out their courses of food.
Meanwhile, Alaistair was listening to Denim's story about what Zyajin mentioned in the Casino, telepathically. She then went on to speak about how she was going to be undergoing some odd transformation when she'd go out to train, stating her belief that she'd become a larger, muscular giant! She then went on to ask about a ring being given to her, but only if she proved to be stronger. Alaistair nodded to that, although he was paying attention to Jishu. When she came over to get the drinks, she immediately got them all herself!
"Give me a moment, Denim," Alaistair stated to her with a smile, turning to Jishu to ask her about what they wanted, "Jishu, what sort of drinks do the-"
Alaistair heard the surprise from the mother, looking over at Jishu with surprise. He looked over at the coffee machine, thinking, "She made a new batch already..?"
Alaistair cleared his throat, and turned back to Denim. He was going to stop Jishu before she wandered into the kitchen, just to make sure she didn't get 'murdered,' by Head Chef Eres! He went on to state to her, "I can most certainly get those things made into existence, if you'd like! On to other things, though. Tell me, how're the Silks doing? I sense the older one's gone off on her own now."
(Jishu Hofferson here ya go! Before you go into the kitchen, Al's gonna stop you to give you some information! However, do hang out a bit more, so that there's more going on for ya!)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 4, 2017 20:08:05 GMT
Jishu wrote down what they wanted, hearing one ask their father for an add-on, which she also wrote down and nodded before heading towards Alaistair and passing him the slip and sighing. "Do I have to be so polite? I just want to go find my creators for now. Being so sweet is a pain in my ass." She muttered, speaking again. "They're doing fine."
Denim watched as the orders between Jishu and Alaistair unfolded. It seemed the robot was being too efficient for Alaistair's restaurant by handing out coffee and taking orders faster then the usual, normal being. The girl stating her reasoning being that she wished to find her creators and get this job over with. That's what Denim heard before focusing on a slip she passed him. She figured it was for the orders she was getting so Denim simply stepped back and thought on Alaistair's words as he looked it over.
He's agreeing to... marrying me? Denim thought to herself thinking on whether she had really just asked him possibly for marriage. She then overheard him speak of his daughter and that fake quickly snapping to attention and focusing her blue-green eyes deeply on his face. "I... I let the older Silk's contract lapse and allowed her to return to the future. Really I should say I fired her though because I couldn't keep putting up with her lies."
Denim stomped her foot down hard on being reminded of the useful looking but rather dumb minion who likely wasn't even from the future and just playing a role for her parents. Why pretending to be a daughter from her own future? Well, maybe they were concerned Denim couldn't raise her own child. She'd not let Silk out of the house much and mostly fed her, bathed her, and comforted far from public eye. She'd send these thoughts to Alaistair's mind so she didn't have to take an enraged tone with him letting him clearly see her mood with his own thoughts.
Denim then retreated back into her mind and remembered yelling greatly at her parents when returning to Earth, putting on a ton more pregnancy weight then usual (because Denim later found out on her own past Silk was a big baby), and finally remembered the lack luster moment where she gave birth to Silk in a battle recovery chamber by. Her parenting was terrible and for that reason she didn't want to speak about it. Perhaps, she realized too, she'd let Future Silk rampage because she felt she was a threat to her life subconsciously. The young woman had come out of nowhere, asserted herself as her own future daughter, and tried to build a daughter-mother relationship that didn't work.
Denim though turned her nose up at these personal final thoughts and eyed Jishu who was standing near her, "I won't waste much time here anymore I hope but I'd like you to get me some food too girl. Would you mind getting me a giant ham sandwich with onions, lettuce, and pepper jack cheese on two slices of whole grain wheat bread? I'm about to do some training in the far off mountains soon and I need a lot of food if I'm to survive up there for a few hours."
Jishu came by, muttering irritably about having to be nice to the customers, and just wanting to take off to search for their creators. Alaistair straightly told her, "You have a couple hours of this, so search after then. Right now, you're on my time, and since you'll be meeting Eres when she's working, do yourself a favor and keep the information short and quick! She is much easier to piss off and considering she is in an area with plenty at her disposal, you'd be wise to not piss them off... Her kitchen, her rules. That is how things run in there!"
Jishu handed him the slip, but Alaistair didn't take it, telling her while pushing it back, "Your job. Not mine! You also got 3 other table to cater to. Hand this in to one of the guys in the kitchen."
While telling Jishu this, Denim went to explain what happened with the future Silk, which she explained was actually just some person put up to impersonate her daughter by her parents. Alaistair didn't look towards her, as he was physically occupied with Jishu at the moment. However, he replied telepathically to her, "Honestly speaking: kudos to your parents for being overly concerned about you and your daughter. However, based on what you said, sounds like you're not able to have a moment of peace outside of this place!"
Jishu was then the target of Denim's attention, whom she addressed a bit harshly and asked her for a more specific sandwich. Alaistair looked ovef at Denim, but then back to Jishu and told her, "I'll take care of her order. Head to the other tables not being taken right now and take their orders, please! Also, again, drop their orders off in the kitchen. Keep track of the orders, so that they don't get a free meal."
Alaistair would take out a paper and pen out from slot under the counter, writing down Denim's order. He peered up to the woman and asked, "Anything else to go with that?"
(Jishu Hofferson feel free to diversify the customers at these other tables! Also, Denim likes to make large leaps of conclusions, doesn't she? Lol)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!
Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 4, 2017 23:38:35 GMT
Jishu sighed as the big boss addressed her, warning her about Eres and telling her how things ran in there. It wasn't too long after the slip was pushed back that she was addressed sharply, making her reach for her pen and paper on her belt before trotting quickly to the kitchen, passing the first slip on and promptly heading to the second table, trying to be polite.
"Welcome to the Cherry Valley Loft, I'm Jishu your waitress and may I start you off with a drink?" The second table was a Saiyan couple, and she inwardly cringed at the fact because Saiyans always ate a lot; she knew that much mainly because she had a Saiyan's appetite once in a blue moon to refuel with food; otherwise she neither ate nor drank a thing.
Denim stepped up to the counter as Alaistair made himself available to take her order instead of Jishu. She'd place both hands on it and lean forward letting a little bit of her cleavage hang down as she held herself up using the flat surface and her palms. She smirked at him and announced softly to him in an semi-harsh manner with an annoying use of third person speech, "Denim would surely like something more then a sandwich but what Denim wants beyond food is for you to understand her situation. Denim doesn't know if that other Silk (who is not her daughter) is really a person her own parents sent to her or not, but either way she was a problem. Denim wants you to also understand these feelings she had with her and know that talking of her is a no-no from now on if you're smart."
Denim then wagged her finger at him and continued, "Finally, Denim would also like you to know that before she goes off to increase her power exponentially that she really doesn't get any peace and quiet as she goes to others or they find her. Therefore, she expects you to keep a place open around here when she gets back so she can get that. If not, well, she will decide to go straight to her beach house."
Her hands would then lift off the table and like a cat she'd curl all her fingers slowly in both her hands. "She hopes you understand Al that Denim is easy to please if you give her the right answers."
Alaistair ended up blinking while looking Denim in the eyes as she leaned over the counter and started to speak in a third person! He was raising an eyebrow and partly frowning as she went on, giving a whole allusion to something that was private. Alaistair pointed out, "Well, Denim knows that I keep this place open quite often and she's always welcome to stay here to get some peace and quiet, but right now should be sitting more like a normal person because this is unlike her to be the way she is..! I'll also toss in a personal margarita pizza pie, since you're obviously hungry."[/color]
Denim finally sat down, trying to get this message across. To it, he simply stated, "Do-ly noted. Anything else?"
"On a scale of 1 to 10 for this outburst, I'm putting this at an immediate 6, Denim," Alaistair messaged her, while writing the order and taking it to the back for the chefs to work on, before coming back out through the silver door, "At any point, right now, I have Zyajin in the casino, trying to learn how to play poker at the level 1 floor. I'm intending him to work here, so that I can keep an eye on him and see if I can get him to do some work."
Before the outburst, over by Jishu, the Saiyan couple had been bouncing between the entrees and the sandwiches, looking like they were visualizing and eating the entire meals! The woman perked up first, who immediately asked, "Hey, so we're trying to watch our funds, and we're trying to get a big tasty meal in. Do you know how big this... 'Chi-ken Su-va-ki' sandwich is?"
On the menu, which she turned towards Jishu and pointed at, noted that this was served on an 8 inch Pita with lightly glazed hummus and tzatziki/cucumber sauce, stacked high with green and red bell peppers, onions, tomato, lettuce and a half pound of chicken breast diced and grilled with white garlic sauce, with a side of either fries, a salad, or home fries for ten zeni more. It was apparent that she wasn't very familiar with the measurements being used in the menu.
"I think that's about this big, Nala," the guy spoke up, holding up his hands to roughly 8 inches.
Nala looked back to Jishu, pointing at the gap between his hands which he then showed to her and asked, "Is that how big 8 inches is?"
Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 5, 2017 3:35:34 GMT
Jishu watched them bounce between meals and entrees like hot sauce, visualizing the entire thing and cringed inwardly even harder. Her eyes held no trave of it, nor her sickly false smile and attention. She analyzed the gap, shaking her head and putting her pen and paper down and stretching her hands to match 8 inches. "The gap between his hand is roughly five point seven inches long. This is how long it is."
Picking up her pen and paper again, she readied herself to take the order. "Do you both want something to drink while you decide, or have you decided already?" Dear Kami help me. Two Saiyans, one looks like she's eating for more than one.. I pity the kitchens who have to deal with whatever they order.
Denim did indeed sit down properly and stated after she did, "I-I don't think my behavior here is abnormal. My latest power up I've been trying to tell you about... It doesn't only seem to make me bigger but when I accidentally used whatever this was instead of my normal muscled form against Zyajin I ended up far more aggressive I feel."
Denim paused taking in these implications of herself before stating, "I thank you for the extra food after training but perhaps what occurred during the little bit I did indicates I'm not really all that good but evil instead." She raised her right hand uncurling all her fingers and began to count off her evil deeds.
"I've pushed people away from me, tried to kill some people on a planet to take over it, tried killing people anyway for bad reasons, and just been really mean to a lot of people overall. I'm glad I'm getting a pizza pie on top of my sandwich but about the only good thing I've done is give birth to a child that I'm not even really raising well."
Denim sighed and folded her hands together looking over at a group of Saiyans who were still yapping about getting a pita bread sandwich. They seemed content and happy. Far different then any sort of couple Denim had tried to make for herself between her and a significant other. She wasn't mentally trained to take in good thoughts well and use them. Denim was on the slow road to a villainess.
Alaistair shook his head, pulling up a wine glass and poured in a simple chardonnay into the bulbous glass below the halfway mark and finally put it on a coaster in front of her. He told her, his tone soft and quiet, "That isn't good or evil stuff. That's you not being in a good mood AND letting yourself think too hard on something! 'Oh no, I acted irritably in a 3rd person speaking habit of mine! I'm evil'!"
He scoffed with a breathy and very brief laugh at this statement. He then stated, "Don't take it as an insult. Take it as me telling you that you just need to work on being social again! If you're having difficulty taking care of Silk, or need a break, then you should remember that you're on Earth: A planet busting out at the sides with social individuals and caretakers you can call upon for babysitting while you go out and have some fun, whether on your own, with me, with friends you have, or friends you're about to make... And that is a mouthful!"
Back over at the table that she was looking at, Nala and her boyfriend were being shown how large 8 inches was, the boyfriend being shown 8 inches was larger than what his hands were showing! Nala and he both grinned, Nala stating for them both of them, "Can we get two Ji-ro sandwiches with everything on it, extra meat? With a side of these, 'fries,' that come with it."
"And can we also get water, too," the boyfriend asked Jishu?
Back at the other table, should Jishu see the father in the family unit, he'd be waving over at her, to show that they were ready to order!
Post by Jishu Hofferson on Sept 6, 2017 19:28:24 GMT
Jishu looked at her served table, who asked for two Ji-ro sandwiches with extra meat and a side of fries with some water to drink. Writing down their order quickly, she passed the slip to the kitchen and brought back their waters, heading to the first table.
"What are you having to eat?" She asked, still portraying a kind waitress while internally she grumbled to herself inaudibly. Once they told her, she'd head back to the kitchens with their order and wait for the second table's orders. Once given the second order, she'd take it to the Saiyan couple and then go to the third table, two ogres.
"Hmph, you don't understand Alaistair though," Denim stated picking up the wine glass and sipping the chardonnay inside it. "I... I've ripped someone's eye out, attacked a planet, etc. That's not normal I'm telling you it's not. I'm not right in the head and thus it's why I think I am evil through and through."
"It's nice you want me to go hang out with people and/or get some help raising my kid but I'm telling you I don't deserve as much of that as you think. I've been to Hell and back damn it." She'd then slam her empty hand on the table causing the floor beneath the entire counter to vibrate. She'd let out a little more strength then she intended with that but calmed down quickly before adding, "Perhaps I'll take you up on your words Alaistair but only after I attain a little bit more power. Then I'll be satiated for a while. If I come back fulfill desired requests and I'll definitely do anything you ask of me. By the way the ring is me telling you I want to possibly marry you so don't screw that up."
With all this explained she sipped her wine more, pulled out some zeni from the folds of her dress with her other hand, and placed it on the table. It was time to go unless Alaistair wished to hurry up with that food she requested and then talk some more. She could go for a bit more of that if it was all good stuff. He was definitely better to be around then the 'Future' or rather 'Fake' seeming Silk she'd met and some of the other people encountered as well in her travels. Some were quite nice but none could top Alaistair right now to her.
She looked back over to the android doing waitress duties and wondered how Jishu didn't just up and walk right out of the place. If the woman didn't want to work here like she thought she'd heard earlier she was more then capable enough to do so. After all, Saiyans the ogres she appeared to be having to deal with weren't likely the easiest customers in the world. They tended to eat a lot. At least Saiyans did from what she heard. She'd never seen ogres eat before in spite of having briefly bossed around three female ogres she'd dragged back from Hell with her.
Last Edit: Sept 6, 2017 22:19:28 GMT by misfortune
"And I've fought in wars, been killed in them, too," Alaistair retorted in a whisper, "Those concepts are very contrive. It's how you cope with them, and right now, you're not doing so hot."
Denim seemed intent to be a downer, explaining how she went to hell to a guy whom met her in hell! She then went on to slam her hand on the table with the glass in hand, shaking the counter. Alaistair immediately pointed at her, but she started to speak about marriage once more, explaining the ring thing! He spoke irritably, "I figured you were referring to that, but hadn't we talked about you damaging this place?"
She put some cash on the table, plenty to fulfill the bill for her meal which had come out only seconds after by Eres, the female Chef of Alaistair's! She didn't give Denim much of a look, but she did state before walking back into the kitchen, "Here ya are, ma'am. Enjoy the meal!"
Alaistair gestured at the food, while taking the cash and telling her, "First and foremost, to relax, you gotta focus on the here and now. Have a goal in mind, but don't be focused on what's going to be, as you and I both know pretty well: It turns out not to be close to what we're intending. On top of this, reflecting on all the wrongs, you've been speaking about, and speaking of them isn't how you get to enjoy a good meal, like what Eres just made for ya."
Meanwhile, Jishu dropped the slip over to the kitchen, who quickly got to making the the easily made sandwich before getting over to the man, who greeted her with a smile, despite her unintentionally rude way of addressing them. He stated, "Alright, so to start, the boy here would like to get himself a burger, cooked medium rare, with grilled pineapple and teriyaki sauce..."
"And with Pepper Jack cheese," the teenager spoke up with a grin!
The father then looked over to the daughter, before looking back and gesturing, "She's going to work with the falafel platter with garlic sauce and a salad... With extra pita bread on the side?"
The girl nodded over to her father.
"And lastly, my wife and I are going to be having fettuccine Alfredo with the diced lobster," he stated last, just as the waiters in the kitchen started to bring out the four salads, as well as the french fries that were glistening with the teriyaki sauce spread evenly all over the fries! Even the fries at the bottom had the sauce on it. With a smile, the man told Jishu, "And that will be everything. Could we also get the bill for all of this? We'll be heading out soon after our meals!"
(Jishu Hofferson, your go! I'll let you come up with the price for all of this.)
I will return... And when I do, Life will prosper in the universe... UNDER MY IRON FIST!