<> (I meant 'at a resturant or something') (Or walking.) <> <> (...you are so WEIRD.) (WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MAKING FUN THE DRUNKARD!) (Don't make me have the bird show up.) (...if nobody's doing anything, i'm going home. c.c) * Katherine is dressed to some number, since she's wearing a gold-looking halter and a red knee-high skirt, with a black beret top and boots. However, she's also wearing a pair of oval glasses and her hair isn't braided anymore, instead hanging straight down the sides of her head. (Sorry, desc was hard. Anyway.) * Katherine strolls! "So, what do ya think of Isis Boulevard, you two? Isn't it hilarious?" * Rochelle tags along. Really, she doesn't look like she terribly wants to be there, but she is anyway, because, meh. Why not. She's been put in a shimmery, translucent long-sleeved shirt with a darker one underneath, a black skirt, and boots. Her nails are painted a sparkly white. Hair is like always, expression like always. Looks like a street. * Rochelle pauses for a second, then adds, "With neon." * Threnody walks along, glancing around the city with a sort of glazed look. He's wearing a skintight black shirt with a white vest over it and white detached cuffs, as well as some very baggy cargos. The ends of his forelocks have round little ties with white and black yin-yang symbols on them. Why would it be hilarious? * Katherine shakes her head slightly. "It's just always been weird. Go to Isis' street, get drunk and pick up guys." She frowns. "No worse than Chako Styrina High School, I guess." <> * Rochelle glances around. "Yeah, I guess that's gotta be weird." (Hooray!) * Threnody looks forward dully. "Isis was also the Egyptian fertility goddess, you know," he says semi-reprovingly, though his heart's not really in it. * Katherine turns, her hat sliding slightly, and she adjusts it. "Really? Well, I doubt that's what anyone was thinking." She chuckles. "But somehow, I don't think drinking or picking up anyone is the order of the week." A slight sigh as she keeps walking. * Threnody shrugs, lacing his arms behind his head as he walks, looking as adorably jailbait-y as ever, but at least the conversation seems to be distraction from whatever's bugging him. "I wasn't in the market to get picked up anyway. The last time didn't work out so well." (Does Kat know about that, ICly? I don't think it's ever come up.) (Roch told her. It was funny.) * Rochelle actually snickers at that. * Katherine chuckles a little. "It was very... uh, counter-culture of you. Be glad you had your fairy drunkmother Roch watching." She seems amused by that. It was worth it. * Threnody has the decency to look indignant. "It was foolish of me to do, but I suspect no more if not less foolish than things *you've* done impulsively." * Katherine smirks a little. "Yeah, okay, you've got me there. That's part of the fun, though. Makes for fun stories." <> (Well, that answers that.) * Rochelle eyes them briefly. (Bananas. Okay.) (Um, we'll explain later.) * Katherine makes sure to walk a little more noticeably when they do that, but doesn't say anything but a muttered, "Bananas. Real imaginitive. They're sure not much smarter." * Rochelle shrugs in true Rochelle fashion. "So where are we going?" * Threnody looks Katward. "I admit to being curious, myself." * Katherine shrugs a little. "I wanted out of the damn hotel room, and away from the cameras waiting just outside. Whatever the hell Ronnie's been spinning, it's got everyone in a feeding frenzy." * Katherine grins, "So, either of you hungry, or should we find a ATC filled club? Or, hell, I could give you the damn tour. It's a young night." (You're not taking a tour. I'm exhausted.) Don't really care. * Katherine smirks, "You never care, Roch, which is why I dragged someone with an opinion along." * Rochelle looks blankly down the street for a moment, then points a few out. "Might want to try that one, that one, or that one, if we're goin' to a club." * Threnody mms faintly. "I could use something to eat, truth be told. I haven't had much since we got back." * Katherine mms, then says, "Well, hell, the original Prag's is around here. Kinda appropriate." She walks Pragsward and grins, "I know you're crushed that we aren't clubbing yet, Roch." Your idea. * Rochelle keeps tagging along. * Threnody frowns at the back of Kat's head, but doesn't say anything more. <> <> * Threnody blinks, tilting his head. "I've never been here. And I am suddenly struck at the appropriateness of the original Grille being on Isis Boulevard." * Katherine nods. "Yeah." She asks the silly person for a table. <> <> * Threnody stares at the menu with way more concentration than this warrants, and after a pitched internal battle, lamely finishes, "A bowl of chicken tortilla soup, please, with no sour cream." <> (Coincidentally, chicken tortilla soup? Is good stuff.) * Katherine frowns for a second, then says, "Grilled chicken with fries and a Jack and coke because I'm trying to stay mostly sober so far." <> * Threnody blinks. "...wouldn't the easiest way to stay mostly sober be not to drink alcohol?" * Katherine shakes her head and says with a smile. "I did say mostly sober, and that means a little not sober, Thren." * Rochelle would order, but she seems to have zoned out. Completely. (Yay, I'm pulling a Deme!) (You're going to make ME need alcohol. >_<) (This is like watching glaciers melt in slow mo. c.c) * Katherine pokes Roch. "Hey, you actually plan on eating?" (Hey, Rochelle got dragged along on this! :P) * Rochelle blinks, snapping out of it. "Oh." She looks down at her menu and picks something almost at random. "That, I guess." <> <> * Threnody tilts his head at Rochelle in curiosity. "Something on your mind?" * Katherine rolls her eyes, then seems to stop mid-starting-to-say-something. No, just... * Rochelle stops for a second, then shrugs and changes her answer. "Yeah." * Threnody blinks, bringing his head level again. After a brief pause, he ventures carefully, "...may I ask what?" * Katherine chuckles slightly. "Was just about to say. Roch with somethin' on her mind? Gotta share." (You're such a bitch. c.c) (Yeah, really. >.>) (Well, she's the one who plays vacant, not Kat. ^_~) (She might tell you stuff if you weren't such a bitch!) (Kat is set on fire by the Flaming Tower of Onion Rings.) * Rochelle shrugs. She taps her fingers on the table and looks at them. "I guess I don't like what might happen." * Threnody blinks again [98], then screws up his brow in consternation. "Unless you know something I don't, a Red Philly cheesesteak isn't likely to cause any damage more permanent than heartburn." Yay for Thren deciding what she ordered! * Katherine chuckles faintly. "I think she's wondering what old Vernon has planned that R. has conveniently forgot to tell us. " * Rochelle shrugs again. * Threnody sighs and looks down at the table, then takes the spoon out of his place set and starts balancing it on his hand. "How about we just have a decent, pleasant, armageddon-free dinner and try not to worry about it for now?" ("Can't we just have one meal where somebody doesn't bring up the apocalypse?" Thren sounds like a jewish mother.) (Or someone on Buffy.) (A Jewish mother on Buffy?) (Joyce isn't jewish.) Sure. (Willow is! Shaddap and play, entire civilizations have risen and fallen in the time it's taking us to get to plot. c.c) <> * Katherine chuckles. "I was going to try to avoid shop talk myself, although I did wanna know why all the secrecy with Edward." * Katherine drinks and eats. (There's plot? <_< >_>) * Rochelle shakes her head and goes about eating her cheesesteak, because Thren decided it's what she decided she ordered. * Threnody takes the bowl and sips a bit of the soup out of the bowl rather than using a spoon, with a fastidiousness that appears to defy physics. "Not enough pepper, but quite good." (Some part of me is really amused that of all the ATC2 chars, the one with a thing for spicy food is Thren.) * Katherine pauses, then adds, "So, what was the deal with the Edward thing? I'm guessing it had something to do with avoiding conflict and needing to be there like Hettie said, but you coulda at least told someone." (I'm not. >:O) * Threnody looks at Katherine over the rim of his bowl. "I *did* tell someone. Roy knew the whole time." (Rochelle School of Anything-Goes Blame Deflection!) (They never expect the truth. ^_^) * Katherine sighs slightly. "I meant me, not someone, but alright, fine. Just didn't think that I was trying to keep Ed out of it." (Thren is learning well.) (Uncontrollable itch on foot. @_@;) * Threnody sighs and has another sip of soup, then glances at Rochelle, saying nothing. (It's from the dogs!) (One fell asleep on me again today. ;_;) (You have FootPillow Itch!) (Eek!) * Rochelle doesn't look at Thren. Or Kat. She seems thoroughly invested in eating. <> * Rochelle notices that, but she doesn't blink or look surprised. * Katherine looks over at a few tables, then takes a drink before saying, "Well, whyever nobody told me, I'm glad he was there." * Threnody sees it out of the corner of his eye and winces a little. "There was a good reason. You'll just have to trust us." * Rochelle nods. * Katherine sighs, then gestures with a fry. "I guess I'll have to." A chuckle of faint amusement. "Jesus, a telepath and... Roch. Never had so much intel gathering in once place before, ever, and I still can't even know what's going on." * Threnody manages to hide most of a grimace at that behind his bowl of soup. * Katherine rubs her head, knocking off her hat which she immediatly puts back on. "Damn thing. I hate hats." <> * Rochelle snickers. "Could have put your hair up or something. One of those hive styles." * Katherine poiints at the hair hanging. "This hides my ears pretty well, unless I wanted to bun it up. The hat just makes me look half exotic, half silly." * Katherine frowns a little. "Also, me with straight hair's a bad idea." <> "Going incognito today, are we?" * Katherine says in a slow voice, "Do I look incognito with this top on?" * Rochelle looks at whoever it is behind Kat. "Your mother always said the best way to hide was to stick out, you know." * Threnody blinks a few times [98-n], putting down his bowl of soup and looking at Kat in confusion, though whether it's at the person she seems to know or the concept of her done up like Tracy Turnblad is anyone's guess. <> * Katherine mutters, then says, "Yeah, well, that one I always bought." She thumbs at Thren. "So does he, so I'm in good company." (Well, that explains why I didn't see it coming.) * Katherine says, "Prag, right? Are you going to hide back there forever? I don't have eyes tacked on the back of my head." * Threnody says, without thinking, "Not enough left over after the ears?" * Threnody *then* wears an expression that indicates quite clearly he is instantly regretting it. * Katherine gives Thren a glare, and is glad to see he's regretting it. * Rochelle doesn't say anything to that. <> "Yet, anyway. How _are_ you two? I haven't seen either of you in forever! And who's this?" * Rochelle gives the bot a kind of wave. Because... uh, why not. * Threnody smiles vacantly. Distraction! "It's been a roller-coaster lately, but things could always be worse." He waves a hand at Roch. "This is Rochelle. Rochelle, meet Pragmatic-9." * Katherine nods, and takes a drink now, because her food is pretty much gone. "Ditto on the roller coaster. She's a good friend of ours." Really? Cool. Hi. (Somehow, this is easier to take. If she asked for his autograph, I'd be freaked out.) (Yeeees.) (Ha.) (That's Ian.) (...lightning.) <> "Very pleased to meet you. Out for a night on the town, are you?" ("Actually, we're hitmen. We've come to kill you. Mrs. Fields the Fifteenth demanded it.") (*SNRK*) Something like that. Haven't been in town for a while and desperately in need of some down time. At least I am. "Aah, I see. Well, are you enjoying the meal? They're all my own recipes, of course." * Threnody nods agreement. "I'm just... really tired, and didn't want to cooped up in Ronnie's care." He hmms at the question and has a spoonful of soup (for once). "I really do like it, but it could be a little spicier. Maybe I have a biased palatte." "Really? I thought so, but the taste panel said blander... ah, the death of true cuisine is the taster panel, my dear Thren, and I sincerely mean that." * Rochelle chimes in with, "I like it." "At the very least, if ever you are here again, please don't hesitate to order it extra spicy, and my chefs will oblige you." * Threnody ehes embarrassedly. "I'll keep that in mind." So, how big is the Pragmatic Empire nowadays? (...yes, thank you for the loud noise, stomach, I will take care of you now instead of later.) (AFK.) "Well over twenty thousand franchises, including a few opening on Io this next month. Personally I think it's crazy, but the marketing people urged it, as we'll recieve all sorts of kickbacks for boosting tourism. At the very least, we'll save on needing a freezer." (i also have to Z soon. dying here.) Damn, that is a lot. "Have you tried the new appetizer? That's what I'm out here for, is soliciting opinions on it." Is that the onion rings thing? <> * Rochelle shakes her head. "Ah, a shame. It's certainly not my greatest work, but I think it has a sort of necessary flair for the bar side of the operation..." <> I can see the flair deal.. something up? "Nothing in particular. Just trying to keep ahead of the competition." (ARGH. Argh. ow.) (You okay?) (Sort of.) (Eee.) * Katherine smiles a little nervously. "Ah. Well, I guess that's part of the being successful thing." * Threnody sips his drink (ginger ale and cranberry juice, in fact) and smiles at Prag. "Perhaps you should sign up for... what was that show..." "Sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth, let me tell you." (Roch! Your area of expertise!) (I can't find the log Roch and Thren talked about it in. Damn.) (Ha!) (Show. Show! Do I have to make a CA roll to know the show? I'm confused.) (I don't know what show you're talking about. ^_^;) (Not unless it's really really obscure.) (We defined a name !I just can't rmemeber it.) (Remember what the general conversation was?) (Found it! */msgs*) (Woot!) * Rochelle blinks, looking at Prag, then Thren. "Platinum Chef: Full-Contact Cross-Cuisine Megablitz Neo Alpha X?" (Yeah, no way was I going to remember that.) * Katherine blinks at Roch, then at Thren, then Roch. "Have you been making him watch the net?" <> "Good heavens, no." * Threnody looks completely indignant. "I saw it on the flight to Mars for Sangria-Beltane," he says defensively, "and it was actually considerably more entertaining than the Space Mormon I was sitting next to." * Rochelle snickers. ... there aren't that many Space Mormons left. You're not a lucky guy, are you? * Threnody grumbles around a mouthful of his drink, "You don't know the half of it. You can't see into their HEADS." * Rochelle swallows her drink, somehow not choking on it. <> "Alas, I'm afraid I must get back to the rounds. It was wonderful seeing you both again, and meeting you, miss. Do stop by again. And I'm not merely saying that because I own the place." * Katherine smiles a little. "Yeah, we'll see, Prag. You're an OK bot." * Threnody nods and smiles. "A pleasure to see you now that I'm old enough to know who you are. I'll be sure to stop again someday." <> "And don't worry about the bill!" <> (I'm going to fall over. You guys can end this, right?) (Sure we can. ^_^;) * Rochelle waves. "Bye." (Aheh. ^^; Yes.) Well, I guess you can't beat a free lunch. *beat* Dinner. * Katherine blinks a few times. "Okay, he's better than an OK bot. He just got upgraded to awesome bot." (Awesomebot-X!) * Rochelle nods. "Yeah, free's good." * Katherine rubs her temples. "Free's better than good, it's free." She finishes her drink. "It's almost a shame we're pretty muchh done." * Threnody finishes his drink, then tilts his head at Kat. "You were acting a little oddly on the street. Is something wrong?" * Katherine shakes her head, and says, "Just... a few rough days, the near brush with TC, and now I'm in the second worst place in the world for me other than TC." She picks at a fry. "S'where I did a lot of my growing up." * Threnody ahhs faintly, looking down into the remains of ice in his glass. "I see." Doesn't look that bad. * Katherine chuckles. "It's not the town, it's the people. Or, rather, the person, and the fact that it's all ATC." She frowns a little. * Threnody also frowns. "I..." He pauses, then shakes his head. "Forget it." * Rochelle shrugs. She adds nothing, probably because she has nothing to add. * Rochelle finishes her meal, though! No, what? Might as well tell me. * Threnody shakes his head. "No, thank you. You'll say it's unwanted advice, or something of the sort, and we'll end up fighting." * Katherine rubs her head again. "Well, if ya say so." She leans back in her seat. "It's not like you can make my mood worse. I mean, I don't even feel like clubbing." * Threnody mmms faintly. "I didn't really feel like going out either, but..." He pauses. "Sitting and brooding over the future isn't going to accomplish anything, so I came anyway." * Katherine nods slightly. "Yeah, really." Small grin. "Besides. When someone figures out who I am, we'll all have a good time running away." * Rochelle rubs at her fingernail. The polish stays on! For now. * Threnody blinks. "What do you mean by that?" What, finding out who I am, or running away? 'Cause of the thing with R. * Threnody mmms and swirls his finger around the rim of his glass. "If she were really worried about that, she wouldn't have let us leave in the first place. It's probably not an issue." * Katherine blinks. "Are you kidding? This is ATC central, it's like the biggest news since the second Bug ressurgence. Did you see all the camera people outside the hotel? Or any off the numerous well faked pictures of Ronnie and me?" * Threnody nods. "I did. But... how do they know you're not just another one of the fakes?" * Katherine shivers. "Because when I went out last night late to pick up a bottle of vodka, it was like swimming through holoads once I left the store, except that the holoads were people." Why do you think I'm wearing this idiotic hat? * Threnody raises an eyebrow. "Just a hat is a fairly poor disguise." * Rochelle adds helpfully, "She's got glasses, too." * Katherine nods. "And the loose hair. And the fact that Ronnie never had a good picture of me wearing anything quite this nice." * Threnody sighs and continues to twirl his finger around the rim of his glass. "If you say so." Yeah, yeah. I know you could pick me out of a mass of people blindfolded, but it does make a difference. * Threnody frowns. "That's not what I meant." * Katherine frowns too, then smiles. "So, I think I'm getting my second wind. Whaddya say for actually hitting a club? Either that, or making Prag regret paying our bill with an open bar?" * Threnody mms and pushes his glass away. "Actually, for some reason I'm a little tired." (Because my player is bloody exhausted.) * Threnody smiles. "There's no reason the two of you can't enjoy yourselves, though." * Rochelle sighs a little and pushes her drink away. "Nah. Think I'll pass." * Threnody mmms and tilts his head. "You want me to walk you back?" * Rochelle shrugs. "If you want." She slides off her chair, standing. "I'm not gonna get hurt then." (...No entiendo.) (I'm not gonna get hurt then does sorta read oddly. ^_^;) (I'm playing Roch right now. Therefore, I don't care!) * Katherine nods a little at Roch's passing on fun, because that's what she does for a living, but doesn't seem to quite get the mixed tense, or whatever that is. * Threnody knits his brow at Rochelle in confusion. "...what?" * Rochelle clarifies: You don't have to walk me back. ...oh. But if you want, you can. I'm goin'. * Katherine chuckles. "Yeah, Ronnie's probably watching us all right now anyway." * Rochelle waves half-heartedly, since that's also what she does for a living. "Yup." And she heads off! To pick up guys- okay, maybe not. (If she did, Kat would buy her things!) (It'd sorta be a reward for bad behavior.) (How's that behavior bad, anyway?) (... well, it's 'bad', but it's good. Ssh.) * Threnody gives a little wave. "Be careful. We'll see you later." * Rochelle nods. And walks off, because she is Rochelle! * Katherine watches Roch walk off and even nods with Thren's nice statement. <>