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Post by eez on Nov 3, 2009 19:12:45 GMT -5
There was an automated ring and a swing of a swiveling door as two figures--one slender and slim and one thick and robust--made their way into the diner. They were both wearing standard 0G suits and they both promptly took off their helmets with hisses of cold, sterile air.
"Well! We're here!" Smoltz said, shaking his head to loosen up his white hair in one graceful swing. "Cosmo's Cosmic Diner!"
The alien politely waited to be seated and wondered how Red would take the environment that was taken as something normal to Smoltz.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 3, 2009 19:58:43 GMT -5
"Welcome to Cosmo's Comic Diner!" A multi-limbed female alien skipped forwards with a cheery smile gracing her feline features. "If you're looking for seats, there's a free table over there." She indicated a vacant table in the far-left corner with one of her left arms while the other balanced a tray. "I'll be right over to take your orders." And with that, she skipped off.
Hellboy gingerly settled into the small plastic seat that groaned beneath his weight. He placed his helmet on the table before him with a grunt. This spacesuit was far too cumbersome for him to move in. But logically thinking about it, he'd have to wear one all the time if he were to perform his tasks for Zurg. He wondered if he could get a custom suit... maybe he'd go for black, to hide all that red skin of his...
"So, um... where's the menu?" His stomach rumbled hungrily.
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Post by eez on Nov 4, 2009 10:58:15 GMT -5
Smoltz did the exact same thing and easily slid into the red, vinyl seats with a content expression.
"Don't worry, the waitress will be coming with them shortly." He informed, looking around to see if anyone had noticed him in the toroidal diner.
So far so good. His cover wasn't blown...
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 4, 2009 16:23:46 GMT -5
"Hi, sorry to keep you waiting!" the multi-limbed feline alien scurried back into view with two menus clutched in one hand each and a datapad in one other. "Just take a look at these and I'll be right back to take your orders!" And with that, she skipped away again.
Hellboy sighed and drew the menu towards him. The alien text was still foreign to him, but he could pick out some letters and the gist of what it said this time... more or less. He wouldn't pretend he understood what a... delrubian tridip club with bacon and cheese was... delrubian tripid? What? Maybe he'd just go for the satellite sandwich... but he was hungry...
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Post by eez on Nov 5, 2009 13:09:27 GMT -5
"Ah, Sally. She's Cosmo's number one waitress and it shows!"
Smoltz took his menu respectively and decided to briefly skim it before he found what he was looking for: the sandwiches.
"Oh, the satellite sandwich!" The alien drooled, slamming his menu down with a wide grin. "Let me tell you something, agent, that sandwich is the most delectable sandwich in all the galaxy and it even comes with au jus and a kid's toy!"
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 5, 2009 14:37:46 GMT -5
Hellboy liked the sound of that. His tail curled against his leg, having nowhere else to go; the way it was bunched up against his thigh inside his pants-leg was irritating to say the least. Stupid spacesuits.
"Sure, I'll go with that, too. Hope they come in extra large. I'm starving."
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Post by eez on Nov 6, 2009 11:15:50 GMT -5
"Agreed!"
It wasn't long for the two boys to wait and the feline waitress soon walked over to them briskly; her heels clicking against the ground all the while.
"Hi, my name is Sally and I'll be your waitress for this morning!" Sally smiled with those glossy lips of hers as she took out a notepad and pen while her other two hands were at her side. "Now what can I get you two, hungry gentlemen today?" She asked perkily.
"Yes, hi, I'll take your satellite sandwich combo; oh! Light on the Vulturian mayonnaise, if you don't mind." Smoltz ordered, setting the menu at the front of the table. "Gotta watch my weight!"
"Smart man." Sally winked, taking the menu with her free hands as she turned to face...face...
"Well! Can't say I've seen you around these parts before, handsome stranger!" The woman politely chuckled, making easy talk. "Is this your first time down at Cosmo's? Know what you what to order already?" She grinned as she patiently waited for the strange man's reply.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 6, 2009 13:36:04 GMT -5
Hellboy blinked, slightly taken aback at just how open and friendly the waitress was. He found himself smiling back eagerly. "Just call me Red, ma'am." He could get used to this, girls actually flirting with him. Never happened back home, that was for sure!
"I hope to become a regular if the fare meets my expectations," he continued smoothly. Darn spacesuit was too baggy and made him look like an overgrown cockatoo. "So... I'll be taking the satellite sandwich too, but jumbo-sized, and with spices if you've got any."
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Post by eez on Nov 6, 2009 16:34:54 GMT -5
"All right, two satellite sandwiches--one jumbo size and spiced for the big guy. Will those be combos?" Sally asked, halting in her scribbling.
"Hmmm, sure why not? Make it a medium for me please." Smoltz nodded, figuring he owed himself this much to splurge and eat something decent for once.
"Okey-doke, one medium and for you, Red?" The waitress asked with a sincere smile.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 6, 2009 17:47:20 GMT -5
"Jumbo just like the sandwich. It's been a while since I had a decent meal." As if to emphasize the fact, his stomach suddenly grumbled loudly.
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Post by eez on Nov 6, 2009 17:55:56 GMT -5
"Aaaaaand one jumbo-sized satellite sandwich! All right, boys, I'll be back in a few~!" Sally picked up the last menu and left with a dainty little spin, but not before giving Red a sly wink as she sprinted off to fulfill the rest of her duties.
When the distance was safe for chatter, Smoltz coughed into his hands and lounged back comfortably.
"Well, I see she likes you already, agent." He smirked, both mouths wide and beaming. "Guess you're a real hit with the galaxy after all, despite who you work for."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 6, 2009 18:17:24 GMT -5
Hellboy grinned back and gave a lazy wave with white-gloved fingers. "She's a sight for sore eyes," he said appraisingly, watching her skip away.
He turned back to Smoltz with an arched brow. "Am I gonna be blaring it for the entire galaxy or what?"
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Post by eez on Nov 6, 2009 18:19:41 GMT -5
"Oh don't worry. Zurg will do all the "blaring" for you; you watch." Smoltz chuckled, tapping the table playfully with a few pats of his hands in a simple rhythm. "You can make sure of that."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 6, 2009 18:25:20 GMT -5
"Oh, boy."
He recalled how Manning just loved showing him off to people. The BPRD's top agent couldn't afford to go on simple errands! No, he was for the big stuff! Smaller errands were for small-fry agents! Sheesh. He hoped Zurg wouldn't flaunt him like some trophy. But he didn't seem like that kind of a guy... unless Hellboy proved himself to be good enough for him? That was a scary thought.
"I don't want my face plastered all over the cosmos..."
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Post by eez on Nov 6, 2009 19:08:37 GMT -5
"Oh?" Smoltz said, wishing he could have some water to sip. It had been some time since he had some nice fresh water.
"Not the type who likes his fame and glory, I take it?" Well that was a refreshing breather. The alien fixed his posture and leaned forward a bit with his elbows upon the table. "Don't worry, your glorious employer isn't the type to spread your face around; not in the open. I'm sure, however, that you will accumulate attention in the, ehehe, less desirable rings below society. Word of mouth, blow hole, mind, whatever spread fast at that level."
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BG FTW!!
XDDDDDD No comment, folks
