destinystrings | Tapper's!

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Tapper's! - Open to all

Who: Vanellope, Tam Lin, Cu Chulainn, and YOU!
Where: Tapper's, Cancer Ward
Summary: Log for anybody who'd like to RP random scenes at this location. If you want to start a thread with Vanellope or one of the twins, say so in your subject. If not, leave it open and anybody in-game who wants to tag you can do so. Those who'd like to provide entertainment (giving a concert, stand-up, etc.) are welcome to make a thread for any performances. Back tagging here is more than welcome!
Warnings: ??? Depends on the character.

While in the Cancer Ward, you might have noticed there's a new bar in town! If curiosity gets the better of you, you step inside the establishment where you're greeted cheerfully. Was that a ghost? No, look down.

There she is.

That's Vanellope von Schweetz, the unlikely nine-year old proprietor of this restaurant. She's wearing a little white apron with the sleeves of her turquoise hoodie rolled up tight around her upper arms. Of course, you probably assume that one of the two tall demons with their hair pulled back into ponytails is really the owner of this place. Silly kids, right?

But no need to dwell on that detail. The smell of meat and hot grease wafts around the room, and the root beer's always flowing. So take a seat, glance at the menu, and place your order; one of the 'twins' will be with you to serve you shortly!

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Death smiles at Vanellope. Sure, she looks young, but there's no telling if that's her actual age. "So I take it you found some jerks."

Vanellope doesn't recognize the woman, but apparently they've spoken over the network, so there's a bit of a connection.

"The government guys found'em for me! They're not so great with small talk, but they know how to cook and clean. Apparently using real food for decoration is frowned upon by some schmucks called the health department." She mutters briefly, but her attitude picks back up easily. "Good help is really hard to find around here, geez...but c'mon! You're here for the good stuff, right?"

She zips around one of the of counters and scales the side of a bar stool. "We have root beer, root beer floats, extra large root beer, small root beer..." Root beer, root beer, and root beer. "Oh, and hamburgers!"

Now that food really does remind Death of Delirium. It's exactly the way she would try to decorate a restaurant. "Yeah, food decorations tend to attract insects here." APparently not in Vanellope's world.

"I've always been fond of rootbeer floats."

Vanellope's eyes widen at the mention of insects, as she only knows of one type: the viral ones from Sergeant Calhoun's game world, Hero's Duty.

"Food decorations attract Cybugs!? STOP THE PRESSES! GRILLS! Whatever they're called!" She bounce about frantically, receiving confused looks from her two employees. But she pauses just long enough to respond with a cheerful "And one root beer float! For- uh..."

"Just regular bugs." Death gives her a reassuring smile. SHe's not sure what Cybugs are, but it sounds completely out of proportion with the sort of annoying infestation she meant.

Names, right. "I'm Death. Didi, if you prefer."

"Those exist?" There are no insects in Sugar Rush. Just candy. The closest thing to a pest is a rabid devil dog, and even they are harmless. Unless you don't like vanilla frosting all over yourself.

Death? Is she a villain or something? Oh. Didi. Kind of like Satan calling himself Sah-teen. She gets it. ~~Only not.~~ "Ohhhh. Gotcha. Nice to meet ya, Death!" That's a lot of fun to say.

"There's millions of kinds of insects just on Earth." And quite the appearance she took on when dealing with them.

SHe holds out a hand. Because she's a rather friendly personification, really. "GOod to meet you too..."

"We're gonna need a giant bug zapper or an active volcano."

Vanellope takes it (as best as she can) and shakes. "President Vanellope von Schweetz, ruler and racer of Sugar Rush Speedway!"

"Madam President." She says it completely seriously. There are far stranger things in the universe than a small child being a president. Especially of something called Sugar Rush. "What would you want a volcano for?"

"Just Vanellope's fine!" She grins, crossing her arms after the handshake. "I like to think of myself as just one of the guys, but with more responsibility."

She scales a bar stool and seats herself on the leather cushion. "Bugs are attracted to the light! Volcanos spew bright lava...or soda...And as soon as they touch it...FWOOSH! Or ZAP!. Depends on what you're using."

Now that she understood. Desire loved to talk about moths and butterflies and candleflames. "Some bugs are important to have around though. They pollinate flowers and a lot of other animals eat them. That's why there's so many kinds."

"Well, bug or cybug, they're not welcome in here!" With a suitable reasoning behind the need for cleanliness, Vanellope will make it a priority among her employees, who already know better (thank goodness).

"Maybe we could get one of those to come in here and hunt them down..."

"You never know, there might even be someone who got brought here that prefers to eat insects." It wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen in an interdimensional kidnapping zone.

"Looks like I get to mass mail another help wanted ad!" She is taking too much joy in sending out a text message.

While Vanellope messes with her COMP, a mug of rootbeer with vanilla ice cream bobbing inside gets pushed down the bar to Death.

Death grins at the float. "That looks delicious." Someday she might stop thinking food was this amazing thing. But so far... not so much.

Nano remembers Vanellope from before, and she's admittedly a little curious about how she's doing with the place. Slowly making her way inside and looking around, she smiles as she locates the pint-sized proprietor.

"Wow, Vanellope! This place looks great!"

"Thanks!" Vanellope loves the compliments, though she hasn't done much of the work aside from advertising and barking orders. ~~She is secretly grateful for the demonic assistance though.~~

"So, what can I get you? A root beer? Large root beer? Small root beer?"

"I'll have a small root beer."

Nano smiles, taking a seat at one of the tables and looking around curiously at the decor.

"One small root beer please!" Vanellope scribbles on a little notepad and places the order in front of Cu Chulainn and Tam Lin, even though they were standing right there the whole time. In fact, Tam Lin's already on top of it, and slides a frost mug of root beer down the counter to Nano.

"Ah...!"

Nano's never been to a place that serves the drinks like that before, and she fumbles for the glass as it slides toward her. She very nearly misses it, but manages to stop it by sort of lunging mostly on top of it. Some of the soda spills out and onto her shirt, but at least the glass isn't broken.

"Good catch!" Vanellope cheers for Nano. "You caught it with your whole upper body!"

She's not mean to a paying customer though, and pushes the napkin dispenser close to her.

Nano laughs, her cheeks flushing a bit in embarrassment as she reaches for the napkins.

"Thank you... I'm sorry, I've never had a drink served to me in that way before!"

She's more used to Japanese tea serving customs, which are decidedly slower than the way Tapper's does things.

"You'll get the hang of it! I gotta do it like Tapper does it, or this place isn't Tapper's!"

"Is the food served that way too?" Nano muses, finishing cleaning herself off before taking a sip.

Vanellope scratches the back of her neck. "Well, we tried it. But burgers and fries just don't slide very well." She laughs nervously for a few seconds. They did it earlier with a Hinoto-Ri citizen and...made a mess of him. Darn you, friction.

"I can see how that would cause problems..." Nano admits, laughing a little. "The root beer is very good, though! I think you'll get a lot of customers."

"Alright! I knew this wouldn't be tough! I'll be rolling in coins before you know it!" And then she can buy candy, which she still firmly believes should be free to all seeing as how it is a naturally occurring substance back home.

"Good luck!" Nano offers, nodding back with a smile. "You're certainly off to a good start here."

Did someone mention the strong smell of food? Because, as always, where there is food, there is a pink puff!

Well, not always. It's just been recently that that's been true for Hinoto-Ri. The puff's been keeping to himself, mostly, scoping things out and learning the ropes. And by scoping things out the narration of course means prowling for food.

Thus does Tapper's find itself visited by a character whose picture could very well be on one of its walls.

Oh-em-geeeee. Vanellope thinks she recognizes that ball of fluff inside Tapper's walls. Who knows if he'll recognize her, though. This may be a different ball of fluff. He doesn't really have any defining features...

"Kirby! My main marshmallow man! The fluff with stuff! How's it floatin'!?"

"Poyo?"

That's his soft, curious way of saying 'wat'.

"...Sure! Uh, 'poyo' to you too!" Kirby-speak and Q*Bert-ese are not her strong points. "You're probably hungry!" And when isn't he?

Kirby normally would be fussy about someone trying to "speak" his language. He can understand what people are saying to him, but not when they say "poyo". It doesn't mean anything when they say it!

but she mentioned food so

"Poyo!!" He bounces on the tips of his feet. Food is why he's here!

"Fire up the grills, fellas! We're gonna need at least a few dozen of these babies." And that delicious aroma spreads tenfold, with several burgers cooking at a time. "Alright Kirby, you're the expert here. I gotta know if they're good! You're the first person trying them. Don't go easy on me! I want your full critique!"

"Poyo!" Kirby says excitedly.

Surely that will be the only word in his in-depth review.

"That sounded like a good 'poyo'!"

Congratulations Kirby, you've obtained eight hamburgers, a small mountain of fried potatoes, and four mugs of root beer. Vanellope knows you'll inhale it.

Silver's been to his share of pubs before, but this is one he's not sure what to make of, so unfamiliar is it to his eyes. A quaint little thing to be sure, no mistaking it. It's too clean for his sort of a rabble and company. It lacks the rocking, warped wood floors of the boats inner sanctums, just as it lacks the dim lighting from the pubs he frequents planetside. It lacks the smell of slightly stale air and raucous unbridled laughter in tongues as numerous as the stars.

This is a different sight indeed. For nicer folk than himself, but far be it from him from doin' a little blending in like the common folk. He thinks he's seen Tapper's proprietor once or twice on the network. He familiar with humans, but no expert in the word; however, from his knowledge this girl looks to be little more than a wee lass herself, not at the age to be running the place.

But he's not here to be discriminatory. He came for a drink he did.

So he'll take his place at one of the bar seats, and hails down the lass when he sees her. "So you're the one who runs this fashionable place."

Now these are the people Vanellope knows; the adventurers, the monsters, the heroes, the villains...most everybody in this city doesn't carry the stature of her friends back home at Litwack's.

In fact, she's right at home serving this guy, leaping up onto a bar stool that stands behind a makeshift hostesses' stand and performing a ridiculous.

"Thaaaaaaat's me!" She replies, pointing to herself with her thumb. "Vanellope von Schweetz! Welcome to Tapper's!"

Well, he's much prefer a hearty welcome than a questionable double-take that he has frequently been the receiver of. But such is his territory.

"Y'must be quite the prodigy, lass, to be running this fair establishment on your own. It's a lot of responsibility for one as young as yourself to take on your shoulders, it is."

"Well, I am the president back home. This is child's play!"

Cu Chulainn and Tam Lin, the armor-clad staff working behind one of the bars, look to each other, then shrug. Vanellope's a good boss, but they'd never tell her that she's not quite on the ball with -all- the runnings of a restaurant.

"So, can I getcha a drink? We've got root beer, and if you like to live on the wild side, root beer floats. Betcha can't drink just one of those..."

"Is it now? Well, far be it from me to be the judge or the jury in such matters."

Beer at least sounds familiar, though he can't say root beer is ringing any bells of familiarity as far as drink is concerned., but he didn't expect it to be. Still, he has his assumptions that have served him in times past. His body, at the very least, handles a glass of spirits as well as it handles most. "Just like I can't say no when a challenge comes from a bright and successful lass such as y'self. I'll try one of your floating spirits, lass, whatever that may be. Never have shrugged from the exotic, an' don't mean to. "

Vanellope loves the compliments, and when that happens, customer service goes above and beyond the call of duty. Unfortunately for her new customer, this kind of beer lacks any and all alcoholic properties. However, it does contain a good amount of sugar, and it's pretty darn good for what it is.

"Hey guys! A root beer float for the fine gentleman!" Vanellope scampers across the countertop, her footprints, wiped up quickly afterwards.

In about a minute, a frosted mug of foamy brown liquid and ice cream is slid down the counter. At Tapper's, it's catch-your-own-mug.

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Totally after Animus

Re: Totally after Animus

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Yay for me forgetting complete words in replies orz

Ask me about my typo collection sometime

I am intrigued!