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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 19:29:22 GMT -5
((Dougal: Ahh, lets see, do you have any Hindu Curry, Steak and Chips or anything like that? And a glass of Coke, thanks. Policeman: No. Dougal: Okay. Well then I'll just have a bag of chips and a Fanta Orange, please. Policeman: Do you know where you are? You're in a police station. Dougal: Oh right. Well, in that case, I'll just have the Satay Chicken with Pilau rice.))
*Emile sat down in the bistro and perused the menu.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 19:44:40 GMT -5
*Jeremy, chilled glass of water in hand, sets over to the new arrivals table.*
"Howdy, and welcome to the Grasshopper and Scorpion. What can I get you today?"
*He set the glass down and raised an eyebrow. Something about this guy was familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it because he hadn't read the full plot about the gender swap.*
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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 19:47:33 GMT -5
"Er...I dunno...just a burger or something? I'm starving," *he said, grinning at Jeremy.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 19:52:16 GMT -5
"Hmm... didn't pick up any fresh beef this morning... and I'm not going to chance left overs. Venison ok?"
*Jeremy wiped the moisture from his fingertips as he stood at the table.*
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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 19:55:32 GMT -5
"Venison is great. Fuck Bambi," *said Emile, flipping the menu shut and handing it back to Jeremy.*
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 19:59:28 GMT -5
*Jeremy nearly snorted.*
"Well that settles the question of whether you're from around here... though I think sexual congress with the deer is right out. They frown on that in most places and this ain't Arkansas."
*He winked and pulled the hand crank meat grinder out from under the counter.*
"You'll have to give me a few minutes."
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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -5
"Canadians prefer moose, anyhow," *quipped Emile.* "...I used to be Canadian. I think. I don't know if I still am."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 20:13:15 GMT -5
*He smirks as he begins grinding the steaks in the almost medieval looking device.*
"That's alright... no one's perfect. The important thing is you're trying."
*Jeremy lays a cast iron skillet on the grill.*
"Joking aside... Think you've lost your citizenship for some reason?"
*He knew a few Canadians. Most weren't annoying and this one seemed likable enough.*
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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 20:16:36 GMT -5
"Well, I kind of, um..."
A wise-cracking American in Paris running a modern bistro. What are the chances he's some period-correct NPC who'll be freaked out? Even so--who gives a shit about NPCs' feelings?
"Switched bodies, recently. I'm not certain where this one came from."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 20:21:09 GMT -5
*Jeremy's face turned deadly serious at his words. He looks from one side of the room to the other.*
"Well... when a mommy and daddy love each other..."
*His smile cracks as he's unable to finish the explanation before breaking into laughter.*
"Fair enough... name's Jeremy.... that body have a name written in it's undies when you took it over?"
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Post by Emily on Feb 9, 2008 20:26:35 GMT -5
*Emile shook his head.*
"Nah. I go by Emile now. I used to be Emily. And my cousin used that mommy-daddy line to explain to my other cousin where toffee candies came from. It was bizarre."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 9, 2008 20:31:30 GMT -5
"Well howdy Emile... I've heard of your more X chromosomey self from Brandi. We're friends from way back."
*Slapping the raw meat on the grill, Jeremy savored the smell and sound.*
"From one insert to another I could probably just wiggle my nose or some other body part and make this burger instantly but I love that sizzle."
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Post by Emily on Feb 10, 2008 4:15:26 GMT -5
"It is a good sound, searing flesh," *agreed Emile with a thoughtful nod.* "How IS Brandi doing? I woke up at Le Rouge when I was brought back the other day; but mostly Kris was there to handle the fallout of me realizing I had a dick and melting down. I didn't see Brandi."
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Post by Jeremy on Feb 10, 2008 16:01:47 GMT -5
*Jeremy chuckled as he split a roll with a serrated bread knife.*
"She's been a bit tied up with things recently. You know her... always going. Like your buns toasted?"
*He smirked again, unable to not make the bad cooking humor.*
"How did that go by the way? Realization of the extra pointy bits I mean. And how exactly did that happen?"
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Post by Emily on Feb 10, 2008 17:10:18 GMT -5
"Toasted. Please."
*Emile took a sip of water.*
"I was pretty groggy when I first woke up. The hairy legs seemed hairier than normal but that didn't much bother me. It was mostly when I went to take a piss I realized that the plumbing had been overhauled."
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