first notes § a classy diner

[jurisdick]

who: goro & you
where: diner
when: first week of may
rating: pg-13 (probably? will update if necessary)
the story: a detective walks into a diner for some pancakes and....

option 1 - for the employees

[ while this isn't leblanc, per say, it still has a rather comforting feel to it. he isn't sure if it's the decor or the general energy in the diner, but it seems to call to him the same way that the tiny curry and coffeeshop did back in tokyo. it's not insanely crowded but it has enough interesting faces to keep him intrigued. still, that's not to say he's actively seeking conversation. rather, he's brought a book from the library down to the diner to thumb through as he takes a break from investigating the hot mess he's found himself in.

there's a pencil stuck between his teeth, brown fringe covering his eyes as he skims the pages of the book. occasionally, he plucks the pencil out to scribble something down in the margin, and then just like that, the pencil returns dutifully to his mouth.

he hasn't ordered yet, a bit lost in thought over the pages of paradise lost. ]

option 2 - for others

[ now that he has his coffee (it's really a necessity in life), he's taken a break from the pages of the riveting story to glance around the diner. simply surveying the area for any "familiar faces." one leg is crossed against another, dangling off the edge of the stool, toe of his shoe tapping light sounds against the counter in front of him.

as usual, each and every lock of hair is perfectly in place and he's wearing his tan jacket complete with a drab, striped tie. although he enjoys the tranquility, he can't help but catch the gaze of anyone who walks into this diner. namely, you.

there's a bright, undeniably charismatic smile that appears and he lifts a hand politely up in way of greeting. ]

May I ask you a question?

Comments

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah loves the diner with her entire heart, and so that means she's there pretty regularly. And by pretty regularly, she's there every morning unless for some reason Michonne tried to kill her via exercise. She's there now, walking in and actually gravitating toward the person smiling, sitting on the stool next to him. She's not as well-coifed; yoga pants and one of Ray's shirts with some science joke on it is the name of her game. But she's smiling, too. ]

Sure, go for it. What's up?

[cranston]

[ Billy is in search of the perfect tuna fish sandwich. He tried the dining room, he tried the closet in his room. He wants to see if the diner's offering is any better.

He wasn't expecting somebody to talk to him. Billy never expects people to talk to him. Not unless they're making fun of him like Colt. The only people who talk to him without making fun of him are the other Rangers.

Still, this guy looks friendly enough.

Billy pulls himself onto the stool next to him, placing his ever present notebook and pencil case onto the counter. ]

Sure.

1!

[cuteshit]

[It's not unusual for Kanji to wait on customers while Souji or Minato are busy in the kitchen, and the fact that Goro's face is an entirely unfamiliar one catches his attention while he's midway through wiping down the front counter. Curious, he glances in the newcomer's direction every few moments as he finishes up, hanging the towel and drying his hands on the front of his apron once he's done.

Something about this kid reminds him of someone, but he can't exactly put his finger on who or why.

He clears his throat as he heads over, not wanting to startle the guy while he's reading.]

Yo-- new face, huh? Want somethin' to drink?

1

[jivitadana]

[Minato didn't mind the influx of arrivals in the past couple of days. He learned to get used to this place when he first arrived just like everyone else had, and he was willing to assist anyone who needed help.

He liked working at the Diner if not just for himself, honing whatever skills he had when it came to sweets or having the opportunity to spend the time with Souji and Kanji, but also for other people who happened to stop by, relax, meet with friends, gather information. Something like that.]

Did you want something to eat while you read?

[There were a few people who did bring a book to read while at the Diner, but maybe not as intensely or focused as this person who was also scribbling in the margins of the pages. Was that book from the library? Oh, well.]

2

[realitybytes]

[ When Chiaki walks in, she doesn't notice the stranger at first — her nose is firmly buried in her DS as she taps away methodically at it. Even when he speaks, she doesn't seem to hear him at first, though she does pause the game after a moment and lifts her head, looking around slowly for the source. ]

Ah . . . me?

2 - going against the stream, cause he do as he do do

[catchacold]

No.

[What now, unusually picture-perfect person? Leonard just answered the question right away, no hesitation. However, now he's standing there, weight mostly on one leg, hip cocked a little, one hand loosely holding on to the opposing other arm and his eyebrows arched.

Daring him to continue on from this in any way he could think to.]

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji practically lives in the diner and knows at least the faces of the people who come and go. This face is new, though, and so he approaches curiously. He's not going to make the guy order something, but that won't stop him from interrupting his reading because he can't stop minding other peoples' business.]

What are you reading?

[The apron gives away that he works there, at least.]

[stefanged]

[ This one must be new.

Stefan raises his eyebrows in amusement, half-wondering what'll come next. He's not quite as immaculately dressed, but the excessive amount of hair gel and aged leather jacket indicate the time and effort he places into his appearance. He's even got a matching messenger bag, slung across his shoulder.] Um, sure.

[ He grabs a seat next to the stranger, flagging down one of the employees for a cup of black tea. There's a certain ease to his actions, as if he's visited the place numerous times (which he has). ]

What do you wanna know?

[promiselist]

Nope.

[ The answer is given flippantly despite the way Futaba freezes like a deer caught in headlights in the doorway of the diner. For the most part she's been sticking to the room she'd gotten near the others, pouring over the network and any information she could find in this place and she'd been perfectly happy to stay there, too - magic closets made that easy, after all. But between a little nudging from Ann and Morgana and that voice in the back of her head that was coming to sound conspicuously like Akira, here she was. Venturing out. Seeing the world. Or Wonderland, at least.

She wasn't sure she liked it. It was very tempting to just go darting back to her room. But she'd heard this place had pancakes, so...

Apparently, it also had Akechi's. She stares at him, surprise melting into narrow-eyed intent before she skates around to the left to give him a wide berth and flop onto a stool several seats down from him - the equivalent of her typical spot back home in Leblanc. ]

2

[naughty_nurse]

[Mikan just wanted to get in, grab food, and go. So when she's suddenly questioned, she literally flinches.]

AH! Eek! ... M-Me?

[notcat]

[Not to say that Morgana was following Akechi or anything, but he had a particularly good penchant for being the type of not-cat that could slink into the shadows relatively undetectived by others.

A diner. How mysterious. Only the truly evil would hide in plain daylight like this, taking in the delights of coffee and morning treats, homogenizing with the world around him. Only a truly evil, ruthless type of guy would sit there reading... Paradise Lost? Really?

And Morgana thought he was being sly, his tiny frame against the booth as he eavesdropped, believing that he would slide right under the radar from any potential shady dealings going on here, but, really, he was just sitting in place and reading. Which causes him quite the stir when Akechi so casually directs a question straight towards him, as if he somehow, mysteriously (read: he was so obvious it was painful) knew that he was there all along.]

Oh, h-heeey! Funny that you're here, I was just getting my bearings straight. What can I help you with?

2

[idolings]

[The diner was Sayaka's favorite place to eat when she wasn't feeling the urge to cook, especially since she became friends with two of the employees. What could be better than friends and food? Besides, she really could go for something sweet like cake.

The moment she steps into the diner, Akechi happens to catch her eye, even more so by his friendly greeting. He seemed quite nice! He also had this gentleman like aura around him.

She greets him with a polite smile of her own and takes a seat next to him.]

Sure, go right ahead! I'll be happy to answer.

[Was he new face? There were plenty of people that she hadn't ran into but she was fairly certain she hasn't seen him around.]

[justmakeroom]

[ Once upon a time, she wouldn't normally have thought of herself as the type of person to frequent a diner so often. When she worked, she'd get her coffee at a local cafe in the mornings, and at night, dinner usually amounted to takeout from some tried and true restaurants in the area.

She could get almost any food she wants here in Wonderland, and yet, she finds herself coming to the diner more often than not. Maybe it's more than just the quality of the food, it's the nostalgia attached to it, the memories of being young, when her family was still alive. So she walks in, fully intending to get a burger and fries, but stops when she's asked a question. Nodding a little, she gives him a little smile in return. ]

Yeah. Go for it.

2

[tattooedredheads]

[Kay enjoys the diner. It's closer to his room than most of the other publicly available rooms and he doesn't have to rely on his own mind to dream up the food.

Unlike the detective, Kay is dressed casually. A vest covers his green, long-sleeved shirt. The red markings under his eyes make his face an easy one to remember. Kay shrugs, attention already half-taken by the laptop he's brought with him.]

Go ahead.