Shortly after being told that the coffin wasn't allowed, Mac opened it up and grabbed a couple of vials from it. Then quickly closing the coffin. He didn't want everyone seeing that he had basically lived out of the coffin. But those that got to see inside, saw different types of clothing, but all in browns, tans and pinks. And some vials, trinkets and odd knick knacks strapped to the sides,back and lid of the coffin. He took a moment to look at each vial. One was blue and the other green. The blue one he used. Using only a few drops.
It was a potion he had required in a strange world that almost mirrored this one. "One side makes it shrink." He muttered with a nod as the coffin shrank enough for him to pick up and put in his pocket. Putting the vials in the pocket as well. The floor wasn't broken or messed up. He sighed in relief. He had heard everyone else order. He didn't even realize the waiter had came up to them while he was looking for what he needed.
"Oh, um. A Burger, med rare, with Swiss cheese on it, bacon with some ketchup and mayo." He tapped his chin. "And if you have it. Some coffee, with some Kahlua in it." He paused for a moment. "If you don't have any Kahlua just a black coffee is fine. If no coffee, then a glass of milk. And if there is no Swiss cheese, any kind will do. As long as it's not yellow cheese. I have a somewhat sensitive stomach."
It was a potion he had required in a strange world that almost mirrored this one. "One side makes it shrink." He muttered with a nod as the coffin shrank enough for him to pick up and put in his pocket. Putting the vials in the pocket as well. The floor wasn't broken or messed up. He sighed in relief. He had heard everyone else order. He didn't even realize the waiter had came up to them while he was looking for what he needed.
"Oh, um. A Burger, med rare, with Swiss cheese on it, bacon with some ketchup and mayo." He tapped his chin. "And if you have it. Some coffee, with some Kahlua in it." He paused for a moment. "If you don't have any Kahlua just a black coffee is fine. If no coffee, then a glass of milk. And if there is no Swiss cheese, any kind will do. As long as it's not yellow cheese. I have a somewhat sensitive stomach."
The vae retreated only slightly, giggling like fairies playing a joke on an unsuspecting victim as they did. Vee themselves had stopped laughing now, only sporting a wide open mouthed smile as they watched.
The vae flew back down in front of Vee, who had, while they were flying down, grabbed the moderately sized ball of taffy which was at one point a chair, and rotated it around in their hand to, once again, make it a sphere. They tossed it in the air at one of the approaching vae, the furthest one. They opened their hands and pushed up on the ball of taffy, hard enough to send it sailing just more than halfway to Vee. The other vae was there already, arms and hands open, running at the ball of taffy with great vigor. The vae blasted it back into the air back in the direction of the first one.
Vee openly laughed as the pair played some haphazard version of volleyball, blasting a ball of pink taffy back and forth between each other. Each of them made great athletic efforts to run at the 'ball' without using their wings, it seemed almost as an unspoken rule they abided by during this 'game', with Vee moderating from high above on the table, openly laughing at the entire experience.
The vae flew back down in front of Vee, who had, while they were flying down, grabbed the moderately sized ball of taffy which was at one point a chair, and rotated it around in their hand to, once again, make it a sphere. They tossed it in the air at one of the approaching vae, the furthest one. They opened their hands and pushed up on the ball of taffy, hard enough to send it sailing just more than halfway to Vee. The other vae was there already, arms and hands open, running at the ball of taffy with great vigor. The vae blasted it back into the air back in the direction of the first one.
Vee openly laughed as the pair played some haphazard version of volleyball, blasting a ball of pink taffy back and forth between each other. Each of them made great athletic efforts to run at the 'ball' without using their wings, it seemed almost as an unspoken rule they abided by during this 'game', with Vee moderating from high above on the table, openly laughing at the entire experience.
It was a pitiful thing to be Vinnie that day. He scratched at the back of his head while he listened to the two babes talk, a faint tinge of pink coloring his cheeks when he realized that weird beach bum had brought babes of all sorts today. Well, and that dude with the coffin. It was a very confusing time for the waiter as he wrote down what Saoirse and Tyrelle wanted, threw down drinks for the lot of them, and after a couple of very meaningful looks at Abelle, he went to go try and fill the order, praying that the weirdness was a charming and endearing sort and that by messing up an order or putting in what he thought they'd want, he didn't somehow get a phaser to the gut. He needed to stop watching Star Trek...
Abelle peers at the space gals, tilting her head slightly as she does. "You've never seen anything like them? Really?" It was honestly a bit surprising, and while she didn't want to say something rude like "have you not traveled far", she was pretty curious where they had been. "What kinda... people... have you met up there?" With a thumb gesture up towards the ceiling, her interest was evident.
The beach bum's glance was quickly on the coffin as it shrank and she purses her lips for a moment, the obvious show of magic actually annoying her far more than Vee, Z, or the space gals could. For a second there was a flash of anger in her eyes, annoyance, and it looked like she was going to snap something off at Mac as she visibly bristled, but she bit her tongue at the last moment and just deflated slightly, sagging against her closed hand while resting her elbow on the table.
In only a few moments, probably a record, considering how terrified he was, Vinnie brought back a tray of drinks. Six regular sized glasses brimming with fizzing Coca Cola, ice, and bendy straws, plus one kiddy sized cup and four plastic shot glasses. Normally they served 'virgin' shots or desserts for the wee ones on special event days, or when they were doing samples of something new, but the hunky waiter figured he might as well keep all of the customers as happy as he could. On top of it? He had a huge bloomin' onion and set it down in the middle of the table. "For while you wait. It's on Abelle." Vin set all the drinks down, one for each full grown adult, and the shot glasses went around the kiddy sized drink, with several straws for them to play with too.
The look he gave her, there was no way she could tell him the crass words that were about to burst. There was a huge bowl of spicy yet cool sauce in the middle of the towering deep fried onion, each tiny segment flowered out beautifully, begging to be eaten. "So..." Abelle finally said as she grabbed a hunk of fried onion and started to dip small sections into the sauce. "What does everyone want to do after food?" At some point she would have to leave them for the surfing competition, but that wasn't for another couple of hours. There was the sand castles, walking the shops, swimming, and of course just lazing about on the beach itself.
Abelle peers at the space gals, tilting her head slightly as she does. "You've never seen anything like them? Really?" It was honestly a bit surprising, and while she didn't want to say something rude like "have you not traveled far", she was pretty curious where they had been. "What kinda... people... have you met up there?" With a thumb gesture up towards the ceiling, her interest was evident.
The beach bum's glance was quickly on the coffin as it shrank and she purses her lips for a moment, the obvious show of magic actually annoying her far more than Vee, Z, or the space gals could. For a second there was a flash of anger in her eyes, annoyance, and it looked like she was going to snap something off at Mac as she visibly bristled, but she bit her tongue at the last moment and just deflated slightly, sagging against her closed hand while resting her elbow on the table.
In only a few moments, probably a record, considering how terrified he was, Vinnie brought back a tray of drinks. Six regular sized glasses brimming with fizzing Coca Cola, ice, and bendy straws, plus one kiddy sized cup and four plastic shot glasses. Normally they served 'virgin' shots or desserts for the wee ones on special event days, or when they were doing samples of something new, but the hunky waiter figured he might as well keep all of the customers as happy as he could. On top of it? He had a huge bloomin' onion and set it down in the middle of the table. "For while you wait. It's on Abelle." Vin set all the drinks down, one for each full grown adult, and the shot glasses went around the kiddy sized drink, with several straws for them to play with too.
The look he gave her, there was no way she could tell him the crass words that were about to burst. There was a huge bowl of spicy yet cool sauce in the middle of the towering deep fried onion, each tiny segment flowered out beautifully, begging to be eaten. "So..." Abelle finally said as she grabbed a hunk of fried onion and started to dip small sections into the sauce. "What does everyone want to do after food?" At some point she would have to leave them for the surfing competition, but that wasn't for another couple of hours. There was the sand castles, walking the shops, swimming, and of course just lazing about on the beach itself.
Fog surrounded her as far as she could see. Much like a ongoing carpet underneath her and a thick wall on each side of her as well as behind her and in front of her. Walls she had been riding through and could still ride through. It worried her and she slowly started to regret her decision for ever riding through the portal she'd found in the forest. Curiosity killed the cat, they always said and on this moment in particular it could as well kill her. She must've been riding for a while now, at least half an hour to an hour and considering that she had already been riding over 3 hours when she ran into the portal, it was no surprise that her beloved stallion Tyron was rather tired now. She softly stroked his beautiful black mane and gave him light pats on his neck while she continued to ride forwards through the fog. She had only had him for roughly two weeks and this ride was supposed to be their bonding time. He had been gifted to her by her boss when he turned 4 as she had been taking care of him on the farm ever since he was just one year old. It was one of the best gifts anyone had ever given her in her entire life. She smiled at the realization that he was now really her horse.
"Just a little further boy" she said to him as multiple clouds of fog passed her by while she kept riding. "If there's nothing beyond the fog then we'll return, I promise" she added. The decision to keep riding even though she had no idea where she was or where she was going if there even was anything at all beyond the fog was a stubborn one based on pure impulsiveness on her end. She had always been an impulsive girl and while her mother had always continued to hope that it would fade away once she reached adulthood, she hadn't changed one bit after turning 18. For a short moment she allowed her mind to wander off towards the memory of her 18th birthday just a month before but the memory was quickly interrupted by the unexpected splashing sound of water underneath them as small waves crashed against Tyron's hooves. She looked around and while she could still see a wall of fog stretched out from side to side behind her, in front of her was a beautiful open beach that stretched as far as the eye could see. She let out an excited cheer and her smile widened as she softly pressed her heels against Tyron's flanks, which caused him to gallop over the sand and through the undeep water on the edge of the ocean.
The water splashed up and reached as high as her knees, making wet drops land on the area underneath her black, short and old dress, right above her riding boots. She laughed and relaxed in the saddle while Tyron kept running, happily stretching his legs in the wide open space. Her long, red and braided hair bounced on her shoulders due to the speed and the wind and she could feel the rays of sunlight on her soft grey skin while they both enjoyed the beach together until she noticed the first signs of houses, shops and parasols as well as people ahead. Once they appeared to be within reach and were only a two minute gallop away, she whistled for Tyron to slow down and decided to ride towards them slowly, taking in the details of her surroundings.
"Just a little further boy" she said to him as multiple clouds of fog passed her by while she kept riding. "If there's nothing beyond the fog then we'll return, I promise" she added. The decision to keep riding even though she had no idea where she was or where she was going if there even was anything at all beyond the fog was a stubborn one based on pure impulsiveness on her end. She had always been an impulsive girl and while her mother had always continued to hope that it would fade away once she reached adulthood, she hadn't changed one bit after turning 18. For a short moment she allowed her mind to wander off towards the memory of her 18th birthday just a month before but the memory was quickly interrupted by the unexpected splashing sound of water underneath them as small waves crashed against Tyron's hooves. She looked around and while she could still see a wall of fog stretched out from side to side behind her, in front of her was a beautiful open beach that stretched as far as the eye could see. She let out an excited cheer and her smile widened as she softly pressed her heels against Tyron's flanks, which caused him to gallop over the sand and through the undeep water on the edge of the ocean.
The water splashed up and reached as high as her knees, making wet drops land on the area underneath her black, short and old dress, right above her riding boots. She laughed and relaxed in the saddle while Tyron kept running, happily stretching his legs in the wide open space. Her long, red and braided hair bounced on her shoulders due to the speed and the wind and she could feel the rays of sunlight on her soft grey skin while they both enjoyed the beach together until she noticed the first signs of houses, shops and parasols as well as people ahead. Once they appeared to be within reach and were only a two minute gallop away, she whistled for Tyron to slow down and decided to ride towards them slowly, taking in the details of her surroundings.
For her part, Z just watched Vee and their Vae playing. "Is food...." She mumbles, but still she is smiling, enjoying watching the little creatures play and enjoy themselves.
It was a relief, to have something...fun...normal...to focus on. Normal...if you concidered two cyborgs, an alien plant, and magic normal! Still, Z started to think that maybe spending the day or so just having fun was a good idea.
She noticed Abelle glare at Mac for a bit, wondering why. The zombie disliked Mac for the coffin and his odd remarks earlier, but she was forcing herself to be nice. No sense in ruining some ones day. Already did that besides!
She then blinked at Abelle's question. "Do? Do what? What to do?" She scratches at her head, thinking. "Mm! Zombie want to stay with her! With Vee!" And STILL, the poor zombie thought Vee was a girl!
Silly zombie.
It was a relief, to have something...fun...normal...to focus on. Normal...if you concidered two cyborgs, an alien plant, and magic normal! Still, Z started to think that maybe spending the day or so just having fun was a good idea.
She noticed Abelle glare at Mac for a bit, wondering why. The zombie disliked Mac for the coffin and his odd remarks earlier, but she was forcing herself to be nice. No sense in ruining some ones day. Already did that besides!
She then blinked at Abelle's question. "Do? Do what? What to do?" She scratches at her head, thinking. "Mm! Zombie want to stay with her! With Vee!" And STILL, the poor zombie thought Vee was a girl!
Silly zombie.
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