[ after a week. they are in a restaurant, so, admittedly, cloud does look around to see if there is a snake here. this is applebee's though, not olive garden. too completely different but real chain restaurants, allegedly. ]
[ the plastic on the chair make a kind of unfortunate squeak sound. the table has one leg ever so slightly shorter than the others, so it makes kind of a thunk noise as it bumps the floor from time to time.
i am assuming cheap chain restaurants have universal features like this. cloud looks supremely uncomfortable as well. ]
... Does it just want us to... order?
[ there are menus and nothing else in this place. ]
[ he isn't going yet, he's looking at her meal and trying to see where the spices are. ]
That bad? Try drowning it in ketchup.
[ this will make it worse. not in spice, in taste. cloud has yet to try his shrimp, because he is not sure why fried shrimp are so moist. he is worried. ]
[ well, while they are being terrible cloud is going to grab his neon drink and subtly put it on someone else's table while they pass by. if a ghost eats it it still counts.
to the kitchen! i assume it is easier for harrow to sneak than it is for cloud "i have a giant sword" strife, but here they are. the staff do not seem to notice them yet. there is a door to the back. is it... freedom? ]
Over there. Past the chef-- microwaving food.
[ chef mike is the most important cook in this place you heathen ]
[i don't know if harrow "i also have a giant sword and i'm wearing bones and skull face paint" hark is more subtle, no. either way, they aren't sneaking at all, just openly watching through the kitchen.
[ yes but she's so tiny. how can anyone see her. a speck. it was truly just making a teeny harrow joke. ]
... Let me try smething.
[ cloud tries kicking the door!
he hurts his foot a little and pretends he doesn't. ]
Unless it links to a brick wall, this isn't it.
[ unfortunately kicking the door is a little offensive to the kitchen staff, who is now trying to shoo them out while also giving them complimentary pretzel breadsticks. because all consequences go back to food in this one. ]
[ the most traumatizing part of this experience is, when they get back to their table with their new fun dip, their food is still there. it is now cold. the zombie has left a condensation circle of water on the table ]
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[ after a week. they are in a restaurant, so, admittedly, cloud does look around to see if there is a snake here. this is applebee's though, not olive garden. too completely different but real chain restaurants, allegedly. ]
Doesn't look like the camp Snake is here.
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[ he looks around the restaurant. nothing is really... happening? there is just an empty table for two. right there. waiting for them. ]
... I guess we just sit?
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[she looks so wary, like the bacon burger on the menu wants to harm her. slowly, she sits down in a chair, grimacing.]
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i am assuming cheap chain restaurants have universal features like this. cloud looks supremely uncomfortable as well. ]
... Does it just want us to... order?
[ there are menus and nothing else in this place. ]
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[she doesn't know what she's even ordering.]
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[ he doesn't want any of this. ]
The... double-crunch shrimp...?
[ the biggest miscalculation of all. ordering seafood at a non-seafood restaurant. ]
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…I wonder what the catch will be. Will the shrimp try to kill us, do you think?
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[ he does not even sound like he is joking. that's because there's a 50% chance he's right in his mind, and he hates it. ]
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[she seems grim with anticipation after learning this fact.
after a minute their food comes along with a free round of festive applebees drinks. i'm giving harrow a zombie.]
...I don't want this.
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yikes. in a low tone; ]
... Maybe there's a plant somewhere we can drop these in. I don't think we should drink them.
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[ unfortunately, as a person whose friend owns a bar,
but he still looks around for somewhere to dunk this in. unfortunately. applebee's does not have plants. ]
Okay. There's got to be a bathroom somewhere. That'll have to do.
[ he looks dubiously at his shrimp choices. ]
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It is very spicy!
[it isn't.]
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That bad? Try drowning it in ketchup.
[ this will make it worse. not in spice, in taste. cloud has yet to try his shrimp, because he is not sure why fried shrimp are so moist. he is worried. ]
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[she wrinkles her nose but will do as he says and start adding ketchup to the dish.]
You don't suppose we can simply leave...?
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[ cloud reluctantly takes a bite of shrimp. it only tastes of wet batter and chewy, overcooked shrimp.
he was in the army so he suffers this stoically, but also looks like he wants to die somehow. ]
Maybe we're meant to sneak into the kitchen to find it?
[ now he is just hoping, foolishly. ]
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...Let's try.
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to the kitchen! i assume it is easier for harrow to sneak than it is for cloud "i have a giant sword" strife, but here they are. the staff do not seem to notice them yet. there is a door to the back. is it... freedom? ]
Over there. Past the chef-- microwaving food.
[ chef mike is the most important cook in this place you heathen ]
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harrow will try the door.]
...It won't budge.
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... Let me try smething.
[ cloud tries kicking the door!
he hurts his foot a little and pretends he doesn't. ]
Unless it links to a brick wall, this isn't it.
[ unfortunately kicking the door is a little offensive to the kitchen staff, who is now trying to shoo them out while also giving them complimentary pretzel breadsticks. because all consequences go back to food in this one. ]
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They cannot possibly make us eat that food.
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These rooms will be the death of me.
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[ the most traumatizing part of this experience is, when they get back to their table with their new fun dip, their food is still there. it is now cold. the zombie has left a condensation circle of water on the table ]
... We have to eat it.
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