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Dasiys Diner
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Dasiys Diner
Dasiys Diner
A purrfect place to have a meal. Purrfect for a date. You bring the guests we bring the food.
Dasiys Diner open every day every hour. Come any time.
submitted by Dasiy, age 30, Dasiys Diner
(January 16, 2017 - 7:11 pm)
(January 16, 2017 - 7:11 pm)
(January 25, 2017 - 4:24 pm)
Allenxandria: Two young lovers fighting to find and hold onto each other in the midst of a war that will change their world. I ship it.
(January 26, 2017 - 12:59 pm)
HAHAHHAA
*evil smile*
Yes. Yes, so do I.
(January 26, 2017 - 9:39 pm)
XD
(January 27, 2017 - 9:40 pm)
What does XD mean??
(January 28, 2017 - 2:35 pm)
It forms the image of a laughing face. I think.
(January 28, 2017 - 5:10 pm)
X being xed out dying face, D being huge laughing mouth. Dying of laughter, XD
(January 28, 2017 - 8:37 pm)
Yep.
(January 29, 2017 - 9:33 am)
Honestly, of all the places for SOCS to meet.
I'm disguised as a cat waitress, although being an Artic Fox, nobody should look twice.
Innerly, I'm going through emergency planning to smack Rigga with a cat pan if need be, but my suspicions aren't trained on her revealing my identity as a spy.
An associate of mine, HollyPaw, worked here. I convinced her to take a break, and the cool streams that make up Silver-barked Tree (us animals prefer simple and practical names, nothing like The Oriental Palace for us) simply called to her.
After giving the owner, Daisy, proof that I can wait on tables and a beautiful signature from HollyPaw proof she's letting me raise a paw to step into her position for the time being (although she watches me with suspicion), I am assigned to Rigga, the fool human.
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"It may take a while for your order of a lemonade to enter your plate, we have other customers-" I say, a paw on my uniform, presenting nothing to Rigga but a smile.
Rigga gives me a cold smile, bearing sharklike teeth and the glint of a snake in her eyes.
"Load your guns to shoot these other customers on my word." Her voice chills me like a cold winter wind, stabbing me with a million icicles.
"I'll get you the lemonade!" I feign anguish. As if I would let this woman give me her steel and darkness. Oh, soon she would be sorry. I show no impatience, only anguish and shock.
"Good. And HURRY!" Rigga barks.
I nod showing quaking paws, and pretend to stumble against the table. In reality, I am bugging the table, giving dear Rigga's words a chance to be recorded. No, more than a chance.
(January 28, 2017 - 9:01 pm)
I walk throught the doors of the small diner, sitting myself down at a table for two. I was told the SOCS would be meeting here, and I was sent to spy on them. A waitress comes over, a tuxedo cat with piercing blue eyes.
"Can I take your order?" she asks, and I can hear the nerves in her voice. It seems the SOCS has this whole place on edge.
"Um, I'll have the coffee."
She leaves, and returns within a few minutes with a steaming mug of dark liquid. I take a sip and resist the urge to spit it out. Acorn coffee. Of course. This diner wouldn't be one to freely support Catastrophe, so he wouldn't fund them. They'd be on a budget, and since coffee is expensive during wartime, they had to go with acorn coffee. And, thanks to my wolf senses and the impending full moon, the taste of the acorns is sharper.
"Are you okay 'mam?" Asks the cat.
"Fine, fine," I say, "Could I have a muffin with that?"
"Mealworm, chocolate chip, or lemon poppyseed?"
"Chocolate chip, please."
She leaves, and I reach into my bag for my sketchbook. I look around and immediatly start drawing any shady looking characters. The great thing about being a good artist is that you don't need a camera to take mug shots, and a pencil and paper look a lot less suspicous. I draw a woman I've heard of called Rigga, a few wolves who're having a quarrel, and the waitress that's serving Rigga. I see someone approach me from behind and resist the temptation to pull a knife out of my boot. I turn and I se it's just the waitress, back with my muffin.
"Here you go 'mam."
"Thanks."
(January 29, 2017 - 9:07 am)
"Alright, so you couldn't choose a more careful place to have this meeting, Rigga?" General Zow asks.
"They are cats," I shrug."And we have weapons. Besides, we can always talk in code if you are unsure."
"What I'm unsure about is that waitress," Countess Lorra says, narrowing her eyes. "She seemed trippy."
I sigh. "Code it is then. Have you retirived the informant, Mr. Bark?"
He shakes his head. "Men killed on the spot. Trying to Burn the Library still, however."
I nod my head. "Good. Very good."
(January 29, 2017 - 8:22 am)
"And the flying fox in the windmill has jumped." I say. "I don't know. I think we are talking in random code, correct?"
AH, money will make me do anything.
My friends Stand up, and point ther guns at the SOCS table.
"Now, step away from the table. Sorry." I say, and pull my shotgun from my back, and point it at the ceiling above the table. "If you shoot at one animal, I will knock the ceilig down, carry you away, and have you thrown off SailHaven. And, of course, buy Daisy a new ceiling."
(January 29, 2017 - 10:26 am)
May I offer a prison?
*Holds up glass jars*
(January 29, 2017 - 11:03 am)
No!
Nononononono NO.
I was supposed to get the information and the bugged recording! Now these guys show up and present their guns. What's a fox to do?
One idea glimmers in my head and I slip under the table that is oh so conveniently placed behind the group of men.
Click.
My claws are positioned against decorative wood now. Then I run a quick circle under the table, slicing through the legs and running.
The table gifts me with it's careening into the men.
Guns fire wildly, providing a backtrack for the chorus of shouts. Music to my ears, really.
Then the men get up, and all is silent.
I've failed again.
My claws curl around a gun. I tuck it into my uniform, just in case.
The lead man repeats his offer to Rigga.
(January 29, 2017 - 11:57 am)
"Keep your pathetic offers to yourself," I hiss while storming out of the restaraunt. "I want Poe Allen and Alexandria, the traitors with too much information about our side, dead at all costs! Do send that message to Catastrophe too, dear."
(January 29, 2017 - 2:15 pm)