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ROXY VS. PART-TIME EMPLOYMENT: PART ONE
Date of Scene: 05 November 2019
Location: Flatbush, Brooklyn
Synopsis: Halo Burger is challenged by its worst employee yet! Continuity errors abound! Kitora eats the entire kitchen, Katsumi celebrities around, and Hogarth orders up some historical comfort food. Really though, Halo Burger is both bad for you and sort of offensive to a major religion. It's a miracle (ugh) that they're still in business.
Cast of Characters: Freefall, Hogarth Hart, Rift, Bakeneko




Freefall has posed:
THE OUTFIT: It's Halo Burger! The outfits are practically immortal, famous the world over for their white/gold color scheme and ridiculous visors. Roxy's technically violating the dress code with her DYED HAIR but the manager's technically violating the... everything code... with his everything. So it's all a wash in the end. Anyway, she's wearing a black skirt, white blouse in gold trim, a white visor in gold trim, a whole bunch of "H" logos with snazzy skewed halos on the stem of the H, and one nametag that reads "ROXANNE". She's also wearing an expression that suggests she'd rather be anywhere else.

"Welcome to Halo Burger, whaddaya want?" Roxanne's talking around a wad of gum she's been working on for the last twenty minutes. Things have sort of lost their flavor since she's started, and the gum's kind of crappy, too. She's eyeing a *huge* guy, who is in turn eyeing the *huge* menu.

There's a pregnant pause.

"You gonna, like... order? I promise, the menu ain't changed much. We got the, uh." Roxanne's still talking around her gum. She turns, eyes the menu, and looks over her shoulder at her customer.

"Halo Rings, they're the onion rings. You got the Halo Burger which is like what EVERYBODY gets even though it's just microwaved meat, and if you, uh, Super-size your order, you can get the special sauce on it, which is just, like, Thousand Island Dressing, and..."

Distantly, somebody shouts `ROXANNE! STOP -DOING- THAT!`. She does, but her customer gets A Look. She's got his back.

Business goes on as usual...

Hogarth Hart has posed:
     Halo Burger, an indulgence that Hogarth hadn't partaken of in years, since before he went to college.

  The bomber jacket wearing man walks in, his worn boots resting on the not at all sticky tile floor, waiting his turn patiently.

  Eyes of blue look over the menu, even though he did not need to look that much. He knew what he wanted, and his hands rubbing together was definitely an indication that he was ready to get the order started.

Freefall has posed:
"Okay. So you want..." Roxy's punching the order in as she goes. Occasionally, she'll look up at the guy she's working with, and his furtive nods indicate that she's definitely right. In fact, she isn't, but he's ALSO sort of indicated he doesn't CARE what she punches in - he's hungry, and as an NPC, kind of malleably stupid in character.

"A Double Deluxe Halo Burger with the Sanctified Sauce," HOW has this place not been sued yet? "An order of Angel Wings with the Righteous Ranch, and... shit."

`ROXANNE!`

"Shoot. Curly fries?"

`OUROBOROS FRIES!`

Roxy's eyes are *lavender infernos* while she tries to eye-laser the back of the restaurant. She looks back to Big N' Hungry, apologetically.

"Curly fries with ketchup. That'll be, like, $12.80." There. Order done! Roxanne finishes with her current customer - that only took forever - and looks to Hogarth.

"Alright, guy. You look, uh. You in town for the Padawan Convention? Like... sweet vest. Whaddaya want?"

Hogarth Hart has posed:
     The sheer amount of food that the man before him orders is staggering, for a while Hogarth simply stands behind the man, and his eyes just widen with every piece ordered.

  Then the man finishes and Hogarth steps up. "Yeah, something like that. Anyway, lemme get a Halo Combo with sauce, no tomato or onion, extra pickles, and halo rings, gotta get the halo rings. Small drink, please and thank you!" He finishes ordering with a smile.

  A reach into his belt, and out comes a 20, offering it up to Roxy.

Rift has posed:
A red flare of light comes from under the door to the ladies' room, and a muffled shriek. Then, a young woman with red hair and sunglasses emerges. "Sorry, ma'am. Didn't mean to startle you," she murmurs to someone else as she emerges. (Oddly enough, nobody would've seen the Asian girl enter the store - so how she got in there is a mystery). She looks around, studying the menu.

Bakeneko has posed:
WHEN SUDDENLY!

The door to the establishment opens, and in strides a perky black-haired femme fatale - in the ring, at least. Despite the shifting weather, a skirt is the order of the day, along with a nice tanktop, chunky boots, and fingerless gloves. As a final touch, one can't forget the black choker centered with golden coin. It's a style choice; punky, but girly.

Her stride to the line is with a near-skip, her fingers laced coquettishly behind her back. Unusually pale eyes flecked with subtle smatterings of reddish tint to the irises flit all about the interior, taking in the near-sterilized decor of what she's assuming is a chain restaurant. She queues up behind Hogarth.

And that's when things take a turn.

The girl gives the back of his attire a curious look, and she tilts to get a better look at him. A bright giggle follows.

"Holy s***, my dude!," say the Japanese girl. To her credit, her English is exquisite with only a faint lilt of an accent. "Halloween's over! What's up?"

Freefall has posed:
"Something like that? No WAY, man. I saw Empire when I was 6! Favorite movie of ALL TIME. People wanna say Jedi was better, but I'm not all about the happy ending or the dwarfs-" Roxy pauses after she says probably the wrong thing. At least she knows she should have said something else. "in teddy bear suits. Anyway, you gotta tell me where the con's at. I'll do it up. I got this Leia outfit that, like--"

Rather than scream her name, the manager instead pokes his head out of the passageway to the back - there is a pretty incredible amount of anger on his nearly-elderly 30yo face. Roxy frowns apologetically at him, and gets to taking Hogarth's order. Her fingers dance across the keypad, orders registering with the occasional *beep boop* announcing an Item has been Finalized.

Roxanne, drowning in the antipathy of her part-time job, has absolutely ignored anything coming out of the bathrooms for the past several hours. "Halo Combo with sauce, no tomato, no onion, extra pickles..." Yeah, that's gross. Roxy's face screws up. "Halo rings for SURE... and a small drink. Gotcha." Roxanne flips a lil' Halo Burger cup onto the countertop while she rings Hogarth up, and leans forward onto the countertop, change held out.

"Here's yer change, like... thirteen fifty-two. And your receipt! You're order number #52."

Two asian girls walk in. One of them is teasing a clear, inspired!, Star Wars homage. Roxanne silently prepares to wreck a bitch.

"Heya. Welcome to Halo Burger, home of the Halo Burger! Can I take your or-"

`ROXANNE! STOP -DOING- THAT!`

Hogarth Hart has posed:
     The comments on Hogarth's attire, get tiresome fast. "Oh, no. I..." Thats about when Katsumi chimes in, turning around in an about face, Hogarth, in an instant, is wearing rolled jeans, a pair of worn brown boots, a white and blue ringer shirt, and a brown bomber jacket. "What do you mean?" He asks, looking at the Japanese woman with a questionable look.

  The man turns again, still in his new clothing, and accepts his change. "Fifty two, thanks!" He says, placing the change in his pocket and taking his little table tag.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua moves to the front and orders the largest meal they sell here with a side of onions rings along with her fries. She gets a weird look from the cashier but pays up as she takes a seat. "I've heard a lot of great things about this place - so I just had to drop in after class." She looks around, wondering if she recognizes anyone, ensuring to keep her sunglasses on.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's mirth is instantly replaced with understandable confusion. Unfortunately, it costs Roxy one very fine Good Burger reference. Her oddly-colored eyes blink innocently at Hogarth, and she lifts a hand to tap her chest. "Did I have a stroke?" Even with his back turned, "Did /you/ have a stroke? I'm thinking /one/ of us had a stroke."

It's mostly a joke, and largely at her expense for apparently being so mistaken. But that percentile amount that isn't, however, is very sincerely concerned. With the things that've been going on with her lately, between the random blackout and intense, sudden fatigue, she can't be sure what's happening to her. And though she's going to push it deep, deep down right now - it has her spooked. Wrestling is a very physical thing. If she's actually been hurt from a previous match and just didn't realize it until now, that could be it for her. Career, over. Life, done.

She swallows hard, letting the man do his thing without further hassle. The particularly observant might catch the subtle shift in her demeanor, but she tries to paper right back over it.

Kitora makes her order, and it serves as a fine opportunity to distract the faux-pas. She thumbs in her direction, in reference to the size of her order, "Asian chicks are magic." Matter-of-fact. "Anyway - Halo Burger. Isn't that kind've on the nose? Unhealthy food, alluding to the afterlife..?," she teases, the corner of her lips quirking into the start of a toothy grin. "Whatever, right? What's good here?"

Freefall has posed:
"Oh." Roxanne has never in her entire life seen anything so cool as this.

"MY." Yesterday, Roxanne fought a Panties Demon in her bedroom and absolutely zero of this sentence is hyperbole. Just facts, here.

"GOD." Roxanne is still FLOORED by this transformation. She's leaning forward, palms-down on the countertop, eyes wide beneath that Halo Burger! visor.

"Is that real leather? Like, where did you find that?? Did you serve? Those Army patches are authentic as HELL." In her attempt to dive so far into fashion it hurts, Roxanne is giving up her identity as somebody who's unfortunately used to transformations. For the record, the cashier to her left? This face. Frozen. 8O. She's a shambles. Hogarth trots off with his order.

This leaves Roxy faced with the two asians. The first one gets a respectful - dubious, but respectful - eyeing. "--yeah? Alright, uh. Just let me..." Roxy pulls the little cashier microphone towards her face, and leans over it before announcing in alto-loudspeaker, "I got an INDULGENCE with a SIDEA FRIES AN' RINGS, THANKS". Groaning can be heard from the kitchen. Nobody cares. Kitora receives Order #55.

To Katsumi, Roxy offers a pleasant smile - albeit, one drenched in suspicion of a star wars hater. "Halo Burger's for SURE on the nose, dude. The thing is, is like, the chicken fingers ain't bad. You should try 'em with the Righteous Ranch and the Thousand Island Dressing or whatever. It's a good damn dip! And we got this hot sauce that's CRAZY good."

Hogarth Hart has posed:
     "Yeah, it's real leather. Nah, my dad did. This was his." Hogarth comments, smiling before he sits down at his table. Just minding his business.

  The brown haired man breathes a sigh of relief, he is not used to looking out of place wearing his Order robes.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua smiles as she takes her order slip, her stomach audibly gurgling. She glances over at Katsumi. "Hi there," she states. "I'm Kitora." She is, for some odd reason, keeping her sunglasses on even indoors, even though it seems she's having a bit of a difficult time seeing. "And what's the big deal about that guy's clothing?"

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro is happy enough to be focusing on anything other than what might be brain damage. Scary, scary stuff. Give up everything you had going in your life, just to trade it in for the inability to see straight.

Don't think about it
Don't think about it
Don't think about it

"Chicken fingers," repeats Katsumi, fixating on Roxy. That always sounded weird to her. Chickens don't have fingers. "Sure, what the Hell, sounds hot. And the hot sauce. See what America thinks about spice." She's fishing out some money from a skirt pocket when Kitora introduces herself - and asks about the clothes. Her joints stiffen and she ends up dropping America's weird coinage on the floor. With a muttered curse, she crouches to begin plucking them back up again.

"Hi," she says flatly, her head bowed and silky black hair draping about her face. "Katsumi Oshiro, of the NLF."

Freefall has posed:
"Chicken. Fingers. I -know-. Chickens don't even HAVE fingers." Is Roxy telepathic? Those lavender-hued eyes bore holes into Katsumi's own, but no. Charles Xavier is safely ensconced in his mansion, receiving a dome-wax from whoever he pleases. Roxy is speaking the language of stupid, sublime and mercilessly efficient. "Trust me. They're so damn good. An-- ah! Shit! Look out for droppin' stuff!" Roxy's sympathetic when Katsumi drops all of her stuff, but she doesn't exactly lunge over the countertop to help! YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, GIRL.

Food appears on the countertop, magically. It's -- Hogarth's order! Roxy leans over the mic and announces, "Number 52! Your gross super-pickle burger's ready!"

`ONE MORE TIME, ROXANNE`

By now, Roxy is flipping her boss a choice digit. She's interested in seeing what happens with her customers. To wit, she remarks curiously upon hearing Katsumi mention it...
"NLF? Like, the guys who love guns?"

ORDER STATUS:

KITORA: the entire kitchen is working on it girl settle down, read a book
KATSUMI: chicken wings just hit the fryer, give it a sec


Hogarth Hart has posed:
     Hogarth stands, picking up his tray, looking a little unamused. "Not a fan of pickles?" He asks, his eyes looking a little judgey, before he goes to the fountain to get a soda water, sitting down after he gathers the food.

  The sorcerer unwraps his burger and sinks his teeth into the burger, he was in memory heaven. "Oh yeah, that's what I remember." Yeah it was probably terrible for him, but this was a matter of nostalgia.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua sighs softly as she takes the sunglasses off and squints a bit. Her eyes are red. As in - it seems her natural eye color is red, but other than tha she looks perfectly normal. "Read a book, huh?" she asks softly, clicking her tongue. "What's the NLF? I'm a student of Empire State University myself." She has no accent herself - defintiely born and raised in the good ol' USA.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro crinkles her button nose as Roxy gets her federation wrong. Kitora, however, gets a brief glance - a lingering look on those weird eyes. Huh. She doesn't /look/ albino. Weird contacts? Must be it. She goes back to plucking up the last of her coinage, and lifts to er full height with a breezy sigh.

"Neon - League - Federation," Katsumi enunciates pointedly. A free hand paws her hair back out of her face. "I'm a wrestler. Me and a few others were invited here for an inter-continental show. Sort of a 'Japan, Russia, England, and America versus each other' deal. How much do I owe you?"

Freefall has posed:
Roxy missed the contacts. To be fair to her, she's got Dr. Strange Skywalker nomming down on a pickleburger in the one corner... what's the problem if Twilight wants to order EVERYTHING ON THE MENU? She's open-minded! Distracted, but open-minded! Roxanne looks from Katsumi to Kitora, and seems doubly-perplexed that the two don't know each other.

"So you two aren't..." Katsumi's question, thankfully, interrupts Roxy from embarassing herself further. No. They aren't sisters, Roxanne. -Holy crap-. Roxy peers at the register, and peers back up to Katsumi. She's all smiles.

"That's five-fifty, Xena! I watched Neon League a lil' while back. My ex was all ABOUT those outfits. Sorta why we broke up, but you know how it is." Slender shoulder lift in a helpless gesture, and Roxanne holds her hand out towards Katsumi.

Fully *three* employees stagger out of the back carrying Kitora's order. It is: Two Double Halo Burgers, the Trinity (Curly, waffle, normal fries!), a Redemption Shake, a Confession Chocolate Cake, and (OF COURSE) the chicken fingers. It is an atrocity. With effort, the men put it down at Kitora's table - she is, by now, a Halo Burger celebrity.

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua grins widely. "Now - this is a proper meal," she states. It looks like she ordered enough for a soccer team as she starts to chow down. "I get really hungry sometimes," she muses, giggling as she gets to work, not at all daunted by what's in front of her. She hmmmmms softly as she looks around, seeing a few staring at her. Oh well. Can't please everybody. She's just glad she's one of those mutants that don't look too creepy.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro starts to perk when Roxy mentions she's somewhat familiar with the NLF. The Xena reference sails over her Japanese head, but the rest? All cherry. It's enough to distract her from the U.S.S. Cardiac Arrest setting sail for Kitora Bay. But what hitches that pleased look, after having awkwardly parceled out and passed over the coinage, is the mention that this chick's ex somehow became an ex due to female wrestling attire.

Katsumi is real enough to get it. She knows she's eyecandy. She absolutely owns it. Relishes in it, even. But that stings somehow. She'll steal a guy if she's actively messing with someone. But like this? It just doesn't set right.

"What, was he stupid?," she asks suddenly. "Look at you. You got that," she brazenly reaches across the counter to try to tussle at Roxy's pink fringe, "hot punk girl thing going. You're not gross. What was his damage?"

Freefall has posed:
Sorry, Kitora - people ARE staring. How can you look how you look, but also eat enough saturated fat to clog the collective arteries of a navy cruiser? The Halo Burger features several oddities tonight, and incredibly, Celebrity Wrestler Katsumi Oshiro is least of them. Bottomless Stomach and Magical Boy Skywalker take the cake. IN FACT, Kitora has garnered the attention of a gangly-looking, pimple-faced lad - he sits across from her, nervous as you like, and clears his throat.

"U-um. D- can you eat ALL of that? Are you, uh-uhm... are you a profesional??? Like one of those contest-winners?" Weird.

ACROSS THE RESTAURANT: Roxy is getting bang-boffed by Katsumi. The frisk has the teen glancing furtively over her shoulder - don't put attention on her crazy 'do! She gets in trouble EVERY DAY. Actually, screw Walter and his draconian rules. Roxy tucks her visor down nonetheless, and fixes her eyes on Katsumi, matter-of-fact.

"Pfff. Of COURSE he was stupid. Couldn't get past the idea of a FLYING ARMBAR not bein' foreplay. I dumped him SO FAST." Roxy did *not* dump him so fast. He cheated on her, and she sort of made the decision as a matter of principle. "Anyway, uh. Damage aside, Neon-Girl..." Roxy leans forward, elbows on the counter, chin in a hand, the other outstretched towards Katsumi.

"Five-fiddy for the chicken fingers~"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua grins as she's continuing to eat the food. She winks at the kid who asks her about that and shakes her head as she has already eaten a quarter of the food. "Haven't had a proper meal in days," she muses softly as she isn't stopping - she's an eatnig machine! Her focus is entirely on her... platter... she isn't paying much attention to what's going on.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro tilts her head to the outstretched hand. She'd offered the money over already! So Katsumi lifts her head again to give the girl an odd look and deposits the five-fiddy into her palm. "So specific," she chides. She's leaning upright again, repocketing the addition and unneeded money into her skirt pocket. Her fists then promptly plant to her hips, shoulders rolled back and chin uptilted. "And it's not /Neon-Girl/. It's Katsumi Oshiro, the Punk Princess," she proudly corrects, with a bit of self-aware theatric flavor to her voice. "The chick that's gonna beat all your lame American wrestlers! The one you just thought of? Yeah, that one too! And even that ex of yours!"

Wink.

"Free of charge."

Freefall has posed:
"Oh shit! You did." When Katsumi VERY POLITELY re-asserts that she paid, Roxanne does her job like she's supposed to. Minus the whole 'get blown away by trarnsformations and tiny women eating way too much food' schtick. Roxy observes Katsumi doing the hands-on-hips thing, fixes the wrestler with a wry eye, and tilts her head in reply. Fingers scratch at one multiply-pierced ear, and Roxanne offers, matter-of-fact, "I dunno how punk it is if you, like... if it's your NAME. Punk Princess? You gotta be -really- punk. Anyway, if you're serious, I'll come check out one a' the shows sometime. You remind me a lil' bit of an old friend of mine." Roxy offers Kat a tired but earnest smile..

and somebody else walks in. Already his eyes are scanning the menu like there's some kind of foreign language written there. Roxanne looks to Katsumi, then back to the door, and offers an apologetic shrug. She's gotta get back to work. She DOES slip Katsumi a receipt - 59!

"You're gonna love those chicken wings, dude. Hey! Guy!" A wave to the newcomer. "Welcome to Halo Burger! I'm not actually an ordained priest so don't even start!"

The night goes on for poor Roxanne...

Bakeneko has posed:
Receipt is taken, and Katsumi lifts an index finger. "I didn't choose the name. The audience did." And she still has no idea that the 'princess' part was added because she's so darn girlie. She'd have a /fit/ over that. "But hey, there's only the one show I'm gonna be doing here in the States. Tickets are almost sold out, but..." Despite the man's growing eagerness behind her, Katsumi is taking a moment to consider Roxy. "..look. Okay? Your ex is a f***ing gorilla, but it bugs me that maybe - I don't know, /maybe/ - it might've been me - ORANYOTHERGIRL! - that he went all stupid over and caused you some junk. So lemme pull some strings." She offers the receipt back to Roxy. "Put your name on that and give it back to me. I'll tell the people backstage to let you come hang out. No ticket. My treat. Cool?"

Katsumi is promptly bumped by the guy behind her. She stumbles a little and shoots a glare back at the large man. "Watch it, jackass!" She whirls back around to Roxy and thumbs over her shoulder, "Big'un here is about to bust a /nut/ if I don't move, so- just bring me the receipt back!"

She begins walking backwards towards the tables, and she points at Roxy. "/With/ your name on it!"

Rift has posed:
Kitora Alua is just looking around, eyebrow raised at Katsumi as she managed to shovel down half her monstrosity platter with no hint of stopping. She then glances at everyone staring at her - and waves, clearing her mouth before saying, "Wow - I should make tickets and sell them." She giggles as she gets back to work, tuning out what's going on.

Freefall has posed:
Well *that* was something. Roxanne looks at the receipt she's been given back, and then at the customer who just walked into the restaurant. She offers the guy a shrug, expression stating absolute unspoken apology.

"I dunno, man. She's famous and she wants to give me free tickets to a sold out show or somethin'?" The guy seems more or less to underrstand. Roxanne finishes out the next slew of orders, which is - funnily enough! - synchronous with her taking her break. While she's not about to go sit over at the girl's table, interrupt her lunch, and talk about nothing for thirty minutes, Roxanne *DOES* see that the receipt gets back to Katsumi.

`tickets better be DOPE. ~Roxy~. 718-242-3908.`