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[spümpkin]

Jones doesn't flinch.

"We just kinda ended up here, Cap'n, but that doesn't mean we got any less right to be here. Why're you here? Huh?"

Tony looks at Lieselotte with a worried expression.

"WE'RE REALLY SORRY MISS, HE JUST CAME UP TO OUR TABLE AND THREATENED US!"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Lieselotte's expression doesn't change.
"They are customers, sir, and they have as much right to dine here as you. Please, sit down and put your weapon away or I will have to remove you from the premises."

[TCM]

The Captain, continuing to stare down the skeletons, removes his hand from the hilt and steps back onto the floor. "I have been the victim of one too many acts of skeleton treachery to be at ease. There is only one solution to this. Bleebo!"

A figure adorned in the traditional voodoo-mancer outfit, mask and grass skirt and all, materializes out from under the table Jones and Tony are sitting at. King Bleebo rolls a few feet away from the floor before gracefully somersaulting into a standing position with his arms outstretched dramatically. "The people of days past, I sense their underworldly presence! Jajajajajajajaja~"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Apart from the waitress Sabrina jumping in shock and falling over, and Kina staring with wide eyes at it, none of the staff or regulars react.

Lieselotte, as always, fails to give a fuck.
"Voodoo rituals are not permitted in eateries."

[TCM]

"No rituals required! As you will see, Bleebo has an innate knowledge for these sort of things."

The Caribbean King stands over both of the skeletons, holding his shaking palms over each of their skulls. "Speak to me of your true nature o' dead ones, are you friend of foe?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Ayane just stares at the spectacle. From the look on her face, she's either contemplating retirement or jumping off a building to not deal with this crap.

[kj1225]

Ian is sipping on his nearly empty soda after having eaten his sandwich. He contemplates what places Elf might have bothered to flesh out so he has someplace to go when he leaves.

[SOLDIER First]

Lionan is thoroughly grumpy again.
_{"Great service.."}

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((good joke))
One of the waitresses who isn't busy falling over, Haruka, heads over to Lionan after negotiating her way through the tables on her wheelchair.
"Sorry about that, sir. What would you like to order?"

[SOLDIER First]

"..No problem."
He orders a suitably generic meal and drink.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Suitably generic indeed.
"Is that all?"

[SOLDIER First]

"Do you give personal massages here? Yeah."

[TheBiggerFish]

Alanis lazily puts up a kinetic shell over her table in case things start flying about. 

"...Mondays, huh?"

Alan just sort of shrinks back into the nearest corner, palms pressed to his face.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Tuesdays, actually. What's wrong with him?"
Kina motions to Alan.

The redhead in the beret feels a bit slighted at being ignored, but goes back to working on whatever she had been working on before.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Multiverse shock or something.  That and he's not ever been in or near a fight before."