The Surly Spoon

[tdc25]

The Galaxy is such a terrifying place without a friendly face in sight. A month has gone by since the unfortunate, embarrassing events of the treasured Elcarii Crystal. A waitress droid stood inside of a dive, near the tired looking counter. She wasn’t focusing on anyone or anything, certainly not her job, but was thinking how she could get out of this greasy spoon.

“‘Ay Teedee,” A rough voice called out to the machine, “This soup is gettin’ cold. Take it to table 30 like I told ya!”

The robot uncrossed her arms, “Fine,” She said with an annoyed edge to her voice. She took the lukewarm bowl and approached the customer.

“Sorry about the wait, here is your,” She paused after she placed the dish on the table, unsure of what the meal really was. It looked like it had a goop-like consistency. Eating was something the fembot could never experience, but staring at this soup made her glad that she couldn’t. “Um, soup.” She finished after a slight pause, attempting to be friendly.

The Rodian costumer shot her a slight glare and began eating his order, “Hey, this soup’s cold! It would’ve been nice if you warmed it up.”

The waitress left in a huff muttering, “Cha skrunee da pat, Sleemo.”

Really, the droid wasn’t created for this kind of work. She was a translator, a machine that functioned for protocols. The robot was frustrated that the diner has become her home, albeit a temporary one. While gruff the owner has been slightly kind, kind enough to let an obviously frustrated and unmotivated fembot work here. She wondered if she was being ungrateful. It was a possibility. TD leaned back on the counter as she looked out the large windows.

It least there’s a nice view here.

@Maya Whitelight

 

[Maya Whitelight]

Walking down the street just getting done with another one of her fathers low paying jobs she had her own. Knowing that this was a form of punishment for what she pulled with the slaves. It would come to pass everything did right, like how it was getting easier with the passing of her mother, then dreams would come to her softly speak to her to seek out and finish the training she had started with her.

It had been what more then 5 years, sure she would been welcome to stay in the tribe that her mother had taken up as Mother Healer. It was her father blood in her that told her she need to see what the galaxy was like, that she did. Even those she knew how to speak basic her mother teaching her that for more when went into town to trade and get supplies.

Accent she once had wasn't as thick any more but still there. Like everything else she had to go cheap for her meal. Then again she could always find a planet that she could go hunting on for food. Putting her hand on her right hip she guess this joint would have to do to fill her tummy. Shaking out a few strain of her hair from in front of her eyes. Entering the place, as any kind of lower class places nothing much to tell about the place. Taking a table closes to the door as she had to keep an eye on Hunter so he wouldn't get into any mischief while she was in here.

Waiting now only for her order to be taken, as she once again got stares as if control her pheromones wasn't hard enough so was her temper at this time she just wished that others would just mind there own business.

@tdc25

 

[Robbie White]

(Can I join? @tdc25)

 

[Tristyn]

(Can I join too?)

@tdc25

 

[tdc25]

(Messaging you both now, Robbie and Boertjie.)

The droid watched silently as various individuals passed by building. She felt that rougher faces were becoming more common in these streets. The robot shuffled her shoulders uncomfortably; she was fine with whoever she was serving as long as they didn’t pull out a blaster. She liked to think that organics were smart enough to tell the difference between a diner and Cantina, regardless of how the outside looked.

As she thought and internally made dry jokes about some of the passing crowds, the door of the restaurant opened. The sound of the small chimes from the door caught TD’s interest. A Zeltron woman entered, acting rather cautious about who to look at. Judging by the rest who frequented here the girl probably got into the wrong crowd, the machine thought. With a quiet, stressed sigh the waitress straightened her white apron and grabbed a menu to greet the new face.

The droid approached her with a mock happiness, “Ah, hello,” While the metal plating of her face showed little emotion, she did a decent impression of a smile with what she had to work with, “Welcome to our establishment. My name is TD-C25 and I’ll be your waitress tonight.” She set the menu on the table.
The worker clasped her hands together, “May I start you off with a drink, perhaps a coffee?”

 

[Maya Whitelight]

Giving a soft smile upon her face after which came something more of a look over of her waitress."Thank you TD-C25, I would love a cup of coffee do you have a little of nerf creamer to go in it.", after all it would take the bitterness of the coffee. Wondering now if there was more to this one that was serving her right now. After which she would welcome the menu. "So what you say is there best dish here."

After all she knew that she needed to start some where in the joint. Just maybe she was trying to strike up small talked. Right yea ones around might seem like it strange for her to be doing this with someone like her. Then again she really didn't care like most stuff now days. Giving a way nothing more then just that that she was very friendly maybe nothing like what one would think a normal Zeltron should be in these parts.