The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Verbatim]

Getting as comfortable as he can, Caleb looks around and sees that Anne is missing from their gathering. Hoping everything is all right with her, Caleb's stomach forces him to consentrate on the matter at hand.

"I'd love a Mic Ultra and chips ma'am. When the others are ready we can get the good stuff."

Smiling at her while she listens to the others, Caleb has to admit that so far it seems that Hoffman has given him a good crew to work with.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I'll have some cheezy nachos. I'm not too hungry. And a ginger ale, if you have it."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"The chicken fajitas, please. Oh, and a couple lemon wedges?"

 

[loxmyth]

"I'd love a Mic Ultra and chips ma'am. When the others are ready we can get the good stuff."

"What exactly is a Mic Ultra, Caleb?" asks Daunte, scanning the menu. "Sounds like maybe it's from the southern super-industrialized part of Mexico, the part I'm not so familiar with."

 

[Jarval]

Eloisa quickly jots down your orders onto her notepad.

Daunte slid into seat next to John. "This table's perfect," he assures the waitress. "Can we get a pitcher of water?" He scrutinized the menu for a moment before returning his attention to Eloisa. "Do you recommend anything? How are your burritos?"

"Our burritos are good." She replies to Daunte's question. "Personally, I'd recommend the chicken enchiladas, but everything on the menu is pretty great. Although, since I work here, I might have a bit of a biased opinion." She smiles at Daunte.

The restaurant door opens, and two men walk in. One is in his late twenties, while the other is hitting his mid forties. Both are dressed in the brown uniforms of the Sheriff's Office, and both take seats at a booth. Eloisa waves happily at the older man, then returns her attention to your group.

"Alright then, will there be anything else?" She asks, tapping her pen on the edge of the notebook.



OoC:

"What exactly is a Mic Ultra, Caleb?" asks Daunte, scanning the menu. "Sounds like maybe it's from the southern super-industrialized part of Mexico, the part I'm not so familiar with."

(It is (at least as far as my Google-fu leads me to belive) a draft beer. Of course, I could be totally wrong on this, so complain to the waitress and not me if the order's wrong... )

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"That's fine, thanks," says John with a smile, assuming no one else chimes in. Once the waitress has left, he turns to the others. "To business?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"That's fine, thanks," says John with a smile, assuming no one else chimes in. Once the waitress has left, he turns to the others. "To business?"

"Sure, but we might want to talk to those fellows over there," Lisa says, pointing to the sherrifs. "I imagine we'll want to introduce ourselves sooner or later, and we might as well see what they can tell us."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Hmm? Oh! I didn't notice them. Yeah, not a bad idea."

 

[loxmyth]

"Our burritos are good." She replies to Daunte's question. "Personally, I'd recommend the chicken enchiladas, but everything on the menu is pretty great. Although, since I work here, I might have a bit of a biased opinion." She smiles at Daunte.

"Alright then," Daunte decides, leaning forward a bit in his chair, "sign me up for an order of chicken enchiladas." When the waitress leaves, he joins in the conversation.

"So let's go talk to them," he suggests, then stands and does exactly that. "Hey there, I take it you fellows are with the Sherrif's department? I'm with Animal Control and I'm wondering if either of you two are the Sherrif or knows where he's at?"

 

[Jarval]

Both men look up from their own conversation as Daunte speaks. The older man suddenly takes more of an interest at the words 'Animal Control'.

"So, you the people they were sending down from Atlanta?" He asks. "I'm Sheriff Barrington, at his is Deputy Howard. Good to see they're taking some action about this bear problem we're having." He extends a hand to Daunte