paixaorpg | What do you get when a talking ferret, a green midget and an amnesic princess sit down to dinner?

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What do you get when a talking ferret, a green midget and an amnesic princess sit down to dinner?

Character(s): Daxter, Garnet 'Dagger' til Alexandros, Yoda, anyone else?
Content: Daxter, Garnet and Yoda sit down for dinner and discuss Garnets memory loss.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: early evenining
Warnings: none

It was sometime later that the odd company Yoda found himself in entered Café Ersesat.

Judging by the fake sky it was just about dusk, or what amounted to it in the city of Paixao. He had been quiet throughout the uneventful journey from Vanaheim gate, meditationg upon Garnets’ memory loss.

Unless he reached into her with the Force there was no way he would be able to help her quickly, although some problems needed more physical methods. But there was nothing here on this strange world to jog her memory unless someone from her “world” had been sucked here as well, but using the journals to discover that could put them all at risk. He would ask their opinions in a moment, after they had all settled down in comfortable chairs around a table in the back of the café.

He struggled to get into his seat, the chairs bottom being several centimeters above his head. He could have just used the Force to hop up into it, but that would be irresponsible. Life put challenges in your’ path for a reason, whether it was memory loss or getting into a chair. After a few moments of struggle, ignoring any offers of help he managed to seat himself. His eyes were just visible over the tables top.

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Garnet had followed, questions occasionally asked, but mostly to herself. She didn't want the others to know the extent of her confusion-- if it weren't already apparent. She didn't want to seem too helpless, or too confused, though it was obvious enough that she was both.

How did one just suddenly, without any prompt or warning, forget everything, including who they were? It made no sense, and reeked of some sort of spell. Actually, she couldn't imagine it being anything less. If the boy that had left was just like her... Well, that brought up the question of, "Why her?" and she really couldn't recall a logical reason.

But she knew that she was hungry-- she just couldn't even recall what sort of things she liked to eat. Nor could she even really recall what half the dishes listed were. Would she even know if she was eating good food? These curious musings plagued her while she waited for Yoda to sit.

And she didn't take a seat until he was seated. It seemed like the polite thing to do.

Daxter had been unusually quiet along the walk there, or at least for the first half. The second half it was just too quiet, so Daxter had settled for making random, rhetorical observations. He was still very adamant about one thing. "Some architects need to be fired! Not even Haven City looked this bad!"

He wasn't particularly hungry, not until they got into the cafe. And then, he realized, he was ravenous. He hadn't eaten since the night before, and it felt like hours had passed inbetween his arrival to this strange city (sans his best friend, which damnit, this was the second time that had happened) and their entrance into the cafe.

He could do with some food, sure. And nothing was better than making sure he got to eat it with a pretty girl. As soon as Yoda and Garnet sat down, Daxter assumed his place at the table. Right in Garnet's lap.

Yoda noticed that Garnet had waited on him to be seated and chuckled when Daxter leaped up into her lap. How would they be able to eat positioned like that? Oh well, he was sure they’d figure something out.

He grabbed a menu off of the table and began trying to hand it to Garnet. Failing that after a few moments, he managed to slide it in front of her. Picking up his own menu he began to peruse his options. He was unfamiliar with most of the foods listed (what was a burger?) but was always up for trying new things.

After a moment he asked, “Recognize anything do you?” If she recognized anything on the menu it could help them with her memory. He wondered what kind of food it was exactly that this place served.

Garnet glanced at the menu again, and she slowly read down the list of items offered-- and none of them seemed familiar. Not one of them, as she feared. And she sighed, a bit dramatically, trying to ignore the rodent in her lap. (She could already tell that this wasn't going to work.)

She shook her head and pointed at one of the choices randomly (what was a teriyaki chicken? Did it taste good?) and said, "I, ah, think I want this..." A pout before she handed the menu to Daxter. "How are we going to pay for this...?"

She glanced around, and then at her cloak, which she needed to take off. "It doesn't seem that I have any money..."

Daxter looked at the menu himself, once it was handed to him, and tilted his head at it. "Well, a little on the blah side, but food's food-- where's the alcohol?" This menu didn't have a drink selection!

Well, hell. That just ruined his plans! He grumbled and threw the menu back onto the table. "Eh, I'll just eat the stupid cheeseburger without a beer. Lousy son of a--"

He bit down the words and placed his elbow on the table, stewing not quite so silently.

Beer? What was that? The question was quickly driven out of his mind by Garnets' much more pressing one. Yoda really didn't want to use the Force to steal a meal from these honest buisiness people but they needed to eat. He'd work it out later. "Take care of it I will, worry about it not."

Over a waiter and waited for the others to place their orders before ordering the 'cheese burger' that Daxter had wanted. He didn't bother asking about the beer figuring that it might be something from the furry creatures home world.

When that was all settled he brought out his journal and popped it open on the table displaying the map of Paixao city. "A course of action we should decide. A place to stay we will need and together shall we stay or away from me do you wish to go?" He didn't say this last with any sense of remorse but rather with practicallity. Garnet would no doubt be safer with him than without but an old mans' company can grow tiresome and she might want some time alone. He voiced his thoughts, "Saftey in numbers there are but comfort, maybe not. Protect you I will if with me you stay and assist you with your memory recovering."

Speaking of memories, one just came back to him. Earlier at the gate Daxter had claimed to be a hero. That wasn't someone people just went around saying. Looking at the rodent (or trying to over the table) he asked "Why a hero did you call yourself? Size matters not, but a bold claim that is."

Garnet looked down at the question, uncertainity playing in her eyes. She wasn't sure which she should do-- but logic was telling her it would be a good idea to stay with this man, Yoda. She didn't know how to defend herself, nor did she have any money with which to make a trip.

Answer resolved, and menu gone with the orders, Garnet looked up again and smiled, "I hope it won't be too much trouble if I choose to stay with you, Yoda?" It was a matter of practicality, and where could she possibly go by herself?

Where would she go? Would there be anyone in this city who could say they knew her? She hoped there was someone... She wanted more than a name. Her hands rested against the edge of the table. Daxter, was too familiar for her comfort and she laughed a bit nervously. "Could you please move, Daxter? This is too awkward for me."

Daxter hopped up onto the table at Dagger's request, but not without some quiet grumbling of how he was comfortable. And then he hopped into one of the remaining chairs at the table, leaning against it. "Sure thing, Garnet, babe!" And then he stood erect.

Hah! Someone had paid attention to his claim of being a hero! Which he was, he and Jak were celebrated throughout Haven City for the death of Baron Praxis and the Metalheads. What more could Daxter have asked for? Well, landing in Paixao would not have been at the top of his request list, at any rate.

He grinned. "You're lookin' at one of the two guys who single handedly saved Haven City! My buddy, Jak, ain't here yet... Hell, maybe he won't come here, since it's all random. Which is weird, because Jak's the one who has all this crazy destiny crap going on, not me!"

But, hey, maybe this was his time to shine!

Good, Garnets' reasoning was sound. It seemed as though only her memory was gone and not her keenness of mind.

He raised his ears as Daxter jumped on to the table. What planet (or world rather), did this guy come from? "Haven city, heard of it I have not." So he had saved a city. Well, it didn't seem as though either of their worlds had discovered interplanetary travel yet so this was quite an accomplishment for a primitive world. Daxters pride was emanating from him like light from a glow fly. So as not to hurt his companions feelings he pretended to be mildly impressed (which he partially was) and didn't mention that he had saved hundreds of planets during his 900 years and therefore countless cities.

Looking back to Garnet he asked, "Where think you most comfortable will feel if the night we stay for?" saying this, he showed her the map on the journal and highlighted several hotels.

Garnet 'ahhed' appreciatively at Daxter's story, which, sure there wasn't much of it to 'ahh' at, but she didn't terribly mind. It would be a tale told best for later, wouldn't it? Later when they weren't about to eat, perhaps. She wondered if she had done anything daring in her life, but the answer certainly wasn't revealing itself for her, and she sighed.

Her eyes moved to glance over the journal, and at the locations marked. Wouldn't it make sense to go to the closest one...? Unless there was a price issue, but that only fleetingly crossed her mind. If one was too expensive, they were likely all to be.

"I believe we should go to the closest one, it would make the most sense..." She glanced up, the food was already there, and good thing. She was more hungry than she had originally thought.

Daxter didn't really care about the conversation coming up, so instead focused on the food that was being placed in front of him. With there being no beer, he was only slightly disappointed, but they definitely needed something to drink this all down with, didn't they?

So he turned to the waiter. "Hey! How d'ya expect us to eat with nothin' to drink?! Go get some water for us! Eesh!" he said, tapping his foot on the chair while the waiter quickly ran off to do that.

... He should have asked for a booster chair while he was at it.

Garnets' logic made sense. Still, he had hoped that some preference would have arisen that could have clued them into who she was exactly. But she was to kind and smart for something like that to have worked. He should have known.

His “burger” finally arrived along with everyone else’s food and Daxter immediately began complaining about drinks. What a high maintenance person. After a moments struggle to lift the burger from his plate, he hesitantly took a bite… …and immediately began to gag! He coughed into a napkin, momentarily glad for his height. He immediately turned to the waiter Daxter had been pestering “How you get so big eating food of this kind!” How disgusting!

He promptly hopped down from his chair and began hobbling off toward the kitchen. Turning to his company he said “Continue your’ eating, return in a moment I will.” And with that he disappeared into the back of the store.

A few loud noises later and Yoda returned carrying a bowl of some sort of brown liquid with what looked like vegetable peelings floating in it. The bowl gave off an utterly rank smell, similar to that of an old compost heap. Yoda was closely followed by a blond man in an apron who kept saying “Sir, sir! That’s not edible! Please sir!” when the man finally became bold enough to try and take the bowl from the little green man, his hands were promptly rapped by the gimer stick. “My food this is! Take it you will not!” The man sighed and retreated back to his kitchen.

He navigated his way back up into his seat, bowl and all with just as much difficulty as before and once again just as adamantly. While in the back Yoda had used the Force to question the man about the currency, and upon learning that it was simply shiny objects, had summoned several golden leaves from a nearby “tree” next to an open window. How ever, the noises he had made putting together his meal had snapped the man out of induced reverie, by which time Yoda was halfway out of the kitchen. It would have been reckless to use the Force in front of all the customers.

Yoda picked up a spoon and began eating his concoction.

Garnet stared at the food, and awkwardly took hold of one of the forks and one of the knives. It looked strange, but she deduced that was because she had never really seen food. Or rather, she didn't remember seeing any sort of food. As she cut the chicken, she wondered what it would taste like.

How could she forget what food tasted like, though? She ignored the noise of those around her. Which, she should have realized, was simply Daxter being obnoxious as he was wont to do. However, taking a bite out of the food didn't turn to be as disastrous as it had been for Yoda. She found that she rather liked the taste, and was thus surprised when Yoda reacted so violently towards it.

Another bite or two later, as Yoda had went to attend to something, she was also very thankful for Daxter's suggestion of drinks. And she took a sip of the water.

But when Yoda returned, she had to refrain from putting a hand over her nose at the smell of the concoction he had brought back. It didn't smell pleasant at all, she knew that much, and it was all too hard to ignore. But she was too polite to make any sort of demands, and she didn't want to offend the person who had been so kind to her.

Daxter totally didn't mind being high maintenance. It was a right he reserved for making those he cared about cheer up, or frustrating those he really, really didn't like. (Like Samos.) Garnet may have enjoyed the food, but Daxter was of the opinion that the burgers sucked.

Not as badly as Yoda was implying though. Yeesh, what a drama queen! He didn't throw as big of a fit when he found out they didn't have beer! Eh well, to each their own, right? At least one of them was happy.

He was prodding the burger when Yoda returned. And unlike Garnet, he didn't have the politeness to stop him from covering his nose at the new smell invading his senses. His eyes went wide as he stared at the food. It took him a second to find the right way to phrase his question.

"What is that stuff?!"

Yummy! This stuff was delicious! Yoda couldn’t understand why his companions had such feelings of disgust. People really had no idea how to eat right. This stuff was practically pure nutrients! Well, maybe not the dirty dish water he’d added in but hey, what was life without a little sweetness. Oh well.

He looked at Daxter as the rodent like sentient asked him incredulously what it was he was eating. Truth be told he doubted very much that either of them really wanted to know what he’d found piled up in the cafes’ trashcans and corners. “Really want to know do you?”

As an act of charity though he closed his eyes for a moment, unmoving he reached out to the Force, calling upon a light breeze. He had the pleasant aroma of his “stew” swept away in an instant without appearing to have done anything. He downed a few more spoonfuls before looking at Garnet, “To your’ liking the food is? Memories does it bring back?” It was a long shot but maybe what she was eating now was something from her home world. Strange, how the meaning of that phrase had come to change so suddenly.

((ooc: I am sooo sorry for the delay, Jay! DD: Plz forgive me?))

Garnet could breathe a ton easier now that the smell had somehow diverted itself away from her nose, and her smile readily returned before she busied herself with eating the rest of her food. It was delicious, she decided, and it must have been something she'd liked before. Unfortunately, it still didn't bring any memories back.

It was getting late into the afternoon, she realized, and she wondered how long she had been in this place. Had it been a terribly long time? Did the people in her home miss her? Why would she forget? And Daxter was terribly rude, but that thought was what jerked her out of her silent reverie.

She glanced at Daxter and shook her head, hoping he wouldn't pursue the subject anymore.

Daxter looked at the soup and made a face, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head. "Yeuch, I'll pass. Looks like a garbage disposal's dream dinner at an all you can eat buffet, though," he added before grabbing his burger again.

It didn't take long for him to finish it, along with his water. And when he did, he lay against the back of the chair, patting his full belly with a contented look on his face (even though the burger had pretty much sucked). He burped.

Yeah, it could have been worse, but that wasn't half bad, really.

(ooc: np! I'll forgive you if you'll forgive the shortness of this post ^-^)

Garnet didn’t want to talk in front of Daxter? Well, that could be understandable. The little creature seemed harmless enough but his loud mouth seemed to move faster than he could think. Yoda certainly didn’t want to make the poor child uncomfortable and so left the matter alone for now.

His thoughts were interrupted yet again by Daxter. “Garbage!” He let it go; feigned indignation really would be pointless with someone like Daxter. He finished his “soup” seeing as how the others had already finished their meals and dug out a few of the golden leaves and placed them upon the table.

She knew, then, that this was Daxter's nature. He was the kind of person (creature?) who needed to speak whatever thought he had. And it was quite obvious that most of those thoughts were of the rude sort. He would be funnier, perhaps, if his comments were more appropriately timed, but she doubted he ever really timed himself.

But why was she wondering about it? She took another bite of her food, slowly finishing it, even if she had been rather famished. The sun was starting to reach for the horizon, and perhaps this meant that day time would soon be over? Well, no, of course it meant that. She couldn't forget what a sunset looked like, could she?

She glanced out of the windows in the tiny cafe, pushing her plate away to signal that she was finished. Yes, it would be night time within a few hours (she figured). And then, how long would she be like this? Was it permanent? What if this were a second chance, to make up for some error she committed while her memory was intact?

She looked away and smiled, pensive, at the tablecloth. Well, then she would have to make good on whatever it was. Make the best out of what she could-- but she wouldn't give up on regaining her memories. There had to be a way.

Thank goodness for Daxter, to distract her.

With everyone finished, Daxter looked around expectantly. Well? Well? Was anyone going to say anything? Sheez, the conversation had been non-existent! How boring could you possible get? There was always something to talk about, wasn't there? And Daxter, well, he wasn't very tired, especially considering he'd woken up from a nap to find himself there. But the company-- man.

He missed Jak.

"Well? What are you guys waitin' on? The hotel to hit you upside the head? C'mon, let's go! We got a ways to walk, don't we?"

Well Daxter seemed ready to go, Yoda wasn't sure about Garnet though. She'd been quiet for a while now and he hoped she was OK, although her reluctance to talk seemed due largly in part to Daxter. He certainly didn't want to be rude but he needed to know everything he could if he was to help Garnet.

He looked thoughtful for a moment before looking at Daxter. "Ahead of us you can go if ready you are." He glanced at Garnet, making sure she was OK with sending the little fur ball ahead so that they could talk more freely. Of course, Daxter alone and unleashed upon the city might be somewhat dangerous but, well he DID claim to be a hero.

(ooc: YO! Do you want to start a thread with Tani (Stiener) in a little while? It could be interesting.)

((Jay, thank you for your patience with me. I'm uber, uber sorry. Had a muse crisis there, and that never works out well.))

Garnet glanced at Daxter as Yoda asked the question of him, a small, shy smile on her face before she placed her utensils on the plate and pushed it away from her, signifying that she was done. She wasn't sure if Daxter would actually go ahead of them or not.

She didn't say anything to imply her wish though. It didn't seem she had any right to insist that he leave, after all.

Daxter tilted his head for a minute before standing and smoothing his fur down, to be as suave as he could manage for the situation. He had to look good for Garnet, because she'd never see another man like him. In fact, he was partially convinced that meeting him had overwhelmed her, and she made space in her head for the memory of him.

He grinned. "Alright, I'll get us a room, but I get to room with the hot chick," he announced to Yoda before hopping down from the chair.

From there, he walked out of the door, taking the journal and examining it. "Now where's the stupid map on this thing?!"

Well Daxter was gone. Yoda more or less ignored his comment about rooming with the "hot chick" (was that some sort of slang?). He doubted very much that Garnet would want to room with their furry companion, but they would worry about something that trivial when the time came. At least they could speak freely now.

For the next hour or so Yoda gently yet fruitlessly questioned Garnet. The girls' memories were just gone, not simply suppressed but gone. It was almost as though they had never existed in the first place. Yoda let out a sigh, it was no use. He didn't want to probe into Garnets mind for a more thorough search after she had spoken earlier about wanting to lean on her own strength. Besides, he wasn't even sure he could. Things were just too weird with this place and probing around in someone’s head was always dangerous even without the major disturbances in the Force found in this strange city.

“Sorry I am Garnet. I tiring day for you this has been. To the hotel let us be going, some rest we both require.” He hopped down from his seat, waited for Garnet and then began hobbling towards the exit. The Actua Are seemed fairly close by so that was taken care of. Well then off they were.

(ooc: np, muse trouble sucks. I hope this is a decent wrap up, if there’s any problem just say so and I’ll delete this and rewrite my post. Also, since you’re going on a possible Hiatus if I don’t see a post soon I’ll just assume that Garnet’s “went to sleep” and have Yoda move on. Have a fun and safe trip!”

(Sounds good to me! Also, Steiner did post on the MB. I maaaaaaay not be going on hiatus. It all depends on the wireless available. But thank you for your patience! And if you want to move on anyway, that's fine. n_n)

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