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Character(s): Colette Brunel and YOU! Multiple-threads are okay!
Content: Colette the clumsy waitress brings you food!
Setting: Jountenheim's Cheap Eats
Time: Lunchtime-afternoon, Week 40
Warnings: None yet!

Anybody who went to Jountenheim’s Cheap Eats today to have a bite to eat may get their clothes dirty.

Today was Colette’s first day as a waitress at the restaurant. She just went for a bite to eat and heard from some of the staff that the place was a little short of waiters. Considering the fact that she had no real lead on how to help everyone get out of Castle Oblivion and back home and that Zelos told her that it was okay to relax a little (although she still did worry about home to some extent) and because she was not the type to turn away from somebody in need, Colette agreed to help and so she was hired.

So far, however, she was exactly having a great day at work. The restaurant was surprisingly packed that day and she was having a problem remembering some of the right orders for the right tables. Not to mention that Colette was not exactly known for her balancing skills. Therefore, a few times, she actually had to go back to the kitchen and process the orders again, thanks to her occasionally tripping and spilling food over the place.

[Multi-thread logs allowed! Comment if you want Colette to spill wine/food all over you or break your glass or plate from her tripping over. Or if you just want her to serve the food or just talk with her, that’s also fine. Just ordering from her is cool as well. Whatever!]

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Roderich had been keeping a close eye on Flandre for the last couple of days. While he wasn't the most observant of nations, he had noticed something being off about the young woman, and it seemed to be getting worse as time went by. But, she hadn't mentioned anything yet, and he didn't want to cross the line by bringing it up himself. So, he would wait. Hopefully she would trust him enough to ask for help... and if not, he would finally take matters into his own hands.

She'd become irritable, anxious, and almost unceasingly thirsty. It worried him, because he wondered if she had become sick with something humans normally got. She also was getting tired more easily than normal... Usually she would be flying around checking things out and the past few days she had spent walking through the city.

He hoped that going somewhere out of the residence they were staying in would help. Having food that wasn't prepared by one of themselves. (He wasn't the best cook, unless he was making sweets.) And, this restaurant seemed inviting enough.

He made a decision and set down his menu, carefully watching the girl across from him and the people around them. Flandre's behavior change and the citizens were making him wary.

"Hello, may I take your order?" A young blond girl appeared right next to them with a cheerful smile on her face. She had just gotten a fresh, clean apron after her previous one had wine stains on it from, well, an accident at the last table. She really did not want to mess up this one.

Flandre watched Colette approach, placing a finger on the menu so she wouldn't forget the name of what she wanted. She glanced down briefly once or twice to be sure she had it right. Ordering from a menu was still such a new experience. At the other girl's bright expression she eyed her warily.

"Um, yes. I'll have a large glass of water." A beat. "And a slice of cake." with that said, she shifted her eyes away from their waitress, feigning interest in the surface texture of the table. It wasn't that the other things on the menu were unappealing to her-- on the contrary, any other day she would be brimming with curiosity at the strange cuisine-- however, at the moment the only thing she wanted was something to dampen her throat. The cake was simply a necessity, of course.

Roderich's eyes glanced up from his menu as Flandre ordered. He was sure she would choose something different, not something so... plain. It was another thing to add to the growing list of things that were worrying him about the girl. He smiled at Colette, masking his worry for Flandre.

"I'll also have the cake, and tea, please." There were a couple of things that caught his eye, but he would try those later. First, he had to see if he could get some information from Flandre about just what was going on with her.

"Right - two cakes, one water and tea. I'll get them right away!" And with that, she turned and headed straight towards the kitchen, determined to get this right...

Unfortunately, Colette somehow missed the dessert trolley right in front of her..

CRASH!

Cakes and dishes come flying out of the trolley, splatting and crashing on the floor. Some of them may land on your table or maybe even on your clothes instead!

Oh boy. The sudden splatter of dishes and cakes and creams comes right at their table, and the noise and sudden bits of frosting on Flandre's hair and shoulder startles her right out of her thoughts. She starts, a yelp leaving her mouth like a cat in a tub of ice water. Her iron wings immediately swing up, and she lifts into the air above the table.

Several wide-eyed gasps later, her eyes fall on Colette, and she growls, fists thrown straight to her sides in stift indignation. For a moment it doesn't even occur to her that the blond girl might have really only made a mistake, her mind still buzzing with anxious fatigue. If nothing else, what Flandre finally does settle on as the reason for the crash is how rude.

Roderich was spared being hit with most of the food arsenal, due to where he was sitting at the table. What startled him the most though, was Flandre's reaction. The fists balled at her sides weren't normal for her, and paired with her staying in the air...that caused alarm bells. She would normally come back down relatively quickly.

"Flandre..." He said calmly, reaching for a napkin to offer her to clean up what had hit her. "It seems to have been just an accident." H offered her the napkin in his hand, a smile on his face, ignoring all stares from the people around them.

Colette, meanwhile, had fallen backwards and landed on her bottom. It took her a few seconds to register completely what had happened. When she did, she opened her mouth in horror.

"Oh, no....I did it again!"

The young Chosen then stood up, brushing cake off her apron and turned around to see the angry girl with wings facing her. "I-I'm sorry!" she cried. She was a little worried about the menacing look the girl on her face. Colette was perfectly capable of defending herself but she would rather avoid a fight, anyway. Besides, she could not blame the girl for feeling so angry when she herself should have looked where she was going, anyway!

Flandre growled again at Colette, irrational anger still seething through her veins. The situation seemed one step removed from her own thoughts, her hard breathing far too close in her own ears. Her eyes flickered between Roderich and Colette, mind buzzing and racing to grip what was happening versus what she was feeling. Finally her eyes landed on the napkin and she breathed in slowly, valiantly attempting to compose herself.

Most of the tension drained from her shoulders and she took up the offered napkin, hands shaking as she delicately wiped the food from her hair and hat.

"An accident?" She grumbled, looking away from Colette. "If it was such an accident then why have an oaf waiting at all?" Anger cooling, she floated back down to the ground; folding the napkin in a triangle and setting it aside. Slowly, her red eyes slid back to Colette and moved past her-- stopping on a cake that had managed to stay intact a few inches from the girl's feet.
Flandre lifted her hand, what seemed like an electric charge building up in her palm, causing a similar force to appear on the cake, crackling wildly before BOOM! Her hand crushed into a fist and at the same instance the cake exploded, erupting frosting and pieces in a splattering mess.

A smile found her lips and she set herself back onto her seat calmly. For just a moment, she felt much better than she had in quite a few days.

Roderich watched as Flandre had her tempter tantrum, sitting patiently and quietly, making sure he paid attention to details. He wanted to make sure he talked to her about her behavior later when she calmed down.

What really worried him was, strangely, the cake exploding. Sure, she could fly...or float... however you want to put it, but he hadn't seen her do something like this before. The cake splattered everywhere, including on him, and he sighed before grabbing his napkin, again, and wiping off his face. He noticed her calming down after she sat down though, and gave her a look.

"Feeling better?"

Colette yelped and jumped back as the cake exploded, her angel wings sprouting out and food falling onto her dress. She floated up a few feet from the ground, her arms up in defence. Oh no, this girl was not going to try and fight her....was she?

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Sorry this is late!

naw you're fine ;D

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omg I'm sorry Colette Flandre is a huge brat ;-;

I'm sorry this tag took me forever... Notif fail then muse fail, then mun fail...

Re: I'm sorry this tag took me forever... Notif fail then muse fail, then mun fail...