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[kindaruledatit]

Who: Wendy and Daria, and YOU!
What: Two girls, serving food and sass
Where: Pizza Planet, Hollywood Studios
When: 15th-ish
Warnings: Extra cheesy

A: Working Hard

[As far as restaurants went in the Hollywood studios area, you could definitely do worse than Pizza Planet. The space-themed restaurant managed to stand out from its surroundings, and also fit in entirely with the style of the park itself. Large robotic-looking animatronics guard the front doors, giving way as you enter into a world of arcades and good that is Actually Not Bad. Not to mention varied, beyond just pizza. Wendy's opinion was firm, there were definitely worse places to work.

Of course, Wendy wasn't alone in this. Thankfully, she had Daria. Between the two of them working the registers, it's a wonder that everyone's getting their orders so quickly. But they're here anyway, ready to take your order! Or not. At least they're supposed to.]

B: Hardly Working

[Break time! Music to Wendy's ears. Is is actually break time? Maybe. What are you gonna say about it? As far as right now goes, there's just enough time for her to shrug off responsibilities and go check out the plethora of arcade machines in here.

From space-themed cabinets, to space-themed crane machines, to even the stranger things, like... whatever this is referencing. Either way, Wendy's currently owning at it, smacking down every alien head that pops out of the body with the practiced finesse of someone that's really good at hitting things.

And if she runs out of time, well, the storage compartment for the coin slot sure is wide open right now.]

[OOC: Replies will come from both Wendy and Daria!]

Comments

B

[dothebackslide]

Yes. Good. Murder them.

[Backslide is just stacking straws into what will eventually become a huge tower but is currently more of a small cabin.]

[kindaruledatit]

Workin' on it!

[Really, just watch her go- awww, it's over. The high score continues to elude her grasp.]

This isn't over, you- Whoa. [She was already digging into her uniform for a coin, when she actually notices who was talking to her. And what he's doing.]

Dude, what is that?

[dothebackslide]

Murder! An endless goal in the ENDLESS FIELD OF LIFE!

[He blinks and looks back at his straw creation.]

Its a little cabin. Soon it will be demolished by eAGER SETTLERS!

[kindaruledatit]

Yeaaa-Ohhh, wait, no. That's kinda weird.

[And you're saying "murder" a lot. It's a little troubling.]

So, who are the settlers?

[dothebackslide]

Is it WEIRD to REPEATEDLY SMASH a DUMMY and expect it to LIVE? [Cause that ain't him causing the dummy pain

His expression shifts from over-the-top to thoughtful as he considers the question carefully, twirling his cigarette holder. He's not smoking inside (yet) because he hasn't put in the tobacco but but he's puffing on it all the same out of habit.]

Depends. What do you thinks funniest?

[kindaruledatit]

...Dude, it's not like I'm smacking a real alien. It's just a game, y'know? [She wouldn't never hit an alien that didn't deserve it. And the astronaut with all the aliens bursting out of his chest doesn't seem to mind much, so it's probably cool.

Wendy will belatedly remember that there's probably some rule in here that prohibits smoking, but that won't be right now.]

Funniest would be... I dunno, bears, maybe.

[dothebackslide]

LIFE is a GAME. BE ALIEN RACIST AND KILL HIM.

[He paces around the cabin of straws, nodding slowly.]

Yeah that'll work.

[And then he kicks it, sending drink tubes and emergency induction ports and other novel names for novel novelty straws toppling to the ground.]

WHOOPS LOOKS LIKE GOLDILOCKS COULDN'T PAY RENT! SHE'S LOST HER HOUSE!!

[kindaruledatit]

Hey, come on. Some of my favorite people are aliens.

[She watches him knock it all down... and lets out a slow sigh.]

And I just realized that I probably have to clean that up.

[dothebackslide]

MAYBE THEY SHOULDN'T BE SO BAD AT BASKETBALL THEN!

[Suddenly Dan Backslide, wearing a bear mask, is right next to her.]

Don't worry girlie! Me and my Bear Business Partners are gonna rebuild this whole area! Not that kind of bear partners, mind you, but keep in mind, THINGS GET FREAKY AFTER HOURS!

Once Bear and Branch get ahold of this property from that old sad sack Goldilocks, this mess will be a thing of the past! We'll have towers and shopping malls of all kinds for all your bear business needs! ALL OF THEM! EVERY SINGLE NEED!

[kindaruledatit]

[Hm.




Slowly scoots away from him.]

Okay, you're... not making any kind of sense. Like, at all.

[dothebackslide]

I'm talking BUSINESS! BEAR HOTELS, BEAR RESTAURANTS, A FUNNY BEAR THIRD THING! WE COULD REVIVE BEAR BORDERS, BEAR TOYS R US, BEAR HASTINGS, BEAR CUPPY'S COFFEE! BEAR WHOSITS AND WHATSITS APLENTY! ALL WE GOTTA DO IS TEAR DOWN ONE LITTLE GIRL'S SHACK! BUSINESS, RIGHT AT YOUR BEAR FINGERPAWTIPS! THE POTENTIAL IS AS INFINITE AS THE NOSE ON YOUR FACE'S FACE!

[kindaruledatit]

What are you even talking about?! What's any of this got to do with bears? Stop talking about bears!

[this was a mistake]

[dothebackslide]

AH-HA! I SEE! SO ITS TIME FOR A GAME OF DISAPPEARING BEARS!

[kindaruledatit]

A I being pranked. Is this a camera show.

[dothebackslide]

[He shoves a bear mask at Wendy.]

Its calling you. The bears are within us all.

[kindaruledatit]

[For whatever reason, she accepts the mask, staring at it.]

So, uh, this is going to be a thing.

[Fine, she'll put the mask on.]

[dothebackslide]

[Her whole body shifts and changing, transforming into a monster beyond her comprehension, her human life disappearing through her fingertips- no she's fine it's just a shitty dollar store mask.

But now there's a puppet of a blond girl hopping in front of her, Dan Backslide covering his mouth "casually" as the puppet hops around on his hand.]

You! You're the one who destroyed my house! How could you do this?!

[kindaruledatit]

[Thank goodness this isn't Ryslig.

But Wendy is a girl who enjoys some good nonsense, especially after the adventures she'd been through, but right now she's wearing a cheap mask while a green man is waving a puppet at her.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she misses Jiminy Cricket.]

So... [Lowers the mask, a single eyebrow raised incredulously.] This is really weird, dude.

[dothebackslide]

[He waves it at her for a few moments before the puppet slows down.]

...this is the usually part where you act like this is real and we have some slapstick.

[standingonmyneck]

[Someone came up to this scene from behind the counter as well as actually manage to put her book down for it.]

Ah, so the Grand Straw Shortage Mystery's solved.

[dothebackslide]

[He's wearing a deerstalker cap now, puffing on an empty cigar.]

Yes, I've been investigating for some time. And I have good reason to believe the Straw Fiend is IN THIS VERY ROOM!

[standingonmyneck]

[...Why was this happening right now. Why did she get the crazy ones. Why any of this. Why.]

Uh-huh. I do too.

[She was going to regret even asking this. Nevermind, she already did.

At least she can screw with it.]

So what kind of clues have you found, Sherlock? The guilty are punishable by law, you know. The punishment itself?...Yeesh.

[dothebackslide]

Of course my young Watson. The guilty must face JUSTICE.

According to my IMMACULATE DEDUCTIONS, the criminal is impulsively addicted to these tubes. Possibly a kleptomaniac, but it's more likely the tubes trigger PSYCHOSEXUAL MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. Perhaps they even are still a child, coping with trauma in the only way they know how.

[standingonmyneck]

[...........This is too much. Actually too much. Never had she witnessed such nonsense from an individual since-. No, she refused to go there. Please leave strange man and keep away from the straws.]

By building a dinky cabin. Okay. Clearly from a disturbed mind, surely. Maybe it's not a child, but someone who never matured passed that age.