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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!]

Threaded | Flat

[Whatever adventures happened through the day, it was time for the best part. Closing time. For as diligent as a worker Daria was, she learned she...didn't have as much to do as she did working as the librarian of a big historical building. Not too surprising really. Different kinds of jobs, different kinds of clientele and customer service. But it wasn't safe from her aggravation, ugh. Most of the time when they were slow in particular, was spent reading by the counter as she waited for a customer she had to pay attention to.

She kept to herself, and to her duties so she could waddle back to her apartment to do the same. Surviving. Right. It was what she had to do last time. She half expected for her friends to be around outside as she clocked out but, well, they weren't here. Obviously.

That was a pretty big bummer, but she didn't want to let it get her down like last time. Still though.

-Right, going home. She packed her station and found Wendy by the arcade machines.]

Hey, you coming? It's closing time. Time to go to our temporary home.

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.]

[Star picks up the Whack-A-Alien mallet and scoffs.]

How is this thing supposed to be any use? You can only hit one of them at a time!

[She drops it and summons her giant morning star.] Now THIS is more like it!

[Eventually, Belle's explorations of the city and the different parks leads her to Hollywood Studios. After working the morning shift at the book store, and still dressed in her uniform, she finds herself wandering into Pizza Planet and stopping, stock-still, in the middle of the arcade section, looking all around her in wonderment.]

I...I'm not sure what I expected of this place, but it wasn't this!

The One Where it's Just the Two "B"s

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