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>>175003"Indeed" He says, with a smile.
He takes the completed Identification Card, which includes a photograph of Amber on plastic-laminated paper with a green edge, and levitates it to Amber in an aura of purple magic.
"Here you go, Amber Sunset."
>>175004Amber breathes a sigh of relief at this issue being received, and picks up the card with both hooves.
"Thank you, sir! How much do I have to pay you?" >>175005The unicorn pauses, as if needing to contemplate this question. Then he answers.
"There is no charge."
>>175006Amber hums a little, surprised that this whole procedure was free considering how much trouble it was and how she got a shiny card out of it. But she won't look a gift–uh, monkey?–in the mouth.
"That's wonderful. I'm much obliged!"She pockets the ID securely, before turning to thank High Sewn for all the help and to leave the building. She'll won't waste any more time to head to the restaurant.
>>175007The card is at least shiny, colorful in a few parts, and waterproof.
High Sewn looks at Amber with an expression that hides her feelings, although one aspect is clear:
"You owe me"
The little filly presumably canters off, making her way past the bat pony stallion from earlier, and onto the streets.
>>175009Amber will have to make it up to High Sewn somehow. She knows she can, just not how yet.
In the encroaching twilight she hastens to the restaurant, hoping to get there before her shift officially begins.
>>175010The little pony trots, lopes, canters, or gallops to the restaurant. When she arrives, she goes through the door, towards the bar area... and finds Salt Mixer staring at her.
"Do you know what time it is?"
>>175011"Time for me to work?" Amber answers with an awkward smile.
"I had to pick up an identification card, if I didn't I could get in serious trouble after my shift," she elaborates hastily.
>>175012“Good answer.” She says. “How do you not already have one of those?” She asks, as if asking herself. “And put on your work clothing.”
>>175013"I never had one, and didn't know I needed it until I was told…" said Amber. She hurries to put on her hostess garb so as to be presentable.
I forgot that she had work clothing >>175014But Salt Mixer didn’t“None of us needed it until we were told. It’s just… how were you not told?” She says. By this time, Amber is likely towards the back, picking up her garb. Amber gets a look at a clock. It’s only barely after 6 PM. She could hardly be considered late, unless she was expected to be early.
>>175015I know being on time is virtuous, but I didn't think she'd be so strict, Amber ponders to herself.
When she hurries back to the front she replies,
"I arrived in the city only about a week ago. I never needed a card before." She puts on a pleading expression and continues,
"You're not really mad, are you? I got here as fast as I could." >>175016Presumably Salt Mixer wanted the extra time for changing into the garb and other tasks that need to be done.
Amber can see her melt and turn away when bombarded by Amber's cuteness
"Someone has been asking for you" She answers
>>175017Amber can think of only one pony who would ask where she is.
"Is it Mustard?" >>175018"How did you know?" Salt Mixer asks rhetorically.
As if waiting to be called, Amber feels something, presumably a muzzle, rub along her lower back, then around her shoulder, and then a nip on the ear, as Mustard Trim moves along the right side of her body, ending up to her right and a bit in front of her.
"Hi Amber!"
He wears his waiter garb over his jacket.
>>175019Amber giggles at the display of affection, embarrassed yet impressed by his boldness.
"It's felt like forever since I've seen you, even if it's just yesterday. How was your day? she asks as she nuzzles his neck.
>>175020"So in home room Literature, Miss Poppy Smith was late so the Tinsel Twins decided to pull a prank by removing half of the chairs from the classroom-" He talks on and on, and reciprocates Amber's nuzzling by nuzzling her shoulder, rubbing his chin and the side of his head against Amber's ear and cheeks in the process.
>>175021"You can tell me all about it after work. We had best not keep the customers waiting," she replies, looking up with a nervous smile at Salt Mixer. To herself, though, she mulls over how Mustard is talking like a younger schoolcolt and how it clashes with her expectations.
>>175022"Right." Mustard raises his head, looks at Amber, and then moves back to his position
"I'll see you later!"
He's disappointed most everypony else. It was only a matter of time before Amber was added to that list.
>>175023There's plenty of room to improve, but also plenty of time. Right now, Amber has work to do, and she makes up for what little lost time she has.
>>175024With that unpleasant experience grounding dragging her imagination back to reality and stifling the fantasies that occupy the mind in moments of downtime, Amber begins her work in taking ponies to their tables. Guests are already lining up, and Amber has a chart to abide.
>>175025She hopes for that happy medium where business is good, but not so much that she is swamped. She maintains a cheerful demeanor as she tries to remember which kinds of customers prefer which seating. Tables with few seats are given to solo ponies or small parties while she reserves larger tables for major groups.
>>175026Does the work provide structure and something to do, or does the rote mundanity become oppressive? Placing customers in just the right area is harder than it may seem. Melon Mangrove actually comes to Amber to complain that there are now too many in her section.
>>175027"I'll see about easing up there!" Amber replies, quietly chiding herself for letting it get so out of hoof. At least the work is something she enjoys through interacting with different ponies–as long as they aren't the disreputable sort. Other species strange to Equestria might cause a little stress.
>>174997 →"I'm getting nothing, just herbs and chili powder. You smell like cumin though, for some reason. Have you cooked with it recently?" She looks through the spices that are actually available. "Well at least I know some of these. Salt, pepper, poppy seed, those are common enough. Don't know what citric acid is. This red pepper looks like it's just dried out and crushed chili peppers. I
think I've heard of garlic before, I think it grows far to the west of the tribe. Oregano, thyme, rosemary, basil...those are all just dried out herbs and leafy stuff. Still though, wouldn't hurt to give these a try."
>>174997 →"Coming right up!"
Silver returns to the kitchen and gets to work making more pancakes and gator steaks. It's an interesting cooking combination to be sure. He makes a smaller amount of pancakes since he's only making them for Clip, and he makes sure to make enough so he himself can have at least a couple.
A short few minutes later, Silver places the newly made food in front of their prospective diners, along with their utensils and all of the pancake fixings. Silver also sits down at the table with his own plate of pancakes, adding some syrup and butter to them before digging in and enjoying the fruits of his own labor.
>>175029"... No?" She says, frowning slightly. "Maybe a week ago..?" She backs up one, then two hoof steps. Kira is left with the spice rack to herself. And it appears Kira intends to clear it out, or at least take one of each.
>>175030"Oh, nice!" Clipping says, greedily taking syrup. Jubilosa likewise looks pleased, and Mala moves over, as if wondering if he too may sit at the table.
>>175031Indeed she does, taking one container of each. She turns around and smiles at Neela.
"Huh, I guess I forget sometimes how strong my sense of smell is. Alright, what else do you want to get? You're more of an expert in this food stuff than I am."
>>175031Silver swallows a bite of delicious pancakes, before smiling at Mala. He motions to the free seat at the table. "You are more than welcome to sit at table, Mala."
>>175032"Well, let me get it" She says. She turns around in place by twisting her rear end and legs, and jumping her forelegs 140 degrees over to the left, basically turning around in place. As she walks away, she says "And get me one of those little hoof-baskets."
Kira, meanwhile, has everything she needs. Or at least, that she can get out of the store.
>>175033Mala moves up and sits at the table. Paper Clipping moves away, while Mint Marine - who must have been sitting just out of sight, thanks to his lower height - is happy to see him there.
Khoi, however, walks up towards Silver, wearing a net over her mane, which is back, and a white outfit down to her shoed hooves. She looks up at Silver.
>>175035Silver looks over at Khoi, and examines her new change in wardrobe. He swallows another bite of pancake that he was chewing before speaking.
"Oh, are you going to your work?"
>>175034What a very deer-like behavior. Kira wonders if Neela often does little hops and prances like that as she gives Neela a cute little salute with a giggle. She goes over to grab a hoof basket for Neela, waving at any ponies both customer and employee alike she comes across.
>>175037Khoi is dressed in a white coat, with a kind of netting over her forelegs between the ends of the coat and her shoes. Her tail is tied up as well.
"Yes." She answers, sitting down in front of Silver, and looking up at him.
>>175038Neela goes to the end of the aisle and turns to the right. Kira doesn't see anypony else in the store. Not another customer, and no employees. This is odd, as Kira is pretty sure there was a clerk at the counter... who seems to have run away screaming... Kira finds a basket near the door.
>>175039That
is weird. Where did they all go to? Or is this just a really slow day? Kira grabs the basket and returns to her deer companion.
>>175039Silver smiles at Khoi. "Have good day at work! You need anything before you go? Something to eat for your lunch? Even hug to send you off?"
>>175028The customers were requesting booths, which in part are concentrated in Melon Mangrove's section. What else was Amber to do? Best to put them in Cream Pop's section.
He doesn't complain, and he has almost as many booths. Or send more to Mustard. Amber already knows she can damn near kill that colt with work and he won't complain. She may have been hesitant to give more customers to Mustard since, you know, that's basically giving him more money and it could look bad but... the mare is literally asking for it at this point. It's not a very busy night. Larkhaven and De Sew are not here, nor, does it appear, is the little zebra colt in the kitchen staff named Xanadoo.
>>175040She's already trying to take things off of shelves. She takes the basket out of Kira's hooves - which oddly, is possibly the closest Neela has come to Kira, and to physically touching her - and then starts placing items inside. Unfortunately, she sees that Neela has selected rice.
shudders>>175041Khoi looks up at Silver with her magenta eyes, and her enigmatic kirin face.
>>175043Unfortunately "not very busy" isn't necessarily an antonym of "understaffed" as the management tries to save money. Amber doesn't begrudge Salt Mixer for that, as it's just an aspect of business. Mustard didn't look too tired today so she sends more customers his way, though she gives Cream Pop some as well to keep things balanced. These are her coworkers, after all.
>>175045Salt Mixer comes up to Amber and confirms what Amber surely suspects: kitchen staff is the bottleneck of the restaurant tonight, and though it's not enough to require a wait, be mindful. There are a couple ponies that try to seat themselves, especially while Amber is walking other customers to their seats, but mostly it's uneventful. Mostly. There is a lone griffin asking to be seated. He doesn't speak ponish very well, so it's hard to understand him.
>>175046"Excuse me, did you say you're waiting for company? I can get you a table for two if you'd like." Unfortunately ponies have single digits and can't indicate any number higher than one very well.
>>175047“Twee?” He asks, a bit confused
>>175048"Mhm!" She takes a pencil in her mouth and writes the number "2."
>>175050"Glad that's settled!" She assigns him one of the tables for two, presumably run by Cream Pop. She hopes he can handle his inability to speak Ponish.
Forgot if Cream Pop is male or female. >>175051Male, like Mustard Trim. Larkhaven, De Sew, Melon Mangrove, and Salt Mixer are female, and the kitchen staff and absentee owner are maleAnd... that's that griffin taken care of. Now thankfully there aren't too many more non ponies. There's a zebra... Anyways...
Amber does actually get a diamond dog. He has on a shirt, he's well groomed with black ears and most of the head, with a tan chin and belly. Not bad for a non-pony, almost looks like Amber's seen him before.
>>175052Diamond dogs that are gussied up look funny instead of scary. I can't complain.She directs her amusement to a friendly smile, as she greets,
"Hello, sir. Table for one or will you be having company?" >>175053He even has a hat he hasn't taken off.
"Table for two. My friend's just behind me." He says in a voice that's pretty well adjusted to Equestria. He looks at Amber fairly intensely
>>175054There was one place where she met a diamond dog, and she was hoping to never have to recall it. She pretends nothing is wrong though and leads him to one of the high tables.
"I can get your hat for you if you'd like," she says, glancing at him briefly before pretending to show concern towards another customer.
>>175055"Oh, no, -" He turns around, and says "Oh, he's here" and is soon joined by a pony - a dark red pegasus stallion with a casual shirt on. He walks up, looks over to Amber, and smiles.
>>175056Amber's heart sinks.
"H-hi," she mumbles.
"Here is your table, uh, a waiter will be with you shortly." She returns to her post, worried about what this could mean.
>>175057The stallion turns to Amber and addresses her
"Oh hey, I remember you!"
Then the diamond dog turns to him
"Oh, so that
is the mare. She's rather young looking,"
"She's 18."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, she's 18. What, too young for you? You'd rather that mare that was like fifty?"
"Why do you keep hounding me about that?"
The two exchange laugh as they talk with each other
>>175058She can't help but stare as she's being addressed. When the duo get more distracted, she gives the stallion a dirty look and snorts as she trudges off. With her luck Mustard will be angrily questioning her just from overhearing.
>>175059Red Scabbard: "Nice to see you filly. Didn't know you worked here. But we don't need to be seated, we're going to the bar."
Trakr: "The bar? No, I want to actually sit down for a while and eat. And not at the bar."
Red Scabbard: "You want food here? I thought we were going to Tiffany's"
Trakr: "No, let's eat here. The food here is good. It's like what I had growing up."
Red Scabbard: "Okay, let's go out side." He looks right at Amber "table for two outside"
Amber's not sure if or how he could have known that Mustard Trim has the outside section again. As for Mustard himself, well, he's on the other side of the bar right now, probably doing the job of bussing food himself.
>>175060Have any customers been seated outside yet?
>>175061A few, yes. Not many, but a few.
>>175062There goes that excuse. She's not sure why anypony would want to be seated outside in the cold winter night, but it's not her job to protest. She gives them a table and hopes against hope that it somehow turns out alright.
>>175044Sense Motive: Silver attempts to divine meaning from her unreadable facade.
[1d20+3 = (11+3) = 14] >>175044Kira gulps, only imagining how badly that rice will stick in her throat.
"So, uh...do you cook?"
>>175068Don't worry Kira. You don't have to eat the rice. You have other food options
in theory.
She continues just shoving items into the basket
"Yeah. Kind of. Sometimes. When I have to. Usually one deer will do the cooking, not usually me."
>>175067The enigmatic kirin remains hard to read. Silver can, however, discern one thing: she wants something. Specifically from Silver.
>>175069Kira looks at the various items Neela grabs off of the shelves, interested in learning what it is exactly that the prey animals eat.
"What do you cook?
>>175069Hmm...if the Silver hugs the Khoi, does that satisfy her needs?
>>175063Amber gets some answer as to why when she sees they are loud, and intend to pony watch, commenting on a mare passing by. There's heaters and in any case the weather is better than over the weekend. Amber takes them to their seat, presumably, and walks past Mustard on the way back as he is moving plates of food.
>>175071Kirin looks up at u>>175070Basics like flour and sugar, and a few tomato's and what have you.
"Well, I know a little about how to make the traditional dishes, like the pufe and galuski, but also a few equestrian foods like hayburgers." She answers
>>175072She looks at Mustard and shakes her head in exasperation as she walks by, perhaps to warn him of how rowdy they can be. She is thankful that they are on the other side of the restaurant from her as she resumes her hostess duties.
>>175073Amber does have the misfortune of overhearing the following:
Trakr:
"But did you? With her."
Red Scabbard:
"I'm not telling."
Trakr:
"Come on! What does that mean? Yes? No?"
Red Scabbard:
"Don't worry about it."
Trakr:
"She's not actually eighteen, is she?"
Thankfully Amber can't make out any more than that before she returns to her post.
>>175074Amber could strangle that stallion–if she knew how to do that with hooves, and if he wasn't a detective and under somewhat greater legal protection. She mulls over the unpleasant conversation she is bound to have with Mustard after work, and tries to think of different things to say that wouldn't make him more upset while protecting her own oath of silence. Of all the restaurants in Baltimare, and that playcolt had to stop at this one!
She looks to see how possible it might be to sneak into the kitchen.
>>175075Amber could learn how to.
Sneaking into the kitchen is not very difficult. The only, or at least main chef is a lone stallion, and he pays less attention to Amber than that zebra did. There aren't
that many customers coming in for Amber's absence to be noticed, the waiters regularly come up to the kitchen, and one entrance is near the bathrooms. The only difficulty is that Amber would have to pass near Salt Mixer on either side of the bar.
>>175076Does it look like Salt Mixer is distracted, or is about to?
>>175077Amber could time it to wait until Salt Mixer is distracted, or perhaps, like Amber is going to the bathroom.
>>175078She chances it to see if Salt Mixer will be distracted right when Mustard is coming back with the order; otherwise, she will ask to get a drink of water from the kitchen (so as to not interrupt her).
>>175079So long as Amber is willing to wait for possibly several trips by Mustard to the kitchen, this is guaranteed to
eventually be successful.
>>175080Why rush a good plan? The perfect is the enemy of the good, or so somepony said; she's not sure who. Amber is not a vengeful mare by nature but Red Scabbard has caused enough grief for her.
>>175072Oh noes.
Silver gets out of his seat, and hugs the enigmatic kirin.
>>175072Kira giggles at pufe and galuski, believing them to be very silly words. At hayburgers, she tilts her head. "Hayburgers? Those don't
actually have hay in them, right?"
>>175081Kek
Roll hide for any specific approach. Or bluff if she wishes to be pretending to get water, helping in bussing or what have you.
>>175084It may
>>175082squeakykylan is huggedThe soft fur and general feel of the kylan is a bit blunted by the separation of the clothing. Her tail moves side to side, and Silver can hear - he can
feel - her purr.
>>175083"Well, yes. Sometimes it's alfalfa, or some other fiber."
>>175085"BLEGH! I'll gladly take rice over eating
grass."
>>175085D'awwwwwww. Silver might not know why Khoi has decided to be so affectionate, but he's gonna take advantage of the situation. He gives her a friendly squeeze, and even tries stroking her back scales like petting a cat.
>>175087purrShe has those lidded, kirin eyes, and she slowly blinks. For maximum petting, Silver would need to move her shirt up to have access to the scales.
>>175086"No, it's not 'grass', it's hay. Rye, timothy, clover. It's not just grass off the ground."
>>175088Somehow, it seems lewd to do so, but Silver does just that to get full hoof-to-scale contact petting action.
>>175089purrSilver undresses the kylan, and can feel those smooth scales that move in as he pets, and reflect light slightly differently as they move with the movement of his hoof. Silver may also have access now to her chest floof, and possibly even her belly.
>>175088"But it's not like rice or wheat where you eat the grains from the plant, it's just like eating like, well, a grazer!"
>>175090Silver uses his other hoof to play with her chest floof, no doubt the softest part of her body. It's so unlike his own floofy body, as hers is almost like an extension of her mane.
>>175092It is indeed soft and fluffy. Silver now plays with it out of view of the others. Kira moves her head out, perhaps to give greater access to the floof.
>>175091She nods her head
Yeeeah? That's kind of what ponies are. They are not griffins. Or... snakes..."
>>175093Silver continues to play with his kirin, one forehoof stroking her back scales as the other plays around with her chet floof, twirling it and fluffing it and overall just taking the moment to examine it and appreciate this very unique opportunity.
>>175093Kira scrunches, and her tongue flicks out. "I dunno, it just seems weird to eat hay and stuff. Like it's something an animal would do." She looks around her at the store. "Especially when you have such a wide variety of options available for food."
>>175085She hugs the wall to minimize her visibility as she approaches the kitchen, hopefully while Salt Mixer is not looking.
[1d20+2 = (11+2) = 13] >>175000Does this include the cheese in the fridge, and if so, how?
(not so secretly wanting villain, with option to redeem as antihero. Some loki shit, but different specifics)
>>175098Maybe
For a bit more clarity, the specific quest in mind is one with the following premise: the New Mareland Navy is contracting mercenaries to try to rescue the crew of a an airship that crashed while following a Stalliongrad Freighter in the rocky sea up north, on a deserted island that is disputed territory between three nations. I feel like you have something a bit different in mind. Feel free to share here or in the comments>>175096The last post for Posey was the first part of
>>174963 →>>175094purrThe floof is long, and directed away from her body. She almost feels like a fluffy pillow, and she puffs it out like she's proud of it, or likes it being fondled.
>>175095I don't think I've included it before, but paprika is among the spices available, and Neela picked some up independently of Kira.
Neela's ears go down, then back up, and she places all four legs firmly down.
"Normal creatures eat clover, rye, alfalfa, lettuce and so on. I mean, sure, griffins don't but... Most creatures do. We do. It's nice and fibrous. Not everything has to be baked and boiled."
>>175099>In the commentsUh,... are you suggesting I abuse the report function again?
>>175099So does Sasha survive the treatment?
>>175100If you need to keep it secret... maybe. Or just message me on discord
>>175097Makes me think of
https://youtu.be/YccozjEe9f4Amber is successful, as Salt Mixer turns back to make a drink. It helps that Amber is almost the same color scheme as Mustard Trim, and not very far from Cream Pop, and therefore could be confused for them if only viewed from the periphery
>>175103Then Posey begins interrogating her as soon as she in in condition to answer questions.
She prepares for this my attending to her mane and making sure her only black cape is well cleaned. She sharpens her implements and polishes her jewelry as she prepares to question the dog.
She enters Sasha's chambers, failing to resist the urge to habitually knock before she quickly invites herself in, walking inside with a flutter of her cape, her golden eyes glowing with their sharp predatory aura, as her entropic aura tangibly sucks the energy out of the room with an ominous chill.
"And so we meet again, bitch." She says
Behind her, the Dreads, animated from the severed arms of the diamond dogs, guard the exit behind her, brandishing her magic sword and polearms.
"It appears that you've survived your stay so far. I'll have to extend my thanks to Baka."
>>175104>>175101Posey gages Sasha's reaction before making her next move.
>>175105>>175104The bitch is propped up against the wall, sitting upright with the wall behind her. She looks better than before, not having visible sweating. However, her breathes are still hard and fast. This may be the result of illness, but it could be fear. She looks at Posey with somewhat angry eyes and does not speak in reply.
>>175106>sweatingDo Diamond dogs normally sweat?
>She looks at Posey with somewhat angry eyes andAs soon as eye contact is made, Posey attempts to charm her with her gaze.
DC 19 Will
"I'll spare the nonsense with you, Sasha. I would like you to know that you are fortunate more fortunate than you may feel for the fact that you are breathing right now. Despite that, you and I find ourselves at an impass. You've witnessed a number of things that few would live to tell the tale of: you've seen my forces in battle, you've witnessed my magic, and you've even found yourself sitting here in my hideout. Protocols from my superiors say that I should eliminate you, but I am deciding to give you a chance to vouch for your own life, and see if your luck takes you any further." Posey says
"So, let's get to know each other. Who are you, exactly?"