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Post by babette on Mar 24, 2009 10:36:19 GMT -5
It had been a long day for Babette. She was nearly broke. Again. And couldn't find any place for her to work at, as most places in Disney World were either from The Middle Ages or the future (the 2000's and such), and they demanded a certain clue.
She needed to find a castle from her own time where she could work, but she was lost here. She didn't know where to go and needed someone to guide her.
So she decided to go the café, and maybe she could find a gentleman who could help her? That wouldn't be too difficult for a girl like Babette. She ordered herself a croissant and sat down by the window, crossing her legs for allurement.
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Post by Scar on Mar 24, 2009 11:27:34 GMT -5
((Mind if I drop the master in babette?  )) Storming into the cafe, The Beast stomped his way towards the back of the room. He'd had about enough of this place now and unable to find anyone he knew in the area had smashed an unattended market cart to relive his anger. Dropping heavily into one of the chairs, which to his annoyance broke underneath his weight, he reared up and let out a loud roar as he picked himself up off the ground. “WHY! WHY AM I HERE? LUMIERE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I FIND YOU!!” It was that stupid candlestick’s entire fault, the reason he’d wound up in this stupid place with all these stupid characters around him. Taking note of his behaviour, a few of the creatures at the surrounding tables quickly took their leave and fled form the Café as The Beast took a seat once more, this time in a sturdy looking booth. Slamming a fist on the table, the vibration causing the condiments and cutlery laid out in front of him to jump a few centimetres into the air, The Beast pressed his other paw to his eyes, snarling some unclear words as he did so. He was not having a good day. |
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Post by babette on Mar 24, 2009 12:10:37 GMT -5
Babette noticed that of all people her master happened to enter the café. How strange! And he seemed angry. (Which wasn't strange at all...)Babette didn't like when he was angry, but as the few people who actually knew him from... the real world, the french maid decided to go over to him and try to talk with him. She walked over to him and curtsied.
"Master? Ees somezing wrong?" she tried.
"And, s'il vous plait, don't blame Lumiere, I am sure eet wasn't hees fault." she said in a low voice in case he would get even more angry at her.
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Post by Panchito on Mar 24, 2009 17:28:02 GMT -5
When he saw a mob of customers leaving the cafe, Panchito thought it would be a good time to stop there and avoid the crowds.
Entering cheerfully, the rooster instantly spotted a very pretty girl in the back. He must have had some kind of radar that way.
Ai-yi-yi! There sure were a lot of hot tamales in this park!
Hmmm...she was wearing a maid's uniform and carried a feather duster. She must work in the cafe. But she was sitting at a table eating a roll. Panchito pondered a moment, then brightened. She must be on her coffee break!
Basil of Baker Street was not the only one who could make deductions.
Anyway, it was the perfect time to introduce himself. He doffed his sombrero to the lady.
"Perdon, lovely senorita, my name is Panchito. It seems there is no empty table today; may I share yours?"
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Post by Scar on Mar 24, 2009 21:22:04 GMT -5
A familiar voice intruded on his rant and he stopped, his paw still over his eyes. “Babette! What are you doing here!” he questioned impatiently as her slightly piercing voice pleaded with him not to blame Lumiere. Ignoring it, he answered her first question, his tone as rude as always. “I can’t take another minute in this place!” he growled finally removing his paw from his eyes so as to look at his servant.
He scanned the room for any sign of her and soon became confused when he couldn’t find the feather duster anywhere, the only ones present in the café where himself and a woman. “Where are you!” he demanded, his blue eyes scanning the café once more before he did a double take on the woman in front of him.
His large jaw hanging open slightly he stared at the maid in front of him before composing himself and glaring at her “Why are you human again!?” Why was she human now and why was he still as monstrous as ever? He began to wonder if the same thing had happened to Lumiere and Mrs Potts, the thought of it making him angry once more.
Before he could question her further, an annoying bird-like creature interrupted them and The Beast turned his glare upon it. What was this thing?
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Post by Gaston on Mar 24, 2009 22:53:14 GMT -5
((Beast is annoyed? hope you you don't mind me making it worse. lol))
The cafe was once again full of new faces. He was beginning to think that this was a very popular place. As he walked around the place looking for someone new to talk to, he saw something that he thought was a dream. The beast? Was he really seeing what was in front of him? Against his better judgment, Gaston approached him.
"I didn't know you had so many anger issues. I heard you had turned human, did I hear wrong or is this just your unlucky day."
Looking over to the woman, whom which he had never met, even if he had seen her in her other form it wouldn't be likely he would know her name or recognize her. She seemed to trying to calm down the beast, something Gaston knew wouldn't be easy.
"Look miss, no offense, but I don't think you'll be calming him down any time soon."
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Post by babette on Mar 25, 2009 3:08:31 GMT -5
((Yaaay, people are joining my thread!))
Babette couldn't understand why the prince had turned into a beast again. Maybe Belle was angry at him, or was he alone again, perhaps? in that case, she would have turned into a featherduster again. Maybe it was because they were in this magical place, where everyone had their own story.
"I don't know, monsieur", she shrugged.
"Thees place ees... strange."
Then a bird came an interrupted them. Was it flirting with her? Babette didn't have anything against it, so she nodded. The English language wasn't easy...
"Nice to meet you, Panchito. My name ees Babette. Just... seet where you want."
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Post by Panchito on Mar 25, 2009 16:27:32 GMT -5
"Gracias, Babette," he answered, kissing her hand. What an unusual name she had. "You are muy amable...so very kind."
Hopping onto the chair, Panchito thought he should say something to the bear she was talking to. Or, maybe he wasn't a bear. Well, whatever he was, Panchito wasn't particular. He was a friendly fellow by nature, and enjoyed meeting new people.
Only just now, he wished he could be alone to gaze into the girl's lovely eyes.
"Hola to you, senor," he said to the Beast. "You are new here as well?"
Before the answer came, another man strolled up. It never failed: find a pretty senorita, and suddenly, everybody had to come over.
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Post by Chicken Little on Mar 26, 2009 16:10:26 GMT -5
Chicken Little noticed people leaving the cafe as he figured that maybe he should go in to have a snack for now as he hurried up and ran in before the big doors closed up as he made it in time as he breathed a bit. "Gotta be a better way to enter the cafe" he said as he looked up and noticed the spanish bird Panchito talking to a new lady who looked like a maid. "Hmmm wonder who she is?" He said quietly as he headed by nearly tripping as always.
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Post by Panchito on Mar 28, 2009 21:20:06 GMT -5
Panchito caught sight of someone entering the cafe.
" 'ey, amigo, que pasa?" he called out.
He liked the little kid with the weird name. After all, he was the only other chicken in the park.
Panchito reached out, wrapped one arm around the kid's neck and proceeded to give him a noogie.
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