Work With a Smile - Open

[Beatrice]

Just like everyday, the glaceon known as Beatrice stood in the Spinda Cafe. A smock covered her chest, underbelly and back. Unlike most employee, she had to have the stiff fabric cover her back to avoid stains on her fur. Beatrice hated the uniform, but she kept that hidden away in the depths of her mind.

A tray was held firmly in her jaws as she wandered her way through the tables, until she eventually was at her customer's table. Beatrice placed her front paws on the edge of the table, and gently placed the tray down. Most trays were difficult to lift with ones jaw, but of course she could always manage. It was one of the reasons why the shop owner was skeptical about hiring her, until Beatrice did a few impressive things.

"There you go madame." Beatrice said, a fake smile on her face. She was good at faking, since she had done this job for such a long time. The gardevoir sitting at the table glanced up from her paper and smiled. "Thank-you." She replied, bringing her eyes back to the paper. Beatrice nodded to say, 'your welcome' then trotted off through the tables. That was when she got a glimpse of the time, and a real smile formed on her face.

Her shift was almost done, and as long as no other customers came, she would be out within minutes. With that, the glaceon placed her front paws on the counter to better see the tables, but more so the door. She kept a smile on her face, soon she would be free from doing this job.

[Isadore]

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Once again, Isadore found himself visiting Spinda Cafe. He remembered when he first arrived here as a riolu. All in the past, it seemed. Apparently, things never really worked out with the manager, thus has been quite his plan to arrive here late just so he won't run into some unneeded company. Besides, he was hungry. Taking his time to get the village to retrieve some things, he was feeling parched. He was a failure when it came to staying completely active or hooked on a task. His legs were too long and his paws here still too big, his appearance had changed but not his lousy attitude. Hopefully, nobody would notice him.

He wasn't much of a normal customer to the cafe, not like his squadrons were, both of which could order food much better than he could ever do. Practically, cautious in a way to eat amongst others. Thankfully, hardly was there customers around. Taking this chance he snuck through the doors with grace. Soundless paw steps inching closer, the hollowed boards replaced with newly furnished wood. Seems that not only has he changed, this place has advanced as well. Which was nice and pretty welcoming.

At first, young Isadore didn't move. He was sure that there was someone else in the cafe. But when none of the others were present in the room he traveled towards the closest table, still standing ever so awkwardly. He hesitantly made his way there. Poking his head inside, he looked around, not finding much color into this desolate area. Then he finally saw a glaceon. A smile plastered upon her face as she looked at something, her happiness pierced his eyes as he couldn't blink. He wondered why she was smiling so carefree. Soon her glance retired as she peeked from the counter. Tentatively, he approached her and dipped his head in respect and greeting before looking up to her shyly. "Hello there." His tail swinging from side to side as it dragged in greeting. His voice almost soft-spoken as his frame towered the glaceon. He was trying to not scare her for he could be quite intimidating without noticing. He tried to focus his attention on the petite glaceon, however, he had some trouble of course. Not often does he encounter pokemon this…short. Though, he did not mind for it is good to meet all kinds of pokemon. Besides, it's much better than back home, where he is yet to face gargantuan 'mons.

"Before I'm served to my table, might I say you've got one lovely smile, miss." A chuckle blanketed over the sweet talk. What was he planning to achieve from this? When he found himself complimenting strangers, again, he felt somewhat shy. Holding himself as properly as he could. His mind still could not ease from what he had done. "Ah, sorry! I must be saying something utterly weird." His expression warped. Likely worried. He stumbled through the regret of his speech. Isadore, incredibly cringeworthy for his idiocy and oblivious mind.

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[Beatrice]

Beatrice was hoping that she wouldn't have another customer, but of course the Spinda Cafe was popular among the pokemon of Lunar Island. Most knew this, and that was why the owner and manager was always skeptical about who they hire, since the place was very popular. This left her waiting for the minutes to count down to when her shift would end and freedom would be in her grasp.

Then she saw another pokemon had entered the cafe, this factor meant that she would have to serve for a few more minutes. Beatrice felt a little disappointed, but didn't allow her face to portray that emotion. If she wanted to gather up some tips, it meant smiling like someone glued her face into that position.

The pokemon approached, seeming a tad about approaching her, but like every customer he would receive her fake smile. It was one of the negative things about the job, the constant smiling that made her feel like she was some sort of hypnotized slave. "Hello, welcome to the Spinda Cafe." She welcomed, trying to make her voice sound warm and welcoming.

A compliment hit Beatrice's ears, and she was rather surprised. She stood behind this counter, walk about the entire building with a fake smile plastered on her face and just now she was commented for it. Almost all the entered the dinner gave her no sort of comment or anything, so this made her blush slightly. It wasn't long though until her mind went back into work mode and her fake smile remained.

That was when the pokemon apologized, even though Beatrice hadn't mind the compliment of all. "It's fine, no one here is normal anyways." Beatrice said, assuring that the comment wasn't a big deal. "So, what would you like?" Beatrice asked. Her mind was focused on the task at hand, and that meant getting her job done so she could leave.

[Isadore]

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Isadore fixed his posture for the young lass after her reply. His carmine oculars laced with a fine blue that reflected. She seemed pretty nice, last time he rambled about something so odd it brought him a heavy consequence. Though, he's not one to study features he had never seen an ice type especially a glaceon being foreign at a village that usually inhabited, well, pokemon who were raised on grasslands. He was about to ask a particular question, but did not want to interrupt her reply. Quiet eager to see how she'd slip through this momentary silence. 

"It's fine, no one here is normal anyways."

A stunning answer. Isadore never thought of it that way. Nevertheless, someone who had the guts to mention it. She was correct, yet, this sentence strummed a deep tune in his ears that made his brows scrunch slightly. He didn't understand much of what she was trying to put. Yes, there are particular 'mons not normal, but for her to put it in general Isadore received his answer. She wasn't from this island. The conclusion eased his mood, he placed his hand at the back of his neck. The rough palm pressing on his fur. His wrapping bones made him fall quite surprised.

This lass only scratched the tip of what's normal at Lunar Island. His eyes closed shut, in a brisk manor, as his thoughts seeped through his throat and made him speechless. He was thinking about somebody for sure, attempting to try and compare to this glaceon, someone that would convince him that it was a common presence. But, no luck. A little too special she was, well, until she really sees what this washed up rock is capable of handling.

He felt dizzy, possibly from over thinking ahead. Or maybe, it was just him being hungry. He did not want to delay this lass. It should be an in and out type of-- Wait! How long was he dazed for?! Ugh, shoot. Isadore peered down at the glaceon once more.

"So, what would you like?"

Time did not leave him behind. "I'll take a rather small amount of orange gumi. Oh! Add a clear gumi also, please" He proudly noted, a delicate smile creasing as he waited. He was about to rummage through his own money pouch. Stuck to his smile. Though, it soon broke off after he received a rather unceasing feeling when she returned another smile. As if this was a new glaceon. He stared at her without intentions too. The sunny shine, was not there, almost like plastic. He knelt down, until he was at the height of the glaceon. He couldn't bare to see that sight. "What's wrong?" He asked out of the blue. Neither feeling any sort of resentment to what he tried to ask of her. Ever so serious to his question. 

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[Beatrice]

Beatrice front paws remained on the cold counter as she waited for an answer. Her mind mapped the space behind the counter, thinking to where everything was, until everything was mapped. Once she got the order, she lowered herself to the ground, going to the area opposite of the counter.

Once again, her front placed her front paws on the edge. Beatrice then used her nose to move a small plastic bag over to her. The glaceon knew that her paws got dirty, making it so she had to wear a plastic glove over her paw. When the bag was around her paw, she grabbed a plate to place the gummies on.

Beatrice plunged her dark blue paw into the orange gummi jar, grabbing a few when her paw left the jar. She placed the gummies onto the plate, then inched herself over to the clear gummi jar. Beatrice repeated the routine, and placed them on the plate. Sliding the plate on the counter sides, she brought it back to the front.

Her forced smile still on her face, that was when the pokemon knelt to her level. This immediately confused Beatrice, up until she asked what was wrong. An unusual question to ask a stranger, but it surprised Beatrice. She was use to those questions, more so after her mother died. Every pokemon who knew her would start becoming repetitive with the question, but it never helped. All it did was got more and more annoying.

Her mind had two decisions, to respond with a simple 'I am fine' or be truthful. Her blue eyes scanned over the pokemon for a moment, until her mind came to a conclusion. "Honestly, I am just told to stand here and smile, like seriously. Plus, I was about to be done my shift, but I have to stay a few more minutes." Beatrice explain, her smile only slight.

It was the complete truth, and nothing else. There were no little tidbits that she cut out of her explanation. "Anyways, here's your order." Beatrice said, pushing the plate closer to the pokemon.

[Isadore]

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Isadore did not dare his focus on the given food, he was quite curious in fact. Her sentences stretched and hearing her bell-like voice was interestingly tuneful. Neither raised to a point of distrust nor casual to where the conversation dulled. He wasn't acting much as a customer but he wasn't going to let that stop him from making some good company sprout. "Ah-ha, it's clearly obvious that this job is such a mood breaker for you. But, I'm guessing your real dreams are a little too far or too wild from actually being chased." He rambled along. Noticing that not even some co-workers were around to help this 'mon. She was a hard-worker and not usually do quadrupedal pokemon take up this job. Being careful, handling with grace, it's not an easy technique to come by. Placing his palm to hold his head up as he spoke to the glaceon across from him. In this odd position, it was not even considerably comfy. "What's your name, miss?" A question pushed through his own smile. His jovial attitude picking up when he already considered her company enthralling. "I haven't seen many glaceons take refuge at this village."

Isadore was not usually this drawn to 'mons, especially ones from this village. Ah, Moonlight Village. If only he were raised here than in a castle, maybe things would be different. A dangerous road surfaces at each corner as they see through his casualties. Exile, criminal, a knight who betrayed Cresselia, and an escapee. A fake smile, of course, that would not fool him….not even the slightest. But, often he wishes it would, because it wouldn't only damage the person acting this way but he'd suffer along the sides also. He would take the fall, he knows what will await him, but he was willing too. He's all too exposed to many things that he's satisfied.

Sometimes knowing too much leads to dire consequences that you just have to bare with. Accepting it once received, if not, then time would be just wasted. Titles and rumors always spread across these lands, when faced by the real thing everything plunders into deep water when faced by truth. He was image meant to burn, an example of what could've been.

This, right here, it was neatly placed for him. Given this break from the normal days he were to usually receive, this day might be especially for him. Meeting someone a little too offbeat for him. He was having his fun, not always would he be given these chances, even at a place like this. Spinda Cafe, a lot of things had changed, but in somewhat of a good way. As if he were revealed, this waitress who explained beyond his expectations, why couldn't she keep it that way? She's mesmerizing when she's just herself, too many great things await her unlike himself. He looked at the dish of gumi. Oddly, he lost his appetite. 

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[Beatrice]

Dreams, goals, both words that reminded Beatrice about what she wanted to do when she grew up. She was a little bit too young at the moment and lacked an adventurer's badge. Her father was another thing, leaving him to worry about what may happened to her made the idea worst for now. The glaceon's ambitions constantly tugged at her mind, trying to get her to crack.

She always ignored it, since she wanted to make sure her father would be fine before her plan to become an adventurer began. "Yeah, but nonetheless it's a job. Besides, it's pretty easy to be a hypnotized slave all day." Beatrice laughed, it was small and quiet. Her dream wasn't necessarily too far or even wild, there were simply too many obstacles that she had to move to accomplish it.

Her eyes swept around the cafe, seeing no new pokemon enter. Beatrice knew that soon she could get out of here, and do other things that would maybe get her closer to her goal. Her blue ears picked up on the question, and she turned back to the pokemon before her. "Oh, I am Beatrice." She answered, pausing a moment before answering the next question.

"My dad and I moved here, he's a leafeon. He likes these kinds of places, I wanted to go because it was another adventure." She explained, remembering some of the conversation between her and her father. "Now, what's your name?" Beatrice asked, doing the common thing amongst pokemon who just met. Besides, this pokemon left her curious, and certainly kept up a good conversation.

The conversation was a bit more interesting from others, since it was keeping her in the cafe longer then she had to be. Of course, it wouldn't keep Beatrice here forever, and her blue eyes looked out at the window to check the time. Soon she could leave and do other things, but for now she figured she was fine where she was.

[Taiyou Seishin]

  Taiyou pawed through the bulletin board. Too easy, it was all simple little quests to retrieve this or that. Its not that he detested that kind of thing, its just . . . he didn't feel up to it. Best leave it for a newer adventurer or team. Wait. A much older and yellowing paper was underneath the layers of freshly plastered on quests. Interesting, how long had it been here? He had certainly had never seen it before, but he had never dug this deep into the pile of quests layered on the board. This was . . . worth looking into. Poor girl, missing family? Gently he grasped the paper in his jaws and tugged it loose, carefully folding it into his bag. Now then, it was getting late, and he at least needed to grab a refreshment real quick, if not a small meal. 
  Taiyou stopped in front of Spinda's. Ah, here was the place.  Nudging the door open, the espeon strode in, glancing about the inside. He paused, tail flicking, his violet gaze on a pair near the counter. He tilted his head. A Glacion? Interesting. He never remembered seeing her before, but perhaps he always came in after her shift. He trotted over slowly, noot wanting to interrupt. 

[Victoria 'Tori']

Victoria, commonly known as Tori, turned her head slightly to take in this odd little place. The luxray had not seen many villages before; her family mostly lived up in mountains, taking refuge in caves littered with so many crystals that it hurt to look straight. She raised her pink nose to the sky and smelt food. Her black mane ruffled quietly as her golden gaze snapped to an odd house. She quietly watched an Espeon walk into the abode without so much as a knock.
This must be one of those food shops that Greg told me about. She thought, remembering the Zigzagoon that had told her many things about 'cultured' pokemon. He was gone now, Tori hadn't seen him in forever. Culture still confused her but she was willing to give it a shot.
Turning her black and blue body, she began to pad silently towards the shop. As she entered, Tori spotted three other pokemon. A Lucario and a Glaceon seemed to be having a conversation whilst an Espeon stood right in front of the door.
"Excuse me." She spoke unknowingly loudly.