| [discplot] diners, dashing, and falling anvils
||[May. 28th, 2007|01:49 am]
She Who Must Not Be Named
Existence is a vast and complicated place. No honestly, it is. Things get lost, misplaced, often dropped, shoved into pockets and never seen again. Whole universes go missing, and when they reappear, they’re covered in lint. This place is no exception1.
On first inspection, it is a diner. All vinyl covered booths that are shades like teal and maroon, the fabric has definitely seen it’s better days (don’t ask what that stain is, you don’t really want to know), and the entire place has a distinctive smell2. Behind the counter, there is a very grumpy, disgruntled looking waitress3, who has definitely seen her better days (or maybe not), and it’s not empty.
No. There are people passed out all over the place. But this is not new. Hardly.
Doris is not pleased. Jimmy Hoffa and Elvis are in the corner, playing a very animated game of bloody knuckles, and a bell rings suggesting someone’s order is up. A horse neighs and it may or may not be the Trojan Horse in the corner. It’s just better not to ask.
But alas, the Hostess with the Mostest4 is nowhere to be found. This is hardly a surprise. While this is her ‘home’5, she’s probably off terrorizing, losing and winning or at the very least, changing her shoes.
The double doors swing open with a flourish.
Ah, there she is. Figures she’d take her time.
Doris rolls her eyes. Jimmy Hoffa loses.
It’s just another day.
She laughs. It sounds like dice. Her hands clap, and eyes glitter.
“Now, who wants eggs?”
1. It is if anything the rule.
2. Motor oil, lament, and just hint of overdone eggs. In essence, it smells like Reno.
3. Doris. She talks to you.
4. She Who Cannot Be Named, Who Can Never Be Named Unless You’d Like to Lose Your Lunch And Then Some, The Fairest, The One Who Never Sacrifices, Is Always Sought, Always Cursed And Might Have the Longest Bloody Introduction In All of the Bloody Disc, The Million to One Chance. Aka The Lady. See: that time you lost in bingo for details.
5. Loose term, home is where the heart is, 98% of persons, places and things would argue she is in fact heartless, the other 1.9% would say it was lost in a game of keno, and the final 0.1% would say only she knows where that is, and this isn’t it.