who ; Raimi Matthews and Clu.
what ; "A bachelor's life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner."
--Francis Bacon
where ; One of those lobster places in Zone 07.
when ; Sometime beyond a hypothetical 8/8:30ish time window, after
slithering occurred for some more of your regularly scheduled backdated slithering.
warning(s) ; Creep/
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The automated wait staff was exemplary. They'd retrieved every sliver of glass and completely reset the table. Nothing was out of place, and a close eye for detail would track sterling, crystal, pressed linen. The arrangement fairly gleamed in the half-light, empty and waiting for an order. Oddly enough, the table seemed to be fully set only on the side facing his guest.
"Someone really should fix these elevators," Clu said, standing smoothly, sitting again when it was clear Raimi would seat himself. "You just lost twenty-one point four-six-one minutes of your life."
Details. Raimi will never lack for them again, even when they're sharpened to needle points.
Then Clu grinned, deliberate and disarming. "Hope the trip over wasn't too bad."
He knew better than to ask where have you been on the first
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Old habits die hard.
Another little fact that a certain Ms. Telfer would have a field day ranting about.
"Yeah, I know. I'm feeling closer to my grave already -- that's precious time I'll never get back." It was difficult to say whether he was being sarcastic or otherwise from the tone of his voice. "Pesky snafu aside and my bad luck considering, I think it could've gone considerably worse."
As he grabbed a seat, he took notice to the absolute order of the surrounding elements of the restaurant. A fitting place, considering the sort of crowd he got himself roped in.
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Or a routine. It would be interesting to see just how much a creature of habit Raimi might be. One of several purposes behind the meal, to get to know him better, pick up on all those nuances that could only be gathered in person.
"It can always be worse." But there was no threat in it, only something dry and amused. "Trust me."
"Oh, here!" Offering him the only menu, unfolded perfectly and dead center. "If you don't take this, the server's just gonna keep bringing napkins. I have four already."
Sacrosanct was a wonderland, with the right clearances, but there were definitely a few kinks in the system.
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He could see it in the mannerisms and speech patterns in everyone. Raimi familiarized himself with a variety of personality types in Coast City, albeit their type had the tendency to to fall less into chivalry and deeper into the categories of crudeness. He couldn't help but wonder just how far that charisma had gotten Clu in the end.
After all, he did mention something about being derezzed. Raimi hadn't forgotten about that.
"Long as I have all my body parts where they're supposed to be, I'd like to call it a good day."
Raimi didn't need to be asked again before taking the menu, although his gut was giving him a hard time allowing him to even bat an eyelash at its contents. It was certainly a good thing he'd learned to usually keep his food down before bedtime.He then glanced out the corner of his eye, the automaton servers strolling his way, ( ... )
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