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[appliedscience]

WHAT in person
WHERE Heavenly Grounds or whereever you are in the morning
WHEN Breakfast, after Halloween. So 62?

[Anyone party too hard and need some nice grease and eggs this morning? Maybe you're just hungry and really in the mood for something more than coffee. Good news! Heavenly Grounds just added a hot breakfast menu. It's just basic sandwiches and pastries, but there's nothing like a sausage and egg muffin to soak up the party poison.]

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[appliedscience]

[Sorry staff of Heavenly Grounds who didn't have a boss for a couple weeks and now has a whole new menu, but at least there is a new robot in that appears to make these new breakfast items for you when you come into work this morning.

Tony seems both present, and pleased.]

Ta da.

[fastandloose]

[She is not staff of Heavenly Grounds, but someone has let her see the robot, which she seems interested in, but more interested in the guy who built it.]

You Tony Stark?

[She has a latte and a breakfast sandwich so she at least appears to be a customer.]

[appliedscience]

[Tony also has a latte and a breakfast sandwich]

Maybe.

[cannonbeauty]

[ a perfectly not hung over Jessica is happily watching that robot ]

It's very impressive!

[asmashingsuccess]

[ you built a breakfast robot... I'm just surprised you didn't do this earlier ]

[cw_suicide]

[. . . was not expecting surprise breakfast but THOROUGHLY ONE OF THE POISONED PARTY MEMBERS take advantage of the greasy food post-hangover.]

Is this where you disappeared off to, Tony-san?

[thatsoundsfakebutokay]

You're branching out.

[ananass]

[whispers]

Holy shit!

[look at these huge fuckin anime stars in Shawn Spencer's eyes as he resumes normal speaking volume]

You truly are a superhero.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ leaning over the counter to see. and by "leaning over the counter" I mean "halfway to climbing on it," since she's short. ]

Oh, cute.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ oozing in to get her semi-regular croissant... no novelty for her today, thanks, she's just going to puddle at one of the tables and nibble.

she's not giving off the intense spook vibes of the night before, but the air around her still feels pretty distinctly unsettled— even for the people with the spiritual sensitivity of a brick. mmmaybe find another place to sit at? ]

[cannonbeauty]

[ Ooh, that feeling is intense, but she approaches anyway ]

Are you alright?

[mistruths]

[ is dipping into Tony's Secret Stash to make himself an appletini ]

[appliedscience]

If you're using my stuff it must mean you were planning to make me one of those, but I'm just not sure how well that's going to pair with a sausage biscuit.

[selfidentitytheft]

Five o'clock somewhere, huh.

[fastandloose]

[Cassica seems perhaps unreasonably charmed by the breakfast sandwiches, and is eating one along with a latte in a large armchair, people-watching.]

[selfidentitytheft]

So how much of this morning crowd is hungover, do you think?

[asmashingsuccess]

[ honestly, I always look a bit hungover, so what else is new ]

[selfidentitytheft]

Oh thank hell. Just as I was missing McMuffins.

[he's getting three breakfast sandwiches all for himself]

[appliedscience]

Huh. That really throws off what I can assume about your standards. I want to say this is better, but you eat garbage. So I have no idea.

[mindinthegittern]

[throwing off the hangover trend, this guy is in fact just very drunk.

but quietly so. in the comfort of his own apartment.]

[splashofbourbon]

[knock knock it's your boyfriend. Or more like said boyfriend is just sort of calling out from the entryway because wtf these weird elevators]

Hey Medren. You here?

[clocked_out]

[well Dave called out of his last shift and is now hobbling into work like an old women.

He squints in displeasure at the robot]

Stark, there is a fucking robro in my kitchen. I was gone for one day and you want to start replacing my labor with a soulless automaton? I would expect this kind of thing in LuXe. I thought we were different. I thought we had heart.

[appliedscience]

[giving him a dead eye look as he bites into his sandwich]

So you're saying you'd like to make the sandwiches? Or wait, was that sarcasm? Who doesn't want a robo chef?

[suckmyglock]

[eyeing the robot warily]

This'll end well.

[appliedscience]

[ Holding out a fresh sandwich. ]

It's already ending well, but thanks for the optimism.