[ Monts stays from Fogtown for a while after the carnival incident.
It takes about a week for her to fully shake off what had happened in the house of mirrors. While she hadn't told them anything, Iona glanced at her way worriedly every once and a while during her shifts and would text her employee to ask if she was okay. Monts always replied, yes, I'm fine, don't worry about it. Oren had no comment as usual, but his way of showing concern was allowing Monts to go home a few minutes early and he would hold down the fort for the rest of the night.
She stares at the door when there are little to no customers waiting to see if a certain someone would come in with fluster and bluster. Monts had told him to visit, but wouldn't be sure if the gilded door would show up for him. They had parted rather unceremoniously after all that happened and part of Monts feels as if something needed to be clarified or at least things could go back to "normal" between them over a cup of tea or coffee.
Today's special was mini-cheesecakes. Oren's in the kitchen that evening checking on the various flavors he's created while Monts is in charge of the front. Old and relaxing vintage music fills the empty cafe. They'll probably have more customers at some odd hour, but for now... ]
--and I really don't think that now is a good time to discuss all this, honestly. I mean, don't you have anything better to do than hassle me about these sorts of things? R-really, I don't get paid nearly enough for this, Professor, so you really ought to...
[ Abel is trailing off in whatever nonsensical tirade of complaints he'd been on as he realizes the threshold he'd stepped through did not, in fact, lead to Caterina's office but somewhere else entirely, and that is company had not followed him, and that he was now addressing his whining to a (mostly) empty cafe.
... ]
W... well, this is awkward. I really ought to pay more attention to what I eat before bed. Is this another one of those dreams, again? No, no, it's not a maid cafe this time...
[ From behind the counter Monts glances over, fully alert this time. You'd think after all this waiting, she'd at least give Abel a smile and a happier greeting, but instead, she raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms looking almost petulant. ]
Really? That's how you're going to greet me after all this time?
[ o-oh, look at that, if it isn't Monts?? Abel is giving her a once-over before adjusting his glasses and tilting his head curiously. ]
Mm, maybe this isn't one of those weird, 'just ate something strange before bed' dreams? No maid cafe and Miss Monts is scowling at me instead of greeting me with a nice warm hug... ah, could this be the cruel, cold embrace of reality after all--?
[ Monts visibly relaxes although her expression is neutral as she regards Abel. ]
Well, now we know that you can definitely go through the entrance. It's just like you to not notice though.
[ She makes a sweeping gesture with her arm to present the cafe to him. ]
Welcome to the Midnight Grind, Father Abel.
[ The Midnight Grind, despite being in impossible space, is a normal cafe. The interior is a warm mixture of red brick walls and sleek wooden floors and tables, along with comfortable-looking sofa chairs and a large couch with a coffee table to accompany it. The ceiling is decorated with colorful hanging lanterns that cast interesting shadows on the walls and floors. Behind the counter are large espresso machines, syrups, jars of tea, coffee beans, and a display counter for edible goods. The menu consists of empty black chalkboards aligned on the walls. Why are they are empty? Because they just never have a proper menu, that's all. ]
Take a seat and I'll choose which drink to make for you.
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It takes about a week for her to fully shake off what had happened in the house of mirrors. While she hadn't told them anything, Iona glanced at her way worriedly every once and a while during her shifts and would text her employee to ask if she was okay. Monts always replied, yes, I'm fine, don't worry about it. Oren had no comment as usual, but his way of showing concern was allowing Monts to go home a few minutes early and he would hold down the fort for the rest of the night.
She stares at the door when there are little to no customers waiting to see if a certain someone would come in with fluster and bluster. Monts had told him to visit, but wouldn't be sure if the gilded door would show up for him. They had parted rather unceremoniously after all that happened and part of Monts feels as if something needed to be clarified or at least things could go back to "normal" between them over a cup of tea or coffee.
Today's special was mini-cheesecakes. Oren's in the kitchen that evening checking on the various flavors he's created while Monts is in charge of the front. Old and relaxing vintage music fills the empty cafe. They'll probably have more customers at some odd hour, but for now... ]
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[ Abel is trailing off in whatever nonsensical tirade of complaints he'd been on as he realizes the threshold he'd stepped through did not, in fact, lead to Caterina's office but somewhere else entirely, and that is company had not followed him, and that he was now addressing his whining to a (mostly) empty cafe.
... ]
W... well, this is awkward. I really ought to pay more attention to what I eat before bed. Is this another one of those dreams, again? No, no, it's not a maid cafe this time...
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Really? That's how you're going to greet me after all this time?
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Mm, maybe this isn't one of those weird, 'just ate something strange before bed' dreams? No maid cafe and Miss Monts is scowling at me instead of greeting me with a nice warm hug... ah, could this be the cruel, cold embrace of reality after all--?
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[ Monts turns to the beautiful dark haired man who is currently clearing a table of its dishes and cups. ]
Oren. We're going to make this customer pay for his first drink.
[ Oren mostly shrugs because clearly, she knows this guy, so her problem now!]
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[ he's going to amble on toward the counter where a certain Monts is hovering... ]
...My~! How lovely it is to see you again! Who would've known I'd end up in your little neck of the woods, Miss Monts...! How have you been?
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Well, now we know that you can definitely go through the entrance. It's just like you to not notice though.
[ She makes a sweeping gesture with her arm to present the cafe to him. ]
Welcome to the Midnight Grind, Father Abel.
[ The Midnight Grind, despite being in impossible space, is a normal cafe. The interior is a warm mixture of red brick walls and sleek wooden floors and tables, along with comfortable-looking sofa chairs and a large couch with a coffee table to accompany it. The ceiling is decorated with colorful hanging lanterns that cast interesting shadows on the walls and floors. Behind the counter are large espresso machines, syrups, jars of tea, coffee beans, and a display counter for edible goods. The menu consists of empty black chalkboards aligned on the walls. Why are they are empty? Because they just never have a proper menu, that's all. ]
Take a seat and I'll choose which drink to make for you.