#waitress suggests

[waitress-suggests]

Try and figure out a nickname for this Medic guy!

himbo jenkins comes to mind but it’s a bit too long, might just go for doc but it’s boring. Think I’ll just go for “doctor,” because the irony of it is way too good to pass up.

[askdawn]

Heat, cold, taste, smell, sound, pressure.

Too much, too little; The gap is too big, the gap is too small.

She’s desperately reaching her palm towards a destabilizing, rapidly shutting portal. It threatens to trap her in this realm without light, sound, or sensation.

Her limbs are like jello. After all, without any sort of feelings to work off of, relying on sight has become her only indicator of how she’s moving.

It’s too fast, too slow, she can feel the pull of both sides.

Which one will win out, she only hopes that the choice is made soon.

It has been 0.75 seconds within the real world.

It feels like an hour has passed.

And when she barely grazes her fingers against freedom, the portal snaps shut, enveloping her in the empty, unrelenting void between worlds.

No.

That can’t be right.

Of course not, let me just- let’s just erase that real quick. A story like this really can’t continue like this!

Here we go, this should be much better…

When her fingers finally graze her chance at freedom, she seizes it, being thrown from the pocket between space and time into a place quite like her own, but ever so slightly different.

She hits the ground, skidding as gravel scrapes her arms and knees. She gasps for air, arms shaking and eyes already watering. The terror catches up to her. She cries.

But she’s made it.

A new frontier.

She’s made it.

[merasmus-suggests]

Begin more thoroughly exploring the limits of your currently barely growing and rather pitiful magic supply, per request of a neighbor.

[waitress-suggests]

wOOOOOOOooOOOOOOOO!!!!!

ALMOST CRASH THE FUCKING TRUCK BABY! BLAST HEAVY METAL ON THE ROAD, THEN QUIET IT DOWN ONCE YOU GET THERE!

MIRACULOUSLY THE FOOD IS STILL ALRIGHT!

[waitress-suggests]

Approach the guy on the ground with a medkit, try your best to help. That’s a lot of blood.

[waitress-suggests]

APERTURE SCIENCE LABORATORIES

ALRIGHT, CHANGE OF PLANS EVERYONE!

Guess who got their hands on a brand new pair of boots and the exact piece of equipment I was looking to steal? I was just going for the wrong job position...

Turns out I'm not as subtle with who I talk to about my plans as I thought I was, back in the office. But hey, I stole their equipment, and we're already on our way to the next step of the plan! Quick problem, it turns out that the portal gun only works on certain surfaces...

Also, for the time being, I don't know how to get the second object, nor add it to the portal gun... But hey, one thing at a time, right?

I met a guy who was kind enough to show me how to get behind the panels in the walls, so all I need to do is find a way to bring these surfaces with me, and we'll have step one wrapped up neatly.

And onto step two.

Hoo, boy.

I'm really doing this, aren't I?

[waitress-suggests]

Make the hike down to the base, now that you’re getting better at walking the distance. Sure, legs are sore, but it’s nothing compared to being on your feet all day in the diner anyway. 

Besides, at least I can wear sneakers.

Anyways, normally I’d be here to snoop around and poke fun at some people, but I also wanted to let the guys know about some rumors floating around.

After that pissboy tied me up in a warehouse, could you really blame me?

[waitress-suggests]

“Nah, there’s something else I wanted to tell you, you weird malpractice medicine man...” 

The waitress stands up, hoisting Merasmus into her arms bridal style and waltzing over to the other two, trying not to look at the floor because... Ew.