The dying ancient ruins with their shopping carts

Big Bear Diner 
@"Levka Orlovsky"

  He released a heavy yawn as he made his way into the Diner. It seemed he had come at a perfect time. There were people present and scattered but the place was not jam packed. "Note to self: Weekday lunch here. Always." Vidar thought idly as he found a free table. He assumed the breakfast and brunch crowd had just cleared out. He gave polite small talk with his waitress, anything to get his hands on some coffee sooner rather than later. When he was blessed with a mug full of black coffee, Vidar quickly downed it.

"You guys got any uh newspapers or somethin'?" He asked with a crooked grin. It wouldn't hurt to catch up on current events and maybe — just maybe — look into getting a proper job. It certainly wouldn't kill him, that was certain. While the waitress went to go look for one, he found himself with his gaze locked on the views outside the diner.

It was beautiful out despite the chilled air. Perhaps he would stop being lazy and go do something.


Levka had started out with pretty decent intentions, really. When one of the members of staff had called out sick--the fifth non-consecutive day in the last two weeks--he had decided to stay on after his own breakfast and be helpful. Well, he tried, anyway. But menial tasks that came with running a diner were absolutely mind-numbing, and with no one willing to tell the owner what to do, he'd felt rather aimless. He'd put together a couple of new barstools, helped tick through the morning inventory, then volunteered himself to take the trash out back to the dumpster...

Then found a nice patch of sunlight in the otherwise frigid outdoors, sat down on along the wall just outside that back exit and... dozed off while fiddling with his phone and trying to decide if he'd done enough to say goodbye and good luck to his employees.

Phone buzzed in his hand a bit later and he startled back to consciousness, blinking as he collected his senses. Right, he'd been... right... Flexing his cold hand, he shoved his phone into the interior pocket of his jacket and stretched as he stood. Clearly no one had missed him enough to come looking, they probably figured he had bailed. Which meant he was, in fact, free to bail.

And he would have, if it hadn't dawned on him as he turned the corner to head around to the parking lot, that there was an unfamiliar bear nearby. Like... here. Rogue. Not one of his own. He paused, reassessing his plans, then decided to go in through the front and into the dining area, eyes scanning as he subtly sniffed out the individual in question.

Despite a slightly less than amazing mood, he felt an odd little spark when the familiar whiff of... not just bear, but polar bear dared to grace him. Anticipation mounting, he made his approach.


  He had been graced with a newspaper soon enough and was forced to look away from the outside world. He idly flipped through the pages. Vidar paid more attention to the things he shouldn't have than the things he had intended to look at. It seemed that fancy creature that lived inside him post-attack didn't have time for such an action.

He tried to figure out what it wanted now but truth be told, he wasn't very good at reading it just yet. He was really only good at the basic needs stuff. Especially food. Oh. Maybe that was what he needed? Then it hit him like a smack in the face. No one had said Vidar was very attentive or even the smartest guy around. Granted even he could not ignore the male who approached. He set down his newspaper and patiently waited. Perhaps he was just paranoid and the guy was headed towards someone behind him.

He could only hope — even if the hope diminished by the second.

Getting a good look at the young man revealed a number of things--first, that he was young. What was with all these baby bears, really? Not that he could openly complain for it--a bear was a bear--but it began to feel like he was rounding up college students and trying to make sense of that. Made him miss home at times--the older, well-established sorts to make a foundation and then the new recruits to keep things lively.

Second, scrawny, pale thing. If the boy had been human the bear would have considered how he would snap like a deer leg under a harsh paw. As it was, he felt some compulsion to test mettle anyway, to see what such a cub was made of, harbored in such a body, that was more enthusiasm than hostility.

Still, he kept himself from casually smacking the young man to get a rise, knowing that was just the mood talking and not common sense. Instead, he sat himself down across from the newspaper wielding ursine without even asking. Maybe he'd needed more of a nap than he'd gotten.

Ignoring the slightly paranoid look his approach had received, he started off strong. "I think you and I might have a few things to talk about." Voice cast low in the way it had to be in public places when they discussed such things, he nonetheless wasn't overly worried--the diner was pretty barren at the moment, the closest patron several tables down.

  Of course it had to be him. It couldn't have been the people behind him or anything. He let out a soft huff and shifted so as to sit a bit straighter. Blue eyes gazed over the other man before settling on his older facial features. "Seems to be that way." He responded with a light shrug of his shoulders. Most likely too brazen for his own safety. "Care for a chat over coffee?" He asked genuinely and with a pale quirked brow. Vidar didn't have money to be throwing around but surely another coffee wouldn't be awfully expensive and it would look more natural that way. Especially if they planned to hash details out in public.

Vidar was well aware that he was likely skating on thin ice and there was no doubt his inner beast wanted to smack him for it.

"We can chat over whatever you like." A pointed pause and he put his elbows into the table in his typical interrogation posture, then he added. "Bears eat free around here."

Testing the water a little more harshly than he sometimes did, but this one wasn't shying away just yet and that was the mood he found himself with. With how thin the presence of other polar bear felt, there was a chance he was fantastically clueless as to his own new identity. From that blank slate to his being a recent escapee from a sleuth a couple states over or something, the spectrum was a wide one best pinned down as soon as he could manage.

Still, he could afford to be nice enough, even if he wasn't going particularly gentle this afternoon.

  Vidar couldn't halt the toothy grin that swept over his pale face. This new stuff wasn't entirely bad, huh? It seemed there were perks to being a freak of nature. God what he'd give to rub it in his family's face. Even if it only meant they might believe him some. "Yeah?" He asked with that toothy grin. There was some skepticism to be had at such a rich offer. "You yanking my leg or somethin'?" The pale male asked as he slumped back into his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he considered everything that had unfolded so fast.

Who was this guy anyway? Walking in here and yapping about stuff that Vidar had never dreamed of yapping about in public. No one seemed to be too focused on them though and so he assumed it was fine and dandy here. For now at least.

The slightly crossed idiom completely dodged any vague understanding, and Levka was left... knowing that the boy didn't mean literally, but not really sure what he meant.

His head tilted just a little, a betrayal of his having to take a moment to think, but then he pressed on with the confidence he'd earned over the last year. "You are new here, I know this. But where have you come from?" Was he a local, simply wandering north for the first time? A college kid, fresh to town? Shipped in with his family, living in godforsaken Red Rock like Beata?

This young bear was mindful, cautious enough to keep his hands inside this particular ride and not lose any limbs, but still... it was a ride he was smiling on, and that was more than some.

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