Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: Busted

Squee’s Date: 7

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“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we are approaching the door to the elevator.

“Greetings; Rarity and Squee!” Ellie exclaims, as we approach the door to her domain.

As Ellie is greeting the two of us, the twin doors are sliding right up; granting us access to the elevator, Rarity steps into the octagonal space with me in tow.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as Ellie steps in and the doors are closing behind her.

Since I can not see the other side of the room, I am escaping the trap; provided by the cramped nature of an elevator, even to one not directly suffering claustrophobia in the first place.

Had I noticed it, and merely ignored it, back then; but now I notice my hooves are a bright cerise, matching the colour of my touch-pads. The shoes under each hoof, a golden hue; glistering, as if polished for a show. The silicone in place of leather is a bloody metallic red, matching the general colour-set of my ensemble. But of course, it had been a matching set; if these colours do not work together, the ensemble would simply collapse.

“Where did you have in mind, for us to go?” I inquire.

“The top of the world Cafe, should be just right for this occasion!” Rarity responds.

“Sounds exciting!” I respond.

“Yes, Squee..” Ellie responds; “It certainly is; and the view is to die for, but it is a bit far up..” she snickers.

“Apparently, she could hear me, even as I am mute now?” I ponder.

“It’s just a mile, up; last time I checked..” Rarity is informing me, with a tirade of snickers.

“Whoa?” I mouth, giggling nervously.

“Whoa, indeed..” Ellie exclaims; “but it’s a fitting name! Considering; and I guess you can enjoy having your head, among the clouds?” she inquires.

I just nod, in obvious bemusement.

Just as before, Ellie is maintaining an even one G acceleration all the way up to the half-way mark; after which she switches to an even one G deceleration to stop at the exact point of the door. Just so smoothly, I had not even noticed it.

Since we had reached the destination, the doors slide up with a ping; then we spill out into the hall on the top floor, on our way to the cafe. While we are still indoors, the air-pressure remains constant and unchanging; no matter the weather, and the elevation we are currently on. This building maintains a constant one bar of air-pressure.

With the octagonal nature of the space, and the cylindrical core supporting her elevator; she could easily trick us, not to know which side we had entered the elevator in the first place. Being a changeling herself; did not exactly hold her back, in the endeavour.

As we spilled out, I think we exit through the same door we had entered. Well, why shouldn’t I? It is the nature of an elevator; at least, as far as I knew.

Either way, we spill out into the hall, leading to a double sliding door. Behind it, lay the cafe on the top of the world; it had earned its name, in all honesty.

If I had been expecting a floor made out of highly polished black marble, a similar oak or stainless steel; I would have been gravely disappointed, because it is not what I am facing.

This is in the center of a Changeling’s Hive, not a traditional sky scraper. The fact that I am not aware of it; changes exactly nothing, I have no right to complain or whine about this.

Of course; what would possibly give me or anyone else the right to whine, in the first place? It is not my building, or property; I am a mere guest, who had accepted to stay here for a short time. While I may not have been aware of everything, but I had chosen to accept the offer, on face value in the first place.

Now, I am enjoying myself; the time I am spending here, as best I could.

Rarity does help me, enjoying myself; her company is instrumental, now as I have her company in my presence. I had not known it, as I had signed in, I could not know it back then; but now I am exploring what she can do for me, in order for me to enjoy the stay here. Short as it may be.

Not to say, she does not enjoy my stay; I dare to say, she is enjoying it Royally with me. I am by her side now, and I intend to stay there.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” I hear the squeaks of my hooves, as I continue along the hall.

As I continue, I have Rarity by my side; the light from outside is growing in intensity, as we continue towards the sliding doors. Of course, they had installed a pair of twin sliding doors here. Why shouldn’t they?

Since I had come through the elevator, Ellie guiding me; the door is instantly recognizing me, even before I had even approached these doors. They eagerly slide up, as I am within Pi feet from the doors; I step out and they close behind me. While Ellie had returned to her duty, managing and navigating the elevator; Rarity remains by my side, as if she had been glued to me.

For some reason, non care that I am holding Rarity by the braid behind her back; they don’t even bat an eye, or give any other sign of even looking.

However, a Waitress is approaching me; a mere minute, after we had entered the cafe.

“How may I serve you?” the Waitress inquires.

This girl is looking identical to Ellie, and all the other staff; with the one distinction, her uniform. Apparently her ensemble is the colour of pure Gold.

“I should have realized it..” I mouth.

I just muse, and she is smiling at me.

“A table, for two would be nice..” I offer, momentarily forgetting all about being mute.

“A table for two, but of course..” she responds;”anything special, you had in mind?” she then inquires.

“I imagine, she would feel most comfortable; if she could be plopping down onto her seat. I would enjoy a chair; with softly hugging cushions, if possible?” I suggest.

“Yes, Squee; that would indeed be most comfortable..” Rarity responds; “Any chance, you have the table on the second floor?” she then continues, clarifying the situation.

“Right this way, Miss Squee and Lady Rarity..” the Waitress is offering, as she is leading us towards the table awaiting us.

I had not thought of it, but it seems I had been updated; from Miss to Miss Squee, by my Lady Rarity of the room service. How, or why; I do not know, but I don’t really care. Maybe Miss Squee is better, for the purpose of familiarity anyway.

Who would know, or keep track of how many were signing in under the name of Miss, at any given time, or overall? Miss, Mister; Lady or any such name is easy to invoke; when you sign in, anonymously, by choice or just by accident. Now, isn’t it? What if these were the default names, like a John or Jane Doe?

The floor upon which I had entered, is a highly glossy and elastic Latex material; patterned under Queen Chryssalis Hive. It is her formula, based upon her needs; it will hold up to her desires, as the Owner of this business.

I find a very natural footing, as I continue behind the Waitress leading up to the table, I had been requesting.

“If I enjoy this establishment; maybe I could make reservations for this table, in the future?” I ponder.

I feel the soft surface of the membrane, that is the floor under my hooves; enjoying the soft traction it lends me. Well, how could I not? While being a thin membrane, it still gives me the sensation of trotting over a soft earthen path; with the grabby surface holding each hoof in place effortlessly, and still having room for just enough traction for my comfort.

While the floor of the path between tables is black, the floor is a luscious spring green under the tables; easily imitating both the look and the feel, of stepping onto actual living grass outdoors.

After a moment, I find myself entering the slope up to the second floor of the cafe; following the Waitress over to the table, I had requested for me and Rarity.

Just plop down onto the seat; and enjoy yourself, Lady Rarity!” the waitress offers, pointing her right hand towards the preferred seat.

“Thank you, Waitress..” Rarity coos; “but call me Rarity!” she then adds.

“But of course, Rarity!" the waitress responds, eagerly.

Since this is a table for two, the seat opposite of Rarity’s is intended for me; thus I take my seat in possession, sitting down comfortably.

“Oooo-ooo-oooh!” Rarity mouths, open-mouthed, as she is plopping down.

“I take it, you enjoyed plopping down; going by your expression!” I mouth, secure in the knowledge, none of the guests would pick up on what I had stated.

Maybe, just maybe; being mute had a few advantages, with the personal I am surrounded by. Even if I am oblivious as to who and why can know what I say.

If Rarity can hear me, the entire Hives instantly knows too; if and when they request the information, when they need to know. Only the Waitress by my side cares to know.

“Yes, oh-oh-oh, yes, yes..” Rarity respond, with a semi-vacant smile on her face as she is looking at me.

“Good, good..” I respond; “I rather enjoy my seat here, as well..” I continue.

“I, oh-oh-oh..” she responds; “thought as much..” she continues.

“Coffee and cake..” I ponder; “or, tea and biscuit?” I continue, grinning widely.

“No..” I ponder; “Tea and Muffin, if that is possible?” I inquire.

“Yes, Squee..” the Waitress responds; “which blend and flavour would you prefer?” she then inquire, signifying they have a large selection to choose from.

“Is green Lime Tea available?” I inquire, and the Waitress nods; “and a regular Dessert, Blueberry and Cinnamon Muffin?” I inquire.

“She just nods; “Then I would love these, please!” I conclude.

“What would you like to have, Rarity?” the Waitress inquires.

“Normally, I would have been inclined to have a Soothie; but I am currently too full for these..” she is admitting; “I’ll just have the Tea and Muffin Squee has..” she then concludes.

Someone, in the kitchen is accessing the information pertaining our respective orders; thus the tea is already being brewed, a moment after it had been mentioned. The Muffin is selected, from a tray, a moment later; our order already being prepared, even before our personal waitress had even left our table.

While the water is boiling; the Tea-leaves are selected, then the Lemon is prepared. Two cups of tea is being prepared, while the Waitress is walking over to the kitchen on the second floor.

Why not, considering how it is improving the service at the cafe; and customer satisfaction is the name of the game, increasing the tips the Waitresses are receiving from the Patrons.

One could brew the tea today, or tomorrow; what is the difference? The tips, of course. The more expedient, and friendly the Waitress; the more Tips, she is receiving. Besides, just as the customer is preferring her Tea freshly brewed; the Waitress prefers her Love, fresh, from the satisfied customer too.

Our Waitress does not need to haste, but happily maintains a dignified measured gait on her way to the counter; where the order is already awaiting her, freshly prepared and ready to go.

She had been practicing the gait, maintaining both dignity and style; taking her from a table and back with the order, in just the right time to deliver the order in perfect condition. Haste does not improve upon product, or service; but timing and dignity makes happier customers, eager to tip well.

Since most of the customers have a pre-paid stay, in a room downstairs; money and payment is not an issue, in the first place.

Just order what you desire, knowing you will be enjoying it quite royally; you would be in the clear, no worries.

When customer satisfaction is concerned, no effort can be spared; the local is already on the top of the world, and the weather is perfect. The sun is on the sky, a frisky breeze and the atmosphere is jovial and comfortably war all day and all year around. No birds, bugs or other pests can reach the venue, ruining the experience here.

Busted

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