Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hello, I'm Hayden Moore and I'm the current owner of this establishment. You have the choice of sitting inside by a window, or by the stage. Although if you want you can sit on the balcony overlooking beautiful Lake Delmor. Don't want to leave your car, then you can eat outside the resturant where we have our waitress come to you on roller skates. Just press the button by your parking space and we'll be right there. Eating on the go? Then use our drive thru! On the side with the drive thru we have a counter like you would find in a fast food resturant. It's there for the orders that you want for to go. Although sometimes you'll find our waitresses there, waiting on customers.

At the Chicken Wing we serve you chicken. Want something original, don't worry, we'll fix it up for you. If it has chicken in it, we probably serve it!

Our staff includes five indoor waitresess, three balcony waitresess, three roller skating waitresess, a chef and someone on the drive through.

We're hiring! Send in your applications now!

<< Previously



Still battered and bloody from his fight with the muggers, but nevertheless still intact- and bandaged to boot thanks to the efforts of a local 'mask-friendly' doctor, Scott walked into the Chicken Wing looking little the worse for wear in his turtleneck, ready for another of his favorite rituals.

"Hey, Lyra," he greeted. "So, tell me, how many lines did you do today? Finally get that quality mirror?"

"You know, for the coke?" He'd never learned how much drugs she took daily yet, but there was absolutely no way she had enough time in the day for all the things she claimed to do.

"You know, you keep saying that. So I suppose I'll just have to wait for the nervous breakdown. Seriously, when do you sleep? Are you like, some kind of robot?" He paused, considering this. "And, if you are, do you use your powers for good or for awesome?"

He finally grabbed a menu off the podium and went to find a seat.

Scott smirked as he walked to the gigantic corner booth. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much. Was I too close with that robot crack?"

Scott's brow knotted for a brief half-second. He paused before sitting down. "Has anyone ever told you that you smell like wet fox?" And again, that odd instinct that there was fire here. "Are you some sort of wet-fox-powered robot?"

He opened the menu, which had a conspicuous lack of what he was about to order. "I'll take the chicken milkshake."

The sense of fire faded as Lyra walked away, as did the smell of wet fox. That was something to tag away for future reference.

And, oddest of odd things, the check felt of it too- though much, much less than Lyra herself had. Mysteries upon mysteries. Scott closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling.

He sensed the kitchen flames, burning brightly, making their char-broiled fare. He sensed the seething, smoldering rage of Lyra and a... stranger fire. Scott opened his eyes. "Whoa."

What was going on with him?

"Tch. Fine," Scott said, a little annoyed at being treated like a hooligan. It was expected in the restaurant, but still, it was a policy he did wish the manager would revise. He put the three singles on the table.

Of course, she'd try something with his order. Scott saw it coming, which was why he extended this... new sense? it seemed as good a name as any- to try and figure out when she'd be back. Ah, she was done. Which meant that it was high time for him to slip off to the bathroom.

"Seems a little odd for you to deliver it so directly," Scott noted, as he was walking towards the restroom. "You seem... A little angrier than usual. Is something wrong? Did I go through it in the wrong order again?"

The anger was even hotter now, it was like he could feel it. And the smell of fox was even brighter, as the deeper flames... seemed to wait for something. "Are you okay?"