Log:Tales from the Elvis Presley Diner,

Tales from the Elvis Presley Diner 2021/08/06 Magda Samuel 1

Elvis Presley Diner

The Elvis Presley Diner has chrome plated everything, booths, tables, chairs, menu's and even curtain blinds! Pictures of the famous Elvis Presley are plastered all over the walls, along with imitation records and posters that depict an era that is still loved today. Waitresses dressed in typical 1950's style dress bustle along tending to their customers. Cooks wear the sailor white hats that was common for that era, while entertaining the patrons with fancy flips of burgers and other infamous foods. As she enters, right in the middle of what she's saying to you, Magda converts her normal skirt-plus-blouse-and-jacket into a Fifties version, as if there were an invisible screen at the door that transformed her clothing (/and/ her hairstyle, for that matter) into a period-appropriate look. "... inverts upon transformation," she's saying about some obscure point in physics, "then reverts when it transforms back. Which is why I figured to make it a strength instead of a weakness."

Sam is following along the conversation in an animated fashion, but the change in clothes catches his attention, he stops, looking Magda over in her new outfit and arches an eyebrow. "That's an incredible trick." He doesn't have the advantage of chaning clothes, so his suit is still a simple shark grey jacket and pants over a blue shirt.

Magda grins, and flirts her skirt a little as she saunters to a booth and slides in. "The benefits of using a granular semi-stable alloy for your clothing, and having magnetic powers -- you can switch outfits whenever you like." She gets a menu, but she orders the same thing she does every time -- the 'double double bacon bacon cheese cheese burger', which (despite its name) really is only two total layers of burger, bacon, and cheese. Plus bacon chili cheese fries and one of their to-die-for doublethick chocolate shakes.

Sliding in the Booth, Sam orders the same with sweet potato fries. He then nods slowly to Magda. "I have plans to eventually manage my suit into a similar configuration, though first I need to get it where I want it." He shakes his head. "But clothes you can change on a whim, that's impressive." He smirks a little with a shake of his head. "This is a nice place, come here often?"

Magda shakes her head. "Do what you can," she perhaps quotes some proverb or another, "as you can, lest you never do anything at all because one thing is not perfectly the way you want it. No, managing to create the alloy, /that/ was impressive," she half-teases. "While it remains coherent in magnetic fields, even low-level ones, and can actually amplify them, it destabilizes over a period of twenty-four to forty-eight hours once it's outside of such a field. Fortunately," she adds, adding a lemon Coke to her order to be delivered right away, "I just so happen to be capable of generating magnetic fields." She grins, then nods, looking around. "I ... like it. I was introduced to it soon after I came to Colonial Bay, and I come here three or four times a month. It reminds me of, well, going to school. Cambridge for metallurgy, Montpellier for medicine. Just ..." She falls silent for a moment, watching the cooks flip burgers in the back. "Not a simpler time, but the concerns were different."

Sam nods slowly as Magda explains the suit and then her interest in the Diner. "Sounds like a touch of nostalgia. We love to remember." He nods slowly at the school name drops. "Well, that's certainly a good predigree." He doesn't order a soda, apparently ready to wait. "I did mostly stateside for my studies, though they were part of a scholarship, so my decision in schools was limited."