[ A small blond boy busts into the restaurant. With full dramatics, hand still on the door, legs in a springing pose, his ad-lib could use a little work: ]
Where... in the WORLD! Is Carmen Sandiego?!
[ This boy is too over-the-top to be on a soap opera, goddamn. ]
[Well, Emil, congratulations, because you've now got a dinner crowd looking in your direction, a maître d' who looks like he's just swallowed his gum, and one Carmen Sandiego in a cocktail dress with a glass in her hand, hiding a smile and not altogether succeeding.
It's the maître d' who recovers first, however, and regains possession of his senses just long enough to ask, a little irritably: who are you, and what on earth do you want with Carmen Sandiego?]
[This is rapidly turning into the Ridiculous Multisyllabic Names Convention, isn't it. But at least Carmen's shown herself now, with that exclamation — and is making her way over with confident strides, feigning concern.]
[At this point, about half the people paying attention to this are starting to look at Emil with the height of skepticism, and the other half are looking to Carmen to follow her lead as to what to do about this.
Fortunately, Carmen's all in and playing this completely straight, and her concern comes off so real you almost wouldn't know she's acting.]
I'm afraid I'm just going to have to cut this night short. Carry on without me —
[oh lord here comes The Most Interesting Man In The World, having caught on that something is Amiss]
— and it sounds like there's not a moment to lose...!
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Where... in the WORLD! Is Carmen Sandiego?!
[ This boy is too over-the-top to be on a soap opera, goddamn. ]
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It's the maître d' who recovers first, however, and regains possession of his senses just long enough to ask, a little irritably: who are you, and what on earth do you want with Carmen Sandiego?]
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It's Bustopher Jones! Very urgent. Must take her away now or it might be too late!
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[This is rapidly turning into the Ridiculous Multisyllabic Names Convention, isn't it. But at least Carmen's shown herself now, with that exclamation — and is making her way over with confident strides, feigning concern.]
An emergency? Is he all right?
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Fortunately, Carmen's all in and playing this completely straight, and her concern comes off so real you almost wouldn't know she's acting.]
I'm afraid I'm just going to have to cut this night short. Carry on without me —
[oh lord here comes The Most Interesting Man In The World, having caught on that something is Amiss]
— and it sounds like there's not a moment to lose...!
[RUN, EMIL]
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[ ALRIGHT CARMEN YOU SAID IT LET'S BOOK IT ]
--You were really good in there!
[ He says, catching his breath. ]
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At what, socializing or making a convenient tactical retreat?