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paixaorpg2008-06-14 10:06 pm
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Dinner Rush (Active)
Character(s): Magic Carpet, Remy, Brain Gremlin, Mewtwo, and Sonic. @_@;;
Content: Okay, so, a rug, a rat, a cat, a hedgehog, and a gremlin walk into abar restaurant.....
Setting: Cafe Eresatz (H4)
Time: Evening
Warnings: Random crack? Chaoticness? Man, I don't even know.....
Content: Okay, so, a rug, a rat, a cat, a hedgehog, and a gremlin walk into a
Setting: Cafe Eresatz (H4)
Time: Evening
Warnings: Random crack? Chaoticness? Man, I don't even know.....
After a hard day's work of searching the city, Carpet still had neither the need nor the desire for a good meal. Regardless, he had chosen to stop in a restaurant during dinner hours because he was assured a fair amount of people would be present, and somewhat a captive audience as well, until they finished or abandoned their food. It was perhaps a bit rude to interrupt humans' mealtime, he had to admit, but his considerable delay from amnesia had left him feeling unreasonably guilty already; he was willing to annoy a few humans if it got him the lead he was looking for. If nothing else, one couldn't fault Carpet for his loyalty and dedication.
They could, however, fault him for his exceeding difficulty in communicating with anyone, and the convoluted means by which he had to get any message across at all, misinterpreted or not. He had attracted the attention of a very confused cashier, and was now making an enthusiastic, if somewhat futile effort to ask him about Aladdin's whereabouts. Anyone watching might likely get the impression of an absurd game of acrobatic aerial charades: Carpet was doing the best he could to string a sentence together, pointing at the cashier and pantomiming looking around and listening, and maneuvering through complex loops and curves--if one paid close enough attention, they would be able to see the word "Aladdin" being written in the air with Carpet's body. e finished the question by curving his own body into a very serviceable representation of a question mark, save the absence of the dot, and waited expectantly.
The cashier stared blankly. Obviously, the two were getting nowhere fast.
They could, however, fault him for his exceeding difficulty in communicating with anyone, and the convoluted means by which he had to get any message across at all, misinterpreted or not. He had attracted the attention of a very confused cashier, and was now making an enthusiastic, if somewhat futile effort to ask him about Aladdin's whereabouts. Anyone watching might likely get the impression of an absurd game of acrobatic aerial charades: Carpet was doing the best he could to string a sentence together, pointing at the cashier and pantomiming looking around and listening, and maneuvering through complex loops and curves--if one paid close enough attention, they would be able to see the word "Aladdin" being written in the air with Carpet's body. e finished the question by curving his own body into a very serviceable representation of a question mark, save the absence of the dot, and waited expectantly.
The cashier stared blankly. Obviously, the two were getting nowhere fast.
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Looked like he was getting dinner and a show tonight.
He leaned against the patio railing, hunger momentarily forgotten as he watched what looked like a flying rug perform a few arial acrobatics. It was only when he tuned into the running commentary that he realized it was trying to communicate. Oops.
"What about those journal things?" he suggested. "They oughta work." Never mind that he barely knew how to make his function - there had to be somebody in here that could make one work well enough for the rug to use it.