Dinner Rush (Active)

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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 a bar restaurant.....
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.

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I know....

Carpet drooped a little in disappointment at the return of the varied and sundry negative responses; nobody even seemed to know who he was. He shook his--well, not quite head, but rather the end of him that was highest in the air right now--at the rat's question, holding up a tassel that looked remarkably like a peace sign; the second, as he was trying to indicate, punctuating this point by bending a tassel back to tap at what would count as his back, then suddenly allowing himself to plummet; Carpet hit the ground with a muffled thud, wondering if they'd quite get his explanation as he rose back into the air. He'd been flying with Aladdin on his back, after all--and Jasmine, for that matter, but that would just complicate things--before he'd come here, and had fallen because of coming to Paixao. Maybe the lizard-monkey thing would be able to explain it to the others, if he was used to reading body language....

If he could have groaned at Sonic's question, he would have; describing things was far more complicated than just actions, for the most part. Regardless, he tried gamely, pulling the very surprised and confused cashier out from behind his counter. First a tassel sweeping across the top of his head, then moved down an appropriate amount--Aladdin wasn't quite that tall, after all--and then the harder part began.... It probably would have been funny, if it wasn't so ridiculously frustrating. He made a good effort to shape imaginary clothing and features with tassel gestures, then point to the thing with the closest matching colors he could find, before moving onto the next thing. It wasn't even possible to get all the colors right; the best he could do for skin tone had been to poke the man's arm and point to a tabletop, and the best way he could think of to describe bare feet was to simply point to the man's shoes and shake the end of him that stood for a head.

As he was about to give up though, he spotted a few gypsies walking past in the street--they were still as fair-haired and skinned as the rest of the citizens, but their clothes were far better for his description than the poor cashier's.... The excited Carpet zipped over to intercept them, bowling the group over and whirling around them in a series of blindingly fast loops. They were left stumbling, disoriented, and missing several articles of clothing, as Carpet flew back over with his prize. The baggy white pants (unpatched, though that was a minor detail) were pulled over his lower end so the legs could dangle and flap, while a purple vest was pulled on over the two higher corners that he used as arms, and a small red cap was perched on his upper edge. It wasn't the best cosplay in the world, but it'd have to do; he simply didn't have the shape to pull off anything better. As for the gypsies, they'd just have to be patient; he'd give the clothes back when he was done.