|Crux meets Happy Noodle Boy|
You walk into a well lighted room, it's high ceilings lit by dozens of fluorescent lamps hanging from the ceiling. To the south and west are windows, which you would normally expect to see the outside world from, but looking out of them, you see only a misty gray haze. On the walls to the north and the east of the inn are an eclectic collection of paintings, photographs and even holographs of many cheap 1970's to 1980's B-movies. The bar on the east side is made out of hardwood, it's surface polished and shiny. Behind the bar, the various beverages that are served here are kept in relatively neat containers on wooden shelves. There is a large stage in one of the corners of the restaurant with a impressive sound system and a few microphones strung about it. Multiple round wood tables are in this room, near the north wall, is a double swing door that leads to the kitchen. On the east wall is a door leading to the UR's dance club and on the west one leading to the Gym. To the south, is the exit to the outside. A recent addition to the UR is a large fireplace against the west wall, it matches well to the rest of the restaurant and looks like it should have been there all along.
Johnny glances over at the silent Crux, wondering why he is so quiet.
Crux Caedon returns Johnny's gaze without words, looking mildly dazed.
Johnny smiles a bit wider than it seems possible, and walks over to Crux, waving his 'Happy Noodle Boy' comic. "Hello!"
Crux Caedon blinks momentarily. "... Hello."
Johnny grins at Crux. "Would you like to take a moment to read this fine piece of literature? It's quite popular with the homeless insane..."
Crux Caedon looks idly at the book. "..... Happy.. noodle boy?" His confusion grows slightly. "... A story?"
The one page comic is the same as all the others Johnny draws. Happy Noodle Boy, the terribly drawn stick figure, yells at strangers and gets shot in the head for no reason.
Crux Caedon blinks. "He doesn't seem very happy..."
Johnny glares at Crux, unsure of how to take the comment. "Excuse me?"
Crux Caedon blinks. ".. I don't know. Is he dying? It looks like he .. got shot. I'd be feeling a little unhappy if I was shot. But then, I'm not very normal. I imagine most people would just be dead."
Johnny leans over to look at the comic from Crux's perspective. "Oh... he doesn't die, you see? He's just like me! Well.. except for that one time... but that might have been a bad dream..."
Crux Caedon raises an eyebrow. "So.. does he like being shot then?"
Johnny looks at Crux, suddenly very confused. "No? Have you ever been shot? It's not very enjoyable..."
Crux Caedon blinks and nods slowly. ".. Several times." He rubs the back of his shoulder idly. "It was less than pleasant..." He looks back at the comic. "So then.. He's unhappy I'd assume."
Johnny begins to look annoyed. This wasn't the reaction he'd hoped for. "Don't you get the deep philosophical meaning behind it? He's Happy Noodle Boy, for Christ's sake! It's blatantly obvious...."
Crux Caedon blinks and peers deeper into it. "... It means.. being Happy... is bad for your health?"
Johnny grins. "Exactly! You can keep it. The blood smeared on it makes it a collector's edition..."
Crux Caedon blinks and looks at it. "That's... genuinely ... ... generous... of you." He looks at the blood. "Is that yours?"
Johnny blinkblinks. "No! What makes you think that?" That being said, Johnny walks back over to his seat humming to himself.
Crux Caedon continues to have his eyebrow raised for several moments. "... ... ..."