|The Bogey Man of TASK?|
You walk into a very large restaurant with high ceilings that leave the rafters exposed. Fluroescent lamps hang from the ceiling, adding light to the place and tables. Windows adorn the sides of the place, looking out onto the chaos that is Twisted. On some of the walls are paintings, photographs, and some holograms of different B-movies, and a number of people who tend to visit the UR as they're singing karaoke. The hardwood bar rests at the back of the place, it's surface polished and shiny and all together spotless (most of the time). Behind the bar are various beverages that are servered and a giant mirror. There seems to be an inordant amount of different drinks. A large stage rests in one of the corners of the restaurant, with an amazing sound system and a few microphones strung about it. Multiple round wood tables are in the room, and a swing door leads into the kitchen. Another door leads to the dance club, and another to the gym. And of course, there's and exit outside. A large fireplace rests in one of the walls, with a beautiful stone chimney that flows up and out. A long spiral staircase rests near the entrance to the kitchen, leading to a second floor balcony that overlooks the UR itself. The lights up there are a bit dimmer than those down below.
With a loud crash the front door of the Usual Restaurant comes crashing open. Johnny C, the resident maniac, comes marching in with a grin on his face and one of his black bladed daggers twirling at his side. Glancing around the bar suspiciously he scans for anything intresting before making his way towards the back of the room and dropping into a chair. Throwing his legs up on the table and leaning back he snickers to himself. Obeidiently a small blue skutter makes it's way towards him and blinks it's small 'eye' at him expectantly. Looking down he tells the droid, "Cherry soda. NO ALCHOHOL." The skutter tilts it's head and scrurries off leaving the maniac to his dagger twirling.
The door to the Usual Resturant once more opens, and in walks a man with black hair, black sunglasses, and a black trenchcoat. It seems today that Blues is going incognito. He steps up to the counter, and a pink skutter comes rushing up like the good little robot it is. "Gimme a beer." He looks down at the Skutter, as the thing takes off to get the customer his order.
Johnny pauses his dagger, gripping the hilt with the blade pointing downwards as Blues walks in. Watching him carefully as he approches the bar he seems ready to do something, until a member of the waitstaff arrives with his cherry soda. "Sir? May I ask why you demanded on no alchohol?" The waiter seems pretty disturbed for some reason. Johnny looks up at him and smirks, "Why yes. BECAUSE YOU FRIGGIN TRIED TO GET ME DRUNK LAST TIME!!" Friggin? The waiter, obviously startled, takes a step back. "Sir. I didn't try to get -anyone- drunk." Johnny leaps to his feet looking the man in the eye. "You fucking lier! The cat-girl last week?? Don't fucking tell me you forgot about that! Who d'you think was in that body, huh? Fucking bastard." The man seems to go white from Johnny's screaming. "I don't need money this baddly!" Without hesitation the waiter marches straight out the door. Johnny sits down cackling wickedly. "That was too much fun..."
Blues turns his gaze over to Johnny, and gives a faint chuckle. "Shouldn't you be nicer to the hired staff of this establishment?" He says this to Johnny, as another waiter comes out, and sets the beer down on the counter infront of Blues. "Of course, who am I to comment on the actions of a man such as yourself." He looks down at his right hand, and stares at a small device sitting in the palm of his hand. "Isn't that right, Mister C?"
Vash walks into the restarunt after having dodged the waiter by what appears to be sheer luck brought on by his...dancing? Earphones are planted firmly into the man's ears as he dances and sings along to the music. He does a little spin, his heavy boots clunking on the floor as he lets out a "Watcha!" and thumps onto a stool. "Oh WAITER! Waiter?" he pulls out the earphones and looks around before grinning at the replacement for the guy who just left, "I'll have a dozen donuts please!"
Johnny's attention is drawn too much on the man identifying him as 'C' to notice Vash. Cocking an eyebrow up he stares at the stranger. "Eh? My last name isn't C. You got the first letter right, so good job." Standing again he marches towards the man, sheathing his dagger and holding his drink instead. "So, uh, am I supposed to know you or something? Normal figments don't run around telling me how to treat the dime-a-dozen drifters that try to be waitstaff here. Obviously I'm supposed to be impressed with you somehow. Care to elaborate?"
"You're a very well known man. Especially by TASK. It seems that somehow, you keep escaping capture." Blues takes a sip from his beer, and pockets the device in his hand. "It's not every day someone runs into a bogey man of TASK."
Vash tweaks an eyebrow but looks back as a dozen donuts are placed infront of him. He lets out a cry of joy and begins to stuff his face in delight, letting out little sounds of happiness and contentment as he devours the doughnuts.
Johnny's eye twitches. He takes a heavy gulp of his drink and shakes his head as he lowers his glass. "Bogey man? Capture? What the fuck are you going on about? Who or what the fuck is TASK? You want me for something, I'm right here. I'm not running, I'm not escaping, I'm not hiding. Do I look like someone who's trying to stay out of sight?" Rolling his eyes he glances at Vash, snickering at his delight of donuts. "The burritos here are good too."
Blues takes another sip of his beer, and grins at Johnny. "TASK, would be the Council's enforcers to keep the dangerous maltravelers off of worlds they shouldn't be on, but of course, you wouldn't know anything at all about that, would you?" He turns his head towards Vash for a moment. "The beer is pretty decent as well." He sets his beer down on the counter. "Someone did something to one of the gates to another world, which thankfully hasn't caused any real problems.. Yet."
Vash looks up and does an exagerated gulp as he downs the rest of his donut. He smiles, "Yo," and gives a little wave as he offers a donut, "I'm more hungry than thirsty, thank you." He looks at both of them over the rims of the round lens of his sunglasses.
Johnny stares in continued confusion until the gates are mention. Then he manages to piece it all together. "Aaaah. The Council? Those self righteous bastards who tell everyone what to do like that stupid bitch that made me come here? You must be a lap dog, then! That explains the name. You get a task-a-day or something?" Snickering at himself he finishes off his own drink and sets the glass on the bar. "Yeah, I ran into one of you the other day. Some big chick with a tail? I told her to let me know if you guys could start killing people instead of capturing them, and volunteered myself if that ever changes. So that's all it takes to become wanted around here? Damn. I'm trying too hard..." With a mischivous grin he adds, "I figured I'd have to kill someone first."
"I'm no lapdog. I do things my own way. The way I see it, you did me a favor. The more maltravelers that decide to jump worlds, the more work I get, which means I won't be completely bored." Blues downs the rest of his beer, setting the empty glass down on the counter once more. "If you kill, that's on you. I'm just out to bring back people from the places they shouldn't be at."
Vash frowns when no one accepts the donuts and shrugs, going back to his munching. He listens as he chews trying to figure out just what is going on. A frown mars his features as he listens to both of these odd men speak of killing.
Johnny raises an eyebrow as he tries to comprehend the terminology. "Uh huh." With a shrug he turns away, clicking out a dagger from his sleave again and begining to twirl it. "Eh, well. Doesn't matter if I kill anyone anymore anyways. Figments don't count as people. It's about damn time for the dream to end. I'm tired of sleeping. Terry can kiss my ass about that promise. I'm not sure he even existed anyways..." Rambling on the entire time, Johnny makes his way back to his usual table and sits down again once more propping his legs on the table top. "...too much crap for too fucking long. Too many dreams. Someone's got to be behind it all."
Blues shrugs his shoulders as he heads towards the door. "Does it really matter if they're figments? And how can you be sure that they are just that?" He opens the door. "Maybe you should take a look at things from a different angle. Would you really want the dreams to end, and lose those whom you may cherish?" He steps out the door, starting to whistle softly.
Vash blinks and looks from the leaving form of Blues to the obviously disturbed Johnny, "Dreams?"
Johnny's eye twitches at Blue's parting comments. "Everyone's pulled into the dream with me. When I leave, they go too. Fucking jerk telling me what to fucking believe." Stabbing the table with the dagger, a blackness begins to pour out engulfing the table. He raises an eyebrow towards Vash. "Yeah. Dreams. We're all fuckign locked in a fucking dream! Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? I can bend reality the way I see fit. I can make figments real. That's all the proof I fucking need." Now the entire table is completly black. "Look at this shit! It's all illusions. ILLUSIONS SHOULDN'T BE REAL! Fucking figments." Johnny yanks his dagger out of the table and begins to twirl it again. "Figments aren't going to tell me how I should dream. I'm about ready to see the other side..."
Vash is actually passes out on the bar, snoring softly, a bit of drool starting to puddle under his head.