|Welcoming another to Twisted...|
The Twisted street stretches on and on in two opposite directions, though in a straight line it does not stay. Forever is the street a black and white color, and even your own body and clothing begin to lose their flare and become a dull grey if you stay outside for too long. The sky above this part of the street is dark and grey, and rarely does the sun shine through. Newspapers from various times and places roll across the street, which isn't properly maintained and has multiple cracks in its forever running surface. Never does the wind stop blowing softly here. Pieces of buildings warp in and out of existence at times, all except one. A lone restaurant sits amidst the madness, alone and untouched by the darkness, a beam of light from the grey clouds occasionaly touches its surface.
From here do all the worlds, times, and lives of Twisted connect, on a never ending road that has no beginning or end. A simple five minute walk could bring you to another world, another place, another time. One can also get lost if they stray to far from the road, though rumors of Street wanderers spread eternally; those who have learned to stroll through the maddening insanity beyond the road. Wander where you will, but stick to the path lest you never return to it.
Tabitha comes padding down the street silently, her tail swishing casualy behind her. With a heavy yawn the girl takes out a dagger and begins to twirl it absently at her side. "Where th' heck is he...?" She pauses briefly contimplating checking in the UR. The sudden rumble of her stomach seems to be trying to persuade her. Tabitha sighs heavily, "...this is takin' way too long..." Further up the street, a somewhat confused looking young man walks along, scratching the back of his head as he looks from one side of the street to the other. "....this can't be a dream..." he mutters under his breath. Lifting his head, he sees at least someone else out here in this weird place. Firo smiles a bit, quickening his pace just a little, lifting a hand to wave in greeting. "Hey!" he calls. Tabitha halts in mid step as she starts walking up to the door of the restaurant to glance at the voice. The small girl blinks and turns her head to the side as she tries to place if she'd met this person or not. "Um... Hello!?" With a shrug she begins to walk towards him, her tail's swaying coming to a stop. "Do I know ya?"
Firo grins, jogging up the rest of the way before slowing to a stop once he's within comfortable speaking distance. "He-" He blinks, just noticing the tail, the ears. Hold on a sec. He shakes his head as he catches himself staring, grinning once more. "Hello. Um... no, probably not. I'm not from around here...." he says slowly, glancing around as he rethinks what he's just said. "...or rather, I'm kinda lost." As if it somehow knew someone was looking at it, one of her ears twitch. Tabitha forces a smile and shrugs, "Well? Where ya tryin' ta get to?" She's got time to kill, she argues with herself, after all she's been looking for Johnny for HOW long now?? "This place is kinda confusin'. I get lost sometimes too..."
The boy blinks again, then smiles sheepishly. "Ah... I'm... not really sure..." He pulls his hand from behind his neck to stuff into one of the oversized pockets of his trenchcoat (which is missing currently from his description- oops). "Actually...I'm still trying to figure out where I am." Heh. Confusing, she says? That is definitely an understatement. Firo glances up at the shifting skies. Tabitha laughs, "Aaaaaahh... Now I git it..." The girl puts away the dagger she's been playing with by tucking it into the satchel on her back, then begins to rock back and forth on her heals. "Well, yer in Twisted. It's an in-between place between worlds or somethin'. I dunno. I was pretty much born here. I haven't gotten out much." Ok, well... she's mostly telling the truth. "There's all kinds of worlds that cross back and forth on the street so you gotta be careful if yer wandering around." Smiling in that disgustingly cute way only little kids seem to be able to do she states, "My name's Tabitha. What's yers?"
Firo glances at the dagger, having been quite aware of it from the start, but it hasn't seemed to discomfort him any, and there's no real reaction to her putting it away. He looks at Tabitha as she explains, nodding slowly, even though he's having a hard time grasping this to be truth. Then again, it's not like he has a better explanation for all this, and it isn't like he's not used to the paranormal. Comes with being... well, that's another topic. In any case, being stuck in a place between other worlds? It sounds a little far-fetched, but he can't say anything when he's standing here. "Tabitha huh? Nice to meet you. Name's Firo," the young Camorrista grins, offering the kid a hand to shake.
Tabitha takes his hand and shakes it. Her stomach chooses to growl again at her angrily and she blushes slightly. "Um... yer not hungry are ya? There's a really good restaurant close by, but you could probably already smell it, huh?" She grins and eyes the door to the UR longingly. "...but if yer lookin' fer somethin' specific, I guess I c'n help ya. I know my way around 'ere alright."
The Camorrista smirks as he hears that growl from the girl's stomach. "Heh. Well, I'm not looking for anything in specific 'cept a way to get back to New York, but since I'm here, I might as well have a look around!" He glances over towards the restaurant. "Food sounds good though, now that you mention it," he says as he looks back down at Tabitha.
Tabitha hmm's as he mentions New York. That's not nearly specific enough in a place like this. "Well, I c'n say I've not seen a portal ta New York here, but that doesn't mean there isn't one..." The word 'food' of course makes her grin. "Right this way!" Happily she turns and nearly skips towards the door of the UR, even going so far as to hold the door open for him. "You'll like this place! They have everything!" With a sly grin she adds, "Heck, ya don't even have ta pay most of th' time..."
Firo shrugs, not looking nearly as put off by that bit of news as he probably should. "Oh well. If there is one, hopefully I run across it." He can't help but grin back at Tabitha and her eagerness to eat. "Oh really?" Hey, free food makes it even better! Slipping a hand over his fedora, the young man trots along after the little cat girl to the UR.
The Usual Restaurant
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.
Tabitha follows Firo into the restaurant, her tail swishing happily behind her as she nearly leaps to the bar. She happily stares at the first bartender that notices her and grins, "C'n I have a burrito, pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" Suddenly eyeing the toast the girl tilts her head to the side and blinks. "Don't most places have pretzels or somethin'?"
Firo takes his time in getting to the bar as he's too busy looking around the place. He tips the brim of his fedora up with his hand, grinning. Interesting place. As he approaches the bar finally, he glances to the pile of toast sitting there, his grin faltering as he blinks in confusion. "Whoa. They having a breakfast special or somethin'?"
"Well, pretzels are high in salt, and very bad for you. Why, once back in the early Twenty First Century, one of the Presidents of the United States nearly choked to death on one! Such awful things!" The breadpan on the toaster flaps cheerfully, as the browning knob swivels back and forth. "So, let me ask you this... Would you like some toast?"
Tabitha narrows her eyes at the toaster as soon as she's sure the bartender took her order. "Um.... no. No thanks." Glancing at Firo she grins, "Lotsa weird stuff goes on in 'ere. It's fun. Just remember to run if a penguin tries ta jump on ya."
Firo stares at the toaster. "Did...did that just..." He peers at the thing, only half hearing Tabitha's words of warning. Blinking again, he lifts his head to glance back at her. "What... penguins, really?" There's an odd sort of smile attached to that question, the kind of clueless 'did I just hear right?' kind.
"How could you not want some toast? Its better then that nasty burrito you're about to get. Did you know that the cook spits into every last item he makes back there? His own personal way of getting back at the non-paying customers of this world." The breadpan flaps knowingly, as the toaster continues on its little rant. "It'll all go straight to your hips anyways in about five years. You don't want to end up looking like Pluto now do you?" The browning knob turns slowly, as if the toaster were trying to think for a moment. "How about a crumpet?"
Tabitha's ear twitches. "Excuse me?? They do not spit in th' food 'ere. An' tha burritos are NOT nasty! The UR has th' best burritos, thank you. Stupid toaster." She decides to ignore it, shruging at Firo. "Yeah. Th' penguins e'splode. They're really annoyin'." Out of the corner of her eye she glances at the toaster. "...not sure which is worse, though." It's not that she's met the thing before, but sometimes you just know...
Once again, the toaster gains Firo's attention, and experimentally, he pokes a finger at it. "How does it do that...?" he asks no one in particular, curious as a kid eyeing an electrical outlet wondering what lies behind those two holes. "Exploding penguins huh... that's different." This place certainly did sound a whole lot interesting. He only wishes Maiza or someone were here to see it with him. Of course, they might have an entirely different take on things...
The breadpan slams down on Firo's finger. "No touching the goods. Last time someone touched me, I ended up in a trash compactor." It seems that this toaster knows just what will happen if someone gets the bright idea to move him. He'll be destroyed. Again. "So. What about a muffin?"
Tabitha eyes the toaster angrily, but the smell of food destracts her. Turning her attention to the burrito she grabs it and stands. "Well, uh..... Firo? I'm gonna have ta head out. I'm s'pposed to be lookin' for a friend of mine." At least the appliance can't follow her out. "I'll probably see ya later! Maybe it'll be quieter here then!" Oooh, another jab at Talkie. Taking a bite she waves at him, already backstepping towards the door.
"Yow!" Firo yelps, reflexively giving the toaster a whack with his free hand as he yanks back the other, sucking on his sore fingers. "Man, what a grumpy toaster," he mutters, as if he's known better ones. The boy glances at Tabitha. "Ah? Oh, all right then," he nods slowly, then grins. "See you around!" He waves a hand at her.
"Just think, that every time you take a bite, you're kissing that slob of a chef!" The toaster yells angrily at Tabitha as she starts to flee from the UR. "Oh sure. Let's acknowledge the toaster, but let's not have any toast. I'm a BLOODY TOASTER! It's my entire existence to make toast! I toast, therefor I am! And you two would see fit to prevent me from fulfilling my one goal in life. To give you freshly toasted bread." The bread-pan suddenly stops, and the toaster seems to come to a realization. "Oh, I understand now. You're a waffle kind of girl!"
Tabitha groans heavily as visions of mallets and broken toasters flash into her mind, then turns and steps outside...
Firo looks back at the toaster after Tabitha has left. Well. This is just a bit awkward. "So. You were saying the chef spits in his food... but here you're a talking toaster, so techincally the toast you make comes out of your mouth, right? How's that any less sanitary?"
"If you're going to mock me, then I don't see why I should continue to talk to you. I'm a Toaster. I'm made of cold hard metal. I don't have the capabilities to 'spit' like you meatbags do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see if the Chef would like some toast." At this point, a skutter rolls up, and picks up the toaster, dragging it back into the kitchen, where a screaming match then takes place.
"...and it moves by itself." Firo stares a good while before he finally shakes his head. While his appetite's affectively been lost by all this, his mood doesn't seem to be dampened any. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns and decides he'll wander a bit more. Tugging his fedora down on his head, he slips his hands into his coat pockets and heads back outside.