2009-03-10 (PreU) Never make eye contact

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Never make eye contact

Summary: Oh ye gods... another log with Tenna?? This one has 30% less squeeking than the first log she has posted. Possibly more than that! A NEW WORLD RECORD!

Who: Kyle, Tenna
When: March 10th, 2009
Where: The UR


The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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The Usual Restaurant(#1836R) 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.

It can be heard coming from miles away. That horrible, horrific... squeaking. Okay, so that's a slight exageration. SLIGHT. The beast what squeeks doth aproaches. SQUEEK! SQUEEK! SQUEEKSQUEEK! SQUEEK! The door of the Usual Restaurant is abruptly thrown open to which a certain hyperactive, self proclaimed know-it-all pounces in the doorway brandishing the recently rejuvinated Spooky doll proudly before her. "SPOOKY DEMANDS SERVICE!!!" The distinct sound of someone choking on a drink causes her to smirk gleefuly as she bounds towards the counter to harrass tonight's unlucky waiter or waitress. "Poop Cola, please!!!" It's yet to occur to her that her homeworld's drinks might not be available, but this IS the UR after all. What drink isn't carried here?

Kyle is sitting at a table taking a screwdriver to some device, the ironic thing he has a screwdriver in a glass next to him, you know, the alcoholic kind. At the sudden arrival of Tenna he just, well, stares is the best word.

Tenna snatches up her drink and gulps it down faaar too quickly for someone already as hyper for her. Eyeing the inhabitants of the bar this evening causes her to notice Kyle's stare. WELP! MISTAKE NUMBER ONE! Leaping over to a free chair next to him she griiiiins. "HI! I'm Tenna! What'cha dooooin?" There's a mischiviousness to her voice that proves she's just poking for a reaction. Still, at least she's friendly about it.

Kyle puts down his thing, looks like some sort of small electronic thing. "Um, just making something with random crap I found." He still looks rather quizzically at Tenna, not quite sure what to make of her. He just picks up his drink and sips.

Tenna oooooooh's. "Neat! This is Spooky!" She holds up her small skeleton-like squeak toy and squeaks it a few times for good measure. "I like random crap! Like this one time Devi and I where walking along looking for people in convertables to throw mayonase at and I found this REALLY NEAT old stereo on the sidewalk. It didn't work but I used it to make an AWESOME sculpture. Well, Devi called it a piece of crap because I kinda just smashed it with a hammer and nailed it to my wall just to annoy her, but I thought it was awesome..." She pauses in the uncomforable silence. "Sorry, I'm new here. I'm trying not to become a shut in. People need to get out more."

Kyle stares at the toy, "Um, it's very, uh.. nice? Oh, you know what's fun, you can go to McDonalds and ask them for extra pickles on the side, they give you a ton, and you just flick them at passing cars." He laughs, "I'm never home unless it's to sleep, especially since it's been blown up once already."

Tenna grins. This one seems to understand! "Yeah, but you should be careful about who you flick pickles at. The way I see it anyone in a convertible with the top down has it coming. Hee." Did she remember her...? Oh yes. There's her drink. Picking up the remaining half of it she finishes it off and gives the biggest puppydog eyes she can at the person behind the bar before turning to laugh. "Your place got blown up too? I'm staying on my best friend's couch right now. Her place got nuked. It was weeird. I swear the guys that did it looked like stuff off of cartoons or something. Which kinda made it cool in a way. You should always get a good laugh when something bad happens to you. Lessens the blow, y'know?" She eyes the bar again. Yep. There's a new drink. Shame she has to go get it now. With a heavy sigh she makes a huge show of going to get her refil before darting back to the table with Kyle. "Oh, hey. You never said your name..."

Kyle just shakes his head, "Devi's your friend? Yeah, my apartment's in the same building, that was a pain in the butt." He leans back, tipping his chair onto two legs. "Kyle."

Tenna smiles. "Nice to meetcha Kyle! You know Devi? Me an' her go waaay back. I used to live in the same apartment building with her. Well, there was that time when we quit talking because she threw a CAT at me. But we made up." She grins. Something about that grin suggests she's not making that up. "I'd probably go back home but I think I like this town too much. Besides, the aliens didn't let me see which way they brought me." Aliens?

Kyle he's doing that staring thing again, he's pretty sure this girl isn't playing with a full deck. "Um.. aliens.. right. Then again, I've seen strange since I've been here." He just shakes his head, "And she threw a cat at you?"

Tenna laughs. "I'm exagerating. She threw the cat down the hall. Claimed it had acid for blood. She really did throw that creepy kid at me, though. She had it coming. Kept running around going 'Are you my mommy?'" She shivers. "There was a lot of things in that apartment that really didn't make sense. Seemed normal at the time for some reason..."

Kyle is now staring wide eyed at Tenna like she's grown a third head. "She threw a.. /child/ at you? That's disturbing on so many many levels."

Tenna blinks. She seems geniunely taken back by that statement. "Is it? Well... um... maybe, I guess. I dunno. It's just one of those things I never really thought about too much. I mean maaaaybe if it hurt the kid or something. Made me fall on my ass, though." Taking a loong sip from her drink she ponders it. "I... y'know that IS kinda strange now that you mention it. That shoulda hurt me WAY more than it did." Yes. Because her ass is the important thing here?

Kyle scratches his head. "I meant the ch... oh never mind." He's learned not to argue things in this town, it's usually just going to cause a huge headache. He drains the rest of his drink in one go.

Tenna shrugs and takes another drink from her glass as well. "So...?" She points at the mess on the table. "What's this gonna be? Some kinda modern art? Maybe a paper weight of some kind? I'm good at making those! Can I help!?"

Kyle says, "Actually I found a schematic for a wrist computer, but seeing as I'm not used to that level of tech, it's making it really hard to build."

Tenna blinks. "Well... umm... what if you just made it bigger? I mean, what's your wrist need a computer for? Wouldn't it be better if you could use your hands or something to type with?" Is she serious or...? Nope. There's that smile again.

Kyle says, "Um.. I have a bigger one, but a smaller one is useful in case I can't lug around the big one, which can get a bit heavy you know."

Tenna nodnods! Sometimes it's hard to know if she's trying to be patronising or serious. No wonder Devi threw a kid at her. "Yeeeah. But that's why we got laptops, right? Or um... what're they? Pocket PC's? Couldn't ya just go buy one? Aren't there electronic stores around here?" She really hasn't been here long...

Kyle shrugs, "I guess, but I'm not exactly rich, and besides, I enjoy making things." HE stares at his watch for a moment and sighs. "I gotta get going. Good meeting ya' Tenna."

Tenna nods and smiles, "Nice meeting you too Kyle! Maybe we'll bump into each other again!"

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