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The name of the scene

Summary: Sum it up in a sentence or two.



Who: Lina Inverse, Yoiko
When: March 25th, 2019
Where: The Usual Restaurant


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The Usual Restaurant(#1836R)

You walk into a very large restaurant with high ceilings that leave the rafters exposed. Fluorescent lamps hang from the ceiling, adding light to the floor 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 holograms of different movies, and a number of people who tend to visit the UR - caught as they're singing karaoke. The hardwood bar rests at the back of the restaurant, surface polished and shiny and all-together spotless (most of the time). Behind the bar are the various beverages that are serveed, and a giant mirror. There seem to be an inordinate 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 around it. Multiple round wooden 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 an exit. A large fireplace nestles 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.


The role of proprietor will now be played by Yoiko Hibiki. Twisted MUCK is filmed before a captive studio audience. Yes, another day at the UR. Since taking over from Aquariu, Yoiko has been busing herself and the waitstaff with giving everything a solid spring cleaning. Not that the Usual really ever seems to need it. (Just look at those rafters! You could eat off them!) For the moment she's digging through the uniform closet wondering just how and why there seems to be an infinite number of sailor fukus in varying colors in there. Another of the multiverse's great mysteries!


The role of antagonist, menace to the greater order, threat to all decency and enemy of all who live will be played by Lina Inverse. Please, just don't tell her any of that or she'll probably prove you right. The front door gets a none too gentle boot and a familiar blaze of red hair is immediately apparent. Along with it's owner, a girl with a cape removed and tossed over one shoulder like a sack of loot. It probably is but that's the thing with wizards, witches and people who call themselves sorcerers.

So the owner, a smallish girl with her very prominently red outfit making her distinct appearance ever more slightly garish, steps in and lets the door bang back shut behind. "Heeeeeey, anyone seen a buncha crooks running around trying to make an easy buck off of someone else's work? Probably someone super shady. With bad taste in clothes, probably talks WAY TOO LOUD?"

Right. Even if she's not describing herself she's not painting much of a picture with words. "Anyway, I just wanna find 'em. They're pulling some bogus knockoffs of my work and if they come around here lemme know the next time I come back!"


Even though Yoiko's player is supposed to be sleeping, she jerks upright at the sound of the door being kicked open and starts to welcome Lina before listening to her ramble on with a sweatdrop. Maybe Yoiko would be better off letting the bartender deal with her...? She glances towards the kitchen noticing he's busy. Well, maybe taking one order wouldn't be so bad. "It's been quiet in here so far. Anything I can get for you?" She's got uniforms draped over her shoulders, stacked on top of a table she's drug over to the edge of the bar, and a large pile of them on the bar itself. It's a wonder how she'd have been able to see anything.


Finally, most of the heat out of Lina's attitude, she relaxes a little bit. "Eh?" That's when it sinks in that shit's gone and gotten weird. Uniforms. Everywhere. "Yeah, sure, uh... The Usual?" Nobody laugh, please. It's too late for catastrophe. Without realizing her own wordplay faux pas, she finds someplace not stacked past her head with uniforms and dumps her stuff. "Hfuh. Anyway, just keep an eye out for weirdos selling awesome magic swords with magic blades, yeah?" She sits, then she drops her head on the table with a mighty slouch. Being angry is exhausting!


Don't talk about being exhausted! That's just cruel! *cough* Sorry, and "Sorry for the mess." Assuming Yoiko's memory is better than her sense of direction, the girl goes and starts getting things together for Lina. "Magic swords...?" Her head tilts to the side. "Wait, someone's bootlegging your stuff?" That's basically what she's saying, right? "No one's done anything like that around here since..." The pigtailed girl's eyes go distant a moment, like a long lost memory resurfacing. Sadly this one is just too far past the point of return and with a few blinks she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, what was I saying?" Anyways, food? Drink? Whatever combination it is, Yoiko sets some items in front of Lina and starts trying to wrangle the clothes back into the uniform closet. She's not even bothering to hang them or fold them but it doesn't seem to make a difference. "One of these days I'm going to have to ask how this stupid closet works. What if I wanted to change the uniform? Is that even an option?" Questions we may never find the answer to.


We people of the land of tired as hell will not be denied our voices! We will speak our minds! Anyway ANYWAY. "I made a thing," Lina concedes, lifting her head and waving a hand in the air. "And yeah, basically that's about right. You practice your ass off making magic amulets and enchanting clothes and when you finally step up and try to make something unique, some jackass somehow gets ahold of the design and copies it." Like, how the hell does that stuff even happen?! Roused by some semblance of sustenance, Lina bites onto something edible and chews it. "Magic closet full of infinite clothes? Bet if you asked it for bunny ears and heels it'd come up with something. That's usually how those damn things are." mumble "Enchanted priestess vestments my ass."


Yoiko stares at the empty bottom of the closet where she's been dumping clothes haphazardly while shaking her head at the general weirdness of it all. She *almost* tries asking out loud for something like that but decides against it, closing the doors instead. "I don't know how it works or if this is the same Usual Restaurant Cale and Carla used to run, but they had this thing in theirs too. I've never seen it spit out anything other than those sailor dresses and the waiter slacks and suspenders." Leaning against the closet to face Lina, the girl crosses her arms. "A part of me wants to climb in there... FOR SCIENCE, but uh... I'd rather not consider how long it'd take me to get back out." Thinking about it for a moment, Yoiko raises an eyebrow, "If you've seen other ones.. maybe that's where your copies are coming from? How hard are these things to make?"


Lina points with part of whatever it is she's eating. She hasn't bothered to check but it's the Usual, it's probably nothing deadly. "Careful asking the void for stuff. It could even be listening to us right now." She indicates the establishment at large with a sweeping gesture, then shrugs. "It could be, it could be different. Maybe it's both at the same time. I've been to a couple of these and uh. It's probably some extradimensional construct that exists on a higher plane than our dumb meat brains can really comprehend and so it just is. Our senses are just kind of barely making sense of any of it. Like that closet. It'll probably do whatever you expect it to." That thought causes a few greedy plans to run through her mind but she stops herself. "I've seen 'em crossing the Badlands. Some idiots have scooped these up, I'm guessing since they either know the design or because it's an awesome magic weapon for a bargain. Except none of the dupes I've found worked aaaaaand the previous owners were in various states of 'no longer with us'." Chomp. Food's gone.

"Pretty hard, though. Tapping the power of four separate incarnations of absolute destruction and evil without being destroyed, possessed or opening a way for them to invade the world you're in is a pretty delicate process. I also couldn't get the first few to stop exploding."


Great. Twelve years (give or take) of basically living in the back room of various URs and suddenly Yoiko doesn't feel safe here anymore. The lost girl shudders, "That's mildly terrifying." Which part specifically? Probably the exploding bit, but who knows. She idly picks the point of one her fangs with the tip of her tongue. All this time and she still knows so little about a place she's now taken ownership of. It's a lot to take in, especially with some chunks of time missing from her memory. When did that happen? GO READ LOGS, DANGIT. It's too late at night to be giving exposition! Pushing herself away from the closet with her foot, Yoiko starts to head back into the kitchen to look for the bartender. "Lazy bum has been back there too long..." She pauses just before pushing the doors open. "Just in case it takes me a bit," re-referencing the easily lost thing here. Keep up. "Good luck with everything. If I hear anything I'll let you know next time I see you." Just how long is she going to be in the kitchen? Well, if you have to ask that you haven't been reading anything I've typed. She waits a moment and then shoves the doors open in much the same manner as Lina made her entrance. "You'd better not be asleep again, Ralph!"



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