| Welcome to Twisted, Scott | ||
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| Summary: First impressions say everything, so when Scott meets robotic bards first thing what does that say about Twisted?  |
The Usual Restaurant 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. There is... a brief *stutter* in reality, and a moment later a 5'8" Caucasian catboy in a labcoat, scarf, and baggy T-shirt and cargo shorts steps out of the Employees Only door and then just... stops, like he forgot what he was doing. And then continues staring into space, before putting out a hand to lean against the wall, and walking unsteadily to the nearest chair to sit, still staring into space for a moment. It's the Usual and the usual types of clientele are present dining and talking and enjoying the reliable atmosphere and friendly staff. There is live music being performed on stage that seem to be covers of classic rock songs. Hardly a second glance is given to the catboy that steps out of the Employees Only door. A busy waitress carrying a tray with a number of orders passes by him with a smile just as he takes a seat. "I'll be with you in a minute," she affirms before she weaves around the tables and chairs to deliver food and drink. His ears twitch and he lifts his head, turning to look at her for a moment, then looking down at himself and patting himself down down with a mildly alarmed expression. "Um... I'll be right back..." he mutters, quietly, and hurriedly walks to the bathrooms before freezing in place and looking between them for a few seconds before sighing, pushing open the Boys' door, and walking through. There's the sound of a faucet and a splash, and then the rustling of paper towels. Then a catgirl emerges from the same room, wearing now even-more ill-fitting clothes, and with bright purple hair down past her waist instead of dark brown, though her ears and tail match the old hair. Her face, collar, and some of her hair is a bit damp. She slips onto a barstool and smiles at the waitress before looking around to see who else is here, tail curiously swaying. The servers seem to be handling those eating at the booths and tables and those at the bar are usually served by those tending it, but the latter are busy, too. After a bit, the one waitress passes the catgirl at the bar after exiting the kitchen, returns the smile given her, and reaches over to pick up a menu. "Just a moment. Sorry for the wait," she offers as she steps beyond and into the dining commons to make her way over to a table. She pauses, looks around, but apparently there's no sign of the customer that was just sitting there a bit ago. She shrugs to herself which catches the eye of a nearby customer, there's some friendly banter that gets lost underneath the music and conversation, and then she's heading back to the bar once more. The Usual may be the Usual, but there are a few details off that may mark this is not being the same Usual that the catgirl may be familiar with. The general layout, the placement of decor, and the atmosphere are all close, but not quite. Maybe it's just the faces in the restaurant. Or the patterns of the flooring. Or the smell of the air drifting in from outside as the door opens and closes from those coming and going. Or maybe it's the tall colorful animals on the stage playing a cover of I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts. The waitress drops the menu in front of the fresh face there on the counter. "Sorry about that. Welcome to the Usual. Here's a menu, but you can order anything you'd like and our kitchen staff will do their best to make it. Can I get you anything?" "It's fine." the catgirl answers. "I'll just have, um..." she thinks for a moment. "A chocolate milk. Wait, do I have any money?" She fishes a wallet out of her back pocket, peering inside. "Yeah, I'm good." she puts the wallet away again. "That's all for you, hun? Just a moment, I'll get that to you as quickly as possible." The server hustles away, but not before stepping aside to catch a request on a drink refill. "I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox, baby! I love rock and roll, so come and take your time and dance with I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox, baby! I love rock and roll, so come and take your time and dance with me!" A powerful ending to a powerful repeating melody, the performers on stage playing those guitars and a keyboard take a moment to accept any applause. The bear with a top hat lifts a hand. The purple rabbit's ears lift up higher. The chicken tilts her head to the side with a beaky smile. The fox peers slyly about the diners. The catgirl may feel a direct stare. "Thank you, true Fazbelievers. Without your support, we would never be able to celebrate such musical creation with those like you wonderful little boys and girls," says the bear. "As always, we're happy to accept requests between songs- between songs so don't be afraid to step on up -- on up -- and tell us what's on your mind." The temporally-displaced catgirl has skipped over Fazbear and Friends AND Five Nights at Freddy's, so she simply sways a bit in her seat to the music. When the band stops playing and TALKS, though, she looks over, eyes flicking between the band members as she tries to discern whether they are simple automatons or something more. After a moment, she slips off her seat and approaches the stage, looking the fox up and down. Much like other entertainment venues that use such things, the performers on stage don't actively react to anybody that actually approaches the raised area used as a stage. The motions made are a little stilted, but the craftsmanship and appearance of the bear, bunny, and chick are amazing in detail. They rather look just as alive as any other bear, rabbit, or chicken person might. Their faces have great emotion in such motion. Even as the catgirl walks up, the fox doesn't move in position. He seems to stare at the point where she was rather than where she is. Unlike the other three, however, the fox may have been made with similar craftsmanship and mechanical articulation, but where the other three might pass as something alive he is tattered and some of his mechanical insides show. There is no curtain to hide the band in-between songs. The four seem to remain mostly still in the interim. ...except that the fox's one visible eye is now turned to gaze at the only person that has walked up. She looks at that hole in the chest. The internal structure seems overly simple for any chassis that might be used for a robot that's a *person*. And then she looks up and the eye is looking right at her. She steps back, her tailfur all bushy. "Guh. Look, I just wanna hear... I dunno. I like video game tunes, honestly. I'm just a guy with weird musical tastes. GAH. Girl. ...I like 80's music too. And electronica." One by one, each of the band members turns their heads to look. It might lead to an awkward moment that only amplifies that odd anxiety displayed from such a tell-tale tail. Something's not right h- The rabbit cracks up into giddy laughter before partially doubling over. The fox, bear, and chicken all sigh as the rabbit does this and each have a playful beratement to offer. "Bon!" "Ya just couldn't do it, could ya?" "That be the way the bunny bumbles." All four have a good laugh. "Cheer up, little girl," says the bear. "We were just playing a little game and Bonnie made us all lose. You win!" The sound of party blowers comes from...somewhere. The other three cheer in unison. "We'll have to work hard to come up with a song that matches all of that." The ursine crosses his arms and side-eyes the rest of the gang smugly. "But you better Fazbelieve we can do it. What's your name, little Fazbear Friend?" The catgirl looks confused and a bit alarmed as they... laugh at her?! But now they're acting like people, and that feels... oddly natural. At the words 'little girl' she perks up a little, cheeks blushing slightly, tailtip lifting and twitching. Her... name? She looks away awkwardly, wringing her hands. "I... don't know. I mean... I'm... Scott, but... That's not a girl's name..." She tilts her head forward and holds her hand to her head. "Ugggh, this is complicated..." "Arr, what a cute name for a pirate lass," chimes in the fox. "Grab hold o' ye sodie pop and ready to set sail." "Oh mah stars, dear. That there's Foxy the Pirate Fox," introduces the chicken of the vulpine with a hook hand. A hook, that is, that lifts up the eye patch covering his right eye so he can grin toothily. "And that's Bonnie the Bunny. He's just a box of giggles today." "Sorry, Chica!" apologizes the rabbit while flashing an equally apologetic smile toward Scott. "I can't help it. Meeting new friends is always so exciting. It's great when people come up to talk to us. Most people like to act like we're not even real." The fox mutters under his 'breath', "Not sure most of the people around here be real, either." The bear spreads his arms wide. "And I'm Freddy Fazbear. Together we're Fazbear and Friends, your favorite musically-talented pizza-fueled traveling band seeking mysteries to solve and adventures to have." Yep. They strike a pose. Together. "Now we all know each other so we ain't strangers no more, sugar," notes Chica the Chicken with a lingering Southern drawl. CUTE?! That makes the young girl's face go red. After a moment she can speak again, "I-I'm only a pirate of video games though... a-although I guess that's the kind of pirate that drinks sodie pop... err, soda." She looks between them as they're introduced, and smiles, "It's nice to meet you!" extending her hand to shake each of theirs in turn. "Well...You do kind of... you pretended to not be real to me, too!" "Mysteries to solve and adventures, huh...?" The catgirl looks thoughtful. "...I..." she smiles again. "I like meeting friends and having adventurers! I've met so many wonderful people here at the Usual!" Now, the band members are considerably taller than the average person. As such, any hand-shaking is going to be with hands that are quite large. The bear's and rabbit's fingers are thick and tipped with claws. The claws are not made of keratin, however, and seem softer but still firm. The chicken's fingers are more feathery in design. The contact is plush, soft, inviting. The fox's one hand is not covered in any sort of material and the fingers are metallic and mechanical. He does not offer a handshake. He merely exposes his silver and gold teeth in a grin. "You said it! Now, you get out there and show Mabase what fun you can have and we'll work on finding a song just for you," insists the bear. Soft. She touches that hand a couple more times, staring at it. And then: She turns to go get her chocolate milk, but pauses and turns back. "Show your base? What?" The bear, chicken, and bunny show no signs of understanding the confusion. They just smile. But, the fox... "Yer ship be blown into a new port, lass. Best drop anchor and moor yer vessel and send ye first mate out to gather supplies, aye?" The Foxy fellow speaks with a far less enthusiastic tone, as if he knows something the others aren't letting on, but has to say it in such a way that he doesn't...get...in trouble with them? The one-eyed pirate turns his gaze from the catgirl to the door leading outside. It's not the door used to arrive, but it's the exit to the building. A distant memory. The village called Truce. People saying that Magus's army is attacking. A girl who looks like her. She followed people who said they were heading to TASK's headquarters. But what happened next? DID that happen? The catgirl holds her hand to her head. She sips her drink, then strides to the door, looks outside. This isn't NeoTokyo. "I'm... sleepy." She turns to the animatronics. "It was nice to meet you... I guess I'll stay here for tonight." She finishes her drink, pays with Metropolis money, and then... touches a spot on her scarf, turning into a cat (ZAP!), and climbing up to sleep curled up in the rafters. | |
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