Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Swith Witherward]

James looked over to see Trice next to him, and was actually quite surprised she was actually talking to him. Honestly, this was a first. People never talked to him... He was always the one that had to make contact. He listened to her talk, and honestly, given just how much taller he was than her, he felt kind of weird. If he knew her a bit better, he might joke around, but right now, he struggled to form words. He nodded to her silently, knowing exactly what she meant. She was describing him, in general, except for the buttermilk. He had never had any, didn't know what it was like. He looked down at her, still trying to formulate words, before audibly sighing, and internally cursing himself, before actually talking. "I know what you mean... If I knew y'all a bit better... I might not have such a damned problem... But given that I have no idea who any of you are... I'm insanely awkward... Especially since the only person who's really talked to me is a woman..." He obviously meant Trice with that last statement.

Trice tipped her head back to look at his face, which nearly caused her to trip over an uneven gap in the pavement. She recovered with an awkward shuffle step and sighed.

"Pretend I'm a mushroom. Talking to them is easy. But I hear you. My pet peeve is that I sometimes take a while to formulate exactly what I want to say. People start taking when I pause. So, words tumble out, some of them mispronounced in haste. It's a bad habit of mine."

She looked ahead to the small group still clustered in front of the restaurant. "Nothing wrong with being shy. I'm shy. The difference is, I have a bit of bravado at the moment because, in a sense, I built this world. If we'd walked into any other place in the universe, I'd have hugged the people I know really well and gone straight to a corner."

A small laugh escaped her. "We're in a playground and I spent time stealing yarn and needles from my character's knitting basket. I suppose others looked for weapons, but I sought out my security blanket instead."

[Fvaarniimar]

Trying valiantly, despite not actually being that valiant, to keep up with everyone, Fvaar frowned as she re-remembered the stuff.

"Brit, I'm Fvaar, the person who plays Nick, who is a cat. Remmy, it is excellent to see you in person. Actually, it's excellent to see all of you in person." She grinned. Who else had said something- Gio. She smiled at her. And Tilt- the girl smirked. "Of course, we could analyze this to death. After all, how do we know that we're perceiving any if this correctly? Sorry- if all this TOK stuff starts getting on your nerves, let me know."

"I could talk your ear off about psychology, especially cognitive psych," Tilt remarked. "But not without a tall glass of water. And speaking of tall glasses of water, 'scuse me a bit."

He slipped out in the gap between Brit, Fvaar, Remmy, Bran and Gio, and headed further down the way where he'd caught sight of a shoe shop. He would've gone to talk to James a bit, but Trice had that covered - she could do it better than he could. He'd probably end up terrifying James into hiding inside a grandfather clock by sheer force of randomness alone.

Not that he wouldn't give it the old college try as soon as he came back with some footwear.

Fvaar glanced after Tilt and hence noticed the store.

"See you in a few!" She dashed after the older man. Ouch poky ouch stone ouch another stone... "Hi again! Um, I'm not trying to stalk you or anything. You aren't the only one that needs some shoes." Hopefully she wouldn't creep him out too much. Speaking of creeping people out... It seemed likely that these people would be pretty cool with her being her. It was really cool that she was getting to meet all of them.

[The Carlisle]

Remmy sat down at the table Bran got them. She put her hands on her lab and looked around at the place. She had been to restaurants before, but this one felt... different. She was hungry so she was curious on what they would serve here. She looked at PXM who appeared to be thinking.

"So PXM, if that is what you like to be referred by. What are you thinking of getting?" she said, "You know what they serve here?"

[Morlodania]

James nodded to Trice. "I don't talk to mushrooms... If I did, people would know I was crazy." He smiles slightly, as Trice had managed to get through his shyness, even if he had fought to help her through. "I'm crazy as it is, I don't need everyone knowing. I'm one to at least try to think before I talk... Even if I normally fail at that." He places his hands in his jacket pockets slowly. "I didn't see a whole lot of shyness in you... You seemed to hug everyone but me. I feel left out." He smiles a bit more. "But I know what you're saying... I'm not shy with individuals, it's groups. Greater than three others, and I'm going to hide, unless I know everyone else." He again nods to her, shifting his weight from his right leg to his left. "I almost looked for a gun... Then I remembered Jorgen still had all of his on his person when all this started... Now I feel like an idiot for not planning for this exact eventuality, but, who would have seen this coming, right?"

[Tiltjuice]

Fvaar glanced after Tilt and hence noticed the store.

"See you in a few!" She dashed after the older man. Ouch poky ouch stone ouch another stone... "Hi again! Um, I'm not trying to stalk you or anything. You aren't the only one that needs some shoes." Hopefully she wouldn't creep him out too much. Speaking of creeping people out... It seemed likely that these people would be pretty cool with her being her. It was really cool that she was getting to meet all of them.

Tilt stopped, turned a slow, lazy circle still with hands in his pockets, and rocked forward slightly.

"Hi," he intoned again. "No worries. Come on, then. So, what's your theory about how we got to Bielefeld?"

He peered through the door and saw Cer and NA just finishing up. "And we're not alone."

[ApertureScienceInc]

Remmy sat down at the table Bran got them. She put her hands on her lab and looked around at the place. She had been to restaurants before, but this one felt... different. She was hungry so she was curious on what they would serve here. She looked at PXM who appeared to be thinking.

"So PXM, if that is what you like to be referred by. What are you thinking of getting?" she said, "You know what they serve here?"

Snapped out of his mental trance, he turned to the girl in pajamas. "They serve everything, that is what makes it hard to choose. Between two favorite dishes, green chile cheeseburger or chicken-fried steak. I can't decide." He replied. "You are one of the new ones right?" PXM asked.

[Monfrox]

Brit took a seat next to Remmy. Being both from the same RP he was now running, it made sense to stick with her. Though, the same could apply to everyone, he just felt to stick somewhere or the other. He put his head down on the table as his stomach rumbled. "I'm so fucking hungry. Where's a menu?" He asked as he looked up while resting his chin on his arms.

[Cerillium]

Jacob didn't take very long, finding some simple white socks and black and white shoes that fit him. Again, he didn't care too much what they looked like as long as they fit him properly. "It sure is. I couldn't imagine having to learn English as a second language though. The rules for grammar don't make sense to me most of the time. No one can learn it all, either, even if they speak it their whole life. Then again that fact is true for just about every language, I suppose." He continued to speak at a slightly slower than normal pace to let Ren keep up easier, trying to remain conscientious and not rude.

He sat down on a different bench and quickly started putting the shoes and socks on, and started tying the laces tightly, before standing back up. He lifted up a leg and shook his foot back and forth to make sure it would stay on, before doing the same with his other foot. "Seems good, Cer. About time to head back to meet up with the others, right? Unless there's something else we should get done first, of course."

"Only thing to do is wait on Tilt."

Ren waved to the man as he walked in the door. "Find something that fits, Tilt. Moab authorizes the next pair, too."

He settled back to wait on the new arrival to finish. His stomach was growling by this time and Chaos' miso soup would be the perfect first course towards taming the beast.

---

Chaos was an upscale restaurant working towards its third Michelin star. It boasted delicious gourmet food at a reasonable price and a cocktail menu to numb the mind. A nightclub by the same name was attached to the restaurant where patrons could drink and dance to their heart's delight after hours, provided they were 21. Chaos offered live performance by Celtic groups, local DJs and a mixture of other genre. Piano music currently drifted into the dining room.

The group were shown to tables and provided with menus that offered a large entree section.

There were a few unspoken rules that most older players knew by heart: no magic or weapons inside the establishment. Fights would be broken up by large bouncers. The entire staff appeared human but were, in fact, daemons in disguise. The kitchen was able to produce just about any meal to meet dietary needs, especially the needs of non-humans.

[The Carlisle]

Remmy sat down at the table Bran got them. She put her hands on her lab and looked around at the place. She had been to restaurants before, but this one felt... different. She was hungry so she was curious on what they would serve here. She looked at PXM who appeared to be thinking.

"So PXM, if that is what you like to be referred by. What are you thinking of getting?" she said, "You know what they serve here?"

Snapped out of his mental trance, he turned to the girl in pajamas. "They serve everything, that is what makes it hard to choose. Between two favorite dishes, green chile cheeseburger or chicken-fried steak. I can't decide." He replied. "You are one of the new ones right?" PXM asked.

Remmy was fascinated. Anything? She didn't want to order something crazy to test it. She was hungry, and she didn't want an expensive dish that no sane person would eat. "Yes. I am one of the new ones. My nation name is Carlisle. But I prefer to be called Remmy here," she said.

[Primordial Luxa]

Prim sat there for a moment thinking about what to order and deciding on a Caesar and Steak. He knew the drill in this place but he still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of it all being real. He looked around and was dumb found as he saw so many recognizable faces I was so unreal

[Swith Witherward]

James nodded to Trice. "I don't talk to mushrooms... If I did, people would know I was crazy." He smiles slightly, as Trice had managed to get through his shyness, even if he had fought to help her through. "I'm crazy as it is, I don't need everyone knowing. I'm one to at least try to think before I talk... Even if I normally fail at that." He places his hands in his jacket pockets slowly. "I didn't see a whole lot of shyness in you... You seemed to hug everyone but me. I feel left out." He smiles a bit more. "But I know what you're saying... I'm not shy with individuals, it's groups. Greater than three others, and I'm going to hide, unless I know everyone else." He again nods to her, shifting his weight from his right leg to his left. "I almost looked for a gun... Then I remembered Jorgen still had all of his on his person when all this started... Now I feel like an idiot for not planning for this exact eventuality, but, who would have seen this coming, right?"

Trice's ears slowly brightened to a warm red hue which seemed magnified beyond reason by her strawberry blonde hair. She burst into softly purred giggles.

"Well," she playfully huffed, and then impulsively hugged him. The pink in her ears crept to her cheeks until she thought she would burst into confetti or else open her mouth and say something incredibly stupid. Nervous laughter bubbled out of her and then she took flight, the same laughter streaming from her as she ran down the length of the block. She really was a silly twit.

She arrived at the restaurant door and waved to James. "Welcome to Bielefeld! You're going to miss dinner if you don't hurry!"

[Fvaarniimar]

Fvaar glanced after Tilt and hence noticed the store.

"See you in a few!" She dashed after the older man. Ouch poky ouch stone ouch another stone... "Hi again! Um, I'm not trying to stalk you or anything. You aren't the only one that needs some shoes." Hopefully she wouldn't creep him out too much. Speaking of creeping people out... It seemed likely that these people would be pretty cool with her being her. It was really cool that she was getting to meet all of them.

Tilt stopped, turned a slow, lazy circle still with hands in his pockets, and rocked forward slightly.

"Hi," he intoned again. "No worries. Come on, then. So, what's your theory about how we got to Bielefeld?"

He peered through the door and saw Cer and NA just finishing up. "And we're not alone."

Jacob didn't take very long, finding some simple white socks and black and white shoes that fit him. Again, he didn't care too much what they looked like as long as they fit him properly. "It sure is. I couldn't imagine having to learn English as a second language though. The rules for grammar don't make sense to me most of the time. No one can learn it all, either, even if they speak it their whole life. Then again that fact is true for just about every language, I suppose." He continued to speak at a slightly slower than normal pace to let Ren keep up easier, trying to remain conscientious and not rude.

He sat down on a different bench and quickly started putting the shoes and socks on, and started tying the laces tightly, before standing back up. He lifted up a leg and shook his foot back and forth to make sure it would stay on, before doing the same with his other foot. "Seems good, Cer. About time to head back to meet up with the others, right? Unless there's something else we should get done first, of course."

"Only thing to do is wait on Tilt."

Ren waved to the man as he walked in the door. "Find something that fits, Tilt. Moab authorizes the next pair, too."

He settled back to wait on the new arrival to finish. His stomach was growling by this time and Chaos' miso soup would be the perfect first course towards taming the beast.

The girl headed for the size tens and- as she might be here for awhile- the orthotic soles. After a few tries and a quick trip to the sock section, she found a pair which would work, and as a bonus they came in blue. The soles were simpler- she merely needed a pair which fit the shoes, supported her arch, and countered a tendency to pronate. Fvaar tried on the combination; while a bit tight, they'd do.

"I hope this isn't too much..." She looked awkwardly at Cer or whatever his real name was as she approached the register.

[ApertureScienceInc]

Snapped out of his mental trance, he turned to the girl in pajamas. "They serve everything, that is what makes it hard to choose. Between two favorite dishes, green chile cheeseburger or chicken-fried steak. I can't decide." He replied. "You are one of the new ones right?" PXM asked.

Remmy was fascinated. Anything? She didn't want to order something crazy to test it. She was hungry, and she didn't want an expensive dish that no sane person would eat. "Yes. I am one of the new ones. My nation name is Carlisle. But I prefer to be called Remmy here," she said.

"Nice to meet you Remmy, I hope you have a wonderful time here." PXM greeted. The false insane side began to fade as his nicer more polite side dominated. The act did tend to get worn out, he only had a limited amount of stocked nonsense to spout, and needed a small rest from it. He hung the lab coat on the back of his chair and set his glasses in the right inside breast pocket of the coat.

[Giovenith]

Serina had a very funny taste when it came to nightclubs, or clubs in general. She liked them, she liked their air, the way they looked, the mythology of them that she held... but she normally didn't like actually attending them, at least not when they were filled with dancing strangers, that was highly uncomfortable. Last time she'd been to a rave, she'd learned no one knew anything about personal bubbles.

Chaos would be different, though. It was designed to be excellent, to cater to... imaginary people. But cater none the less. But Serina, as usual, was not feeling rather hungry, and instead began to wander about the small building itself.

[Swith Witherward]

Tilt stopped, turned a slow, lazy circle still with hands in his pockets, and rocked forward slightly.

"Hi," he intoned again. "No worries. Come on, then. So, what's your theory about how we got to Bielefeld?"

He peered through the door and saw Cer and NA just finishing up. "And we're not alone."

"Only thing to do is wait on Tilt."

Ren waved to the man as he walked in the door. "Find something that fits, Tilt. Moab authorizes the next pair, too."

He settled back to wait on the new arrival to finish. His stomach was growling by this time and Chaos' miso soup would be the perfect first course towards taming the beast.

The girl headed for the size tens and- as she might be here for awhile- the orthotic soles. After a few tries and a quick trip to the sock section, she found a pair which would work, and as a bonus they came in blue. The soles were simpler- she merely needed a pair which fit the shoes, supported her arch, and countered a tendency to pronate. Fvaar tried on the combination; while a bit tight, they'd do.

"I hope this isn't too much..." She looked awkwardly at Cer or whatever his real name was as she approached the register.

The shopkeeper would, of course, add the shoes to the Moab account. The trio of once-shoeless vagabonds could now step into the Market District in style.

[Morlodania]

James hugged Trice back happily. It was a little awkward, given she was more than a foot shorter than him, but he didn't mind in the slightest. He himself turned a little red, and smiled slightly. He was sort of confused when she ran off, but he chased after her, his longer legs making keeping up with her very easy. He actually overran the door, and ran smack-dab into a pedestrian, muttered a shy apology, bright red after doing so, and slowly walked over to Trice. "It's morning, why are we having dinner?" He smiled to her, and opened the door for her, letting her in first. He hoped she would appreciate that, but he wasn't sure.

[Tiltjuice]

The girl headed for the size tens and- as she might be here for awhile- the orthotic soles. After a few tries and a quick trip to the sock section, she found a pair which would work, and as a bonus they came in blue. The soles were simpler- she merely needed a pair which fit the shoes, supported her arch, and countered a tendency to pronate. Fvaar tried on the combination; while a bit tight, they'd do.

"I hope this isn't too much..." She looked awkwardly at Cer or whatever his real name was as she approached the register.

The shopkeeper would, of course, add the shoes to the Moab account. The trio of once-shoeless vagabonds could now step into the Market District in style.

"Should be just fine," Tilt said off-handedly, rejoicing in his brand-new Asics. "And now, to Chaos!"

He opened the door and swept his hand, indicating for Fvaar and Cer to go first.

[Monfrox]

Brit looked up for a second. "Hold the fucking phone!" He said. He took and raised his left hand up and promptly brought it down on the front of his left thigh. The fabric flattened, horrifying him. He didn't have his wallet, therefor, he couldn't pay for the meal. "Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak" He said. He tried to reach for his phone, but it too was gone. He was on a roll, tonight. He didn't notice his missing items at first, but now he felt a bit naked without a way to contact people, nor a way to pay for anything. He sighed and let his head hit the table. "What a FUBAR." He sighed.

[Swith Witherward]

Serina had a very funny taste when it came to nightclubs, or clubs in general. She liked them, she liked their air, the way they looked, the mythology of them that she held... but she normally didn't like actually attending them, at least not when they were filled with dancing strangers, that was highly uncomfortable. Last time she'd been to a rave, she'd learned no one knew anything about personal bubbles.

Chaos would be different, though. It was designed to be excellent, to cater to... imaginary people. But cater none the less. But Serina, as usual, was not feeling rather hungry, and instead began to wander about the small building itself.

The restaurant and club were designed to be the flagship of Perfection. As such, it was uncannily perfect. Not a speck could be found on any glass. The floors were completely swept and scrubbed, even in the very corners where it was difficult to reach. There wasn't a bit of dust to be found. Indeed, if Serina scratched her head to scatter dry skin, she'd find that it would vanish before even having a chance to settle on a surface.

Of course, Serina already knew that the waitstaff was enchanted to look human, but not a single one of them seemed to have any flaws or defects in their appearance. This gave them a generic flavor but, at the same time, they seemed to match the baseline beauty ideals from whatever ethnic group they had chosen to portray. They weren't supermodels but they were very pleasing on the eyes.

If Serina wandered far enough towards the kitchens, she'd discover the narrow hallway which lead to Swith's business office and the flight of stairs going down to the storage areas in the basement.

---

Ren would follow the rest of the people out of the shoe shop, of course. He'd ghost along, lost in his little Japanese thoughts and thinking up strange Japanese dreams which, ironically, didn't involve any tentacle monsters or cat girls.

[Fvaarniimar]

The shopkeeper would, of course, add the shoes to the Moab account. The trio of once-shoeless vagabonds could now step into the Market District in style.

"Should be just fine," Tilt said off-handedly, rejoicing in his brand-new Asics. "And now, to Chaos!"

He opened the door and swept his hand, indicating for Fvaar and Cer to go first.

Fvaar murmuring a "Thanks" to Tilt, exited the door and tried to pick the previous conversation back up. "I dunno. How we got here that is. Perhaps one of the gods sucked us in. Perhaps PL really does only exist in our imaginations and some sort of balance got upset." She sighed, realizing that she wasn't actually making any sense. "I mean, well, um, it could be something that exists in our combined imaginations... Anyway, moving on. If PL actually is the tenth dimension and ours is below it, maybe we just got pulled up somehow. Of course, that leads to the question of how we could appear to be controlling it, which implies that there's some recursivity or however you'd say it..." She trailed off.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Should be just fine," Tilt said off-handedly, rejoicing in his brand-new Asics. "And now, to Chaos!"

He opened the door and swept his hand, indicating for Fvaar and Cer to go first.

Fvaar murmuring a "Thanks" to Tilt, exited the door and tried to pick the previous conversation back up. "I dunno. How we got here that is. Perhaps one of the gods sucked us in. Perhaps PL really does only exist in our imaginations and some sort of balance got upset." She sighed, realizing that she wasn't actually making any sense. "I mean, well, um, it could be something that exists in our combined imaginations... Anyway, moving on. If PL actually is the tenth dimension and ours is below it, maybe we just got pulled up somehow. Of course, that leads to the question of how we could appear to be controlling it, which implies that there's some recursivity or however you'd say it..." She trailed off.

"That makes no sense, either it is in a lower dimension that we inadvertently control, or we are being manipulated by higher dimensional beings. I doubt it is the other way around, then again I think everything is possible." PXM said, repeating his mutterings from earlier. As he saw Brit faceplant into the table, he slid over the five he found. "Here, have it." He offered, hoping it would help.

[Swith Witherward]

James hugged Trice back happily. It was a little awkward, given she was more than a foot shorter than him, but he didn't mind in the slightest. He himself turned a little red, and smiled slightly. He was sort of confused when she ran off, but he chased after her, his longer legs making keeping up with her very easy. He actually overran the door, and ran smack-dab into a pedestrian, muttered a shy apology, bright red after doing so, and slowly walked over to Trice. "It's morning, why are we having dinner?" He smiled to her, and opened the door for her, letting her in first. He hoped she would appreciate that, but he wasn't sure.

Trice always appreciated it when people opened doors for her. It was in part due to some doors being so damn heavy that she had to strain herself just to get inside a structure.

"Thanks," she grinned and then waved a hand to encourage him to follow her to the tables.

Brit was having a bit of a meltdown nearby and Trice imagined it had something to do with the exorbitant prices listed on the menus; she shrugged and flagged down a server, and simply said, "We're Charumati's guests." This was followed by a word whispered in the server's ear. Their tab was covered.

[The BranRiech]

"Isn't she dead though?" Brandon asked, upon hearing Swith saying that they were the guests of Char!Swith. He didn't get the whole idea of this, or even if this was still real. It seemed like a big version of the OOC, except that they were actually in the town of their IC, and they were all a whole hell of a lot more confused.

"I mean, we shouldn't even be here, right?" He asked. While he'd make any effort to avoid human interaction besides in front of a computer screen, Brandon was quite anxious about this.

He just started to hope the Drones didn't decide to attack now or something of that nature.

"What if we die here?' he asked suddenly.

[Morlodania]

"No problem." James silently followed her inside, moving across the floor without a single word. He thought just how strange today was likely to be, then compared it the the rest of his life. It suddenly got insanely normal, considering how odd his life normally was. He looked around the room, somewhat impressed with it, somewhat not. He allowed Trice to lead the way, not wanting to get in the way, as he always felt he did when he tried to lead or do anything of the sort. He fiddled with the keyring in his pocket, a nervous tick he should probably work harder to get rid of, but he never took the time to.

[Tiltjuice]

"Isn't she dead though?" Brandon asked, upon hearing Swith saying that they were the guests of Char!Swith. He didn't get the whole idea of this, or even if this was still real. It seemed like a big version of the OOC, except that they were actually in the town of their IC, and they were all a whole hell of a lot more confused.

"Learn the ways of the world. If someone's not around to provide proof otherwise, you can call yourself Leung Ka-Fai, Bran."

Tilt reclined, bottle of Carib in hand, against the seat, which was leaned back on two legs. He'd taken a break from the conversation with Fvaar and Pixem to check out what was happening around him.