Pseudo Stygian

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The robot-ghost and Sandra seemed like they'll be able to get talking, which was a relief to the barkeep. More customers are coming in, and despite all that he'd done to the Restaurant, he only had one head and one pair of hands. Seeing that the robot-ghost was nervous, uncertain, and would probably take a very long time choosing what to have even if he was told that all the food is free, John quickly poured a glass of the Unassuming Drink*. He put the glass in front of the robot-ghost, "It's on the house. Everything here is. Just call me up or any of the waiters if you need anything else."

The fabric-clad newcomer seemed to be just as nervous as the robot-ghost. That's not really an odd reaction for someone who was suddenly transported to the Restaurant; John had gotten used to it. But he wasn't sure how to respond when the first person they asked for was another customer instead of him, the guy who's actually behind the bar. Ah, well. Maybe he ought to let them talk a bit. Let him have the awkward greetings.

There are two other newcomers in the bar, after all: a perfectly normal human man in a sports jacket, and a small teenage girl with pointed ears. Not the oddest of duos, as far as John had seen.

"Please, for the love of God, get me a beer."

A decisive customer! Even if the only decision he had was of the simplest alcohol. John quickly served him up a glass. "There you go. And, hmm, a sensory deprivation chamber? We, might have something like that...?" John had no idea. Maybe one had built itself into the Restaurant when he wasn't looking. "You can wander around, if you like. This place is pretty big, I'm sure there are plenty of quiet corners."

* (The result of an alchemical accident John was always grateful for, the Unassuming Drink is non-alcoholic, neutral colored, just tasteful enough to make you happy. It's the perfect drink to both shut someone up or to keep them talking. As far as it has been tested in the Restaurant, it has no side effect on anybody yet).

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Situation Notes

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, craving some fries and chili dog.
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.
- 'Sandra', a teenage girl (The Authoress), having a chat and a cup of coffee.
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, having a chat.
- Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry.
- Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, and Yylya, a teenage girl with pointed ears.

Other people in the restaurant (NPCs/background):
"Only a couple of customers on the tables, mostly humans and humanoids, although there's also that group of Eeldritch horrors taking up a big table in a faraway corner, playing cards."

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Lyra is here with some DRAMATIC SOUNDTRACK.

Probably my last post before the timeskip. Also, I totally forgot to tag anybody and has to edit them into the post. Err, I assume you guys don't need the extra notifications anyway, yeah?

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There were quite a lot of people near the fountain, and in a few seconds, there would be quite a happy incident. But for that short moment before the heavy splash (and the freezing that followed it), Lyra was completely captivated by the boy near the fountain, the one who was holding a camera the one who was, wait, was he drawing? In the air??. Lyra's mind was reeling. Is he hanging paint in thin air? No, wait, there's nothing there! Is he changing the wavelig-

*SPLASH* *DRAMATIC MUSIC*

Water. She was wet. Everybody was wet, and there's a teacher yelling above. Lyra blinked and stared at her violin. Considering the volume of water that just came, she was surprised to see it survive mostly unscathed. She should take a closer look back in her room.

A little voice in her head was yelling at her, something about the violin making some dramatic music when she wasn't looking?

"WHY?!"
*FREEZE* *A SINGLE LOW NOTE*

"Eek!" She instinctively looked at the violin. It was safe from the freezing spell. Good. Goodness. There are a lot of things to wrap her head around here.

@Kalleth @Regitnui @Zelosse @Stern Algorithm @KRAZY J @Aiyanna @Raptra @liferusher @Old Amsterdam

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"What...happened to the Earth here?" Sandra was asking.

John had to think about it. "Well, hmm. I'm not sure, actually. That was a long a time ago. The sun has blown up---oh, don't worry about it. All stars do that, eventually. But people have found a way to travel to other stars, so in away, I guess there's plenty of other Earth-like in the Galaxy." He smiled at the thought. "Say, you need to travel more, Miss! The universe is much bigger than that little blue-green planet."

At around that time, another newcomer walked into a bar. A ghost, from the waist up, and mechanical from the waist down. He hovered around, seemingly too nervous to settle down.

He was also looking very curiously at John. The barkeep was not very used to being stared at, except maybe by drunkards or troublemakers or undercover police who's trying too hard at finding their target. The newcomer didn't seem to be any of them. In fact, he looked nervous and awkward and possibly perfectly harmless.

When he came up front and extended his hand, John shook it and beamed a welcoming smile.

"Welcome to the Restaurant. Please, just make yourself comfortable. If the drunk telepath is bothering you too much," John gave a piercing glare to the dragon amoeba, "just tell me, so I have a reason to limit his alcohol intake." He smiled again and fiddled around with some glasses. "And, what can I get you?"

Right behind him, the door opened once more and another newcome came in. The figure was short and covered entirely in fabric. John was quick to repeat his line, "Welcome to the Restaurant!"

Situation notes

Just arrived
- A short figure covered entirely in fabric (Pridopus)

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba
- 'Sandra', a teenage girl? (The Authoress)
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical.

Other people in the restaurant (NPCs/background):
"Only a couple of customers on the tables, mostly humans and humanoids, although there's also that group of Eeldritch horrors taking up a big table in a faraway corner, playing cards."

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Perhaps, this polter-bot wondered, he had a normal name too. Like Bob. Or Tim. Or James or Bobby or John or .. or even just Man.

The more he thought about it, though, something like 'Man' or even 'Mr. Man' was definitely bizarre.

Though he was certain that this barkeep had a one-syllable name. His bets were on Bob.

@Sundrop

Oh, so close..! Yet so far!

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@RinOkumara: Hey, did you read @Night_ Star's post? Having a super-powered character is ok, but outright ignoring what other characters do in relation to that is really bad. At least write how Zig responds to it. It'll be better if he doesn't just "break through it, it's easy".

@Pseudo Stygian
Can I get served?!

@Lady Selune

Sorry man, I was thinking Sally could talk a bit before the food's served. She could also just yell it IC if she's so hungry, y'know. Might make my narration easier too.

However, without a doubt, the biggest travesty is that all cars look the same, with only the colors gray, black, white, and dark blue to choose from.

@Infamous Empath

A travesty! Anyway, welcome to the club. Put the CS in the Characters tab and jump in anytime you feel like it.

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@Pseudo Stygian
could I please have 2nd character who is a waiter.

@RinOkumara

Umm, no offense, but if you write your other characters like you do now, I don't think it'll be a good fit in this RP. I don't mind having someone as absurdly drunk and rude as Zig in, but, we don't need someone like him on staff. Sorry.

Also, your posts have been barely more than one-liners so far. This is Casual, not Free. I don't want a needlessly padded post, but, umm, try to be better?

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Aight. Hey @Raptra, if Vera and Lyra are going to walk, you can control Lyra's movement. Err, like, we don't have to do it one post a step. She's going to follow along.

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"For example, both light and sound have wave properties."

Of course! Lyra remembered her grandmother used to tell her stories about waves and sound. "Sound," she used to say, "is made of vibration. That means moving back and forth, dear. So the vibration causes the tiny parts that make up air to also move back and forth, rhythmically, like they're dancing, see. And this dance, we call it a wave. This dance is what reaches your ears, dear." "Oh! But grandma, I heard somewhere that light is also a wave? So does it mean that if this wave reaches our eyes, that's light?"

Her grandmother had laughed at that. "Oh no, dear. Light is something different. Light is a dance of two waves, electronics and magnetic. Light is also a beast that's very hard to explain. Why don't you run along now, your mother is looking for you."

He violin was playing something, still very quietly. A jaunty little rhythmm. Lyra blinked and tuned herself back to the present. The sound stopped.

Vera was saying something. Combo move? "Oh, yes! Yes, that'll be great once we can figure it out!" Different kinds of waves. How do elementals get into the figure? "Maybe we can make lights dance in the air? Err..."

She turned to the teacher. Lyra wanted to ask her about everything, but it was probably better to be patient, learn it all in time. She bowed her head. "Thank you, Ma'am."

To Vera, she said, "So... do you want to look around?"

@Stern Algorithm @Raptra

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I just edited some OOC details in the first (OOC) post. Lemme know if any part of that post is confusing.