Eh, I think we're doing fine since everyone has a chatting partner. Interacting with everyone in one post can be teeedious (sorry, John) and not that realistic. But yeah, I was expecting a bit more reaction out of Zig's outburst. C'mon folks, read.
@Night_ Star: More than one character is totally okay as long as you can handle it. Ye can make it however you like. Post IC or CS whenever. I'm easy.
"Great elder stars of the heavens, Zig" John muttered under his breath. The old amoeba was flying around the room, disturbing the calmer customers around the restaurants and spewing out green sleeping gas, that most annoying of health hazard. John was quick, however. He pulled out a scroll from one of his pocket and whispered the spell written on it.
As it's spoken in a language that the Universal Translator somehow can't get a hold of (more likely, the wizard who sold him the scroll was just messing with him), it's best to just move on to describing the effect of the spell: the sleeping amoeba was suddenly surrounded in a bubble of water-like substance, enclosing the gas and preventing them from leaking out. The scroll in John's hand burned up as he finished the spell.
He sighed. He turned to the microphone behind him again. "Hey."
"Yeah, it's Zig," he continued. "Okay, yes. You told me so. Now can you get him? No, don't burn him up. Just put him in one of the rooms*."
* (Because of course the Restaurant has bedrooms. It can be rather hard to call a cab for a passed out customer when there are no longer cabs in the universe, or roads, or homes for those you're calling the cab for)
"Yes. Thank you." John pressed the mic off.
A voice boomed from the loudspeaker throughout the room. It was definitely not John's voice. It was much more in charge than anything you can expect coming out of everyman John's voice. It's the kind of voice you expect from a higher-up, a superior, from the owner of a place as bizarre as this. The voice said, in calm apologetic manner, "We apologize for the earlier disturbance. Please, return to your meal. If you or a loved one is feeling sleepy, be assured that the Restaurant is a safe place to doze off for a second."
That done, John returned to watching the room. The gas were contained, but some might have seeped out. The Authoress and Cledwynn were carrying on as if nothing was happening. Mr. Trouble was, wait, was he trying to seduce the little girl? It didn't seem to be working. And Mr. Sports Jacket... was almost dropping into his plate. John went over to check on him.
"Are you alright, sir?" he asked the man, who did not look quite okay. John turned to Abigail... who was no longer Abigail, but has transformed into another woman entirely. Okay, sure. "I think he might've been affected by the sleeping gas."
Latest event: Ziggletrox flew around the room and, before he fell asleep, released sleeping gas. It's now contained, but some people might be affected.
People on the bar:
Conversing: - Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, looks mildly intoxicated. - The Authoress, an emotionless being who looks like a teenager girl.
Conversing: - Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry. - Sen, an omnipotent little girl with her meal in front of her, chatting with Pridopus
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, having her fries and hot dog.
Conversing: - Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, falling into his food. - Thalitha, an Author's Ambassador, a calm blonde woman in a tan duster - The Infamous's scantily-armoured drow and vampire. - The Infamous, trying to get close to Yylya - Yylya, a teenage elven girl
On a table: - Sen's guards, having drinks
Floating in the middle of the room: - Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, out cold and enclosed in a bubble full of his own sleeping gas.
Other Staffs: - Robin, a human waitress, currently behind the bar.
I so badly want to update Cledwynn and add a few things to him, but he's already made so I don't know if I can do that :c
My rule of thumb is if it's already written somewhere people will see, then it's locked in. But if you haven't written it down, anything can/could have happen(ed)~
Failing that, you can have some weird events that can explain a retcon in-universe, like time-travelling paradox or something. Infamous Empath's suggestion is a really hand-wavy example -,-
I'm not against editing your character sheet, by the way. You can add new details and new parts of his backstory and new whatnot whenever, as long as it doesn't contradict current IC.
The violin was fine. The violin is fine, Lyra, she told herself, after wiping it with some cloth and finding it perfectly dry. Probably best to leave it here for now, though. She turned to ShiZen. "Oh, is it dinnertime already?" She looked out. The sun had set entirely. "The buffet sounds good. Let's go then."
And the buffet was, indeed, pretty good, although it was nothing remarkable. ShiZen kept looking for his friend, but she didn't find him the entire time. "Maybe he's eating in his room," Lyra had offered.
Back in their dorm room, they talked a bit about nothing in particular before retiring to their own room. There they stayed, until someone banged the door from outside.
Lyra was the one to open the door, barely awake, half her mind still trying to figure out the dream she just had (an orchestra of colour that happens to be really really wet? huh?). The person who'd knocked (a bit older, isn't he? A senior?) had barged in, woke ShiZhen up as well, and told them about a night run. Midnight Run. Something. Some tunes were still playing in Lyra's head, aftertaste from her dream. She wasn't paying much attention to her surrounding; she just followed along..
And when she was awake, really, fully awake, ShiZhen and she was in the middle of the forest, just the two of them. The trees were dark and tall and menacing and surrounded them in every direction. Lyra blinked. Okay. Okay. she was fully awake now.
"Whoaa. Sorry, I'm awake! Ah. How did we get here?"
The waiter who came in to bring the young goddess her meal had four arms and two heads who couldn't stop glancing and glaring at each other, at least until John glared back at them, after which they put up a smile and served the goddess Sen her plate: toasts, with sugars and chocolate chips. They discreetly went back to the kitchen, the two heads still looking like they want to strangle each other.
John turned his attention back to the rest of the bar. Seemed like everyone has somebody to talk to, which was excellent. Even the odd schoolgirl was fine having a talk with Mr. Trouble and Mr. Normal, who somehow seemed to be fine glaring at each other like the two-headed waiter, instead of going at each other throat. The robot-ghost didn't seem so shy anymore, as he was talking on about his theory on oddities with the Authoress: "And you're not the only one that looks normal, but isn't- take that small child and her two guards, or the bartender."
Oh no, John wanted to say, I am very ordinary, relatively, by some frame of reference. But it's not his place to change someone else's frame of thought, so he turned instead to the fabric dwarf and his new friend the goddess. "But what exactly do you mean by 'the end of the universe'?" he was saying.
"Ah, hmm," John started. "Maybe you ought to finish your meal before looking behind you, then." He gestured at the windows, where the universe was performing its final fireworks. "Or look behind you before you start eating."
People on the bar:
Conversing: - Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, a bit tense. - The Authoress, who looks like a teenage girl but probably not really one
Conversing: - Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry. - Sen, an omnipotent little girl, waiting for her meal while chatting up Pridopus
Conversing-ish?: - Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, having her fries and hot dog. - Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.
Conversing: - Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, sulking. - Abigail, an Author's Ambassador, also an angry woman in a dress. - The Infamous, flanked by scantily-armoured drow and vampire. - Yylya, a teenage elven girl
On a table: - Sen's guards, having drinks
Other Staffs: - Robin, a human waitress, currently behind the bar.
I've edited my post. ^.^" @Pseudo Stygian should probably take note, heh.
Wait, so uhh, The Authoress is talking to Cledwynn now? She was previously going to observe Pridopus (and I had assumed Sen), right? ZeroCuero's clarification aside, this is still a pretty major edit, one that would have changed John's entire stance in my post. Please don't do this?? Or at least talk it out first?? You could just, make a new post if The Authoress decided she wants to talk to Cledwynn after all???
I mean. It's fine now, I guess. But please don't make major edits without first confirming with those whose posts would be affected? Though I'd rather you just don't make major edits if it'll affect later posts.
"Ehh, huh? Did you crash into a water elemental too?" Lyra looked up to see another girl entering the room. She wasn't wet; maybe only slightly damp. Her roomate, of course. Lyra struggled to remember the name she'd seen in the dorm sheet, but couldn't quite get anything in her mind. "I'm going to get myself changed first, ok?"
A couple of minutes later, and Lyra was out of her bathroom, much drier and wearing a simpler grey dress. Her eyes inadvertently moved to her violin, and then shifted to her roomate, and then shifted again to the violin. Priorities, priorities. What's a priority?
"Hey, sorry! I got wet after crashing into a water elemental earlier," she said to her roomate, while picking up her violin case. Her eyes shone suddenly. Water elementals! Moved from a distance by a water elementalist! Water is transparent, yet how come they looked so solid? Crashing into them still felt like falling into a pool of water.
She shook her head. Priorities. "I'm Lyra, by the way. I'm a wind elementalist. What's your name?" She moved to the table next to the window. The sun was setting, so it wouldn't be any good for drying anything, but she liked the light.
Indonesian. Enthusiastic about history, literature, and video games. And what else?
Always open for random conversation.
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