Character Dinner Party

[West Balcony]

"You'll be fine if you get out occasionally." Wylfing takes a sip of water. "The elves are crazy but they never leave the forest, well normally anyway. Take a nice walk outside occasionally. Hell get out and do something fun."

Phoebus, "Or you two could get together, and um...."

"Really Phoebus? Really?"

edited 8th Aug '12 12:02:00 AM by Aqueos

[West Balcony]

"Fuck each others' brains out?" Jonathan sighs. "It's been hard to find privacy. We're either working or someone's popping in to ask questions or just hang around. And then at night we're just too tired."

"I do fun things," Cyrus whines. "Or at least I did, before Violet showed up!"

"There there. It's all right. You're helping to save the world. Or whatever it is that we're saving. I'm sure you'll be fine if you take a nice, long break right after."

[East Balcony]

"I wasn't born during 2066, but I couldn't tell you the exact year because they changed the damn calendar at one point for God-knows-why reasons," He muttered,"Well, it doesn't matter."

He took a swig of juice and started to consider eating dinner. Haruka would love to talk with these boys. She'd be so much more comfortable with then than his awkward attempts at looking like a sane, normal human being.

[East Balcony]

Daniel, with his back against the railing, gave a silent nod although frowning while he did so. Something didn't seem quite right with the Princess. Her face looked like she wanted to say something, but she still kept silent. Was she just that shy?

No, it was more than that. Her movements looked vaguely familiar, even a tad bit passive. Like Sophronia. Was she mute too? Well, it didn't seem like something he needed to bring up if she or Caer themselves didn't.

"Nice to meet you," he added, after a moment.

[west balcony]

The waiter wrote down the order, sliding his ticket into his apron's pocket. "Alright. I will send that to the kitchen." He gave a small bow, vanished into the kitchen and put the ticket on the line, then left to check on another table.

Vince turned around when he heard the doors and examined the ticket. Rock lobster and vegan gnocchi, it said, for the 'Plant table on balcony'.

...O-kaaay.

He grabbed another saucepan and, after pausing for a moment, started on a pomodoro sauce without fresh mozzarella. Vince called up Raphael to pick a veritable garden of herbs and freshly dried spices to mix in with the tomatoes, taking extra care with the sauce because God fuck he hated vegans.

East Balcony

Guinevere was mildly disappointed when neither of the two people she was just introduced to returned her mental reply. Granted, both of them did reply vocally, but those were more likely a response to Caer introducing her. Having to go back to being the silent one after finally meeting someone who she could "speak" to without Caer was rather jarring, but as she was going to have to return to that anyway once they returned to Briton she might as well get used to that role again.

Caer smiled again. "We're going to have to go eat soon; Gwinny's already ordered and I still have to," she said, "but I think we still have a little while before her food gets here, so we might as well finish up that conversation we were having earlier. Something about magic, I think...?"

[East Balcony]

"You'd just mentioned about there being different sources of magic in your world," Daniel prompted Caer, "though I'm curious, what exactly do you use for that purpose?"

edited 8th Aug '12 10:01:36 AM by Elfhunter

[West Balcony]

"Well uh..... it hasn't exactly been hard for us lately. Phoebus has been avoiding the press.... and I just borrow some energy from my familiar. Not to mention during our little pit stop to get clothes we got a hotel room, horribly useful really. You could use it if you want, it's not like there's anything there we really need. Of course I don't know how you guys got here so maybe not."

"Oh and use lots of lube, if you don't...."

Wylfing glares at Phoebus, "Really you had to remind me of that incident right before we eat."

East Balcony

"As a fairy, I'm naturally magical, so if I just want to use a healing spell or something I don't need to find a source," Caer replied. "If I need to use an elemental power, though, I can just draw from the surrounding area." She glanced behind Daniel, looking at one of the lamps hanging around the balcony. "For example, if I wanted to use a fire spell, I could draw from one of those lamps."

She looked back at Daniel. "Gwinny's like me in that she's also naturally magical, courtesy of her ancestor. Unfortunately, humans have to utter incantations to use most spells, so she's rather restricted in that regard."

[West Balcony]

Cyrus looks a little sick. "That won't be necessary. The hotel room, I mean."

"Wow, you two really like talking dirty." Jonathan strokes an imaginary beard and nods slowly. "I mean, I figured it might come up now and then, but it seems to be a significant theme of this conversation. Do you two have any other hobbies?"

Cyrus rolls his eyes. "That would be nice to talk about, because there was this really stupid thing I was planning to do here called eating—" He slams his head on the table and groans.

"Yeah, he's just... really hungry. His whole family eats like wolves, I swear... and they have a fondness for meat. Makes sense, I guess."

[West Balcony]

Wylfing laughs, "This is restrained. I will admit though uh..... we do um... indulge quite often."

Phoebus puts out his palm and pretends to write on it, "Well, you see daily I do it, then I think of ways to do it, then I ask other people how to do it, then I think about how to apply..."

"But no really, Phoebus has been improving his fencing I've been improving my ability to deal with human politicians. And I guess my archery and magic. Everything links back to my duty. Or potential duty. Or whatever."

"Don't forget my body I know you like..."

"Perhaps Cyrus has a point!" Wylfing's cheeks are bright red again.

I'll see if I can get a construct to get a waiter to notice you, I want all of you staying put. Damn elves and their insane hearing.

edited 9th Aug '12 12:02:29 AM by Aqueos

Sorry for not posting for so long.

-West Balcony-

Morgana has made her decision. "I'll try the Rock Lobster, Scissors Lobster, and Paper Lobster with a baked potato on the side, and a Dr. Pepper." Morgana said to one of the waitresses.

"I'll take the five rib-eyes, along with a baked potato, and a Mountain Dew." Roy said to the waitress.

The waitress went back to give the order to the cooks.

Why so much food? I'll tell you in the Discussion Thread.

[East Balcony]

"Really?" Nick said, crossing his arms, "That's really weird." He then looked at Cain's behavior, quirking an eyebrow. "You look like you're looking for someone. You okay?"

uuuug Sorry for the late response. DX

edited 9th Aug '12 4:59:35 PM by Masterofchaos

[east balcony]

Ryu had spent the majority of the conversation just listening, nodding, and eventually resting his eyes, not exactly knowing too much about his own world. Dwindling in that threshold between the resting of eyes and the geriatric nap, he forced himself awake. A full moon had risen alongside a confetti-sprinkled chorus of Milky Way stars, its silvery light tinting all beyond the stone railings a vaguely romantic blue for all the dramatic kids out there. Golden, violet-shadowed licks of flame danced and wove about inside their glass and iron lanterns atop knobby, wrought-iron filaments. Scattered across railing and table alike, the patrons laughed and chatted and sipped expensive wine in the bright, gentle shine of the flames.

After what felt like a long silence, Ryu turned to his companions in conversation. "Sorry to say, but it looks like I'm going to have to leave tonight." Resting his face in his palm, he smirked slightly. "It was a pleasure getting to meet all of you. Hope you all enjoy yourselves- Vince's food is to die for." He nodded once, pulled himself out of his chair, and headed back inside, giving Nick and Adam a quick smile and nod on his way back in.

All in all, the place still felt sparse- the centers of activity seemed to be the balconies. Waiters flew about in a manner that seemed almost choreographed. Fairies. And, yet, Ryu kept walking on to the door from whence he came. Not a moment after turning the doorknob, he opened his eyes and found that he was back in his average Queens apartment, with a cat against his leg.

Who knows, maybe Sora did get an invitation.

[West Balcony]

"All right. I am calm." Cyrus takes a deep breath. "VERY CALM!"

"Er...."

"Oh, excuse me. I think I'll have two orders of lamb chops and mashed potatoes. You?"

"Not too sure." Jonathan scans the menu for the upteenth time. "Everything sounds good. Give me another minute and fetch yourself some appetizers."

"Oh, all right." Cyrus leans so he can see the appetizers table and tries to make some food fly toward him. Baked potatoes smash him in the face and the dish nearly hits his stomach, but he manages to get it on the table and clean off his face.

"I love magic," he says flatly. "It causes so many problems, but also gives you the tools to fix them."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Jonathan can't use magic."

"LALALALA—"

edited 9th Aug '12 9:53:42 PM by SnowyFoxes

[West Balcony]

Wylfing does his best to stifle a giggle. "Uh perhaps you should try levitating the plate and just let the food go along with it before decelerating the whole thing. As long as the trajectory is flat it should be fine. Or you could just teleport the stuff but that takes a lot more energy. Alternatively you could just..."

Phoebus moves his gaze over to Johnathan. "I don't get it either. Or pretend to get it either."

[West Balcony]

Cyrus stuffs a whole potato into his mouth and stares flatly at Wylfing.

"I know!" Jonathan makes some vague arm gestures. "Woo! Magic! I can make shit fly around and set things on fire and stuff! I'm such a badass!"

[West Balcony]

A death glare for a few magic tips. Cyrus really should loosen up.

"So, anyone for some alcohol?"

Phoebus perks right up. "I know this nice vodka and I was thinking,"

Wylfing buries his face in his hands "Anyone have any other suggestions?"

[West Balcony]

"NO!" Cyrus almost chokes. If they're this crazy now, how is he going to survive when they all get drunk?

"Oh, come on. I'll go for some good, strong whiskey. Ah, fuck this shit." Jonathan closes his eyes, sticks his finger on the menu, and looks. "Filet mignon will do."

edited 9th Aug '12 11:18:13 PM by SnowyFoxes

[West Balcony]

A slightly bewildered waiter makes his way onto the balcony, it appears Erina had done what she said she would.

"Well, may I take your orders?"

He appears to be a bit ruffled, the constructs must have been a bit more physical than required.

"I would like to have the ceviche." The waiter scribbles down Wylfing's order and turns to Phoebus, "Oh, the haggis would be nice. Could we have a bottle of bunnahabhain twelve year old whisky and some shot glasses?"

The waiter merely nods and scribbles a bit more down before turning towards the other side of the table.

edited 9th Aug '12 11:47:02 PM by Aqueos

[West Balcony]

"Two orders of lamb chops with mashed potatoes," Cyrus says faintly. Well, it's easier to be around drunk people when you're a little tipsy yourself, isn't it? He's not very fond of whiskey, though. Why not try something new? He could go back to good old mead if he accidentally picks something that doesn't agree with him. "And this sounds interesting." He points at Baijiu on the wine menu, blissfully unaware of its high alcohol content and too distracted by his hunger to ask about it.

"Filet mignon with minestrone soup. Could we make that two bottles of whiskey?"

The waiter leaves and Jonathan grins. "We were talking about magic, huh? Fuck magic."

Cyrus rolls his eyes, fearing that if the evening keeps going the way it has been, his eyes might be permanently stuck.

[East Balcony]

"I'm fine."

There's some people here I think you might like talking with, over in the East Balcony.

[West Balcony]

"That seems to be the general thoughts on magic back from where we come from." Wylfing laughs, "I have magic powers, let's learn how to cast a fireball and now that we have stupid impractical magic, let's just focus everything on being able to cancel it out! Not that that's bad, it's horribly practical."

A waiter comes by and gently places the two bottles of whisky and the baijiu on the table, and Phoebus opens a container and happily dispenses a shot glass to everyone but Cyrus. He stares at the baijiu, he hasn't the slightest clue what it is, and the heated ceramic bottle covered in characters certainly wasn't going to help him.

"That's... interesting Cyrus."

[West Balcony]

"I don't have a clue what it is," Cyrus says cheerfully. "But since we're at a crossroads of the universes of sorts, why not try some new things?"

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. "Maybe you could have asked the waiter if he knew anything about it."

"Too late for that, I suppose." He inspects the bottle. "Yes, very interesting. These characters resemble runes in some way, but I can't quite put my finger on it... I've never seen a runemaster use such thick strokes. Oh well. What matters is what's inside."

After pouring himself a glass, he takes a sip.

"Reminds me of a chemical spill in Matthias's laboratory. Fell on my face and got a taste of it." Another sip. "That's not a good thing, and yet... it's a good thing. Well, I guess getting the surface of your tongue burned with acid puts things in persepctive."

"Wow, are you drunk already? I know you don't drink much, but... damn. Let me try that shit." Jonathan downs the rest of Cyrus's glass and gags almost immediately.

"You know what? I'm sticking with the whiskey. Anyway! Magic users. You know what the funniest thing in the world is? Watching one put on a big show and then just taking out a gun and shooting his face off. My favorite kind of kill."

Last post until the end of my vacation...

Morgana and Roy waited until their food was served. Eventually, the waiters came out with various lobsters, steaks, and baked potatoes. "Hope you don't mind us eating too much..." Roy said to his tablemates.