Slowly walk away, to breathe again...On my own!
Leo blinked as he lifted his face off the table, drool streaming from his mouth. -I can't believe you...-
"Huh? What'd I miss?"
-You fell asleep while Tora was talking to you!-
"It's not my fault I'm narcoleptic."
-You're not narcoleptic.-
"Says you. It just didn't kick in till now. Where's Tora?"
-Reading books or something, I don't know. What are you gonna do? We didn't get any info thanks to you.-
"Well, I'm hungry, so I'll leave her alone. Where's the kitchen?"
-There's no need to find it, those little service bots will get you something.-
edited 20th Feb '13 5:21:38 PM by cexadono
[Theater] While she reached, unsuccessfully, for the popcorn, a number of things were talked about, most of which Tamara ignored as she tried to get some popcorn, or at least someone's attention, without being rude or jumping. This was one of many disadvantages that came with being a considerate but rather short eight year old; things held by normal-sized adults were often hard to get at while they were talking to other adults, mostly because it was rude to interrupt them. And she had yet to meet a grown-up that seemed to appreciate the necessity of having to jump at some things. Her patience wore thin, and she decided to speak up when Samira said something interesting. She also hoped someone would notice that she couldn't quite reach the popcorn without a little bit of help... "You're from the future?" Inquired Tammy. "What's the future like?" She paused for a moment and pointedly looked at the tub of popcorn for a moment, then looked up at Samira somewhat expectantly. She hoped she wouldn't have to actually admit that she couldn't reach the stuff. "Also, can we watch Atomic Betty?" While that was one of her favourite shows, she doubted so many adults would agree to watch it with her.
edited 20th Feb '13 10:50:23 PM by Aqueos
edited 21st Feb '13 1:25:28 AM by Night
edited 21st Feb '13 6:29:29 AM by KillerClowns
edited 21st Feb '13 9:03:59 AM by m8e
Dining Area -> Kitchen -> Wine Cellar Grimhilde politely wiped her mouth upon finishing her meal. A quick look around the area showed that it had emptied out slightly since she started. Given her ego, she automatically assumed that was because the other folk noticed her presence and decided not to risk incurring her wrath. Although she'd since calmed down from her earlier confrontation, she still couldn't help but be slightly amused. She took a few moments to consider her next plan of action. There was the option of hunting down the owner and making sure he had properly prepared for her arrival, but the fact that he hadn't greeted her when she arrived was something of a concern. For that matter, his conspicuous absence didn't say much about his state as a host. Was he even here? If he wasn't, then why the heck did he just decide to let a bunch of random folk run around his house? Grimhilde never considered just opening up her castle for all the peasants to run around in and do what they please; with such a wonderfully designed place, she felt that the owner would feel the same. Her next thought was to go find a place to get a drink. The one provided alongside her meal was nice, but Grimhilde desired something from her home land. There had to be some place around here to get something like that. With that line of thought, she got up, leaving her leftovers on the table (under the assumption that the odd contraptions would come around and take care of them) and headed back into the kitchen. She vaguely remembered the invitation saying something about a wine cellar. By the sounds of things, it was likely on a lower floor. Sure enough, Grimhilde's eyes fell upon some stairs that seemed to lead down. Ignoring the other occupants of the kitchen entirely, she headed on down. The first thing her eyes fell upon was the odd group sitting at the bar. In particular, the glance she gave the pig was an odd mix between disgust and "what the hell am I looking at," though the werewolf also gave her some concern. She shoved her opinions of the group to the side for the moment, and instead took a look at the shelves. It seemed like this entire place was self-serving, so Grimhilde walked up the shelves, examined them until she found a wine that was to her liking (surprisingly quickly, in fact). She then took a seat at the bar some distance away from the group and poured herself a drink.
Slowly walk away, to breathe again...On my own!
edited 21st Feb '13 1:48:46 PM by nrjxll
" I'd like... a bean burrito, no cheese, and a mango smoothie! Please and thank you."
-Can we go now? They'll bring it to you, wherever you are.-
"And how do you know that?"
-Uh... I just do, it's not important.-
Leo followed Tora and Oracle.
edited 22nd Feb '13 1:05:14 PM by Masterofchaos
edited 21st Feb '13 6:22:02 PM by Night