[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[The Artist Rose]

Rose woke up to someone singing and playing the piano. It was very pretty. Then she realized that she was in a different room than the one she went to sleep in. Panicking slightly she sat up and rolled, unfortunately she rolled too far and fell off the bed with a loud thunk. She stood up and looked around. It was a room...and she had been on a large square thing. She poked it. It was squishy. Why had she been on a squishy table? She saw a a strange square object on the table. She picked it up, it was kind of warm. Like she had been laying on it. She dropped it on the squishy table and a couple of feathers fell out of it.

"EEk! It's a bird!" Rose grabbed it and ran out of the door that had been left ajar. She quickly ran down the stairs into the lobby and to an open window, throwing the strange bird out of it saying, "Quickly little bird, fly away." It fell to the ground with a soft "floof" and a few more feathers fell out.  

[MacPere]

"Beautiful as always... Maybe you should wear only that garment when we move ourselves up a level..." MacPere narrowed his eyes with a carnivorous look and moved in to kiss Gren again, holding his waist.

... That is until he looked to Rose with a questioning look, coming up short by a few millimetres.

"... Why is she throwing a pillow out of the window...?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Um...I'm not too sure...maybe it made her mad?" While talking, he slipped his hands around MacPere's waist, pulling him close. With a grin, he planted a firm one on MacPere.  

[MacPere]

MacPere hummed against Gren's lips and tightened his own grip, deepening the sign of affection considerably. Ah, it seemed that the placebo tea and the song had worked to the effect he'd liked~  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose looked at the bird for a few minutes. It didn't move. She turned and looked at Macpere and Gren who were on the other side of the room. She could tell they were busy doing something something that she didn't understand, figured she would learn about it when it was time to, and went to go bury the poor dead bird herself. That is until she came to the door, and her accursed enemy, the confusing doorknob. She stared at it for a minute, wrapping her brain as to how it could possibly function. She had only ever seen doorknobs that you grabbed and the handle went down. That's it! She grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull it down. It didn't budge. She whimpered a little and scratched the door feebly like she did when she was too small to let her self out.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, you were moving for one anyhow...figured I'd make the first move this time..." Another breath and back to work, until he heard Rose scraping at the door. "Mm?" Something wrong?"  

[MacPere]

MacPere turned his head with a questioning hum, watching Rose with slight amusement. "... Rose, sweetie? Can you... not open the door?"  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose whimpered a little as Gren and Macpere spoke to her.

"No, it's not like any door handle I've ever figured out before." Rose looked sad. "I just want to go outside and bury the bird I tried to free, I think it's dead."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"O-oh... You mean the pillow? That's not a bird...it's got feathers from a bird, but it's not a bird. It's a cushion." Gren smiled sweetly

(BRB).  

[MacPere]

"Here, dearest..." MacPere released his grip of Gren after a light tap of his rear and turned the main door's handle, allowing the girl through. "You have to turn the knob the other way, sweetie."

He couldn't help but smile sweetly at the girl and try his all to make her understand everything just that little bit better - he seriously wondered how she was brought up...  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose watched Macpere grab the knob and turn it. She had never thought about it that way. But now that she thought about it, the doors she had figured out how to open pulled down in a arc, so it makes sence that it worked like that. She thanked Macpere for opening the door and went and got the pillow thing and brought it back inside.

"Sorry I bothered you guys. I really am dumb when it comes to wild human stuff." She brushed a little dirt off the pillow. "Thanks for helping me." She put her head down and sighed.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma showed up in the main room. She had done some slow cores on the morning to try to keep up with the Inn maintenance.

She was a little tired, her body slowly recovering and she grabbed the first chair with a sigh.  

[MacPere]

"My pleasure, sweetie..." MacPere sighed as he watched the girl go. Another use of that term... 'Wild human'...

He turned at the sound of a sigh and beamed, strolling to Zulma and embracing her from where she sat, planting an affectionate kiss on her cheek. "Zulma, my deeear~"  

[Zulma san]

Zulma smiled at MacPere. She kissed his check back. She welcomed the warm greeting of her friend. "How are you MacPere?" she asked gently.

Noticing the girl, she asked. "What is the name of our new little friend?" she asked.  

[MacPere]

"Ah, I'm fine~ Gren and I were preparing for something a little... titilating... But, we were interrupted. How about you?"

MacPere followed Zulma's glance and smiled armly at the girl, sitting on the arm of her chair. "Her name is Rose. She is... a different being. She refers to us as 'Wild humans' and dosen't understand the normal way of life, such as doorknobs and sleeping in a bed... It is truly curious."