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

[Gren_Eckener]

"No...I mean you aren't a seducer like me, are you?" asked the demon, smiling a bit. "You don't have to be!"

"Well...is there anyone he respects?" offered the blond.  

[EntaBengali]

He shook his head. "I don't seduce. It's not my job." he answered, sipping more of the dark coffee.

Felix hummed. "Not that I know of, but then again he never talks to me."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai got himself a coffee with too much sugar and a lot of cream. "You like it bitter, huh?"

"Well...when he comes around again, maybe I can ask him, or ask around...maybe whoever called you in Russia knows?"  

[Layla Marsivi]

Layla sat there at the counter before walking around again. She was really thirsty but she couldn't drink anything directly behind the bar. She didn't think Zulma and them would mind if she helped herself to the kitchen. Would they? She slowly made her way that way. Going towards the kitchen and stopped. She bit her lip before entering it. Looking around trying to find something to drink. Preferably juice but anything would do.  

[Azana Brown]

"Hey, don't get so down...you're not a waitress or anything, and you're allowed to have your conversations," Terry replied to Lin. "Who knows? Maybe it's my fault for being so impatient."

Layla would be met by a few of the usual bottles and cartons, and a strange hulk of technological marvel. Affectionately dubbed the Drinkamajig, it could serve up any beverage (now with ice cream capabilities!) if only the right code was typed in. There was a small basic manual nearby, along with some hand-scribbled notes from intrepid Inn-goers.

"Wow, Doe's gotta helluva lawyer," Max muttered as she reviewed the hefty contract. "...there's even a dress code?"  

[Layla Marsivi]

Layla didn't see anything in bottles that looked like it was for something other than food. She stopped and stared at the technological...creation. What was that? Her eyes wide as she wasn't sure if she was hoping it could help her or afraid she'd start hearing it speaking like she had everything else technological. It was a bit disturbing. Amir called it what he will. She'd prefer some normal whisperer power if she had to have one. Least people would have an idea what she meant. She wasn't entirely sure she wasn't just going crazy or had been partily her whole life. She got closer though. It looked really cool. She just studied it for the moment. Then looked at it. "Are you going to start talking too like the microwave?" She asked outloud. Well least this time if she did hear the technology speak like the microwave it wouldn't be as scary.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"EMONTY PORKCHOPPY IN MINE MOOTS" replied the machine cheerfully in a whirr.

There were other in the kitchen, however. A hulking beast of a man, scarred face accented with glasses and a goatee, speaking with a slightly pudgy and dapper blond gentleman, both sipping coffee. Nearby the machine in question, a tan-skinned demon with red-tipped white hair, genially chatting with an unsettlingly large white bat and a fennec fox, the latter nose-deep in warmed-over turkey.

The demon glanced to the girl's question, baffled. "...the microwave talks?"  

[Layla Marsivi]

Layla eeped as she had half falsely hoped it wouldn't. Her hands shot to covering her mouth to keep it from being really loud. Falsely half hoped even knowing it would. What it said made her start giggling even with her hands covering her mouth. Half of what it just said made no sense. Least the machine wasn't hostile from upset and grouchiness like the microwave. "Well at least you don't sound like you are going to go kamikazi from anger and upset." She said softly. "Emonty porkchoppy in mine moots? Uh...hi?" She said. Utterly lost. It seemed cheerful so that was good. Was that a positive to feeling unsure of things.

Eeking as she hadn't noticed others until she heard the demon's voice. Flushing red across her cheeks. Nodding her head. "All the technology based stuff does. Stove doesn't just hums some strange song softly." She said in a shy uneasy tone. Uneasy from the fact she wasn't sure how to explain this. "Amir called this...gift?...technowhisperer. When he explained it he said to compare it to something like ghost whisperer or animal whisperer."

She was now feeling awkward trying to explain. Her cheeks more red now. She looked back at the machine. "Um...can I have apple juice?" She asked. Well if she was crazy and even if she wasn't...it did talk back. Was only respectful to thus ask it instead of making it give her something...right? She had no idea...she just confused.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Burbling something in a melodious gargle, the machine produced apple cider, no cup.

Malachai watched the drink spill onto the floor, brows raised. "...Maybe it doesn't speak your language?" he offered, grinning sheepishly. "Or is it mad? It was made by a chaos beast, after all...it might just not be put together right for speech."  

[Layla Marsivi]

Layla eeked then giggled a bit. "Oops. I'll need to clean that up." She said. Looking at it. "No...it didn't sound mad. It had a melodius sound to it." She said. She looked at him. "Chaos beast?" She hadn't heard of those. Mostly as they didn't exist on the island her half sister brought her to the mainland from. "I don't know. I don't have tech skills." She said. She looked thought. "Can I have a cup of juice?" She asked experimentally. She flushed. "Though to be fair. All I asked for was the juice the first time." She said. A smile on her face. "It gave me apple cider not apple juice but it still gave apple liquid." She found this strange and slightly amusing. Much nicer than grouchy microwave.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, her name's Charlotte...she's cheerful and nice, so I don't think you have to worry."

A cup toppled onto a landing, the juice of something strange and unsettling dumping in. Malachai took the cup and sniffed it, paling somewhat has he hastily drank it. Smiling shakily, he tossed aside the cup. "I think the machine is actually insane." he laughed wearily. "How about I order your drink? If it seems cheerful, I don't think it'll mind...it's never broken down or anything, and even makes ice cream!"  

[Layla Marsivi]

Layla looked at him. "That is a pretty name." She said with a smile. Watching the machine work in fascination. She made a puzzled what is that supposed to be face. Looking at Malachai as he made an icky that is horrid face. She started giggling more. "You have an icky my stomach not like that expression now." She said. Smiling and relaxing more. She looked at him. "Are you alright sir?" She asked worriedly. She looked at the machine. "Ice cream. Yum." She said. "Thank you sir. I'd appreciate it. I'm Layla." She smiled and looked at it. Remembering what he'd said it was made by. She was talking more since she came here. Plus this whole crazy events resulting from the nice machine responses made it humorous and helped her relax. "What is a chaos beast? We didn't have anything like that on the island. So this is the first I've heard of it."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Hi, Layla. I'm Malachai." hesmiled sheepishly, all fangs. He didn't want to tell her it had probably just spat out a glass of liquefied squirrel. Flavour wasn't a concern at all for him, but the principle of the matter. It'd been a long day, and he didn't need more upset people.

"Oh, don't worry. There's only one of her. She's, um...think of a god. How gods are? She's like that, only she doesn't need believers." he explained, pushing a button and pulling a pinball knob. Genially, the machine hummed Bach as it made a fine cup of fresh apple juice. "Don't think too much on it. If you get caught up on what people are instead of who in this house, we'll all go buggy."  

[Layla Marsivi]

(OOC: ewwwwwwwwww *makes own icky face* that is just funny XD)

Layla looked at him. "Nice to meet you." She said with an honest smile. Looking at the machine. She was actually feeling much better thanks to a messed up order from the friendly machine and Malachai. She'd been feeling uneasy and having trouble with everything. The chaos earlier hadn't helped. Now though she felt at ease and happy again. She looked at him. "Sounds interesting but like it be a tough existance. I imagine she wouldn't get many vacations." She said softly. Watching what he did with the machine. That was cool. "Huh? Caught up on what people are?" She said. "I never saw anything but the people." She said with a smile. "Besides...it isn't the people, no matter what they might be or look like, that make me uneasy. It is the machines and technology things talking. Whether it is to me or just randomly hearing it near me. I'm more worried about the machines than people." She said. Flushing a bit. "I bet that sounds kind of weird huh?" She said. Giggling a bit as she saw it make the apple juice. "Wow....that was amazing." She said. Looking at the machine. "Thank you Charlotte." It spoke to her...and tried. She should at least thank it like anyone else who helped her with something. Right? She was just going to go with that.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai blinked, frowning. "Why are you calling the Drinkamajig Charlotte? No,, no. Charlotte's the one who made the Drinkamajig. And, eh...I think pretty much every day is her vacation. Still, heck, machines talk all the time. I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, come on. I have a phone that I barely know how to use, but we still get on okay...and that means you can make more friends, right?"

His black, spaded tail swayed slightly as he thought. "It's not the weirdest thing I've ever heard."