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

[Azana Brown]

Orrin wavered, stumbling forward off the table in response to the semi-surprise shove. From there, his body seemed to react on instinct, tucking into a graceful roll which ended with him back on his feet just shy of part of his card kingdom.

Orrin took a moment to realize what exactly he had just done and looked back to Malachai with a smile. "Well...that was certainly interesting!"

JIM-BO began the treacherous approach with infantile steps on his new legs. The kitchen...it was challenging, both in distance and with obstacles and passengers. It calculated success at 45% chance.

Tyler watched the data stream in on a repurposed tablet, smirking at JIM-BO's estimate. Computers had no sense of optimism...  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai laughed. "You can fall, but never badly, and always come up looking good...that's really fun! Can you get dizzy?"

"Yuu kan duii, dan bii sukeirudo." assured Zippo, wee tail swaying. "Kiichiin na tu fa!"  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, let's find out..." With that, Orrin began to spin around like a little kid, hair trailing behind him in a sweeping curve. How long was it supposed to take to get dizzy...? Well, he'd find out sooner or later...Malachai would stop him.

JIM-BO continued its wobbly but thus far successful trek to the kitchen, cheered on by its new chibi passenger. It was not playing chiptunes currently, all processors dedicated to not falling.

Tyler wasn't sure what was more interesting at the moment...JIM-BO's odd friendship with the chibis, or Orrin turning himself into a dervish.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai clapped time, singing something cheerful yet incoherent in Demonic. After a good 30 seconds, he shouted "Stop!"

A lack of music was never a concern for a chibi. Fee and Zippo sang along with Malachai in high chitters.  

[Azana Brown]

Orrin stopped quickly, his hair following through and draping over his shoulder. "Alright...I feel..." He paused, shaking his head. "Just fine. Nope, dizziness isn't a thing anymore. At least not by spinning..."

JIM-BO let out a chirp as it approached the doorway, reaching out with one arm to seek stability.

"Go, go, go," Tyler cheered under his breath, wanting his little pet project to succeed.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai rubbed his chin sightly, thinking. "Maybe one of those spinning rides at the fair would do it better?"

"GOGOGOGOGOGO!" chirrupped Zippo.  

[Azana Brown]

"Sadly, that'd have to wait, considering fair season is all but over," Orrin sighed. He pulled out a small notebook and jotted down the note:

Take Charlotte to the Fair next summer.

Sliding it back in his pocket, he looked to the rest of the cards and flipped one. In a glorious cascade of destruction, the cards collapsed to the floor as though they had been set to do so the whole time. One big, elaborate domino display.

"It was a fun experiment while it lasted, though, huh?"

JIM-BO arrived at the door frame, steadying itself against it for a moment and receiving some new calibrations from its creator.

Tyler typed and drew on the tablet, working on calibrating the legs to proper walking. At least he had not only his own data to work with. Others had already made a walker, ASIMO. He'd never let them know he had popped in for a peek at the notes.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai laughed, pouncing on the cards as if they were a leaf pile. "You're telling me you're protogods and you can't find a single open tilt-o-whirl?" he snickered. "If you don't want to be tossed around, just say so, Mi- uh, Orrin!"

"Sankyuuu~!" cheeped Zippo, giving an affectionate n** in parting before hopping off and attacking the fruit bowl.  

[Azana Brown]

Orrin quirked an eyebrow, but smiled all the same. It was good to see Malachai joke around him. "I can...but traveling that far simply to sate my curiosity about spinning seems a waste." He looked over the piles of scattered, mismatched cards, wondering where to even begin to clean up the mess he had made. Surely there was something for this...maybe a strange vaccum?

JIM-BO once again was about to initiate defensive protocols, but registered an override from the tablet.

Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was JIM-BO chasing around chibis just for affection or riding. There were much bigger threats...he had made it too sensitive. Too reactive.

Machines don't do well with paranoia, he thought, sending the last of the new calibration data. Those legs would work...but part of him wanted something a bit more natural, more stable.

Max sat in her room, dressed in light pajamas as she pored over her e-mail. She blinked, finding one in the "mining" folder. "Ooh, someone wants me to--"

Max Mouse,

I understand that this e-mail may not be met with a favorable response. It may even be deleted on sight, but I have to try anyway. I have been unable to sleep soundly in the days since we met. I am concerned, yes, but also quite confused. In our encounter, it's become clear that the years have changed us, and I'm not sure whether that's for better or worse.

I am asking for your skills as a data miner, and your experience as someone he appears to keep close. I want information on Tyler Hunter, to know who he is and whether or not he's a danger to himself and others. I am well aware of how your business model works, and will happily grant you two favors in return. One for the information, and an extra since I know the difficulty of the task. Please consider my request and reply at your leisure.

Sincerely,

David R. Hunter

Max's cursor hovered over the 'delete' button, but she was conflicted about pressing it. There was no way she could tattle on Ty, but...but what if it could fix all these years? Or at the very least get the two to leave each other alone?

"...never make it easy, do ya...?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Waste of what?" said the demon, scooping up cards into stacks. "Not time, I'm sure."

"Riikaribureito." nodded Zippo, throwing an apple down for him. "Foa yuu!"  

[Azana Brown]

"Certainly not...but indeed, if time is little matter, what's wrong with waiting for the fair to come to me?" Orrin shrugged it off; he was in no huge hurry to find out, and if he wanted to partake of a fair, someone was always celebrating something. He could, feasibly, party every day of his eternal existence...at least, he could now. But where would the balance be in that?

JIM-BO, surprisingly, caught the apple in an outstretched arm, the fruit cradled against it after rolling back from its small-ish appendage.

It did it little good, but it recognized the value of an apple as a healthy foodstuff for users. Turning around, it began to continue its toddler-waddle back toward the stairs, and toward Tyler.

Tyler tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the item with JIM-BO before nodding. Machines didn't do well with food, either. The heuristics had given it the command to pass the fruit elsewhere. To the Administrator was a natural conclusion.

Max flopped back from the screen, fiddling with her smartphone and procrastinating on replying to the e-mail.

Remy...I gotta problem. She texted, unsure of who else to consult at this point. Ty was obviously out of the question. Sol was always pretty level-headed, or Gren, too. She'd have to get dressed for that, though.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Because sometimes patience is no fun." he laughed, offering cards. "Want help sorting? I'm good at sorting things."

Zippo chittered. Silly robot, but at least it knew what sharing was.

A thumping came down the hall from Remy's room, followed by the distinct skid of socks on a well-polished hardwood floor and a crash coupled with a yelp. After a moment, he knocked on her door and peered in, a smudge on his cheek and his hair mussed. "What's up, babe?"  

[Azana Brown]

Max pointed to her screen. "Gotta job request...kinda tricky, not sure if I should take it or not." Her laziness did little to conceal her conflict at this idea. It had the potential for a high reward, but it also was a risky venture. She had never been asked to data mine a friend, especially not one so private, or so close.

"Certainly. I'd hate to make Charlotte sort them out again; she had everything surprisingly tidy for a being of Chaos." Orrin was busy enough just trying to get them into piles without figuring which would go where in her Frankweiler filing system.

Tyler accepted the apple after a few minutes of JIM-BO's shaky steps on the cards. Almost immediately after taking it, he watched JIM-BO begin sweeping the cards, as if walking on them had been so difficult simply because he could not both clean and deliver at the same time.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Maybe she's just trying to be nice to your tastes?" he asked, starting to stack by the patterns on the back. "Or maybe order is chaos to her...that kind of stuff always confuses me, which is what."

He strolled in, looking at the screen. "Aw, geeeeeez..." he whined. "That's really vague, too. What's he want, like, information about us too? His jobs?"  

[Azana Brown]

"I dunno if he's vague 'cuz he's a noob or if he's leavin' it up ta me. Doesn't he know I'm kinda biased...?" Max added to the complaint before heaving herself out of the cushions and heading to her closet. "Besides, what'm I supposed ta dig up on 'im? Or...maybe I'm supposed ta make a case for 'im, ya know? Show David he's cool ta leave 'im be..." She began throwing out articles of clothing in a similarly haphazard way to her ideas.

"...an' if Ty busts me...aw, man, I dunno..."

"I've learned it best not to question Charlotte's reasoning and simply accept what is," Orrin grinned. "Otherwise, you may drive yourself mad. Thank you, JIM-BO."

JIM-BO chirped before popping on another chiptune bit, oddly enough finding a pop song that had been translated into the format.