A rat exits his house. he throws his two sets of cloths and assotred books and electronic intertainment in the rear of his spaceious hippy van. It has an untactfully painted warrior princess on both sides(remember this is a stoner van) and it looks like it could rust apart.
"S*** I forgot something!" He runs back into the house looking at his watch. Not alot of time but enough He thought. Then he came back out with two towels toothpaste and the like. "We'll be at this for a while." He contemplated "Hitting all 48 of the mainland will be cake itll' be the trec through canada to get to alaska that'll kill us." As he got the last of what he and the van needed he hopped into the drivers seat and ran his hand through the mint condition shag carpet. what a deal! My first car being the perfect road trip car! YEAH! he then pulled out for the McDonalds everyone was to meet at. He rolled in the parkinglot at about 1:00Pm the light Pennsylvanian sun looking down.
An orange cat walks out of the McDonald's, "Mmm... nothing like a Big Mac to get your afternoon going!" He looks over to the van, "Heey! Cool van! So, what did ya bring? Did you remember the snacks? How about extra gas? Did I leave my coffee pot on? When is everyone else getting here? I'll go get my stuff!" He said energetically. He ran into McDonald's and ran out again, both within two seconds, "So ya ready?"
A pair of stripy brown raccoon-cats were in the shadow of the building, whispering out a disagreement. All anyone could see of them were their outlines.
"Ikue, relax, they're not gonna hurt us; Dad talked to these guys, remember?"
"But we've never done anything like this before! What if someone robs us, or kidnaps one of us, or- "
"Oh come on, we're not five anymore!"
"As if that's the point, Spocoke!"
"...Look, you know I'd never let anyone hurt you, right?"
"...Right."
"And you know we're old enough to take care of ourselves, right?"
"...I guess so."
"So quit being nervous and come on. We'll be fine."
"....Ok."
A minute later, they walked out of the shadows and to the van, both with the same stride, but the boy raccoon a few inches ahead of the girl. The boy carried a guitar case and a backpack; the girl had a medium-sized light gray roller suitcase.
"Are you the guy we're supposed to be looking for?" the boy asked the tough-looking rat. The girl looked at him anxiously, like she was expecting the rat to pull out a knife any moment.
"Hey you two! Name's Joseke, Joseke Nadima, but you can call me J. So? How've you been? I'm guessing you're here for the road trip too? I just love traveling, but if I run I can't see the sights, so I've decided to take a trip with a few freinds!" He paused, which was very unlike him, "I left somethin' at home! Hold on!" Joseke ran the way the van came from, leaving a trail of dust behind him. He came back five seconds later, carrying a large, black suitcase, "There we are! So? Any idea how many people are comin'?"
"Yeah." Ian acted more shifty than normal to throw them off being the jokester he was. He eyed them like he had just gotten out of prison.....well he did but just for a few parking tickets.....and causeing bodily harm with a tacky 70's eyesore.....it was the cops fault anyway.
Then all of a sudden he brok from his biker 'tude and formally introduced himself. "yo I'm Ian and I'll be your guide for all fifty states! includeing the united states of canada and jesus land!" He looked through some of his things in back. He took out a map of the USA and handed it to the cat dude through the window. "We'll head west. A straight shot. I entered this heap into a Pimp Out contest in L.A. when it's looking better we'll start and head in this counter clockwise pattern till we come near Can ada dada and we make for Alaska like a bat outa hell."
he looked at the orange cat. "nope were relying on gas station pit stops till we hit L.A. Hope you brought gas masks those burritos can be like bad oil in the engine if you know what it mean."
When the orange cheetah came up and talked to them (in what seemed to be several statements and questions strung into one sentence), Spocoke tilted his head with a confused look, and Ikue raised her eyebrows. Joseke seemed like a nice guy, just... spazzy. Ikue almost giggled at how quick everything about him seemed to be. They didn't even have time to respond to any of his questions before he ran off and returned with his suitcase.
Then the rat they had been talking to gave them a shifty, creepy stare. Ikue hugged her arms to her chest like she was trying to curl up and hide, and even her brother's eyes grew more wary. But no. It was an act. Ikue sighed in relief, and Spocoke rolled his eyes, smirked and shook his head. "Nice to meet you, Ian and J. I'm Spocoke Masqueren; this is my twin sister, Ikue," he greeted them, gesturing to Ikue when he said her name. She smiled shyly and gave a little wave. "We're traveling mostly because Dad decided to test how we'd get along on our own for a while. So apparently a road trip in a soon-to-be pimpin' van couldn't be safer." He smiled so they'd know he wasn't serious about that last sentence.
"Heh well hop on in well wait there should be one more. If he's not here on oh....." Ian looked at his watch "Ten minutes were outta here." Ian looked at Spocoke I'm just gonna call you Coke case I'll NEVER be able to pronounce that right. Anyway nice shit glad to meet someone with an appritiation for the classics." He pushed a CD into the shiftily installed player. Soon music was pouring cleanly out of six speakers at a comfortable level. It was the familiar voice of Joey Ramone. " Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with a baseball bat oh yeah! oh yeah oh ho ho!" Ian could tell this would be a kickin trip.
"Good thing I came prepared." Joseke smiled opening up his suitcase, and taking out a pair of headphones, and put them on, "Noise cancelling... thank god..." he purred and hopped in the back with his stuff.
A large Otter rollblades his way into the parking lot. He has a pair of hiking boots hanging around his neck tied together by their laces and an old beatup hiking backpack on his back. He looks around a bit until he see's the van with all the people around it. He moves his sunglasses down a bit with his right index finger. He shakes his head a bit and pushes the sunglasses back up to their normal postion. He blades his way over to the van and stops before the small group. "This the road trip crew? I'm Gregor Reepar and it looks like I'm another member of this little band" He looks at the van and the people standing there. "This should be interesting"
Spocoke had started unzipping his guitar bag with an expression of joy at hearing The Ramones. Ikue just rolled her eyes, smiling, and sat down on her suitcase. Spocoke was mouthing to Joseke, "Why would you want to block this out?" when the otter bladed up. He and Ikue gave him a once-over, then Spocoke stood up and dusted himself off.
"Yup, I guess you're the last guy. I'm Spocoke, and that's Ikue." He nodded to his sister, who smiled once at the otter and then stood up, rolling her suitcase over to the open van door and lifting it in.
Joseke perked up upon seeing Gregor come over. "Ooh! New guy! More people!" He said darting to Gregor. "Hey! My name's Joseke Nadima, you can call me J." He smiled, "So, this isn't exactly the van we're going in, according to Ian, we're going to get it pimped out in LA... or something of the sorts... So how are ya?" he asked. It was amazing how he didn't need a breath despite how quickly he spoke.
Gregor nods to the others after they introduce themselves. He kneels down to remove his rollerbaldes and replace them with his boots. He looks at J as he fast talks. He just shruged. "I'm decent" Once he put his boots on he stashes his rollerblades in his backpack and puts it in the van. He then stoud straight and sctretched. He looked over the van at McDonalds then the looks into the van. "Gonna be a tight fit"
"You sir, underestimate the capabilities of my van." Ian says with a hand on Gregor's sholder. He then hoppes on to the top of the van. It shakes a little and the roof bends just slightly but he stands there and delivers the speach like it's a town legand....well it was but that's besides the point. "It was the summer of 2000, the twin towers were still standing and the country was overall still content. then i heard on the radio! 'Free tickets to the person and all the people who can shove the most people in their car! the only catch? you have to drive down with the same people in the same car!' It was an oppertunity NO man could pass up!" Ian starts getting more dramatic and a small crowd of fans of the legend had gathered around. " I had called all of my friends and still we were short 3 people for the prize. With ONLY 20 minutes to spare we drove down to the local strip club! these fine ladies wernt easy to sway but when they heard the concert was for GWAR they were putty. SO i had 5 of my friends and 5 strippers in my van! and they all had a safe place to sit no less! we won! and the gods of rock smiled on a little van driveing to a GWAR concert that day!" as he finnished one man cried, another looked fondly into space, and a hot punk chick flung her panties at Ian's face.
a disgruntled purples haired wolf in a McDonald's uniform left the restaurant shouting at the manager. " Well i don't need this job. i don't care if you're gonna give me a raise it's not worth the abuse;."
manager " i know you're up set Eric but these things happens. tell you what take the rest of the day off."
"Day nothing" Eric says looks around looks around and sees the van being loaded up. " hey got room for one more?"
"but Eric" says the manager.
"you heard me. mark it down as vacation time ore a voluntary quite i don't care but i need to get away form here now and fast." the wolf walks away for the manager and to the van.
Spocoke and Ikue watched in slight awe and slight amusement as Ian told his tale. When people gathered round, Spocoke hurriedly picked up his guitar so no-one would step on it. When the hot punk chick threw her panties at Ian, Spocoke whispered to Ikue with a grin on his face, "That's gonna be some girl's reaction to me one day."
"Let me know when that day comes; I've always wanted to see flying pigs," Ikue joked back.
Then the purple-haired wolf came out of McDonald's wanting in on the trip. Spocoke just gave him an admiring look for how he handled his manager, then looked at Ian to see how he'd react.
Ian shifted the panties so the leg holes became eye holes. "My my my, what a lovely little ball of rage we have here. If you want in you're going to have to calm the feck down and pull that dead animal out of your ass other than that i don't have any problems. You need to stop by your house for clothes and such? that uniform can't be too comfy." The crowd had dispersed and Ian hopped down. As he did he saw she wrote her number on the elastic band. "Nifty." He said to himself.
Eric nods. "i'm not normaly this angry but today was the last straw . i can't put up with the abuse anymore and need a vacation."
Gregor just rolled his eyes as Ian started talking. He pulled out a bit of beef jerky from his shorts pocket and begins to chew on it. He see's the wolf come out of McDonalds throwing a fit about something. He just continued to eat the jerky and finds a spot inside the van.
Noticing that everyone else was getting comfy in the van, Spocoke and Ikue hopped in too, finding seats next to each other and setting their luggage down out of the way.
"Okay, I have a few simple instructions for you guys," Spocoke said to the van at large. "Number one: Only touch my guitar if I give you permission. Otherwise, I shove Ikue's old Britney Spears album up your ass as far as it'll go. Number two: You can mess with me, but if you hurt Ikue, I'll kill you. Number three... well there is no number three, I just kinda wish I could think of one."
Ikue looked at the others when Spocoke was done. "He's always like this," she said exasperatedly. "Just put up with it." Spocoke gave her a sharp nudge for that.
Ian climbed back into the drivers seat and all the doors shut with a thud. "well kiddies here we go." Ian turned the keys but the engine wouldn't turn over. He tried a few more time praying to the gods of cars and was rewarded with the sweet rumble of an older than dirt engines sweet purr. If one could call it that it was more like a dieing man's cough. "Onward to L.A.!" and the van sputtered out of the parking lot leaveing a big oil stain where it was sitting.
It took awhile for J to notice that Ian left with his stuff, but without him. "Hey! Guys! Wait up!" He yelled, running after the van, which he ended up overshooting. "Oops!" He laughed as he stopped at an on-ramp. "Let's try that again." He smiled as he took of again, this time parallel to the van, "Yo! You almost forgot me! Could ya pull over?" He yelled into the van's passenger door.
Ian slowed down and rolled to a stop. As J reached for the handle Ian crept forward causeing him to miss. This took place several times. "Say 'punk rock rules all.' and I'll let you in..."
"NEVER!!!" :P He slowed down just enough to grab the back door. "HA!"
"If that's how you want to play it." Ian sped up to about 20 miles per hour. Then he promptly hit the breaks.
J ended up running into the back door, leaving a huge dent, or more an impression, on the van.
Spocoke looked out the back window and fake-hissed at J. "BLASPHEMER! Nobody let him in! He's a filthy heretic and will get his sin on you if you touch him!" Spocoke shouted with the air of a violent religious extremist.
Ikue ignored her brother's protests, and got out of the van, peeling J off the door. "Anything broken?" she said, kinda quietly, but smiling. This trip wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. At least all these people were nice.
"Nothing more than my pride..." He smiled, slowly getting in, "But then I didn't have much of that left over either..." He went over to his suitcase, "Hmm... let's see... I know I had them here somewhere..." He leaned over it, sorting through random stuff, "Hmm... maybe it's in deeper..." He leaned inside of it, so his head was completely in the case... "No? Hmmm... there they are!" He grabbed a bag inside his suitcase, his entire arm went in, "Wha? They're stuck!" He pulled on the bag as hard as he could... still nothing, "Let's see what the problem is..." He jumped into the suitcase, only his tail was popping out, "There we go!" He jumped out of the suitcase holding an industrial-sized bag of BBQ chips, "My lucky cinderblock was on one of it's corners." He explained, smiling. He opened it up, "Chips anyone?"
Once the van started moving Gregor pulled out an MP3player out of his backpack, with a pair of headphones. The kind you stick in your ears. He turned it on and slumped back into the seat he was in. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It looked like he had fallen asleep.
Ian looked back at J "I knew a speed demon like you could handle that turtle pace." Then to the rest of the group in general asked " Before we hit LA there is some prety cool things in baltimore we could take I 81 to harrisburg and then take I 83 there check out the inner harbor the aquarium then pop on to 70 and be right back on track. anyone want to?"
Ikue had jumped back into the van and watched as J rooted through his bag for chips. "Lucky cinderblock?" she repeated incredulously. "You're a worse packrat than my Mom." Then she reached and took a handful of chips from the outstretched bag.
Spocoke was paying more attention to Ian. "I've never been to Baltimore. I'm in. Sis?" He poked Ikue in the ribs. She started, then turned to Spocoke; she had spaced out for a second.
"What? Oh. Baltimore. Okay. Why not?"
"Majority that can hear rules. TO BALTIMORE" Ian peeled off down another road in a hastily made decision. Everything in the van shifted tward the right wall
Gregor slow tilted his head back to look at the others in the van. he blinked rather slowly and just shrugged. "They have some decent skate parks there" Gregor goes back to his sleeping look.
Skate parks? the wolf chuckled to himself. well at least this trip would be interesting if for no other reason then that he got to watch the others try out mildly insane tricks for the fun of it.
Spocoke and Ikue slammed up against the wall as the rat veered, one grabbing his guitar to him hastily, the other grabbing her brother's arm as if it were a branch over Death Valley.
"Seat belts, seat belts, seat belts, Please tell me there are seat belts in this thing!" Spocoke screamed as he felt around the seats.
Ian still careening down the road looked back "What's a seat belt?" He said with an evil grin. After a minute he said "Probably still cemented in the crack from the time my cousin spilt soda all over them and didn't bother to tell me." They were hard to find and harder to get out. One actually came up with a long think string of the sucrosey syrup.
Spocoke's eyes widened for a second, partly because of Ian's fake confusion, and partly because Ikue was cutting off the circulation in his arm. When he learned the seat belts were buried in hardened soda, he yelled at Ikue, "Let go of my arm before it dies already! I gotta find the belts!" She begrudgingly let go (now gripping the edge of the seat), and Spocoke dug in the edges for the seat belts. After about ten minutes of trying to work the belts free from their tightly wedged prison, he c ame up with one - covered in hardened sugary goo. He grimaced and turned to the others. "Anyone got a tissue, or something?"
"Errm... I wish I knew about the seat belts..." J muttered as his suitcase went flying onto his tail, "MREOW!!! My tail! Ow... wait... I don't feel it anymore... greeat." He lifted up his tail to discover it has gone compleatly limp, "Here Ikue, if you need something to squeeze you can use my tail, it's numb already. And as for tissues..." He smiled, reaching into his larger-on-the-inside suitcase and pulling out a small box "Here, disinfectant wipes... never leave home without them." He smiled.
"Thanks," Spocoke told J, snagging a moist towelette and rubbing off the formerly-liquid soda.
Ikue looked at J's limp tail. "Thanks, but, I'm pretty sure you should get that thing looked at before you offer it as a stress reliever. By the way, your suitcase wouldn't happen to be the TARDIS, would it?"
"Well, the hobo I bought it from said it was modeled after the Tardis, yeah." He chuckled, "I didn't believe him at first, but then he told me to stick my arm inside of it, I did, and hell, I felt like my arm was in it's own room! So, I paid him the two thousand dollars he asked for, took it home, and packed in everything that could fit." He pulled the suitcase up on his lap, "And then I found out this could be my home! It ended up having a lock that could only open from the inside of the case, took me a while to learn how it worked, but I figured it out." He shrugged, "I know it's strange, even baffles me, but it's true, I just keep everything I might quickly need near the door."
The van came to a soft stop and Ian popped open the door. "Welcome ladies and gents to the inner harbor! Some of the best seafood can be found here. Annnnnd...." He leaned his seat back and took his skate board from the harness of leather belts from the ceiling. "Some nice parks." Then he grabbed his back pack. the he got really serious. "Coke Ikue stay close....I don't want either of you on another amber alert.....Lord knows too many teens get picked off these streets as is....Anyway pile on out....time to have some fun."
"Right." Spocoke nodded, serious as well. "One second." He turned to his twin. "Get out your purse."
She was already unzipping her suitcase and grabbing out a knitted brown purse.
"Pepper spray?"
"Check. Jackknife?"
"Check. You'll scream if someone grabs you?"
"Yup. You gonna take your guitar, or your backpack?"
"Backpack. Lemme use your suitcase for my other stuff."
She did. Clearly, these two hadn't come without a lecture from their parents and some careful planning. After reorganizing themselves, they got out of the van and waited for the others.
Gregor grabs his rollerblades out of his backpack and puts them on in the van. He looked at Spocoke and Ikue as they went through their check list.
"Bodyguard" Gregor gets out of the vechicle, takes his hoodie off to reveal he is wearing a black tank top and his sold muscle. He looks back at the twins standing out by the van and smiles "Check"
Eric got out the the Van and decided that it would be sustenance before entertainment. he went looking for some sea food.
"Yo wait up! we don't wanna loose anyone." Ian said grabbing Eric's shoulder. "we should all take the time to make sure we all have cells and that we all have eachother's numbers. Mine is 555-555-0617"
After smiling and nodding a thanks to Gregor for protecting them, Spocoke answered Ian. "Ikue and I share one phone. It's 555-555-9234. We'll probably be getting food first."
"Fried clams!" Ikue exclaimed, grabbing Spocoke's (other) arm. "Friedclamsfriedclamsfriedculzeabehzeh...." She trailed off. "I can't say it that fast."
"Ya know this might just be best discussed over the dinnertable anyway..... C'mon crew I know this Great place it's called Posiden's seafood schack....An all you can eat seafood shack...." Ian was walking south.
Gregor smiled at the twins "Not a problem, yeah I got one of them tracfone things its 555-555-0667" Gregor looks around at the signs of the area. He smiled big time as he see's the sign he was looking for, it was a near by skate park. He starts skateing towards the park "You guys do that, I'm not hungery and I've got some family to go catch up with" He stopped then skated back to the van and gets back into his backpack. He retrieves two short wave radios and hands one to the twins. "This will work up to five miles apart. They are set to the same channel so I'll be able to keep in touch with you two. Just make sure its on and push the button on the side to talk with me. I know the area so if something worries you just tell me where you are and I'll head out there as fast as I can. Also just tell them Gregor sent you at Posidan's. They know me there" Smiles and winks at the twins. He starts to roll backwards away from the group. "Come by here when you're done. I'll introduce you to my family if they are around"
"Yo! Mine's 555-555-6369." J said hopping out of the car. (OOC [in advertisment announcer's voice]: That's 555-555-MEOW, 555-555-MEOW, 555-555-MEOW. Call Now!) "Now, as for the seafood, I'm all for it." He said following Ian chanting "I'm gonna eat you, little fishy..." (OOC: Red Dwarf reference, I'll try to get a video of it.)
"Glad some one besides me watches that show....now i feel like less of a dork" Ian says as three of the adventurers follow him."
OOC im tired so im oing to let my grammer slip....... and please do try to get the video....though ive read the book ive only seen a few episodes.
"FRIED CLAMS!" Ikue half-yelled when Ian said the words "all you can eat". One would never have guessed she loved them so much, her being so skinny. Fortunately, Spocoke grabbed her tail before she ran after the others so they both could listen to Gregor's instructions. "Pay attention, Sis, we both need to remember this. Thanks, man," he called to Gregor as he left, clipping the radio to his pocket.
He turned to Ikue, still holding her tail. "You were listening, right?"
"Yes."
"What did he tell us?"
"The radio reaches five miles, use it if we're in trouble, tell them Gregor sent us."
"Whoa, you were listening. I'm impressed!"
"Thanks. NOW can we go?"
"OK, OK."
He released her tail and they both went to catch up with the others, Spocoke programming their numbers into the phone.
(OOC: Found it! Go here (http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z92/Oblivionaddict/?action=view¤t=fca17464.flv) to see the video)
" that's a good ideal 914 555 3363 is mine. " says Eric. before following them to the restaurant.
OOC this is going to take a break.....as if it hasnt already....till black angel get's back. i havent the foggiest how the twins would react and frankly i consider god modding very rude.
((ooc. did i misread what Ian said to me? i was under the impression that they were heading to a restaurant so i was following them after giving my cell number." ))
(OOC: Can this start up again now? It looks all sad and neglected.)
(( i agree with B_A. this rp was just gettined started when it was shut down))
Quote from: lucas marcone on July 24, 2007, 12:53:07 AM
OOC this is going to take a break...till black angel get's back.
yes since angel is back.
OOC: CLEAR!! [shocks fourm w/ defibrillator]
J suddenly speaks up, "Ya know, this may sound random, but I have a joke: What smells and sounds like a gong?"
"Spocoke after Burrito Night?" Ikue laughs, earning a jab in the ribs from her brother.
"Look who's talking! Remember when Mom made asparagus salad?" he teases back, causing Ikue to go red for a moment.
As Ian walked into posiden's with everyone in tow. It was a little more upscale than you would think from the name or it's outer decor. the hostess lit up like a lamp when she saw Ian. "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIAN!!!" The former gymnist vaulted over the podium at wich she stood. Then she landed on him knocking the wind out of him. Bears tended to be much larger than mice but rarely take that into consideration. "It's been forEVER since you last visited us! what happened to those monthly visits?!?" Ian could barely squeeze out a breath. "Breathing.....rapidly....becomeing...an...issue!"
"Hmm... never heard of asparagus giving gas problems... but, no." He smiled, "Dung!" he chimed, half- laghing, Then he noticed the bearhug Ian was receiving, "I had a friend like that, her name was Sarah, we went to school together. She did that every time we encountered..."
"Tiff...TIFF." Ian said as best he could. "What? oh. OH! I'm so sorry!" She got off of him. "Should I show you to your seat now?" Tiffany asked. "Yes please, oh and Gregor sends his best but he says he isn't hungry at the moment." Ian said very profesionally. "Oh? That's good to hear. Right this way sir." If one didn't know any better they might think Tiff had a crush on Ian.
As their laughter faded from the glomping Ian had received, the twins struggled to catch their breath.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you've suffered broken ribs before, Ian," Spocoke gasped. Once the pair could breathe, they followed Tif, looking around the restaurant.
"Wow. This place is pretty classy," Spocoke quietly remarked. Ikue shot him a look. "What? It is."
"Here is your table. The alcohol menu is right here, and the buffet is over there. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Iced green tea please." Ian said.
"Well I already knew that, silly!" Tiff said "And the rest of you?"
"Coffee, with a 2 to 3 coffee to cream ratio, if you could." J said, smiling as he noticed he was slowing down a bit.
"Pineapple juice, please," Ikue said.
"Um, cream soda, if you have it?" Spocoke said hopefully. Curse our sweet teeth, he thought. I wonder if they even have pineapple juice...
Tiff looked at J. "We stopped serveing coffee to cheetahs when a mom brought six ADD kids and gave them all coffee. Over half the staff quit before shift was up." Then she turned to the Twins. "I'm not sure we have cream soda...we have Pepsi products and teas....and yes pineapple juice, If you would give me a second choice ill bring out what we have."
Ian was already half-way to the buffet.
Eric wondered for a moment if Pepsi made sprite ore &up. en the end it didn't really matter which. "I'll have 7up if you have it or something similar if you don't" he said at length. he eyed the buffet considering his foraging plan.
"Err... ok..." Need my caffeine, need my caffeine, need my caffeine! "What about Mountain Dew?" J said, half desperate.
"7up it is... Mister I am sorry i really am the policy for cheetahs is nothing stronger than teas and decafinated sodas. If the manager caught me giveing you caffine it could mean my job."
"Oh... Well, wouldn't want that! Unsweet iced tea then." He smiled
"OK, then. Sprite, please," Spocoke re-ordered. He eyed J a little nervously - apparently, his need for a sugar/caffeine rush outweighed even Spocoke's. (Ikue, in a small difference from her brother, didn't like soda. Fizz bothered her.)
Eric looked at the cheetah mildly surprised that he was taking it so well. much better the the customers at his place of work. he smiled chuckles under his breathy. " oh yeah this is good i need to get away form that clone factory"
"Right then I'll be back. Hit the buffet before Ian does or you can pick over the remains of what dosent appeal to him at the moment." Tiff winked and was off to get their drinks.
Ian was liveing up to Tiff comment though, and almost all the sushi without tofu was left in shambles. There was enough there for a small family but not much more.
Ikue zipped over to the buffet, desperately rooting around for some fried clams. "Tell me you didn't take all of 'em!" she yelled at Ian. Meantime, Spocoke was trying to get a plate of shrimp - assuming it wasn't all gone.
J darted to the food, "SUSHI!" By the time J got back (5 seconds), only the Wasabi paste was left.
Eric being more of a easy goer had grans a plate full of sushi and some calamari. still he was looking for something he just couldn't seem to find to go with it. " has anyone seen the wasabi?" he asked adding a cucumber roll to his plate.
"Right here." Ian said setting down a plate of wasabi and a community sushi plate. "Now for the main course.
Ikue and Spocoke slipped back to the table, one thrilled at finding an intact plate of fried clams, the other munching on shrimp.
Since ikue was distracted, Spocoke started to think about what else there was to do around here. Part of him really wanted to know if there a karaoke place around here, but for Ikue's sake he didn't want to ask. Lord only knows why she gets so nervous when she so talented...
Ian was already at the buffet again this time getting his own plate. He came back and sat down. "who's up for going to a blues or jazz concert afterwards?"
The twins perked up immediately. Spocoke swallowed and said, "Depends on who's playing, but sounds good to me." He looked over at Ikue, who nodded, her eyes suddenly excited.
"Ahhh, just what I wanted to hear... I'ts getting dark out so my plans for skateing tonight are FUBAR well crash at a nice hotel and drop by a few more things in the morning...to be on schedule however we need to get going before two PM." Ian bit down into a chinese doughnut. there was still sugar in his wiskers as he said,"seven sould be a good wake up time for those of us who like to sleep in. I'll probably be up by six though.."
"'Kay then," Spocoke nodded. "So, where are we gonna stay? Got any good hotels in mind?"
Eric's ears perks as her hear the word hotel. it drove home the fact that he's just hopped in a van with some strangers to escape a job he'd hated with out clothes deodorant or so much as 50$ in cash. thank goodness for his debit card. "well after we finish eating i'd like to stop by a store and pick up some essentials" he said
"Actually I do have a place in mind....Yeah we'll stop by Serge's Warehouse." Ian kept to himself the fact he knew Serge and could get most anything in there at hellacious discounts.
"Serge's Warehouse.? i don't think i have a membership with them yet. too expensive for day to day shopping but it's perfect for stocking up. thanks." Eric puts his empty plat off to the side and heads to the line to see if they replaced the shrimp yet.
"So who all is still eating? we better get trucking before the good javajazz joints fill up."
Eric stretched and petted his stomach some. he was merely picking at his desert plate having filled up already. " i guess i'm good to go, so whose driving?"
"everyone else done?" Ian said hopefully.
It took a minute for Spocoke to realize his shrimp was almost all gone. He'd been eating out of sheer boredom. Ikue, on the other hand, was taking the time to savor her favorite food, her eyes shut and a peaceful smile on her face. Spocoke poked her.
"Hey, Rachael Ray, speed up. We're leaving soon." She jumped, surprised out of her happy daze.
"What? Wha? Neh? ... Oh, right. Okay." She started eating more quickly.
"We're almost ready, I'd say," Spocoke told Ian.
"Alright I'm getting the check so if you havn't finnished i suggest you make full use of you cheeks an' stuff em'." Ian left the table to go get Tiff.
Ian comes back "Hay guys time to go." Tiff was sneaking up behind him.
In the short time Ian had been gone, Ikue had actually succeeded in devouring the remainder of her fried clams and chugging what was left of her pineapple juice. She smiled at Ian, not indicating that anything strange or somewhat disturbing had gone on. If not for Spocoke staring at her bug-eyed, everything would look perfectly normal.
She glanced behind Ian and saw Tiff. She didn't say anything, but she nudged Spocoke subtly and made a near-imperceptible gesture with her eyes. Spocoke didn't turn his head, but he did glance over Ian's shoulder and smirk.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And with a loud thump and a fangirlish squeel Tiff had rendered our favrite rat at a loss for breath. "Promise you'll come back soon! promise promise promise!"
"Ooooooooohkayyyyyyyyyy......" He managed to squeek out and Tiff got up. Ian stood up. "Whell hiff Thiff haasn't brohken any ribs weh'll bahe on haour whay." Ian made a 'follow me' gesture ans started for the door. Tiff wispered something in his ear, and he wispered something in hers but she blushed. With that the crew left for Leon's mocha and jazz emporium.
After the crew left Tiff got plenty of funny looks. none moreso than the other waitresses when they saw the tip she got.
Gregor's voice is heard coming from where ever the twins put the radio he gave them. "So what are you guys up now? Staying out of trouble? Ian still in one piece?"
Eric shook his head laughing. these people were something else. he was not sure what he'd gotten himself into but it was a relief from the drudgery or working at the clone maker and dealing with irate customers that would have shopped elsewhere if they had the money or the gumption to look beyond too blocks for heart clogging substance for a low price.
Spocoke almost jumped when he heard the walkie-talkie speak. He'd almost forgotten it was clipped to his belt loop. He picked it up and responded.
"Ian's mostly okay. Nothing bad happened, but Ikue did scare the hell out of me by pulling a Kobayashi on her dinner. We're heading to a jazz place. I think it's called Leon's. You coming?"
"Um I may try and make it. There is a Rollerblade tourney going on down here and I've been pressed to enter. I'll keep you guys posted when the tourney is over"
"Okay. Good luck, dude." Spocoke clipped the walkie-talkie to his belt again, and noticed that Eric looked a little disbelieving about something.
"Surprised you went from making cardboard-tasting burgers to this?" he guessed.
*ooc almost forgot bout this*
They entered a rather beaten up looking place in one of the poorer areas of the bay area. when they were inside it was cozy, warm, and had an aroma of coffee and spices in the air. "Hey Molly, Leon here?" Ian asked a slightly larger rat who looked one or two years older than he.
"No, he just left for a funeral. His Sax teacher went last night."
"horrable."
"Yeah, hay! What do I gotta do to see my own brother once and a while Mr. Pennsylvania mountain man!"
"Call a bit more often than I visit dear." Ian said with his big grin. "Band not playin tonight?"
"They will if they ever show." Molly said with an obvious look of disappointment on her face. "Told Leon not to book them, drug users the lot of em'."
Ian turned to the group. "Go on in have a seat. Plenty of coffee here cheetah man." He said to J as he passed. the whole place was filled with comfy sofas, armchairs and beanbags. Old wooden coffee tables littered the room and had many books on them. the place looked as if it were ment to suck you in and put you to sleep.