Tabby yawned. "Thanks, they love gravy," she remarked to the innkeeper. She put it in front of her kerubis and they almost buried their faces in it, but barely remembered their manners. Tabby walked up to the counter and put ten sP on it, then turned to the man who had just walked in. A seven year old, probably his son or something, had come in with him and was spinning rapidly on a stool. She stopped it gently and crouched down, eye to eye with the boy.

"Hey buddy! I see you're enjoying yourself. Would you like to come over and see my pets? They're kerubis, and their names are Tringle and Auroria. Don't worry, they won't bite you. They have great manners." She flashed an amused smile at the man. Hopefully he wouldn't get mad at her; she was trying to find a tactful way to stop the kid from embarassing him or getting him thrown out.

[Perfectly fine, Sala. What in the world is a chupo? You mean a churro? Ehh, I'll Wiki it...]

With an expression of incredulity, the Inkeeper regarded the newcomers-and the lady walking down the stairs. Grabbing the Lazy Gun from under the bar, he pointed its ominous two lenses at the girl in the purple robe. "Where in the Emperor's holy name did you come from-gaaaah...alright-" With a sigh, he lowered the heavy weapon and stowed it under the bar, putting two fingers against his forehead. "I'm going to assume you just came in during the night. If you really needed the room, the first night's free, but it's going to be a hundred sP to continue staying, per night. As for the French Toast, that too will have to wait; I have other people to attend to who didn't come from nowhere."

Turning to the tired-looking man, the innkeeper sighed and put two fingers to his forehead, pulling a mug of coffee from under the bar and taking a long sip, steadying his nerves. "As I assume the squirts are with you, it's going to be up to you whether or not they get burgers. If I were you, I'd choose something else; after all, you can get a hamburger anywhere. The morning special for today is spam, spam, spam, spam, eggs, bacon, and spam; you can have that as a sandwich if you like."

The Tigrean sleeping behind the bar yawned, sighed, and stood up, padding off to do something else, somewhere else. Currently, there were far too many people for his liking.

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[You mean Chupa Chups? Them I know. You put chupo, which is why I asked.

(Nighthowl, I'm going to take up editing your posts; look for a corrected version in each of mine.

"I don't mind waiting, though I don't know about NightHowl here-but I can pay for last night to if you want me to." An idle thought-wow, that's a lot of spam in the morning special. "And yes I came in during the night,but didn't want to bother you by waking you up."

You might want to fix your ForumText.) ]

With a groan, the innkeeper looked to the sudden crowd of people and threw up his hands. "More customers, I said. I'd like to see more people, I said. Why doesn't anyone ever come, I said?" Muttering under his breath, he levelled a finger at the one in the cloak. "Hey! Tall, dark, and generic! You going to give us a long exposition on your dark and horrific past, or just sit there? I'm running out of room here; order something or scram!"

The innkeeper's demeanor changed entirely as he turned back to the boy who had inquired politely about the nature of the inn. "Hundred sP a night, my lad. We're halfway through breakfast, but I need a little help. Tell you what-I'll hire you on, and if I like what I see, you can have a job here."

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[OoC: Is it too late for me to join? This looks pretty cool. Ah, and, um, I don't suppose there would happen to be certain limits as to the avatars, themselves? I'll post my Skeleton now, and you may choose to allow me in or not. If this is too long or has any problems, just let me know.]

Name: Aljurosk Saikjellos ['Ahl-yoo-rohsk Sye-'kyeh-lohs] {He'll allow people to simply call him ''Al'sk,'' seeing as his name generally causes much grief to folks who aren't from his homeland.}

Age: 26

Personality: He just looks like a ball of fun, doesn't he. Never one for social activity, he's initially quite reserved around most people, even people he's been previously acquainted with. In his withdrawn state, some of his tendencies may tend to come off as rude or confrontational. However, once he warms up, Aljurosk can actually be a fairly cool and level person, albeit obnoxious. He's got quite a dry sense of humor, which is partially why he is occasionally seen as rude to unfamiliar people. He doesn't believe in a social hierarchy, and sees everyone as equal. If someone does something that he sees as pretentious or out-of-place, he'll usually jump right on that person, whether he's in an evasive state of mind or not. Totally not hypocritical at all.

Appearance: Have a look.

Pets: Kureikthuros, a Common Harvester. He kind of just hangs around in Al'sk's shadow. He's not much of a fan of light. He doesn't mind romping about aimlessly in darkened areas, though. Just as well, he's fairly closed-off to other people and pets.

Igyensos, a Twilight Montre. Friendly little thing. It doesn't make much noise and it's not overly jumpy, but it's fairly affectionate and it'll waltz on over and rub up against your leg in a matter of seconds.

Interests: The Middle Ages, snakes, and most plants in general.

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Edit: Sorry about my previous mess. Am I more presentable, now, or should I try to look a bit less perpetually angry?

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[Rahky, I'd prefer that you not walk in looking like a lich. You're likely to get Lazy Gunned, and with that particular weapon's sense of humor you'd probably end up teleported into the sea of holy water surrounding the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia. The Zombie Cure is 14k; you should be able to afford that easily.]

To Sala, the innkeeper nodded. "You just go to the various people and get their orders while I fire up the grill and get ready for breakfast. Tabby-" He jerked a thumb at the girl in very pink "-has been fed; as have her Kerubis. Get the money and put it next to me with labels on who it's from; there's a pen and Post-Its under the bar."

Turning on his heel, the innkeeper began to pull things from the various cupboards and shelves on the back counter, the propane griddle flaring into life. Three cans of Low-Sodium Spam, a flat of eggs, and a bowl of precooked potatoes were dropped into place beside the large griddle. "I'll cook for now; I'll teach you how another time."

Tabby looked over at the innkeeper, who seemed to be unloading cans of spam from his cupboard. Oh thank God she'd eaten toast beforehand, she couldn't abide spam, and she'd probably end up puking all over the floor. She had eaten spam exactly once in her lifetime: It had been a mistake.

"Excuse me, sir" she said, addressing the barkeeper. "But could you tell me my room number? I already paid for the room, but I don't know where to go. Or do I just choose one?" She was anxious to go to the safety of her room before someone noticed she had pets with her. She had heard they had kennels here, but her Kerubis would freak out if they were put in cages. Claustrophobia. Anyway, she wanted to get up to her room before someone could see them and tell her to put them in the kennels.

The Innkeeper yelled over his shoulder to Tabby-"Go on and find a room you like; come back and tell me when you've decided. I'm waiting for the grill to heat; I'll be a while." Overhearing Bearach's comment, the barkeep padded over. "Fruit good? I could do a fruit plate for thirty sP."

Tabby left Tringle and Auroria to play with the boy -Johnny- while she went upstairs to see which room she would like. She decided quickly on room 222, her favorite number. Opening the door, she looked inside and liked what she saw. There was a small bedroom, a bathroom, and an area that looked a bit like a living room with couches and chairs. The couch looked like it could be a pull out bed, so her pets could sleep there. She smiled to herself as she walked downstairs again.

"I'll have room number 222" she told him as she went to check on her pets. Tringle seemed to have just tackled the young boy and Auroria was tickling him. She giggled to herself at the odd spectacle.

The Innkeeper nodded to Tabby. "Room 22 on the second floor, then. Good enough; here's the keys." An idle hand drew the keyring from the board and tossed it to her. There was indeed a couch and chairs in each room, but a living room it wasn't-each room was ten feet wide and fifteen feet long, and the chairs and couch more or less formed a semicircle. Each room had a bathroom, with a shower and tub, but also its own water heater.

[OoC: I hope I'm a bit more presentable, now. Sorry about the prior Zombie/Weapon issues. If my character just won't work, don't hesitate to let me know. And, um, if this is too long, I can shorten it, if necessary.]

''I do so love this weather,'' Aljurosk thought, a rather displeased, toothy smirk on his face, as he marched ever-nearer to a quaint-looking building upon a scenic hill, a route Al'sk had never traveled. The weather had been shifting back and forth from sunny to storming throughout the day, and, as he'd been on a trek for the past several days with his trusted Harvester and Montre, Al'sk was sick of it. However, at long last, that glimmer of hope, that one building on the hill was within arms' reach. Even though Al'sk traveled on his own quite a lot, he had never encountered this particular building before. ''Ahh... Shelter. ...And, by the looks of things, it's inhabited. Must be... Looks darn spiffy for bein' out here.''

Standing beneath the awning overhanging the threshold, Al'sk stood a bit to the side of the door and began shaking his head violently. Although the sun was currently shining once more, the cool breeze once again flowing through the high mountain air, Al'sk's head was soaked from the prior rain. The fact that he had fairly long hair wasn't exactly helping much. After finally grasping wringing out the last bit of water from his hair that he could, Al'sk cracked his neck and slowly pushed the door open, to which he was greeted a pleasant warm blast of air. ''Whoa... Snazzy.'' Al'sk was momentarily awed by the pleasant atmosphere emanating from within the building, which, by this point, was clearly an inn. ''Ah... Good... Maybe I can stay here for a few days...'' Motioning for his two pets, Kureik and Igyen, as he called them, to wait outside, Al'sk slowly entered the building.

Several people were immediately visible upon entering the Inn. ''Ahh... Not... Good for me,'' Al'sk thought. Scratching the back of his head, Al'sk tried as best he could to go unnoticed by the other Inn-goers as he approached the barkeeper's counter. ''Payment... What's the usual rate... ...No, this will probably be different...'' A series of thoughts floated around through Al'sk's mind. However, most of his thought processes simply halted the moment he set his hand down on the bartender's counter. The bartender had apparently just given another Inn-goer, a young woman, clad in pink. ''...Some interesting characters, here...'' Anxiously, Al'sk knocked on the counter, in an attempt to gain the Bartender and presumedly the owner's attention. ''Ah, excuse me...'' he said, with some amount of reserve. ''Sorry to just barge in, but, uh ... Is there space available? And, if so, how much will a room cost for one resident, a Harvester, and a Montre?'' Assuming the bartender heard him while shifting things around in the cupboard, Al'sk turned around towards the entrance, motioning for his two companions to meander in, and continued. ''I'm thinkin' about staying a few nights.''

(( OOC: I'm sorry, but I've been wondering this for a while. What is a lazy gun? ))

Tabby decided not to go up to her room immediately, in favor of watching Johnny playing with her two kerubis. Poor kid, his uncle must be pretty busy with a two year old to look after, and he probably didn't have too many people his age to play with. A little fun wouldn't do him any harm.

Meanwhile she noticed another person walk in. He was dressed in black, with a black shirt, black overcoat, black ripped up jeans and yes, longish black hair. He seemed a bit antisocial, but he gave her a strange look. She had an urge to walk up to him and demand what his problem was, but she figured she didn't need to make enemies here.

[Wait a while, Krade. Currently, I'm a bit spammed.]

An idle hand caught water from the small sink, dashing it across the grill with a spash as it flared into steam. "So that's one special, one fruit plate, three orange juices and a what now?" Apparently, the innkeeper had sharp ears. A can was pulled open, the spam within slid onto the counter, a series of quick chops from a knife something akin to the little brother of a cleaver cutting it into slices before he slid them onto the griddle. "Spam omelette? You want anything else with that? Cheese, mushrooms, olives, red or green bell pepper...?" Each item in the list-canned and fresh mushrooms, a tupperware of grated cheese, a small can of olives, and two bell peppers were set on the large cutting board, a small dish and two eggs joining them. "As for the fruit plate, well-Squirt!" This directed to the waiter. "Grab the canned pineapple, the Fuji apples, three kiwis, the strawberries, and the parsley for good measure; if there's papaya or mango in there, grab one of each! C'mon, you and the single man don't have time to flirt, hun!" Apparently the innkeeper had little patience for overly romantic overtures...especially when someone had kids, for Emprahsakes.

To the man with a taste in Night Sky, Raven's Back, and I'm A Pretentious Twit, the 'tender leaned over the bar, knife quickly cleaned with a sponge and stuck casually behind an ear. "Hundred sP a night. Meals extra."

Al'sk scratched the back of his head as he waited for the Innkeeper's response, catching a bit of what sounded to be a family-matters conversation going on nearby, as his Montre and Harvester sidled up beside him. ''One hundred a night? All right, I think I can handle that...'' Reaching down and petting Igyen with his left hand as he dug through his pockets with his right, Al'sk removed several large coins, adding up to 150 sP. ''Here's... Ah... 350. Will this spot me for a room and some meals for a few days?''

Setting the coins down onto the counter, Al'sk slowly sat down on an adjacent stool. For some reason or another, he felt a bit unwelcome. He could figure out a reason or two why, though. Something about a man clad in all black clothing, a naturally-unpleasant air and a studded leather coat might seem a bit intimidating, or at least irksome, to some. ''Let's try to not get caught up in any problems, here, Aljurosk... I may have already made the wrong first impression.'' Judging by the Innkeeper's response to the conversation between the blue-haired boy and the man who was apparently traveling with his son and nephew, Al'sk was a bit nervous about rubbing the Innkeeper the wrong way, level as the man seemed. Glancing back down at the pile of coins, Al'sk continued. ''So... Ah... I'm hoping this'll cover me for a bit. So, ah, while I'm down here, would I be able to... Grab a drink? A glass of water, please... ...If you're not too busy.''

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