Dining Facility
Though the tan and white linoleum tiles of the dining hall are rather bland, the brightly-colored walls more than make up for that. The wall nearest the entrance holds vending machines for those on a budget, though the aromas of freshly-prepared food are tempting enough to make one forget finances. Cuisine from many of the Alliance's worlds is available, though some races are likely to find the food choices of their neighbors less than appealing. Plasglass windows in the next wall allow a view of the town beyond the complex, and a hint of the scenery beyond. Though the other two walls hold neither food nor windows, they have been painted with vivid colors, abstract murals that are occasionally interpreted by bored diners. Tables of varying shapes and sizes are found scattered throughout the room, with chairs that provide just enough comfort to allow ease of dining, but not so much that idlers are tempted to linger.
With the range of internal clocks of the complex's inhabitants, people of one form or another are generally found in the dining hall at all hours, though a seat at one of the many tables is usually available.
Contents:
Ryoshia(#814PJOace)
Ebiannah
Kadre
Vendotron 3000
Obvious exits:
Atrium
Jay looked rather shocked at Ryoshia for a few moments there. "Cori's sleeping habits? Um... no, I don't wish to be /that/ familiar with them." He mutters something about death by Riley.
Ryoshia smiles almost wickedly. "Oh, gotten to know my idol all ready?"
Morrigan glances at Ryo, 'Your idol?'
Ryoshia nods. "When I was little, Riley was always my knight in shining armor, come to take me back home after I snuck out repeatedly to hangout in the bonded area."
Jay's mouth quirks. "Ah, that's not quite how I'd pictured him, myself, but yeah, I know him."
Morrigan ohs, 'I don't think I have met him'
Riley arrives from the Central Atrium.
Riley has arrived.
Speak of the devil... Jay stifles a grin, pointing behind Morrigan as he deadpans, "He's the guy with the curls over there."
Morrigan freezes...then very slowly turns around to peer at said guy with the curls.
Riley pads in, for once without a stack of paperwork under one arm. It's a crowded room, even at this hour, and he heads to the vending machines without noting any of the room's occupants. He acquires a red canned soda and a candy bar. He murmurs a polite thank you to the machine, tilting his head and shoulders in a bow to it before beginning to wend his way through the people back toward the round table in the back.
Morrigan takes full advantage of the fact he hasn't seen her to watch Riley carefully.
Ryoshia beams at Jay. "You weren't a very sheltered and impressionable young girl of 12 or so." (re)
Jay waits, casually eating his turkey, until Riley's within fairly close earshot, though he continues to speak. "Besides, where'd you ever see a suit of armor that big? Heya, Greg. And besides, I don't think they let white steeds in here." He snickers at Ryo's remark. "Nope, never have been, thank Pesh't." Yes, I know I'm spelling that wrong. ;P
Ryoshia raises her brows and nods. "Definantly." She glances around, then asks in a more hushed tone, but with her perfect diction, it's still rather audible. "Who the hell are you talking to? Greg?"
That Greg pulls Riley up short. Only two people call him Greg regularly, and funny, Jay doesn't sound like Honalee or Clara either. Turning towards the source of the voice he boggles, cheerfully so though however. "In the name of all that's holy, or in this case unholy, Jay! I -swear-, is everybody new through customs a relation?" He beams reaching over to ruffle the younger man's hair. "How's Aunt Kareen? And what brings you here oh hellion?"
Jay acks at the hair-ruffling, remembering too late. "Hellion? Moi? I'm as innocent as a newborn babe." But his grin belies that statement. "She's fine, everybody's just fine, last I checked. Which was about two weeks ago." He waves toward the Atrium in a grand gesture. "Ah, you know how I always loved being in the middle of things."
Ryoshia glances at Jay, Riley, Jay, Riley, slackjawed all through out, then shakes her head. "Should have figured," she mutters then decides to greet the great knight. "Hello Dev-er, Chief Addison."
Riley obviously takes gleeful delight in mussing the other man's over-long hair, but is not overly cruel. He slides to take a seat. "Good evening, Ryoshia." He shakes his head at Jay, "More trouble than you're worth, I swear." His tone however is fond. "It's good to see you. But if you re-wire my computer I will call your mother, I swear."
Jay hehs, digging into his turkey again. "That's right, pull out the big guns, why don't you. And I only re-wire for hire. Hmmm. That's got rather a ring to it, don't you think?" He gives Ryo a wink. "Told ya I knew him."
Ryoshia shakes her head. "You're just being vague at me because I was vague towards you. Now were even, so tell me what exactly do you actually "do" with computers?"
Riley peels the wrapper from his chocolate bar. "He makes them play annoying music at unheard of hours at the morning when one is -four- lightjumps away." Obviously Riley hasn't forgotten that.
Morrigan blinks out of her reverie as she hears a magic word..-music-, 'Pardon?' SHe murmers, just in case the remark was addressed to her.
Ryoshia raises an eyebrow. "Sounds entertaining. Did it consist of people banging against metal objects and screaming out "Gaia?""
Jay snickers, telling Ryo, "If a computer can be made to do something, I can make it do it. I fix 'em, build 'em, and drive people crazy with 'em." Ryo's comment earns a laugh. "Hey, maybe I can program that too..."
And once the seed has been buried... Mwuahahaha! No oops, Ryoshia's innocent, right? She looks it as she takes a sip of her Inifidel Soda.
Morrigan glances at Jay, rather skeptically, 'But can a computer truly create music?'
Riley just shudders, his curls shaking, although he seems to be in quite a good mood about it. "Remind me to disconnect my quarters from the lines. I'll never get any sleep elsewise."
Jay grins merrily, wagging a finger at his cousin. "Coulda been worse, y'know, could've been much worse." Eyebrows rise in disbelief at Morrigan. "Of course. Music's nothing but mathematical progressions. The simplest computer can manage that."
Ryoshia knudges Jay. "What about the emotion though?"
Riley considers this a moment, "True enough. It could have been a different shift and it could have woken all four of us in said cabin. Which would have likely gotten me lynched. I suppose the timing wasn't as awful as it could have been."
Jay shrugs, sipping from his red can. "Emotion's not necessary to music," he notes, a bit defensively, though that's swept away by the amusement in his eyes at Riley. "I'm more careful than that. Very precise. Besides, it could've been, say, tyranosaur roars, or a recording of Bleshim Street during rush hour."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
There's another of those shudders from Riley, "Ack, hellion is right, demonic beast." He shakes his head checking the time, "How long are you here for?"
Ryoshia ohs. "T-Rex. How frightening." She snickers to herself and offers Morrigan a wink. We won before we even started.
Morrigan just shakes her head, 'No...without the emotion, then feeling behind the notes...It is simply nothing but notes from an instrument'
Jay gives Morrigan a rueful grin. "I'll take your word for it, lovely lady. Eh? Oh, a year or two or ten. Depends on how things shape up around here."
Morrigan returns Ryo's wink with a grin...then offers Jay a smile, 'May I can show you the difference some time?'
Riley perks up at that, "Then I can be evil and abandon you in an attempt to catch up with sleep and do proper duty by you in the morning. Corian's here, and another brother of mine from that side, and I ended up with a ward somehow, and my a'trezla, Clara. It's quite the gang."
Morrigan tilts her head, 'Your what?...ahhh'trezla?'
Jay gives Morrigan a charming smile. "You can show me anything you want." He nods to Riley, eyebrows shooting up at the speed of light. "Your /what/? /You/? Oh, this Clara must be quite the lady. And brothers and ward and sisters, oh my. Yeah, I saw Cori earlier. Never seen her so startled."
Riley looks exceedingly sheepish at Jay's reaction, although he explains to Morrigan, "Partner I suppose has the flavor? It signifies something of an attachement." An understatement, but one he can perhaps be forgiven with a stranger. "Good evening folks." He can't -quite- resist it, going for another attempted hair ruffling as he passes Jay towards the exit.
Jay's eyes are on the ladies, so he doesn't see the hand coming toward his head, and yep, the hair gets ruffled. "Ack! Now who's the hellion?" But he grins after Riley, giving a wave.
Morrigan ahhs softly,'I think I understand.' She may, she may not..But how something is said is as important as what is said...and if she did not hold some special meaning to him, he would not have singled her out..no?
Ryoshia waves to Riley. "Evening."
Riley looks indeed delighted that his attempt has suceeded. "No, you're the hellion, I'm just a minor demon is all." And with that he leaves.
Riley heads towards the Central Atrium.
Riley has left.
Jay chuckles quietly, shaking his head as he pulls the ponytail out of its binding. "Who'd've ever thought?" he murmurs.
"Who's have thought what?" Mori asks.
Jay comes out of his reverie. "Hmmm? Oh..." He shakes his head, lean fingers quickly refastening his hair despite the movement. "Ah, well, for one thing, that /he/ still likes doing that to my hair."
Morrigan considers, 'Maybe its a show of affection?'
Jay nods agreeably, taking up his fork again. "Oh, it is, but he knows it drives me crazy too. Fair's fair though, I suppose."
Morrigan ohs before she asks, 'You drive him crazy?'
Jay shrugs, grinning. "Occasionally. I've been known to pull a few tricks with my computer at times. But that was way back when I was a kid."
Morrigan ohs.
Jay is much more mature now, yep. "Actually, what he was talking about with the music? The computer didn't create it- it just played a recording."
Morrigan nods her head in agreement, 'A computer can play...but it cannot truly create.'
Jay grins. "Ah, I'll reserve my own opinion as to that. Besides, AI's are capable of doing just about any mental exercise a person can."
Morrigan quirks an eyebrow,'Truly?'
Ryoshia stifles a yawn and takes a swig'o'infidel. Yuhp, yuhp, yuhp.
Jay mhmmms. "I'd be happy to show you sometime." He sits back in his chair, giving Ryo a grin. "Getting tired?"
Ryoshia shrugs. "Maybe a tad."
Morrigan looks rather skeptical at that before she nods,'Alright...I would like to see you try'
Jay grins. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, m'lady. What makes you think a computer can't create music anyhow?"
"Does a computer have a soul?" Cellist asks softly, "Can it intrepret the notes through a lifetime of experiences?"
Jay cocks his head. "No to the first, of course. Yes to the second." He turns that winning smile on Ryoshia again. "I'd be happy to walk you home."
Ryoshia returns with her own smile. "No, that won't be neccessary. I was yawning because of the extreme sense of Deja Vu I had. One of my Social Studies teacher would argue about this exact point you guys are. Extra cred to the ones who were able to keep the arguement fresh for most of the period."
Jay chuckles, balancing his soda can on his chest. "Sounds like a smart teacher. Did he or she make y'all switch sides too?"
Morrigan ohs as she turns to Ryo, "sorry" Jay is given a rather quizzical look, 'Switch sides?
Ryoshia grins. "He was the one giving out points. If we wanted them, we had to do it ourselves. This wasn't part of the curriculum."
Jay nods to Morrigan. "Like, in the middle of the debate, have the teams switch to the opposite opinion and start anew." He grins at Ryo. "Still, it sounds like fun."
Morrigan ohs, then sips her soda thoughtfully.
Ryoshia waggles a finger. "Not only that, I aced the class, so that outta tell you something." She winks and drains the last of the sode, tossing it into a not so nearby recepticle.
Jay looks Ryoshia up and down, and grins. "Yeah, it tells me you'd be an intellectually stimulating companion."
Ryoshia raises her brows. "Oh, you men, always judging us women by our brains." Yes, there is sarcasm in that grinning face.
Jay chuckles. "Hey, looks aren't everything, though you've got that in plenty as well."
Ryoshia nods her head as she leans back in the chair. "It's the bloodline, what can I say," she says modestly.
Morrigan begins to work on her hand exercises.
Jay smiles. "Well, I'll take your word for it that your dad's as good looking as you, but you're far more interesting to me."
Ryoshia laughs softly. "Handsome men and beautiful women, that's us."
Jay leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Ah, I should fit right in then."
Ryoshia smiles. "Yes, pretty ambitious, aren't we?" She returns all four feet of the chair to the floor. She carefully takes her reading glasses off, slipping them away in the pocket of her vest and then pulls our her small shades, slipping them on. Mischevious, she stands up and heads back over to the Vendo.
Morrigan looks up from her exercises to dart a glance between the two, a pale rose coming to her cheeks as she quickly finishes her soda, 'I had better head back to my room, I have an early morning lesson.'
Jay puts on a look of mock shock, holding his hand over his heart as if stricken. "Me? Ambitious." A dramatic pause, then he grins. "Of course. Nothing wrong with ambition, is there?." He stands, bowing to Morrigan. "I can only hope that you'll grace me with your presence again soon."
A melodious voice says, "Welcome Ryoshia Kinmejin."
The Vendotron pronounces, "Good choice, Ryoshia Kinmejin!"
Vendotron 3000 dropped Ryoshia's Red and White Can.
Ryoshia dropped Ryoshia's Red and White Can.
Morrigan smiles as she offers both a bow and slips out.
Morrigan heads towards the Central Atrium.
After all that she returns and offers Morrigan a wave before retaking her seat.
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