The Dead Parrot Inn

[NaughtyOtsel]

--Description post--

The Dead Parrot Inn was a strange sort of building. Amongst the Gothic buildings of Steelcity, it stuck out like a sore thumb. While its neighbors were dark, forboding, metal and stone, the Inn was a brightly colored 50s style diner tucked in between a goblin run bank and a funeral home (owned by a family of mobster Necromancers no doubt). The building had a pleasant rounded shape to it, like a submarine sandwich dipped in little kids finger paints. Splashes of bright red, marine blue, and hazard yellow colored the walls of the building, complementing the black and white interior, brightly lit by Will-o-wisps and sprites in clear glass holders. On the roof was a neon sign of a parrot lying on its back with its eyes exed out and its tongue hanging out. There was a cheerful glowing white cross at its head. Under it, in blinking blue letters was the inn's name: The Dead Parrot inn. The owner had a strange sense of humor...seems that his mascot died the first day and the name the waitresses gave it stuck. In the corner of the building by the neon lighted bar was a parrot shaped juke box which played all sorts of bizzare music tuned in from all over the Material plane as well as one station broadcast from a space station in orbit. Brightly colored tables and chairs, as well as a few booths, keep the inside of the Inn easy to just hang out in. There were also rooms to be rented for a few steel peices if one wanted to be "alone".

The Inn is always open, day or night. Here you can hang around, get information on your newest quest, trade illegal magic or tech wonders, or just stop by for one of Mellisa's "Stinger" cocktales and BeeHive subs!

[Kassil]

The door to the Dead Parrot swung open, admitting a eight-foot tall man wrapped in a garishly colored outfit; about halfway into the room, he visibly shrank, ending up a few shades of an inch taller than an 'average' person would be - not counting dwarves and gnomes, of course. He glances around, taking in the place, and specifically looking to see if there's anyone he wants to talk to before ducking through the door into the back to get to work in the dimly-lit kitchen of the Inn.
"Hey-lo! Any-bo-dy workin' in here t'night, or do I get t'play Waiter and Cook both?"

[NaughtyOtsel]

There was silence for a minute until a grizzeled old...rat popped his head up from behind a stack of spaghetti boxes. It was Jerry, the old wererat who ran the place.

"Oh hey there...."he took a deep breath, mustach/whiskers twitching, before bellowing much more loudly than one would think a four foot tall old man could. "MELISSA! Get your lazy beebutt down here!"

There was much crashing from upstairs, the breaking of at least two glass items, and then loud buzzing like a thousand bees. The doors to the kitchen swung open and a very strange female, tall with bug wings...and wearing the most hideous diner uniform ever, skated in, popping gum loudly.

"Yeah yeah Jer's...come on out to the main room, have a seat, grab a menu eh?" She then turned, wings buzzing making pots and pans rattle, and skated back out of the room.

[Kassil]

Mearn grinned - although it was hard to tell, with the dark grey teeth against the black skin - and shook his head. "Jerry, Melissa, good to see you two. Hey, Jerry, did the dayshift cook clean up his mess or do I gotta do it?" He stepped to one side deftly, the colors of his outfit competing with the diner's outside and Melissa's own uniform, to avoid being run over by the skating beegirl.

"Oh yah. Melissa, that guy over at the Seadog who keeps comin by to jaw at you? He said he'd be by a couple ticks past midnight. You want me to cook up some chili with them dead peppers, nice an hot to make him run out breathin fire?"

[NaughtyOtsel]

Melissa didn't realize this was their new night cook! Jerry was always hirin' the strangest folks. The blew another bubble and started to polish down the bar as their one serious local litterally appeared infront of her.

"Hey doll, you're lookin' mighty fine tonight. You got any fine news for this cool cat, or am I gonna have to find my entertainment elsewears eh? I"m cruisin' for a bruisin tonight!" It was Malachi, Steel Cities local lounge singer ghost. He floated over a bar stool, swinging his microphone around one finger. "Who's that fream over there? The spiky guy?

Melissa popped the bubble right in the ghost's glowing sepiatoned face. "He's the nice night cook Malachi. Be nice!"

"Get bent!" The ghost slammed his hands down on the bar...didn't make a noise or even leave a mark but it made him feel better, even when his arms slid through the top up to the elbow...being insubstantial was such a bitch sometimes. "Really?"

[Rotzi]

An orange flying cat darted into the bar. Following him was a human girl, yelling obsenities at him in Japanese. The cat pwipped his ears down and attempted to look cute and innocent.

"Oh, don't you dare try t' pull that look on me, Squee. It may work on your other victims, but it ain't gonna work on me." Jessi put her hands on her hips, scowling at the cat. "Keep runnin' and I'll take you to the vet."

"Ah.. but Jessi-chaaaaaan!" He whined. "I'm just hungry. Why can't we eat here?"

"...I told you, we're living on a budget. We can't afford..." She sniffed the air. "...nevermind. We splurg tonight."

Squee jumped up on her shoulder, grinning ear to ear. It was actually kind of scary to see it, since he had just as many teeth as a shark. "Knew you'd see it my way."

Jessi just sighed and sat at the bar. "If you keep this up on my bad nights.. I swear, Squee..."

[NaughtyOtsel]

A babe and a cat? Malachi was on the move again. Putting on his best lounge voice, the ghost leaned over to Rotzi...and THROUGH Squee.

"Hey there Cherry, what's a fine doll like you doin' in a pit like this?"

Melissa gave the lounge ghost a dirty look and buzzed her wings in annoyance. "If you don't like the Dead Parrot than git out and leave your ectoplasmic slime on someone elses' bar stools! I swear one of these days Malachi....." The bee psion tossed her rag into a bucket halfway across the room and it landed there perfectly, the mop in the bucked jumped out and started to clean the floor while she motioned with one hand, her pink heart shaped psicrystal glowing from her hair; she wore it as a bangle with a big bow...how cute.

[Rotzi]

Jessi quirked an eyebrow at the ghost. She was about to say something when Squee screamed bloody murder and attached himself to the front of her shirt. Instead of the sarcastic smart ass remark she was thinking of, the girl also began to scream, but for different reasons than Squee.

When she had grown used to the claws in her breasts, she ripped the orange fur ball off and tossed him back, smiling at the thud she heard.
"Sorry about that." Rotzi sat down again. "He may be a demon, but he's afraid of ghosts and some appartitions."

"Am.. n-not!" Squee yelped in a vain attempt to defend himself.

"See?" Jessi said, after flashing Malachi with her camera. "And sorry about that, too. I need to test some of this new film I have..."#nosmileys

[NaughtyOtsel]

"Eh, I get that alot." The ghost straightened his suit collar. "Hey Mellisa, whip up this lady one of my favorite Blues cocktails wouldja?"

The Beefolk waitress muttered something darkly and turned around to work, her wings still buzzing making a sort of instant fan.

[Rotzi]

Rotzi chuckled and a picture popped out of her camera. "Woo. Never thought I'd get this polaroid t' work again." She showed Malachi his picture. "Espeically for a ghost, ne?" She winked.

Squee growled something about her being a manipulative bitch, but was cut short by her "accidentally" dropping her purse on him.

[Kassil]

Maern slipped through the room, suddenly looming behind Rotzi - given that he's a creature of shadowstuff, the 'apparition' definition covers him rather nicely - especally given his grey-and-black skin and hair, and the painfully vivid, contrasting colors of the cloth wrapped about him as clothing. "Hey there. Whatcha got that thing doin? Looks kinda neat. Couldja make a shot a'me?"

Few things in life are stranger than a wanderer from the Shadowlands popping up behind one; one of them is having it ask to have a photo taken. Another is having it suddenly snap its fingers, and go: "Oh yah. Hi, I'm th' cook. Let Melissa there know whatcha want an I'll cook it up for ya."

[NaughtyOtsel]

Melissa giggled at the shadowlander "Ain't he adorable?"
She slammed a hiball glass full of some swirling blue and gold liquid.
"Blueberry juice, Abolute Berry and Gold Schlagger you punk"

[Rotzi]

Jessi jumped at seeing the shadow behind her. "Meeeeeeeeeeep!" She clutched her chest, taking a few deep breaths. After a moment she was fine, looking all cheerful again, especially after downing half of the drink.

"Sure. I'll take your picture." Rotzi steadied herself and snapped the shutter. "Say llamas!" When the picture came out, she handed it to him with a giggle.

"Now..." her attention turned to Melissa. "I'll take a steak, if ya have one. Still bleeding. Just seared on both sides, if ya don't mine." Pausing she poised her camera again and snaped a shot of the bee-woman.

[DivenWest]

The reving of an extreamly loud engine suddenly overcame whatever music was coming from the jutebox. An bright red corvet pulled up outside the diner. The head lights turned off and a man heavly muscled man walked into the diner. He sat down on one of the stools, "Any thing that kills brain cells," he said.

[Rotzi]

Even after the car had stopped and the driver had entered the Inn, Squee's eyes were wide, and his orange fur on end.

"Oi! Squee, what's wrong?" Jessi poked. She had lived right next to a fire station back home, so nothing bothered her now.

The demon cat just looked over at her with a despondant expression. "..."