Scenes from an Italian Resturant (MAINCHAT)

Skyler hits Doppler again
<Skyler>: stop feeling things
Doppler hits Skyler
Skyler hits Doppler again
Doppler hits Skyler again
Skyler throws Doppler out the window
Doppler grabs onto the ledge of the window in time, jumps in and tackles Skyler to the ground
Skyler wrestles Doppler onto the ground and pins his hands behind his back
<JohnQuint>: G-g-guys, someones gonna get hurt
Doppler kicks Skyler in the stomach and tries to scram loose
Skyler lets go due to pain
Doppler backs away, looking sad and angry
<JohnQuint>: S-stop....
<Skyler>: Stop feeling the feelings you feel you fagola
<Doppler>: What else am I to do
<JohnQuint>: Dance?
<Doppler>: No.
<JohnQuint>: A-alright....
JohnQuint shoves his ballet slippers further under the bed
<Skyler>: C'mon you massive pansy, we're gonna hang out
<JohnQuint>: Wait, muh-me, or sou-sound kid?
<Doppler>: Urgh, fine, prick
<Skyler>: Both of you, I guess.
<JohnQuint>: I m-m-meant wh-whose the pansy?
Skyler lifts Doppler and JohnQuint up and bursts out their dorm wall, flying out to the amusement park
JohnQuint holds onto his head for dear life
<Doppler>: Well on a scale of the three of us, John is definitely the pansiest, I'm somewhere in between, and Sky is an automaton
Doppler is pretty accustomed to this by now
<JohnQuint>: I-I-I'm not a puh-pah-pansy!
<Skyler>: To be fair, I'm only an automaton compared to you two.
<Doppler>: True
JohnQuint is shaking, as he is carried by the winged boy, no doubt garnering much attention
<Skyler>: Under a lot of circumstances I range from slightly masculine to soft and ineffective. On a relative scale.
<Doppler>: I might actually come off as more of the automaton most of the time, as I usually stick to being pretty silent and cool headed when I'm not freshly vulnerable from a story arc
Skyler takes them on rollercoasters and they play games at booths and stuff
JohnQuint can't even experiences roller coasters properly, as he can't take on his head
<Skyler>: That is very true. I would come off as more of a manly hard-ass but this school is a breeding ground for flawless alpha-humans.
<Skyler>: So I just take what I can get.
Doppler has fun anyway
Skyler remains completely stoic the entire ride as he regularly does mroe extreme aerial acrobatics.
JohnQuint afterwards staggers over to the carousel, and has the time of his life
Skyler spends most of his time and money at booths eating carnival food and playing games of skill
Doppler spends his time on the rides and flirting with girls in line with him
JohnQuint played decently at the dart games, practice from all the paper note tossing
<Skyler>: Did you guys have fun?
<JohnQuint>: Y-y-yeah....
<JohnQuint>: Th-the fo-food was nice, and, guh-games were fun
<Doppler>: Sure, I guess
<Skyler>: Good, because I'm leaving now and if you intend to get a ride back then you are, too.
<JohnQuint>: I c-c-c-can offer a rah-rah-ride too, if nuh-need be?
<Doppler>: I'll go with whoever, really
JohnQuint sticks his hand in his neck, and whistles for Nazgul
<JohnQuint>: I cuh-cuh-cleaned him yesterday, he sh-sh-shouldn't leak to-too much
Skyler silently rises up and flies off in the middle of John's ranmblings
JohnQuint looks over at Doppler
<JohnQuint>: Y-y-y-you ruh-ready?
<Doppler>: I guess I am riding with you then
JohnQuint hops on, leashes Nazgul with the spine, and settles him down, extending down a hand for Doppler to get on
Doppler hops on quickly, looking tired as he does so
JohnQuint spurs Nazgul back home, holding his head backwards to look at Doppler
<JohnQuint>: You okay man? Ya seem tired?
<Doppler>: I'm fine, really.
<JohnQuint>: You sure?
JohnQuint gives Doppler a quick one over
Doppler is as chill as he always is, still tired and worn out looking as he always is recently
<JohnQuint>: Ya...wanna get something to eat, man?
<JohnQuint>: The guys at Burger Bonanza know me well enough, that they don't get freaked out when I go through the drive through with Nazzy
<Doppler>: I already ate at the expensive carnival
<JohnQuint>: Oh, yeah!
<JohnQuint>: Just wanna go meet Wing boy, and play some vidyas then?
<Doppler>: Sounds good, I guess
JohnQuint spurs Nazgul on, delivers Doppler to the room, and send his horse back into the woods
JohnQuint heads back in to play vidyas with buds


Parasight goes to check up on his roomie, Wrong_Way
<Parasight>: Mark, how are ya doing?
Parasight knocks on the dorm door
Wrong_Way is playing spaceship adventures with Theo Junior
<Wrong_Way>: FINE, JUST FINE
Wrong_Way is kicking stuff under his bed and he puts Theo Junior back in his tank
Parasight can see whatever the hell Spaceship adventures is fromt he other side of the door, with his special eyes
<Parasight>: Am I safe to come in?
Wrong_Way 's Spaceship adventures consists of a box with the words Spaceship and various action figures
Wrong_Way finishes cleaning up and opens the door into the dorm.
<Wrong_Way>: Yeah, it's fine.
Wrong_Way wipes some dust off of his pant legs
<Parasight>: You seem to be sort of...exhausted
<Parasight>: You....need private time?
<Wrong_Way>: What?
Parasight does finger quotes
<Wrong_Way>: Oh nonono, I-it's fine...
<Doppler>: Night folks
<Doppler>: Dopp needs to stop for the night
<Parasight>: night Doppler
<Wrong_Way>: night dude
<Parasight>: You...wanna grab something to eat then?
<Wrong_Way>: Oh sure, where?
<Parasight>: Maybe we can go get Italian food?
<Wrong_Way>: Italian?
<Parasight>: Like, pasta. and cannolis?
<Wrong_Way>: Why?
<Wrong_Way>: Got a craving?
<Parasight>: Yeah, canneloni with meat is great
<Wrong_Way>: Uh, that sounds alright. Know a place?
<Parasight>: Papa Pastrami?
<Parasight>: I can buy
<Wrong_Way>: Alright, if it's okay with you.
<Wrong_Way>: Need a ride there?
<Parasight>: Sure, ya got on?
<Parasight>: *one?
Wrong_Way thanks the lords of Driver's Ed for granting him someone to practice driving with.
<Wrong_Way>: ...Follow me.
Parasight shrugs, and follows after
<Parasight>: You got a sweet ride to pick up chicks, right?
Wrong_Way leads Parasight out to the school's parking lot to a wrecked up beige car with painted flames on the side.
<Wrong_Way>: I guess you can say that
<Parasight>: Aw, looks sweet!
Wrong_Way poses smiling, glad to show off his car.
<Parasight>: When'd ya get this hot babe, eh?
<Wrong_Way>: Uh....
Wrong_Way wonders if he technechly stole it if he reality warped it
<Wrong_Way>: ...Birthday gift.
<Parasight>: Sweet!
<Parasight>: Ready to hit town then?
<Wrong_Way>: Heck yeah.
<Parasight>: Drive us off then, captain?
Wrong_Way starts up the car and carefully backs out of the space.
<Parasight>: You are experienced, yes?
<Wrong_Way>: Uh well...
Wrong_Way gets out of the parking lot and starts driving
<Wrong_Way>: ...Where is this restaurant anyways?
<Parasight>: 15 blocks west
<Wrong_Way>: Right.
Wrong_Way starts driving that way
<Parasight>: So, where'd ya learn to ride?
<Wrong_Way>: Ride?
<Parasight>: drive, sorry
<Wrong_Way>: Uhhhh....
<Wrong_Way>: Trial and Error.
<Parasight>: You are saying uhhh a lot...
<Wrong_Way>: I'm just getting caught off guard by these questions
<Parasight>: Not something to get caught offguard by
<Parasight>: it is driving
<Parasight>: We almost there?
<Wrong_Way>: Do you remember what the front of it looks like?
<Parasight>: Like a big boot
<Wrong_Way>: What?
<Parasight>: Like Italy
<Parasight>: A big boot, on the sign
<Wrong_Way>: Oh, uh okay.
<Wrong_Way>: Wait, I think we're here.
<Parasight>: Sweet, you park, I'll grab booth
<Wrong_Way>: Alright.
<Parasight>: incoming flip
<Wrong_Way>: wut okay
Wrong_Way unlocks the car door for Parasight for him to get out
Parasight gets out, stretches, and heads inside
Wrong_Way finds a parking space a block down and pays a meter for an hour
Wrong_Way heads over to the restraurant, looking for Parasight
Parasight orders a some cannelloni, and waves Wrong_Way down
Wrong_Way gives a small wave back and heads over to sit with Parasight
<Parasight>: so, you ready to chow down, buddy?
<Wrong_Way>: I guess? Wouldn't it be easier to get a pizza?
<Parasight>: Well, yeah, but, it is nice place to take Frankie too, right?
<Wrong_Way>: F-frankie? Oh jeez man, not here.
<Parasight>: Why not?
<Parasight>: It is fancy, but, not too overbering with the atmosphere
<Wrong_Way>: I mean, what if she doesn't like Italian?
<Parasight>: I could....always check
<Wrong_Way>: What? Oh nonono, she'd totally freak out.
<Parasight>: Well, just an option
<Parasight>: why not just say you don't know what she likes?
<Wrong_Way>: Then why don't I say she doesn't like me?
<Wrong_Way>: I mean...I gotta know the right way.
<Wrong_Way>: I don't want to...cheat.
<Parasight>: Hmmmm
<Parasight>: honourable, eh?
<Parasight>: Good on ya!
Wrong_Way sighs
<Wrong_Way>: Yeah, I guess.
<Wrong_Way>: ...Where the heck are those canollis
Parasight waves down the waiter, as he pops down the canellonis
<Parasight>: Dig in!
Skyler is secretly the waiter
Skyler does his job exactly as expected and lets the two of them have fun
<Parasight>: Did that waiter have wings?
<Wrong_Way>: They'll hire anyone these days.
<Parasight>: True, maybe I could work here, earn some sweet dosh
<Wrong_Way>: Maybe I guess.
Wrong_Way shrigs
Wrong_Way finishes eating his own share of canellonis
Skyler totally spat in their food.
<Parasight>: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
<Parasight>: sleeep time
<Parasight>: night guys
<Wrong_Way>: night dude