Be Our Guest: Enchanted Kitchen FTW

[swiftxfist]

[ooc: Time for some silly fun. All the utensils/appliances in this kitchen dance and sing, but they're incapable of making food by themselves. All welcome; enjoy!]

Twenty-eight doors later, Xing Byron found what he'd been looking for.

"So this is the kitchen," he murmured to himself, stepping past the threshold into the unoccupied room. This kitchen

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[goodbye_despair]

WHY ARE THE UTENSILS SINGING!??!

[ldesert_dragon]

O... kay, that was different. Derbi surpressed a giggle as she eventually caught up with Xing in their kitchen hunt. She could hear the fridge singing from a mile off. First, unusual creatures, now, singing appliances. This definitely wasn't Neopia any more...

[swiftxfist]

Xing gave a little sigh of relief when the -- Scorchio? Yeah, Scorchio -- arrived. Regaining his composure, he cast her a look. "It's all right when girls touch other girls', um, handles, right?" He raised his voice to compete with the hollering refridgerator's. "Think you could get me a drink?"

((You made me giggle so much, ILU XD))

[ldesert_dragon]

The sound of the singing refrigerator had been good competition against Xing's voice, but she was lucky to hear him. Merely shrugging, she went to touch the handle of the fridge and attempted to open it, with no luck. The fridge had started to further sing its song more. Maybe the friendly, not-so-violent approach would work.

"Could I get a drink, please?" She asked, completely disbelieving she was talking to a refrigerator, of all things.

[ Glad to have madeyou lulz. xD ]

[swiftxfist]

Well, would you look at that. Even in this world, it seemed 'Please' and 'Thank You' went a long way. Xing decided against speaking while Azar bartered with the now-silent fridge.

"Why yeeees," sang the fridge in reply, "Be my guuuueeeest!" The fat lips parted to take a deep breath, and then:

"We have water
We have juice
In a variety of fruits
Many flavours that you'll savour
Rest assured, I sing the truth!

"Want some ice?
Just be nice
I only serve persons polite
Don't molest me
Or contest me
And we'll get along all right!

Xing couldn't help but feel antagonized by that last verse...

"Take my handle, dragon dear
Draw me open - have no fear!
You may drink from my contents
(None of which are pestilent)
I won't charge a single cent
Lest you end up in arrears."

...

Silence.

[eatin_ur_snakez]

Having lived on that horror of an island, Snake had grown accustomed to strange and unusual things. Things like alcoholic coconuts, falling moons, and cursed springs. Hell, he'd even met a few talking hedgehogs during his experiences there.

And yet this was something entirely new and unusual. He stood in the doorway, watching the now-lipped fridge belt out tunes nonstop.

"...huh."

[swiftxfist]

Having sensed the presence of a new arrival, Xing broke from his drink to look over his shoulder. He blinked, unsure as to what surprised him more - being in the company of a singing fridge, or someone who didn't seem to find the singing fridge unusual.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, arching a brow, "But I get the feeling you're from around here."

[eatin_ur_snakez]

Snake glanced at the man enjoying his beverage, crossing his arms over his chest. "...not exactly." he replied simply, "But someplace similar, I'd imagine." Thinking for a moment, he realized his initial suspicions about this place must be true. If this man didn't know that Snake wasn't from around here, then that probably meant that the man himself wasn't, either. This place also had some way of dragging people to it.

"I'm going to guess that you didn't exactly expect to be here."

[swiftxfist]

Xing was quiet for a moment, before turning quarter-way to face the newcomer. "You guessed right," replied, shifting his drink to the opposite hand, "Looks like you know something I don't." He paused to adjust his shades, not wanting to seem over-eager, before entertaining the stranger again. "Feeling generous enough to enlighten me? I could use a little orientation."