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Post by Siren on Feb 9, 2008 21:44:40 GMT -5
Siren smiled as her father gave Pyros the job she had promised him. Pyros seemed eager to learn more about it as he asked to go over the details and get to know her family. She noticed that he seemed a little worried still, but her father looked almost ready to marry her off to him in his excitement. "Of course. My lovely daughter can show you around our living quarters while we wait for lunch to be made, and then my wife will join us." Tori agreed. "I have just on phone call to make before then, so I will talk to you both later." he smiled and turned to walk towards the house. Siren waited to hear what Pyros was thinking.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 9, 2008 21:53:15 GMT -5
Pyros waited for his reply with eager, But it seemed like Tori was very pleased to meet Pyros. This came as a shock since usually richer people tossed him aside since they had nothing to gain from him, But Pyros assumed it was just because he was an employee of Tori's now and that was probably the reason.
Pyros listened as he said he had a phone call to make before lunch. "Oh of course, I'll see you soon" Pyros said to Tori just before he left to walk into the house. Pyros wondered what there was on the large mass of land that Siren's family owned, other than the vast amounts of plants and a massive house. He turned to Siren with a smile on his face, "Your father seems very nice, I was hoping he wouldn't be one of those rich snobs" Pyros said now wondering if that was a wise thing to say.
"So, do you want to show me around the place? From the look of things that could take hours though!" Pyros replied changing the subject to make Siren hopefully forget what he had said about rich people and tried to cover things much more by putting a light joke into it.
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Post by Siren on Feb 9, 2008 22:48:32 GMT -5
Siren smiled as Pyros commented on how nice her father was. "Yes, he is quite social. I didn't get that from him." she answered. He seemed on edge about the comment about rich people that he had slid in. This reflected in his question about her showing him around. "Yeah, I can show you around. I know, as host, I know more about what we have than you do, but is there anything in particular that you would like to see first?" she asked.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 9, 2008 22:57:18 GMT -5
Pyros heard her tell him about her father being social and that she had not received those traits from him. Pyros was happy to hear that she would be showing him around, but when she asked what he wanted to see first he had no idea. 'What kinds of things do rich people usually have that I would be interested in?' Pyros thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. "Persocoms!" He shouted as he calmed down a bit. "Uhh, I would love to see the collection of persocoms you probably have around here" Pyros told her.
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Post by Siren on Feb 9, 2008 23:23:41 GMT -5
Siren put her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh as Pyros shouted persocoms at her. He had apparently gotten excited about the idea while thinking about it. "Of course." she answered. "They're all over our house though..." she thought a moment on how she would approach the idea. Should I show him the ones I made, or the others first? She wondered. "Well, either way.. this way please." she said as she lead him towards their back door.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 9, 2008 23:29:56 GMT -5
Pyros noticed her laughing a little before agreeing to show him a few persocoms around the house. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before leading him toward a door. The door seemed to be a smaller entrance into the house. 'A back door' Pyros thought as he followed Siren further. He took a last look at the great backyard before entering the house. His mouth hung open as he looked around, The place was huge. Pyros looked around and then turned to Siren, "And this is where you live? Everyday of your life?!" Pyros said in amazement at the ways some people lived while he struggled through life. "Its amazing" He stated not particularly to himself or Siren.
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Post by Siren on Feb 10, 2008 0:22:44 GMT -5
Siren watched Pyros' reaction as they entered the house. He seemed amazed that anyone could live a life like this. "well, yeah, I suppose it is where I live every day of my life." she answered, showing him that it wasn't so special when she saw it that often. She looked around. "Let's go that way first." she said, pointing down the hallway on the left. At the end was a back stairway that led up to the main kitchen.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 10, 2008 0:46:47 GMT -5
Pyros listened as Siren seemed to break the mood and make it seem like a regular house to her just like anyone else lived in. He followed her as she pointed to the left and said they should go that way. She was leading them toward the main kitchen from what Pyros could gather, but then again he wasn't really sure of his way around the place. "I'm surprised you don't get lost in here, I would probably get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and end up falling asleep in the lounge room" Pyros pointed out.
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Post by Siren on Feb 10, 2008 2:15:09 GMT -5
Siren laughed a little at what pyros said. "You haven't even seen those rooms yet." she said in amusement. "Its just like memorizing your way around a school, eventually you know where all the rooms you need to be in are." she climbed the stairs and opened the door to the kitchen. All of the cooks were persocoms, although they had once had a real chef. Each wore a White chef's uniform, and they were organised to syncronise their efforts. "What kind of food do you like? I forgot to ask you earlier." she asked, the smell of their lunch reminding her of her scarce breakfast this morning; one small hot chocolate. If she was to make him something to eat at some point, she would have to find out what he liked.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 10, 2008 3:20:23 GMT -5
Pyros listened as she told him that memorizing the rooms was as simple as getting to know your class rooms at a school. Pyros looked around at the many floors and rooms. 'I guess it is similar to a school, in a way' Pyros thought as they entered a kitchen.
Pyros looked into the kitchen, and was amazed at what he saw. Persocoms by the truckload synchronized to cook food for the humans of the residence. "Wow" Pyros said as he looked around at the persocoms and more importantly the many food products being made, the aromas were heavenly to a man who ate when he could afford to.
"So every day you live like this? Like a queen? meals at your very finger tips of the highest stature?" Pyros asked her as he was still amazed at the sight. She then asked him what food he liked, the first thing that ran through his mind was anything he could afford, but saying that might defeat the purpose of the question so he thought about it. "Well, I love almost any kinds of pasta and I'll eat any kinds of meat" Pyros answered.
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Post by Siren on Feb 10, 2008 17:11:21 GMT -5
Siren smiled as he was amazed once again by her living arrangements. She wondered if his financial situation meant that he did not eat often. "Sometimes I cook for myself. I know its their job and they don't really have the ability to think, but it feels more rewarding to do something for myself. we have another, smaller kitchen, closer to my room, where i do that. There usually isn't much other traffic in that one." she said. She listened intently as he spoke of the foods he like and she smiled at how simple the foods were. She was always curious what it was like not to have to worry what topping would go the best, or what sauce would compliment the taste in the right way, or how it could be arranged to make it look better. "What about deserts?" she asked curiously, knowing that they were the most complicated of all the meals. In her life, you couldn't just have ice cream, it was put on a plate and glazed with honey, drizzled with chocolate and topped with a cherry. Thinking about food with the smell of it all around her, she was getting even more hungry. Time to move on, before I ruin my lunch. she thought, leading Pyros out of the kitchen. "We have persocoms working for us in many ways. Cooking, cleaning, repairs and maintenence, gardening, and other household tasks. They greet our guests, and lead them to the study, where we will meet them. They can do basically anything we can, so we employ them fully." she said, cringing as she felt like a tour guide. Her house was very modern, and had no antique looking finishes. It was clean cut and simple. The only rooms in the house that were over-decorated were the bedrooms and the family room. "I'll show you the study, where my father is probably on the phone. We won't stay there long though, just to let him have his privacy." she said.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 11, 2008 0:21:02 GMT -5
Pyros looked around at the kinds of food being prepared, some of the foods were things he had never even seen before. Pyros listened as she said she sometimes cooked for herself, Pyros couldn't believe it. 'She's rich and has persocoms to do everything in her life and still wants to cook for herself?' Pyros wondered having no idea why she would even lift a finger with a lifestyle like this, but then again, he didn't know what it was like to have everything you ever wanted.
She then asked him about the deserts her liked, Pyros thought about it. 'I don't usually eat desert...' Pyros thought as he looked at her. "Well, usually I don't have desert, I can rarely find the time for it, but I do like chocolate mousse and ice cream" Pyros replied saying he didn't have the time rather than say he couldn't afford it.
She then lead Pyros out of the kitchen and spoke of how they had persocoms to do almost any of the jobs that were needed to be done around the household and how they greeted guests and brought them to meeting areas. 'Wow, that is so cool' Pyros thought as she told him they would be going into the study now an that they would only be in there for a moment since her father would probably need some privacy on the phone. "Of course, a good business man needs his time on the phone I guess..." Pyros said as he thought about that kind of life.
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Post by Siren on Feb 11, 2008 1:15:47 GMT -5
Siren heard Pyros say that he like chocolate mousse, and ice cream and smiled, wondering if it really was a lack of time that kept him from eating desert. Skeptical, she vowed to make him make time. They arrived at the study, where she found that the door was ajar. She pushed is open slightly more and whispered, "This is the study." Her father looked at them from across the room, the phone pressed to his ear, and smiled. He had a universal headset plugged into the EAR of one of the persocoms to make his conversation more private. She smiled back and looking at Pyros ducked out of the room and closed the door. "So... living room next?" she wondered aloud.
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Post by ericjayrol on Feb 11, 2008 1:42:31 GMT -5
Pyros noticed that Siren smiled at almost every answer he told her, he wasn't sure whether she was smiling because he was so simple and poor and sounded like a peasant, or if it was something else. They walked out of the kitchen and walked through the many corridors in the house until they eventually came to a door. It looked like the entrance so some place that was amazing, Siren opened the door slowly and didn't open it completely, but Pyros got a good view of the room anyway.
Inside the room was a persocom that seemed to be in use and Tori sitting in a chair smiling at Siren and listening to someone who was talking to him with a headset on his head. 'Wow... Thats cool' Pyros thought as Siren closed the door again, very quietly and calmly. She then suggested taking a look at the living room next. "Of course" Pyros replied as he looked around at the paintings that were on the walls. "Your family likes paintings? But I guess almost all rich people have paintings around their houses, right?" Pyros asked her.
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Post by Siren on Feb 11, 2008 16:27:34 GMT -5
As she started towards the next room she heard Pyros comment on the paintings. He asked if most rich people owned them. She thought a moment before she answered,"Its probably more a show of our wealth than anything else. They don't do anything but sit and collect dust, if you let them. Some of them are fun to look at though. My father collects the abstract ones you might see through out the house, and my mother likes the ones with nature in them." Her own preference was animals, but she chose not to display them immortalized on a piece of canvas. She would look at the ones in the galleries that her parents took her to, but she'd never bought any. They arrived at the living room and she lead him inside. A female persocom in a maid's uniform was dusting around the room, but looked up and smiled as they entered. "Is there anything you'd like to know about persocoms?" Siren asked, "you can sit down if you want."
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