It's just desserts.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Characters: gimmepie and ALL OF YOU.
Setting: [F1] Cafeteria, Monday during the day.
Format: Starting brackets, will match you though!
Summary: PIE? Dean exploring.
Warnings: If no one makes Dean eat oatmeal before his pie, something icky may happen. Also language a la Winchester is likely.

[Hello cafeteria, Dean's just found you. The climb down brought him through a lot of rooms that were confusing and probably impossible to believe, but he didn't stay long in any particular room. He's surveying the tower actually. If he sees someone who looks like they might know something, he'll bother them and get the information he needs.

For now, he's going to take a look at the food options, because a hungry man does not a good investigator make. It's obviously difficult to decide between ice cream or ice cream. Or wait, is that pie?]

Comments

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[Hello Dean, here is a very large green man who probably made a lot of noise as he approached. He takes up a spot beside Dean at the food bar, and grunts.]

These food options for this month are...odd, to say the least!

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Well forget the damn pie. The moment Dean gets a look at the giant green--thing, behind him, he lets out a sound of surprise and takes a few steps back.]

Whoa, okay either you're the Incredible Hulk, or I'm on something!

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh, the little human got startled. Fawkes makes no movements, save for the turning of his head to follow Dean.] I am afraid that neither is correct! I am Fawkes; and the only thing you're on is your feet, little human.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Well he sure speaks clear enough. Dean still isn't about to let up his guard though.] Fawkes. [His face contorts into something like curious confusion.] How'd a guy like you even get through the door?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[HELLOOOOOOO DEAN]

Looking for something?

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[That's the sound of a female getting his attention. He turns his head to her with a little grin, glancing down once, then back up, making no attempts to hide that he'd just checked her out.]

I think I found it.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. That makes her feel better about checking him out when his back was turned]

I hope you've eaten the oatmeal already, or you're gonna be in for a nasty surprise.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Chicks dig the Winchester bootie, no denying that.]

Why, what's so special about the oatmeal?

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[What is this, a new face? Vietnam snoops around until she notices he was looking at the menu.]

A very hard decision, isn't it?

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Not that I'm a stickler for health or anything, but why is there no meat on the menu? The manager of this place got a sweet tooth or something?

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

Ah, the menu changes periodically. So this month, no meat. You might be lucky later.

[Or not, she still needs to find out what Castiel said about the "meat"]

Did you just arrive?

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

This month? How long have you been here?

I guess you could say I'm new here, yeah.

[knightmaking.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't if I were you~.

[...chimes a voice that... isn't quite as British as it should be, but very close. From where? From over here, at a table nearby where Dean is surveying the pie.

Lloyd has something of his own, of course, for breakfast (or lunch, or dinner; really, as if time matters here anymore), but after so many days of ice cream? He's opted for the oatmeal.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't what?

[Dean turns, and oh god, it's a nerd from Europe or something.]

[knightmaking.livejournal.com]

Eat the pie, of course! I saw you eyeing it.

[Yes, Dean. A nerd from Europe America you know, don't even worry about where, but yes, a nerd from somewhere.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Why, what's wrong with the pie? [D:]

[A nerd is a nerd is a nerd.]

[bubbleglub.livejournal.com]

[Having a troll over here eating some delicious pie a la mode.

If her face is any indication, she's in heaven right now.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Whaaaaat. What even is that thing. What is she doing to that pie--oh that's right, there's pie.

He'll get to that in a minute. Right now he'll just be staring. He's going to be flipping through Dad's Journal later to see if there's anything about weird horned and gilled...things. Kicking himself for not bringing it down with him.]

[bubbleglub.livejournal.com]

Hi!

[Wave.]

Do you know what this fin is called? It's so glubbing delicious!

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

[Kanaya had followed the tether on her collar down the stairs to the first flood, the cafeteria where the menu of ice cream was still in full swing.]

[She doesn't get any food, just stands opposite of Dean, the table between them]

Hello, you wouldn't happen to know why we are connected like such, do you?

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Dean looks up to see--and once again be reminded of--the leash sprouting from his collar and over to where it connected to another one of those GREY HORNED things. Awkward and freaky.]

No, I have no freakin' idea why we're connected. Is this not standard around here?

[His pistol is in a convenient place under his shirt if he needs to use it. She's obviously a monster, and you don't trust monsters.]

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

No, this is not a standard. I have never been connected to anyone during my stay nor have I heard about anyone else being connected to another. On my walk here I did not see any other strings or other connected people. I am unsure what that means. On the other hand no one is looking at us oddly for being like this so I assume that others are in the same situation but we are unaware of it.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[New handsome face spotted, France hones in on.] Such a variety to choose from, non? [Voice is droll. So droll. And she may or may not be checking out his ass.]

Someone save me I can't stop him

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[There sure are a lot of hot chicks here. He's starting to wonder if maybe this is one of his dreams or something.]

I'd say the owner of this place has a major sweet tooth or something.

[And wow, she is definitely his type.]

I'm Dean Winchester, [He grins and steals her hand to kiss the back of it in a gesture far more classy than his usual flirting.] and you must be a dream come true.

Nope, just gonna enable here.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Mm, American, but not bad packaging~]

That or Molly managed to convince them into giving us nothing but ice cream.

[She hides her smile with her free hand and chuckles, finding his pick-up line adorable more than charming... though that might be her age talking.] I see the ice cream's not the only sweet thing here. I'm Francisca Bonnefoy.