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

[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?

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[C'mon, Dean, you know you wanna bro it up with the Hulk's bruised-up looking cousin.] Crouching, generally. It would seem that this place is not so accommodating to larger persons in regards to the structures.

Somehow, they, did manage to have one of those white suits that fit, though.

[Pause.]

This place is most strange, to say the least.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[PRECAUTIONS COME BEFORE BROING IT UP. But it will happen. Oh yes.] That sucks, dude.

[OK, giant dude in a skin tight catsuit that is a mental image he will unfortunately take to his grave damn everything.] ...

I'll buy the strange bit.

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[Just don't ask Fawkes to brofist. He might break your hand. Or arm.]

Yes, I would suppose that it does 'suck'.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Oh god no not his arm. D: ]

You don't have to yell everything y'know. Do you have a volume button or is your inside voice just a myth?

[Naw he's not trying to be rude, just asking questions. This whole thing is kind of surreal. And being yelled at isn't helping his headache.]

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Wait. Volume.] Oh. My apologies. [His tone is a bit more quiet now - more on par with a normal human voice.] I believe it is a side effect of this form. We meta-humans seem to be naturally loud.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Thanks for that. [Doing that whole finger in ear to clean out the sound thing. You know the one.]

So meta-human. That's what you are, big guy?

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[Fawkes nods.] You are welcome. And yes.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

How did--, know what, nevermind. Not my business.

Anyway, I'm Dean. [He thinks about offering his hand but nyeeeeh that'd be bad.] Anything you can tell me about this place other than the obvious, like ice cream for breakfast lunch and dinner?

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

There are strange things about some of the floors here. Strange goings-on, or just strange floors in general. I would advise a great deal of caution to be taken should you choose to explore this place.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

I noticed. Some of 'em don't even make sense. Thanks for the heads-up, greenbro.