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

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[Dear world, your countries are not manly 8(]

Ah! [She smiles, taking out her notebook] Castiel is here, he mentioned a Dean so I thought to take a guess. We compiled some notes, and he helped my sister. I think he'd be happy to see you, even if his expression doesn't show it.

[Luckily, none of the Supernatural mumbo jumbo, Dean.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[That's why Dean is here to get the girl save the day! HE CAN BE THE HERO, MOVE OVER AMERICA.]

He's here? What the hell's he doin' here? [Obviously taking notes and saving sisters, duh.] I dunno if he'd be happy to see me, since I apparently let the end of the world happen.

[OH SNAP.]

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[OH MAI He's probably a more effective hero. LIKE...HE GETS THE JOB DONE......]

Well, same reason we're all here. Apparently our worlds are...destroyed...and we're...--

[She trails off because WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?]

Ah, excuse me? You and the end of the world?

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[OOPS DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD.]

The Apocalypse. We were trying to stop it. [he frowns, for the first time] And then I woke up here.

[MIGHT AS WELL SHARE YOUR WHOLE LIFE STORY DEAN GOD. No really he can say this because it seems like trivial crap now. He can't really imagine something didn't happen to his world with the way things were headed.]

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[GUUUURRRL HE SO DID.]

I see. [Well you know, this would've sounded more crazy if it wasn't for the fact that she met an angel. And now it sounds like he's blaming himself. She's not sure what to do, like pat him on the back, maybe.]

Alright ah, firstly, I don't think this was because you couldn't stop the Apocalypse, this group seems to work independently. Also...what was the date before you arrived here? Just roughly.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[HIS BAD.]

[He listens to what she has to say, about the possibility that this isn't actually his fault. But he blows that right out of the water. Of course it's his fault. What else could have caused the end of the world?]

The date? It's September, 2008. Why, no one keep calendars around here or something?

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT.]

[Well Dean, better prepare to be baffled again.]

Well, that's the time you were pulled, no? If we're from the same world? The world doesn't end, I'm from 2011. And good question about the calendars here.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[0_0]

Wh.... 2011. You're from the future?? Holy crap, if we're from the same world...

[That could mean that Dean DIDN'T let the end of the world happen, right??? MAYBE...]

Wait so, there are seriously no calendars? So we have no idea what day of the week it is or anything?

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[JUST THE EXPRESSION SHE WAS EXPECTING.]

Well, your future. And since we don't often make ourselves known [or at least, she doesn't bother too much about it, and come oooon, England knows mystical things--] there's a chance we are from the same world.

Ah, yes, you can get the date from the computers near the clock, but otherwise, no real calendars.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[OF COURSE.]

A chance. Alright, I guess I can wrap my head around that. [Not like he hasn't encountered weird things before, and he really wouldn't be surprised if these nation people existed in his world. If he ever gets back, finding out is going to be his first priority.]

Oh, I don't really do the whole technology thing, that's my brother's shtick.

[Hm. Maybe he should give the computers a second look. Maybe they actually have something useful hidden on them.]

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[GOOD NOW HE'S FEELING BETTER. RIGHT, RIGHT?]

So, apocalypse? Not your fault, we're all still alive, no? [She gives him a smile. Hopefully that piece of news cheered him up, or something.]

Aha, I'm not very good with technology myself, my brothers often had to help me as well. But this one is easy, just hover the cursor over the clock. We use it to communicate with each other too.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

Eh... [He's still not sure about the apocalypse thing not being his fault, but if anything, he's not going to beat his head about it right this instant.]

Sounds easy enough to figure out. [Hand on his chin] Communicate, like with forums or instant messaging or something?

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[Believe if or she'll beat him.]

[She nods] Yes, like that! You can do video conferences too. Text I think is the most stable, sometimes when the tower acts up, the video doesn't work either.

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[He's probably like it. B)]

How often does the tower "act up". [Deplying the ancient art of air quoting here.]

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well now he's just teasing her 8( Still tops]

On average, I would estimate at least once a month. [She waves her hand vaguely] Although the time periods between that would vary greatly.

how many times will I typo in one post no one knows

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Vietnam is too manly cannot handre]

That's stupid. Most of this place looks pretty high tech, weird that it'd mess up like that.

TYPOS ARE TOTALLY IN 8)b

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[Totes, look at her flex those skinny arms.]

Unless it was intended.