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]

[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.