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!

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[HELLOOOOOOO DEAN]

Looking for something?

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[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.]