[OPEN, DINER CATCH-ALL] war, children, it's just a shot away

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Who: EVERYONE (Yes, even Mirrors.)
Where: Eighth Floor Diner
When: 12/18
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: With the help of a Japanese schoolgirl, one man overcomes his neurosis and invites literally everyone to the diner.
The Story:

[Ned wasn't optimistic at the beginning - matter of fact, Ned never starts out thinking optimistically about anything, simply as a force of habit. Healthy paranoia, often misconstrued as abject pessimism, is what weighs heavily on the Pie Maker on a daily basis.

Adding actual monsters - ones different from him, who are much larger and fictional and hungry - to the mix only serves to amplify his anxiety.

It comes as something of a relief when Tohru recommends barricading the windows and stockpiling supplies, blankets, an assortment of foodstuffs and some First Aid, all of which are suggestions Ned undertakes with enthusiasm and the assistance of his diner-mates.

Now, with all the tables upturned strategically and the blinds drawn, he's almost elated they had the foresight to work things out early as a new transmission hits the public sphere.

He sends out another message almost immediately, this one Mansion-wide.]

IF ANYONE NEEDS A SAFE PLACE AND YOU CAN'T MAKE IT TO THE CLINIC OR LIBRARY

COME TO THE DINER ON THE EIGHTH FLOOR

WE HAVE FOOD* AND SHELTER IN THE EVENT OF CATASTROPHE

*But please be patient with that, there's only a couple of us working the kitchen.

[The Pie Maker, who loathes close proximity and sometimes gets claustrophobic, almost regrets hitting SEND.

Almost.]






NOTE: This is OPEN MINGLE CATCH-ALL, anyone and everyone can meet up with their friends/family/associates in the diner if they need a safe place to stay and don't want to leap willy-nilly after Her Highness into the Rabbit Hole it's ironic because the diner is called The Rabbit Hole.

Comments

[low_key_angel]

[Cute little cub. Gabriel drags his finger through the whipped cream, adding a dollop to his coffee.] Gabriel. Guess there wasn't much in the way of introductions while we were trying to contain a homicidal archangel.

Brave sticking close to him though. Gotta give you props for that.

[whele]

[At the name, William can't help but raise an eyebrow. Is this guy just called that, or is he like one of the other archangels around this place? William has had the pleasure to have a few good conversations, one even in person, with the other Michael, and this new guy doesn't quite seem to fall into place next to that one.

Still, it's best to proceed with caution, doubly so when the mention of sticking close gets brought up.]

We're from the same world and this place thought it would be funny to make me his anchor. So I either stuck close, or people got killed. There's been enough people dying back home thanks to him.

You're like the other ones here, aren't you?

[low_key_angel]

So you know my other half. [Twin. Whatever. The other version of himself. Gabriel hasn't really put a finger on it yet. But he's worth having a few drinks with and perhaps creating a bit of fun mayhem when things are quiet.]

That's me, but don't hold my brothers against me. Seriously. They give a new meaning to uptight.

[whele]

Your other...half.... [Nope. That's not computing and for a moment William's expression is just as confused as he's feeling. So this one was another archangel Gabriel? He's already comparing the guy to the other two he knows and it's pretty difficult to put them all in the same group. That being said, his own Gabriel and Michael looked nothing alike so who was he to judge?

There's zero comment on them being uptight though. It's above William' station to badmouth any angel.]

Know him? I think most of humanity wishes they didn't know him.

[low_key_angel]

You know, the other Gabriel? Tall, fan of leather and hair product with sharp wings?

[Gabriel gives an easy shrug. He's already heard enough about the homicidal tendencies of his other half back in his world. Hey - his big brother had similar aims and he was still hanging out with Lucifer. As long as they weren't going on rampages in Wonderland he's not going to worry about it.] So I've heard. But most angels have always been kinda oil and water when it comes to humans.

[whele]

Yes. It was my world he started to wipe out.

[William shifts slightly, doing his best not to wake the sleeping lion cub on his knees. Oil and water? Was this guy even for real? Sure, William knows he backs Gabriel back home, that the archangel will spare the deserving, but the attitude from this one is a bit much.]

You're saying that as if being an angel gives him the right to kill everyone in my world.

[low_key_angel]

No, but I'm saying as an angel he doesn't give a happy crap about things like having 'the right' to begin with. My big brother has the same hangup about humans.

Oh don't give me that look. For the record I went to the mat trying to stop my brother from wiping out humanity.

[whele]

[There's a moment where William is tempted to keep giving "the look", eyes squinted slightly in disapproval. He's also tempted to ask which big brother, but it's pretty obvious in all fairness. Thank goodness there isn't a Lucifer around back home or they'd all probably know about it.

Fine, he'll drop the expression, giving a slight shrug in return. So many angels around, William is starting to feel outnumbered. Why would Gabriel need a head acolyte when he has angel brothers around?]

Did it work?

[low_key_angel]

[The Look. Gabriel's been getting that one since humans were just a gleam in ol' Dad's eye.]

Eventually. But it wasn't me that did it. I'm sure you've met the banana brothers that pulled it off - the Winchesters. Sam and Dean. Somehow those two managed to shove two of my brothers into the Cage again.

[whele]

[Considering his genetics, William is a pro at giving The Look where needed. Now it isn't needed, and he's already nodding slowly at the mention of the Winchesters. He's not really following the whole cage business, but it's not something he's going to say out loud, not to mention it being none of his business to pry.]

I think I've spoken to Sam before now, once, but that's about it. I can't say if they're both here, or still here even. I'm sorry that you had to lose two brothers that way, though.