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entrancelogs2014-12-17 08:55 pm
wordvomit) wrote in entrancelogs2014-12-17 08:55 pm
[OPEN, DINER CATCH-ALL] war, children, it's just a shot away
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 Holeit's ironic because the diner is called The Rabbit Hole.
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.]
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
Main Dining Area - OTA
Following the pull of power, Lilith stepped into the diner, looking around slowly and in confusion, trying to discern who it was here and what they were. That she recognized several angels gave her some relief, even more that they were the real versions of her fellow Mirrors.
She stood awkwardly, trying to decide if she should sit or not. Or find someone to approach.]