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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
no subject
[he replies nonchalantly, with half of a shrug. It's kind of his thing. Ned taps one of the chocolate-chip cookies on a wire rack - they came out not long ago, and they look cool enough to handle.
Dropping one on a napkin he bends comically at the waist to present it to the kid.]
The chips are hot. Don't eat it all at once.
no subject
Thank you, sir.
[He nods, he knew his manners, and takes a small bite of the cookie. At the first taste, he wants to shove the whole thing in his mouth, but he doesn't. The tall pie guy wouldn't think well of him if he did that.]
It's really good.
no subject
I- um. Thanks. And you don't have to call me 'sir.'
[The Pie Maker extends another cookie and wonders what the protocol is for shooing children out of one's kitchen.]
Try not to get into trouble.
no subject
[Michael holds the cookie carefully, so he can take it with him. Smiling, he turns to walk quickly out of the kitchen, stops and waves goodbye.]
Have a good day, pie man.
[Then, he practically runs out of the kitchen, eating the cookie as he goes.]