i'm not very good at keeping time [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of March
When: Throughout all of March, generally
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up but otherwise nothing comes to mind



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food, or looking to trade supplies from Cahypdo? Helping improve the place because god knows it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? I've heard chatter of live music or IC DND, so whatever you wanna do here, go for it!]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

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Open to Anyone!

[peaceintheworld]

Sayoko is not all that sure what a 'Denny' actually is, but the incongruously colorful sign on the side of the otherwise rustic building has her attention. When she goes to pop her head in and peer around... she's still not completely sure, but can take a guess at it being some sort of restaurant. Or is that a bar? Or a tavern? She's going to have to ask someone, isn't she?

A little self-conscious but considerably more curious, she steps inside and makes for the bar and has herself a seat. She might not have much of anything to trade for food or drink, but her legs are tired from all the walking around exploring. And if this is a restaurant-bar-tavern-place, surely there's someone running it. She rests her elbows on the bar top, and cranes her neck a little bit to see if she spots anyone around.

[postictal]

Tim is the guy who technically owns the place, though he's not always around. He is currently, however, which is why he can spot the "lost newbie in search of some direction" look a mile off. He's worn that look himself before, though he doesn't so much now.

Either way, he's out replacing one of the legs on the tables when he glances up at her. Doesn't recognize her, but that's just another reason to start things out right.

"Hey. You new?"

[bitch4bitch]

"Oooh, boy. You're new, huh?"

Maybe Erika shouldn't be going around calling people right out on being new to the island, but she figures it should be fine if it's this obvious. Maybe it would even be unfair to let her think people couldn't tell.

Or maybe Erika is just kind of a jackass sometimes.

Either way, she doesn't sit down next to Sayoko so much as flop, leaning against the bar top. "'Least it doesn't look like anything's managed to fuck you up yet."

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

[Tim's busy behind the bar, for the most part, taking stock and doing inventory. You'll probably see him shifting objects from basket to basket (Denny has a surplus of baskets; most things are stored in the baskets, as it happens) and occasionally scattering objects on the counter: eggs, a basket of coconut cookies, some stalks of corn, a few hand-carved wooden jars filled with barley and with sticky honeycomb, to name but a few.]

[If you come near, he'll lift his eyebrows at you by way of greeting. He looks tired...but then, he always does.]

You been to the new island yet? [He'd be happy to do some trading if you picked up anything of use there. Otherwise, draw up a chair. He'll pour you a drink - of water, of milk, of blackberry whiskey.]

[littlemhigan]

Aye! Went lookin' fer herbs and the like, but found some sort've seeds. The locals tell me it'll grow to some manner of fruit in time - cocoplum, I think?

[ She slides into a seat along the bar and reaches into her satchel, withdrawing a few fig-like seeds. ]

Locals said it'd take some time te cultivate, so I was thinkin' te turn these over te those so inclined. I'ven't much've a green thumb, alas.

[tokenflavortownie]

Yes, I ended up almost falling down a mountain.

[Naturally, Pyrrha sounds a bit less than inspired by that little trip she took.]

But it's definitely beautiful there.

[forwearemany]

Yes. Our attempts at exploration resulted in loss of power followed by shutdown, in a jungle full of motion activated predators.

(Maybe Tim heard about that fiasco. Or maybe not.

...They've had an interesting time.

They sit at the bar.)

Pre-March 14th

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

...this is his first time meeting this individual, who he assumes is the bartender of this fine establishment. That is what Faust tells himself. And yet, he can feel his subconscious screaming something awful, like he should know who this is...it's taking a strangely significant amount of effort for his more logical side to assert this is the first person he's seen at the counter that isn't Miss Muffet. Peculiar.

"Ah, not yet, I'm afraid! But I am definitely considering it!"

Perhaps he should try asking the robot - Legion, their name is Legion - to escort him into the deeper jungles. Everyone else seems occupied with their own searches, and realistically all he requires are supplies and a bit of muscle...
...and now this young man is seriously starting to bother him. Where has he seen that face before?!

[serrata]

[ It's weirdly reassuring to know that in the vast metaphysical mess that makes up the grand tapestry of existence, fast food and fast food adjacent restaurants are a constant. And let's be real, the menu here is probably going to be better for you in the long run than an actual Denny's. ]

Oh – Yes, I went over with Pyrrha-chan to do a little bit of exploring. I was hoping we'd be able to find something useful, but...

[ This is not the face of a woman who'd found something useful, alas. ]

TEA TIME

[journalname]

[Y'ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

Asgore arrives with several containers, helpfully provided by Taako. They're each labeled with the name of a tea blend - creative things like Mango - and some brewing tips. He leaves them in the same area as the other common goods, but for the moment, he's going to sit down and brew some himself. It's a little easier for him to do with precision; he's never needed a stove, anyway.

He fixes himself a cup of one of the floral blends and sits to drink. Anyone arriving will be greeted warmly:]

Howdy! Would you like a cup of tea?

[tokenflavortownie]

Well, I can't refuse an offer to try some of your tea, Asgore.

[She was about to go sit and wait for her order. This was about the same, with added conversation.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Uh...no...

[Sir are you aware that you are a goat?]

But uh. What's a bluescythe? Or is that just an edgy name for--I assume these are all teas.

[ideismo]

[Alexei isn't...usually around here, though he does come by once in a while just to see what's here; he never really stays long, but today the tea does sound nice, however, and he definitely isn't opposed to Asgore's company, so.]

Of course, Asgore. Do you have any recommendations?

Legion (+ videogames)|OTA

[forwearemany]

(Legion doesn't need food, they're just here to hang out and play videogames.

They're hanging out at a table near the back with their handheld console, completely absorbed into whatever game they're feeling at the moment, be that chess, pacman, Grim Terminus Alliance, or the Fleet and Flotilla dating sim.

Want a turn? Find it strange that they have a game about dating the creators who destroyed them? Amused by the idea of a robot playing games? Curious about the device they have?

They probably wouldn't be here if they didn't want to be bothered, so feel free to bug them about whatever.)

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hey.

[Their initial meeting had been...up and down, but he didn't hate Legion by any means, so that's good news. He's a little cautious given the. Uh. Stone-based commentary, the question on how AI are treated. And he wonders if Wash told him anything.]

Oh, shit, is that a gameboy?

[vagabone]

[So many questions! He's also here to hang out, as usual, and he's feeling nosy. So he ambles over and takes a seat, uninvited.]

What are you doing? Watching TV?

[...if that's what it is, who the heck is broadcasting?!]

[atailoftwoworlds]

[Zidane doesn't recognise Legion from the Farspeech stones yet but wow that is a curious machine they're using. Not knowing anything about video games, he assumes the console might be something else.]

Heeeeeey, is that some sort of communication device? [It does look impressive. More impressive than what he's seen on Terra.]

Castor | OTA | Fistfight in Denny's parking lot . meme

[littlemhigan]

[ So she might have scored a few too many drinks inside, but Castor is OUTSIDE now and still on her feet and is working out energy by alternating running through a few forms and pummelling nearby trees with fists and feet alike.

Nearby is a very poorly scribbled note that simply reads: 'fite me.' with an arrow pointing roughly at where she's working.]

[lesbeau]

[Look, sometimes you wanna get drunk and punch a tree. It's a completely relatable emotion fueled by alcohol and punchies and it's 90% of Beau's personality. She and Castor couldn't properly throw hands in a trial of patience, but gods do not rule them now, alcohol does.

Beau arrives as quietly as one can when they're about six drinks in, crossing her arms behind where Castor is goin' off.]

Hey! You wanna hit something more fun than a tree?

[Beau, no.]

Karako Pierot | OTA | Whatever formatting is chill

[hurricane_clown]

[Karako has adopted the Denny as his hivesafe, which is like a safehouse but culturally Alternian. He likes Tim. He likes the Denny. Frankly, it's nice to have a standing structure he can actually enter.

It would be nice if there were a church, but as far as he can tell, these aliens are all nonbelievers and heathens. Obviously.

He sits at a table with an open can of Faygo, which the observant will note he drinks by pouring it into his mouth instead of like any kind of normal person with manners. He's too short for the seat, so his strutpods dangle above the floor, dirty and bare from running around the islands.

He has a little pile of coconut cookies, too.

If you approach, he'll offer you one!]

[forwearemany]

(Unfortunately, the person who is approaching cannot eat the offered cookie.)

This unit does not eat.

(Which they will happily explain.)

Church | ota

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Exploring islands isn't his number one idea of a good time, but, apparently, that's just what he needs to do here. So he knows where people stay, what they do, where to go in case of emergency (like giant angry plant monsters, or earthquakes), and just generally the lay of the land. Can't make himself useful if he doesn't know where shit is.

And then he comes across...the Denny. And he stares. The outside is not the usual familiar color scheme, but it does appear to be a place of gathering and eating and it's called...guys it's just called Denny.]

Of course there's a Denny's in the middle of a multidimensional hub point island that may or may not be hell. I'm pretty sure I've seen a meme about this...

[Inside? Well, inside...he's there. He doesn't, uh, need to eat or drink, and if you let him into the kitchen area to attempt cooking it's not going to go well. But he's wandering around and popping a squat to people watch. It's all...really strange, and he's trying not to let this be strange, because he has enough strange in his life. How long's it been since he ever felt like a civilian? (Never, as it turns out, but shh.)]

eyes emoji

[serrata]

[ You'd think Yuuri would've noticed the giant hulking robot boy tooling around the islands before now, but in her defense she's had a hell of a month and she's been keeping... mostly to herself. So you can imagine her surprise when she stops off at Denny, expecting a day of nothing particularly exciting and sees...

Well, okay, she can't be totally sure that's Church. It could just be someone from his world or a total coincidence. But Yuuri's here, Pyrrha's here, Ardyn and Nari and who knows who else is here... she really can't say it would be a surprise if she turned out to be right.

It does take her a little while to actually make herself try and talk to him, though. She isn't quite able to make herself stop staring, but when she realizes how much of a weirdo she's probably starting to look, Yuuri huffs out a sigh and makes her way over to him.

Surely, there's no way this could go wrong. ]

Excuse me – I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

ota | anytime in March

[vagabone]

[One never knows when this unpredictable skeleton might drop by. Not needing to eat, he doesn't follow any sort of schedule, sometimes just stopping by to hang out and other times coming in to cook for everyone. Got to give him some credit for remembering old recipes never written down, nearly a century later. Fresh food is hard to come by in the afterlife where nothing grows.

...And sometimes he'll plop right down at a corner table, popping his hands off and making them wrestle each other. Dinner and a show?]

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

It's about mid-morning one day when the good doctor comes in for his soon-to-be-daily wooden cup of mint tea, squatting through the doorway and making his way to the counter. He's able to catch the familiar form of the strange skeleton seated in one of the corner tables, but otherwise all seems norm-

"-wh-what the...?!"

How on Earth is he doing that?! His hands don't even have any muscles with which to properly move, let alone maintain a solid grip! Before he knows it, Faust has crossed the entire room to confront this mockery of basic human biology, and is making his demands known:

"How are...why are yo-STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELF!"

...a solemn prayer to any deity currently available: Please tell Faust that the Denny is in fact as empty as he thought it was.

Faust | OTA

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

A new 'face' has recently been making repeated appearances within Denny's walls: Every morning since sometime in February(?), the unmistakable form of one obscenely tall man has been witnessed entering the building, only to then leave minutes later with the scene of fresh mint trailing behind him! Who is this mysterious new stranger? What are his intentions? Will a hero rise up to put an end to his obviously malicious machinations?!

Hopefully not, because right now Faust is enjoying his morning tea in one of the side booths, humming quietly to himself between sips of the delicious minty brew. It's a lovely spring morning today, and he's made the executive decision to maybe take it a little easier today than usual...hence why he's also made the executive decision to ensure he's not alone at the table.

Seated atop the table itself is a tiny creature no bigger than a child's plush toy: A spitting image of the good doctor himself, except for the incredibly stubby limbs and fingers. Currently, they're sitting on their backside trying to jam a standard-sized coconut cookie into their face, not intelligent enough to realise they do not have a mouth nor a digestive system. And yet, they've been doing this for the past ten minutes now, and they show no signs of giving up.

Introducing: Mini-Faust! The magical familiar in your pocket you definitely did not ask for! Keep them away from your nose. Don't ask why.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko is pretty sure he's heard mention here and there of a weird tall new guy, and might've caught a glimpse of him before - but this is the first time he's actually gotten the chance to interact with him.

And his... tiny, stubby replica of himself. That's... interesting.

"...Mind if I ask what, or... who this is?" Yeah, he's gonna ask about that before bringing up the fact that this guy is nine feet tall and has a bag on his head. He might've gotten just a little too used to strange-looking people by now.

Foster van Denend | OTA | Mind his Permissions

[cacoethes_mori]

[Foster visits the Denny sparingly, both to minimise the burden afflicted on others by his appearance and as to not contaminate it with his presence.

Also, he's really not a people person. It might be obvious?

But he does appear a couple of time this month... one time he arrives with a bag full of strange fruit, intended for Muffet. He leaves quickly that time. Maybe you catch him before he does? But why would you?

But then, maybe a week later, he strides through the door on all six limbs and does not appear to have a purpose at all. He just... lingers, strangely, watching people come and go from his vantage along the far wall. For a little while he actually lies down, folding up his long equine legs to make himself comfortable on the floor.

Or perhaps this is what passes for sitting, with that many limbs?

Who knows.

If you approach him, he won't say anything--just lift his head and make eye contact, bright eyed and silent. Like he's waiting for something.

But what could he be waiting for?]

[onegreeneye]

[While Ginko may not spend a whole lot of time at the Denny, he's here often enough to pick up on a couple things - like the fact that Foster is hardly ever there. Granted, he might not notice if Foster weren't nine feet tall with a horse ass, but that's how it be.

It's really just by coincidence that he's in a chatty enough mood today to stop by and comment.] You seem a little more relaxed today.