[log] Trapped at the Drive-thru[closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sylar, Rhys, Angel, Vaughn, and Beckett (and possibly the Cat)
Location: Building 248
Date: Day 177
Summary: Far too many people descend on a fast food joint for supplies.
Warnings: Please just note note them in the subject line if they come up!

[A fast food restaurant. The exact details of the brand are missing, but it sells fairly standard fare: hamburgers, french fries, chicken nuggets, soda... Sadly, it seems like they don't have milkshakes or ice cream, but sometimes they have coffee! This place is regularly stocked with food, so no one can stay here overnight. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH, IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on the wall.]

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[jumpthegun]

[Coffee. John is getting hot coffee if it's the last thing he does. He doesn't care how terrible it is, there's a hot, caffeinated beverage, and it's going to be in him presently. They aren't really planning to meet up with anyone, so he doesn't think much about it when he strides forward briskly, leaving Sherlock to the evil wiles of Gabriel for the time being and hopping the counter to get at the food.

The scent of hot grease and salt are pungent in the place and he can see neatly wrapped burgers and the like sat under a warming lamp in the order area. John's eyes are on the coffee dispenser back here, though, and it's only half a moment to chug his water, then test it.

Hot, steaming coffee flows freely.]

Thank you, god...

[John tops up his water bottle before taking his first tentative sip. The appreciative groan the doctor gives voice to is very nearly indecent as he closes his eyes and savors it.]

Oh... that's lovely.

[He may be blocking the way for anyone else who wants to get some, themselves.]

[phaseshifter]

[ When Angel and Friends™ first arrive, her interest lies more with the french fries than the coffee. Because they're fries. It isn't long before Angel is eating far more of them than you'd expect for someone so tiny.

The coffee can't be ignored for long, though, especially with John looking like he's about to start making out with the dispenser. ]

It's that good? Geez, it's been years since I got to have coffee.

[ And then it was generally frothy creamy stuff with varying amounts of chocolate in it. Not, you know. Anything that actually tasted of coffee in any way. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John looks over at Angel quickly, expression turning sheepish.]

Hmm...? Well, it's... I reckon it's probably bloody awful, but it's the first hot coffee I've had in two and a half months. You want some?

[He steps aside and motions her to the dispenser.]

I was gonna bring some over for Sherlock. Not that he needs more caffeine. [John's eyes slide over toward wherever he last left the consulting detective. Sherlock isn't going to want to stay here long with so many people, but John hopes he'll acquiesce to at least a little while. Hot beverages might help keep him here.]

[phaseshifter]

I guess I could give it a try... oh, which one is Sherlock? I haven't seen --

[ She turns and gives the room a cursory glance as she works the dispenser. She doesn't recognise either of the people from John's group, but... ]

-- never mind, I can probably guess. Is he the one who looks like being here is offensive to him in ways that mere mortals can't comprehend?

[ He kinda looks like the old Earth meme guy. Bendytoots Cookiecrunch? ]

[bookofnope]

[Unlike about every other bit of modern day culinaria, coffee does not intrigue Beckett very much as a concept. He's familiar enough with its effects on mortals, after all. It is, in his understanding, the very opposite of the nice, soothing drugs he's sampled in Norfinbury so far - alcohol, sleeping pills and Vicodin. He knows it can make a body jittery, hyperaware. He doesn't need that, thank you.

It is also, however, a hot drink.

What a dilemma. He lurks not far from John, watching him with interest. Maybe if the effects on the other man don't seem too severe...]

Is this medically recommended, in your opinion?

[jumpthegun]

Yes.

[No.]

Maybe. What?

[The question takes a moment to fully register. John turns to raise a brow at Beckett, more than a little confused.]

It should... warm you up?

[bookofnope]

I doubt that was in question. [He's a little amused by the man's surprise. Still doesn't completely believe what I am, does he.]

I was thinking it's bound to do a little more, to someone trying it for the first time.

[moneyman]

[ did someone say caffeine?

well, okay, maybe no one said it, but even over the various food smells, the scent of coffee is unmistakeable. he's not an addict or anything, but goddamn it's been awhile. it was one of the things he'd always taken advantage of before ending up on Pandora and then this place.

coffee shortage: truly a sign of a savage, joyless land. ]

Hey, uh... is there any more of that?

[ sorry for the random little dude popping up behind you out of nowhere. try not to spill any of that precious coffee in surprise. ]

[jumpthegun]

Hmm? [Here's a new face. At least new to John. And what a wonderful new face. Here is a grown man who's actually shorter than him! Another to add to his limited tally.] Oh, yeah! Sure. Sorry. [He steps out of the way.]

I don't think we've met. I'm John.

[moneyman]

[ and Vaughn can add one more to his tally of people who are taller than him, which also doubles as a list of almost every single person in Norfinbury over the age of 12. very convenient.

in any case, as much as he wants coffee right this second, he's not gonna be rude. making new friends is just as important as caffeine... mostly. he offers a hand to shake. ]

Vaughn. [ haha, that rhymes. fortunately he has enough common sense not to say something that stupid out loud. ] Good to meet you! I, uh... I was dead for a little while there, so. Not surprising.

[howdull]

[Sherlock really enjoys fast food every now and again. He'd prefer a Chinese takeaway if he were to be given the choice, but chicken nuggets and fries are perfectly acceptable when he's longing for hot food as much as he is. The coffee he leaves to John, he'd much rather have tea, and instead focuses his attention on the food.

He's alternately stuffing fries in his mouth and emptying them into the front pocket of his rucksack, wrapped in whatever serviettes he can find, he's also studiously avoiding talking to anyone else here. Instead, he's standing like a tall, thin, idiot by himself, surveying the restaurant.

If anyone gets too much in his eye-line, they will get a text message sent to their tablets despite them all being in the same place.]

You do not make an effective window, please move.

[bookofnope]

[All right, so the coffee was definitely a mistake.

Beckett tries his very best not to pace. It is a titanic battle. It's getting late, and he would really like to sleep soon, especially having gorged on the hot food like all the others. Instead all his brain, inattentive to his body, seems to want to do is run circles around itself. Thinking of, oh, bloody everything. Norfinbury mysteries. The problem of his feeding. Talking cats. It's a whirlwind. He's rather sure even pacing wouldn't quiet it.

Instead he plants himself by a window and looks outside. Stubborn. Inhumanly still. Until he gets the text.

Glancing up, he catches Sherlock's eyes with open surprise. He had not been expecting interaction to happen on that front. No complaints, though, says his overactive mind; it's something to do.]

Is the darkness particularly interesting tonight, Mr. Holmes?

[howdull]

[Manic. Potentially afraid of something. Unwilling to show weakness.

His eyes flick over to Beckett, not quite recalling his name, but recognising him as the vampire who he hadn't believed was a real vampire before. He does now. It's interesting, therefore, to see him gorge himself on human food.

He sighs when he's replied to verbally. Was it not clear from his text that he would rather not actually speak to people?]

More interesting than some of the company inside.

[bookofnope]

[Oh my. That was definitely a hint. In a state of somewhat less accidental caffeinated hyperactivity, Beckett might have taken it. In this state, his brain-to-mouth filters are a bit crooked. Things... slip out.]

Is your first encounter with a real vampire quite that great a disappointment?

[headjacked]

[ Rhys apparently isn't checking his tablet, or moving, which'll no doubt thrill Sherlock to no end.

As the guy stands there, 200% oblivious, a piercing, robotic wail blares from behind Sherlock. Dumpy has swooped in, and he's shining the yellow light of his, uh, 'eye' in Sherlocks'.

Hello, New Person! Hello!! ]

[howdull]

[What?! How dare that person not check their messages! It's incredibly rude when Sherlock wants him to move his noodle body out of the way.

He's about to send another, less polite message, when he's accosted by a shrieking robot.]

...Shoo.

[headjacked]

[ Dumpy does not shoo.

Dumpy gets louder, and butts against the newcomer's shoulder. Out of, y'know. Love.

The good news is that gets Rhys' attention and gets him moving. Towards Sherlock. Congrats! ]

He's just being friendly!

[moneyman]

[ he's probably a little short to be blocking Sherlock's view, but hey, it could happen. let's just say it happened. he's been keeping mostly to himself and his Hyperion buddies due to a recent weird spike of paranoia—baby's first exposure effect—maybe that's why the sudden beeping of his tablet makes him jump.

he pulls it out and glances somewhat anxiously at the message, squinting in confusion while he rereads it again in an attempt to figure out what the hell is happening. then it clicks, and he glances over at Sherlock.

...oh. he takes a few steps to the side. ]

—Oh, I uh... sorry?

[howdull]

[He could have done without the verbal response, but at least his intended target does indeed move to one side. And still not out of the way.

He sighs and raises his tablet again.]

Out of the way generally means to a significantly different location, not still within my eye-line.

[moneyman]

[ what. does this dude just not want to see him? like, at all? is this another one of those "I don't like your face" things that he just gets sometimes?

probably. but he gets the idea and backs away with his tablet until he's completely out of sight. looks like he won't be making another new friend today. ]

Sorry. Again.

[ he's kinda used to this stuff. ]

[headjacked]

[ Despite the warm reunion with one of his favorite people, Rhys has apparently worked himself into a sulk again. He's one-handedly pawing through the food on display, looking for a more sugary option,

No, friends, he will never, ever grow up. ]

Did they have apple pies here? Did someone eat all the apple pies.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe try something with a little more substance to start, mate.

[Friendly advice from your neighborhood doctor, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

I don't want substance, I want pie.

[ But he accepts defeat, picks up a burger, and peels the wrapper back. ]

None of this is good for you, anyway.

[termineur]

Were there apple pies here, before?

[ This is a very important question. Sylar has gone too long without the proper amount of sugar. ]

There's fries and burgers and coffee, but I haven't ever seen any desserts.

[ It's not fair. He doesn't even care about coffee. ]

[headjacked]

I can't say for sure, b-but restaurants like this always seem to stock them, right? Or at least something sweet?

[ Rhys feels like he's just met a kindred spirit. ]

...I do have a little leftover ice cream.