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maskormenacelogs2016-09-10 06:37 pm
heckblazer) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-10 06:37 pm
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i got one for my money, two for my soul {CLOSED}
WHO: John Constantine and Loki, so this will go about as well as you'd expect.
WHERE: A typical American diner in Heropa
WHEN: The morning after John's arrival
WHAT: Just trickster dudes having breakfast and being existential
WARNINGS: John's pottymouth mostly, will update with others when/if they need to be.
[ Maybe, John thought, he should give these Yanks a bit more credit. Not much, but a tiny bit. If only because he could walk into a staple greasy spoon, even in a parallel dimension, and discover that they'd happily adopted proper English breakfasts.
John eased himself into a booth with cracked vinyl cushioning on the seats, tugging at his collar a bit to accommodate the persistent heat that came with being stuck in Florida. A woman with a kind, matronly face came by to take his order - two plates of toast, fried egg, bacon, sausage, beans and tomatoes. John slid her a few American bills while she refilled his coffee. Normally, he would take tea, but the coffee was bottomless. That, he couldn't say no to, especially after a night of wandering the city, trying to figure out just where the hell he was, if it was, in fact, not actually hell. ]
WHERE: A typical American diner in Heropa
WHEN: The morning after John's arrival
WHAT: Just trickster dudes having breakfast and being existential
WARNINGS: John's pottymouth mostly, will update with others when/if they need to be.
[ Maybe, John thought, he should give these Yanks a bit more credit. Not much, but a tiny bit. If only because he could walk into a staple greasy spoon, even in a parallel dimension, and discover that they'd happily adopted proper English breakfasts.
John eased himself into a booth with cracked vinyl cushioning on the seats, tugging at his collar a bit to accommodate the persistent heat that came with being stuck in Florida. A woman with a kind, matronly face came by to take his order - two plates of toast, fried egg, bacon, sausage, beans and tomatoes. John slid her a few American bills while she refilled his coffee. Normally, he would take tea, but the coffee was bottomless. That, he couldn't say no to, especially after a night of wandering the city, trying to figure out just where the hell he was, if it was, in fact, not actually hell. ]