denny's

[enginesock]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. Okay, you have no excuse to be here because Denny's is doing delivery now. This is the age we live in. Denny's delivers. Dear god.

Comments

dr mel king | the pitt | ota

[sassymoodynasty]

[ It's been a hell of a shift - possibly something closer to a double - and it truly looks like it was Denny's or falling asleep on the bus.

At least option one has hot coffee, sugar packets, and a plate of waffles she's making a dedicated effort to get through between bouts of scrolling. ]

James T. Kirk | Star Trek AOS | OTA

[smartass_captain]

[Beat to shit, hair every which way, shiner that looks far too fresh? It's 3am at Denny's; is anyone really surprised?

Despite how roughed up the blonde appears, he's clearly the one able to walk away. He's slumped back into one booth sipping coffee and going over some kind of report.]

[thecanarylives]

[ Sara’s sporting a bloody lip, hair thrown into a messy bun as she drops into the booth across from him, menu in hand. ]

You know they don’t sell booze here?

dr mark watney | the martian | ota

[shitpotatoes]

[ Pancakes and bacon? Picked at. Coffee? Third of its name. Sleep schedule? Don't worry about it.

He's tucked into a booth, a well-loved and worn NASA branded hoodie pulled on over jeans in a similar state. Hell, even the paperback, bent and folded within an inch of its life, seems to match. ]

romanoff | marvel

[maskirovka]

[ breakfast food = best food. she’s having pancakes with strawberry syrup, hot tea, and may or may not be watching the door, waiting for someone, or just hanging out. the world may never know. ]

Sara Lance | DCTV | OTA

[thecanarylives]

[ She smells like smoke and gunpowder, and she’s sipping a milkshake around a bloody lip, her boots propped on the booth bench across from her.

She’s got a black t-shirt thrown on over her Canary getup, not bothering to hide the leather pants or the black leather jacket crumpled under the motorcycle helmet next to her. ]

The Pilot | OC | OTA

[borrowedmedia]

[ooc: Info Here. ]

[The tall, lanky stranger with a long mane oh dark hair kept loose, a coat pulled over their shoulders, and tinted sunglasses at night looked like a time traveler stuck in between dimensions. They took a table in the corner, by a window, and perused the menu with a look oh bweilderment.

Upon being asked to order, they seemed to panic for a moment before blurting out:]

Hot coffee, with cream and sugar, and-

Waffles.

[Waffles? It was what was being ordered at a table within line of sight.]

With berries. And bananas.

[That was a normal, human order... Right? It didn't look too much like an insomniac dormitory resident, did it?]

jack abbot — the pitt

[ptmc]

[ He's in during the early morning, looking rough around the edges but awake and hungry after eating some mints and a granola bar during his shift. There's coffee and pancakes in front of him to start with. ]

Ilya Rozanov- Heated Rivalry

[rozanov81]

[Ilya us digging into his food as if he hasn't eaten in days. He has a plate of waffles, a burger, moons over my hammie and a shake in front of him. He also has a nice shiner that spreads from his eye to his nose, none of which seems to concern him as he digs in.]

Agnès Claudel | Trails (Daybreak 1, 2, Horizon) | OTA

[octogenesis]

[ It's not the first time nor is it the last time she was up late. She was sitting at a booth by herself with a menu open in front of her, though she probably wasn't paying much attention to it. Her attention was more on the door and those who either entered or walked past. ]

Yamada 💭 OC - OTA

[changeyourself]

Bio- A relaxed shapeshifter from a world where, once a month, the moon opens an eye and triggers reality-altering events wherever it looks. After a lifetime of dead-end jobs, Yamada has recently begun using their abilities to do good as part of an anti-Moon Gaze organisation, dealing with monsters and supernatural criminals.

[ Yamada is a cat person, which is not normally a literal expression. But here he is, an extremely handsome pitch-black cat with shockingly bright green eyes. The eyes look especially piercing, coming out of that abyss like black fur, under the bright lights of the restaurant.

Slowly, his gaze moves from the person to their meal, and back again.

Look he's not proud of it, but he lost his phone and that's how he pays for everything. ]

[desertwhisper]

[For her part, Sand is carefully ignoring the handsome black cat. Or so it seems. But she is very aware of him; very aware of how he glances at her meal, and then back at her face. Gone begging. A part of her says how pathetic, but there's another part of her that remembers digging into rubbish piles and dumpsters, not all that long ago.

She will not demean him by patting the seat or taking on the cajoling tone most humans use with cats, but she does give a subtle nod, though she does narrow her eyes just a little.]

You are not eating my pancakes.

Matt Murdock | MCU | OTA

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[Ignore the lawyer in a nice enough suit sitting in the back of the restaurant with a pot of coffee, a split lip, bloody knuckles and a plate of Moons Over My Hammy. It's been a long day.]

Merlin || Mythology

[legendarium]

[ He's sitting quietly in a booth, neatly eating a short stack with a few slices of bacon. Maple syrup, black coffee, and a newspaper open on the table. Despite the normal appearance, there's an air of something...quite possibly something twinkling in the air above the table. ]

[allthecharm]

[She settles across from him, cup of tea in hand.]

Black coffee? That's a cruel way to treat yourself.

Jeff The Land Shark| Marvel Comics| OTA

[sharkdog]

[He's currently bussing the tables...and what we means he's eating any and all leftovers.]

frank castle | mcu

[occisor]

( sporting a myriad of bruises and scrapes, favoring one side with dark bags underneath his eyes, he's there, drinking coffee and staring at a menu. )

yelena belova — mcu

[shitplan]

( yelena's covered in soot but there's a grin on her face. she's currently dumping hot sauce on her eggs and eating a piece of crispy bacon. )

Clark Kent | Superman 2025 | OTA

[newsbeat]

Pennywise | IT Franchise | OTA18+

[the_galloo]

[Taken on a human form, however brief it'll be. Definitely not here checking out the tasty nice service.]

[5min]

[ Daybit's sitting behind the counter, at the furthest end, just as if the distance would keep him even more out of view than he usually is. He waits for the waiter to see him, not bothering to flag anyone to take his order. He already knows what he's going to ask, so no need to waste more time delivering menus. As he sits, he searches his pocket, fishing up one of the edible sugar skulls Tezcatlipoca gave him before pocking it back. He remembers a good father always taught a boy never to spoil his appetite before dinner.

His gaze flits to see the new patron who enters the mediocre diner, a man dressed as a clown, maybe. He stares at him for one minute. The young man's purple eyes show no light reflected in them, as if he were truly gazing from somewhere so deep and beyond light could travel. And then he turns his head away to greet the waiter, who finally reaches him. ]

A Slammin’ Meal Deal.   [ He holds up his hand to reject the menu and wastes no time with house suggestions or questions. And the drink...] Diet Coke, but I can settle for anything you have available. Thanks.

Badou Nails | DOGS: Bullets and Carnage

[brokeassgoing]

 

Ben (Kenobi) | Star Wars

[barash]

 

Delia Battista ✨ Star Trek OC ✨OTA, 21+

[attackpatternbattista]

[Basic gist: Largely faction-neutral Orion mercenary in her mid thirties, can be adapted into most any Star Trek timeline point for ease of RP, flirty, easy to get along with, but extremely observant. Pilot, mercenary, ship captain. Also comes in various Starfleet AU flavors as desired.

Time is an illusion based on perception.

But it's still some time after 0230 in the morning, Delia's settled in a booth, eating as she taps at a datapad every so often, frowning in thought.]

Claurant Masaud | OC | OTA

[fathersonspirit]

[ He's lounged by the counter with a cup of cooling coffee and a newspaper, more interested in a piece tucked away on page four than his drink. He idly stirs the drink with a spoon as he reads, taking a glance up and around his surroundings every so often. Claurant doesn't actually touch his coffee until he's certain no one's watching, popping open the flask on his hip and pouring a hefty amount in. ]

Aizawa Shouta | My Hero Academia | OTA

[sleepybinchdisease]

[There's a half-drunk cup of coffee sitting on the table as though it's been abandoned, but if you circle around the booth... there's a yellow sleeping bag lying across one of the seats, and it's clearly occupied. There's even a spray of messy black hair sticking out, right above the zipper.

Presumably he hasn't gotten kicked out yet because he is a paying customer.]

Alyosha | Genshin Impact

[bayinghounds]

Adaine Abernant } D20: Fantasy High

[andsoismyfrog]

a] [ the corner booth is definitely big enough for at least six people. the corner booth is also clearly loaded down with the carnage of six people's half-eaten plates of what, upon unnecessarily close inspection, appears to be cottage cheese a la mode. however, only one person seems to be sitting in the booth.

she's clearly a teen, and she's clearly exhausted. her jean jacket and pale hair are covered in dust and spatterings of blood. the attempt to be posted up and alert was valiant, but she does appear to now be nodding off over her plate. ]


b] [ who is denny? girlie, you're in elmville, and this is basrar's soda fountain--less breakfast, admittedly, but definitely all ice cream all the time. and that's beautiful.

the server is clearly a local teen, as perked up as she can be as she stops at the booth but certainly wearing the slightly haunted look of someone staring down the barrel of their junior year of high school (such a particular hell). ] So what can we get you?


c] [hmu with whatever other teen-friendly john-hughes nonsense o/]

sylvie | mcu

[villr]

[ There's a frankly alarming stack of waffles in front of someone sitting cross-legged in a booth. On the table in front of her is an array of squishies and what looks like a trading board. Someone's clearly been busy.

If you approach, she gestures at you with her fork, and around a mouthful, demands: ] Sit if you're trading something.

[the_galloo]

The man about her age cocked his head, looking at the toys and the placemat. He had short loose red hair, bright wide blue-green eyes, plush pink lips wet as he gave them a short lick.

He plopped down in the chair opposite. Waitress came by, he ordered coffee, black, nothing else.

After a moment of looking at it all he grinned and pulled from his coat an old nesting doll and set it on his side. It had seen better days, scuffed and chipped, smear of something dark on it.

“All those for this?” He asked. It was by far not a fair deal on her part, but he would try anyway, see what he could get away with.