THE DENNY'S MEME

[anonasu]

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. oh my goodness they have pancakes shaped like rudolph that's adorable

Comments

Rory Monroe ★ OC ★ OTA

[from_dawn_till_busk]

[She's only got a mug of coffee in front of her, but it's a big one and she's been making it last]

bigby wolf | twau

[puffing]

Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Dangan Ronpa

[moraloutrage]

[senkan_yamato]

I think I will order the sticky-bun pancakes, the 'grand slam', a double cheeseburger with fries, and perhaps some pie for a light meal.

What will you be having?

rey | star wars: tfa | ota

[ventifact]

Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan

[spoilsfun]

Guess who

[secretmakesawoman]

[It's early in the morning, so early it would be more accurate to call it night. Vermouth was on her way back from a "mission" when on a whim she decides to stop and eat. Her motorcycle pulls into a nearly empty parking lot. At this hour, it is unlike that anyone would recognize her. And if someone does, at least that will entertain the press for a bit and provide a neat abili for her later on.

Scrolling into the restaurant, she scans the room the moment she enters. A necessary habit with friends like hers. Imagine her surprise to see none other than the Silver Bullet sitting alone at a table. After giving the waitress a believable enough excuse, she strolls over, her heels clacking with an almost eerie confidence.]

Boy, isn't it past your bedtime?

[Her voice is sweet, caring, and far too much of a show to be sincere.]

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[schrodingersghost]

Because sometimes crack with no explanation must happen

[naturaltwohands]

[The door opens and a cold wind blows, snow streaming into the restaurant and around the figure standing in the doorway. It's high winter, and there's a blizzard outside. Everything else has been buried in layers of snow, but somehow.

Somehow, Denny's has remained open throughout the blizzard.

Drizzt Do'Urden has to fight to shut the door behind him, grunting against the wind, but with a great shove, he manages to seal it once again against the winter's chill. He breaths for a moment, dropping the hood of his cloak and shaking his white hair free, also shaking free of it any snow that had managed to blow itself under his cloak. For a few minutes, he rids himself of his winter gear, truly wishing that these modern restaurants had hearths.

That was why Drizzt liked Panera Bread. But alas, Panera Bread was buried in snow, and Denny's had been their only option to meet. With Danny's abilities, he had been able to make the trip easily enough, but it had taken Drizzt far longer in the snow. He was reminded of the joke he had heard from a human grandfather to his grandchild recently; something about traveling uphill both ways in the snow to school.

When he's finally not going to track snow into the main part of the restaurant, Drizzt walks in, spots Danny quickly, and goes to join him. He slips into the booth on the opposite side. Only then does he smile, his lavender orbs glittering with mirth at the difficulty of his trip.]

My apologies for being late. The snow is already deeper than the weatherman expected. I should have known better than to ignore my instincts about this storm.

Kenny Al-Bahir | The War At Home

[rainbowflavored]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[capsteve]

trunks | dragon ball

[trunksbrief]

( Late night of partying and not ready to go back home yet? Don't mind him as he just passes out into his eggs and bacon. )

Sayaka Maizono | Dangan Ronpa

[destage]

[All you can eat pancakes for $4? Sign her the heck up. Though really, the most worrying thing here is the amount of syrup she's putting on them. Who let this girl be in charge of the syrup, this is a mistake.]

[moraloutrage]

Maizono-kun!! Is your syrup bottle broken?! That is far too much!

nico di angelo ▪ heroes of olympus/hidden oracle

[deathkid]

[ sitting in a darker corner, chowing down on a burger with a mountain of fries and a diet coke. it's not every day he gets the chance to chill and eat like this, so he's practically stuffing his face, hoping no monsters pick up his scent. ]

boy I am Rusty on this child

[seventhwheel]

[He's got his own pile of food in front of him but even he can stop to appreciate Nico's appetite.]

This is the most I've ever seen you eat before.

[Don't mind him, he'll just try to snatch one of those fries closest to him.]

Miles Morales - Marvel Comics

[ikicklotsafaces]

shinya hiiragi | owari no seraph | ota

[majorgeneral]

( toast and jam with some coffee for this guy. )

Onodera Ritsu | Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi

[terriblecook]

[ He's got a manuscript due in the morning so he's drinking as many cups of coffee as possible. ]

Sara Lance | DCTV

[thecanarylives]

Judy Hopps || Zootopia

[flufficer]

[ She's vegan so. Moping with coffee it is. ]

[pageandpages]

[Tackle glomps!]

Karen nudged the coffee over to Judy, smiling softly. She wasn't sure why Judy invited her out, other than the fact that her friend needed a shoulder to cry on.

"What's up, Judy? I don't think I've ever seen you like this." Honestly, Judy was always smiling.

Greg House | House M.D. | OTA

[myopathy]

He doesn't sleep much these days. Or at all, really, beyond the occasional power-nap in an empty consultation room. Insomnia or not, exhaustion eventually gets to him and he'll find his chin dipping towards his chest, eyes already closed without his permission. He'll sleep for a couple of hours sometimes, just enough to trick his brain into thinking that it's rested before pain and heavy thoughts tug him back to consciousness before he's ready.

On particularly bad nights he could turn over and scream into his pillow in frustration, desperate for just another few hours, just to rest, but he doesn't. He usually just lies there, considering his ceiling and aimlessly massaging the craggy scar stretched across his thigh before admitting defeat and hauling himself out of bed.

What he does next depends, as it so often does, on the pain in his leg. If it's bad enough, he'll pace his apartment, do laps in his living room to keep both his mind and the muscle moving, distracting himself the best he can. He'll raid his extensive stash for a few extra narcotics to try and take the edge off, despite knowing from experience that it won't work. Unfortunately, they haven't invented a pill that can regrow lost tissue.

Occasionally, he'll sit in his tub with a pill bottle in one hand and a cold compress in the other, alternating between that and the hot water he's sitting in to ease the worst of the spasm. Some nights he can't do anything at all except lie on his couch, gritting his teeth and paying no attention whatsoever to the late-night infomercial on his flat screen, despite how hard he tries. He could have really used those mop-slippers but, thanks to the pain, he'll never know.

Tonight, he needs to go for a walk. It hurts. He has to stop every couple of blocks to catch his breath and to force his knee back into its locked position before he can keep going, uncertain if his leg will continue to bear his weight. He walks in as straight a line as he can, visualizing his next checkpoint up ahead, avoiding losing his focus as much as possible. He walks without an endgame and, eventually, he tires enough that he has to stop for a while before making the decision to turn back.

It just so happens that there's a Denny's across the street.

He eases himself slowly into a seat at one of the many empty tables, hooking his cane onto the edge. He orders a grilled cheese sandwich. Not because he's hungry but because he figures that that's what people with knots in there stomach should eat, a familiar childhood comfort that he never got to experience when he was growing up.

He picks at it slowly, eyes down and unfocused, not really paying much attention to anything around him. It's a deliberate decision. He doesn't want to find clues, to occupy himself with a puzzle, to start looking for answers. Not tonight.

Not when what he really wants to do is just sleep.

So long as cross-canon/cross-medium is fine with you. If not, no problem.

[epistemophilic]

Unlike most reasonable people on a day schedule, Callias is wide awake this late, his energy far too high to let him rest. This isn't much of a problem, especially since it takes a good amount of energy to keep his body in shape, despite its slow-changing nature. It's more for the pleasure of the exertion than the exertion itself.

Although the place is rather empty, his gaze is drawn towards the sight of a lone man at a table. As sociable as he is, it's hard for him to ignore him. So he doesn't. He deliberately moves from the table he ordered - and received his food at - in order to approach the man with a gentle smile, his prosthetic right hand (and half of his forearm) easily visible.

"Hello there," he greets, ruddy brown eyes trained on him. "You alright?" Rather than any sort of playful tone, his voice is decidedly mellow - almost unobtrusively so. Generally speaking.

Although he'd like to sit down with the stranger, he makes sure to wait, to make sure. There would be nothing wrong with talking to him from another table. Personal space, and all that.

Seras Victoria | Hellsing Ultimate

[learningcurves]

 

Carl Grimes | The Walking Dead | OTA

[righthandkid]

Homer Simpson | That Show Named After His Family

[doh_nuts]

The Master Chief | Halo

[prettycoolguy]

[ Saving the world is hungry work, okay? ]

Grif | Red vs Blue

[whyarewehere]

[ Nobody should ever consume this amount of bacon, he has become too powerful. ]

Re: Grif | Red vs Blue

[bachido]

[Kubo can only stare in disbelief. Not that he didn't also eat himself half into a coma but surely there has to be an end to this near consumption sometime.]</small]

jae-ha | yona of the dawn | ota

[leggyout]

[lovedisinterest]

I hate you.

[Rest assured: Hak has said this a bunch of times already tonight. But here he is, saying it again. He hates Jae-ha so much. That's why he's here with him at this Denny's: because he hates him.]

[Also to kick him under the table, most likely. Unless his feet get stuck to the floor.]

Dutch Velders | The Strain

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ As always, Dutch has brought her work with her and has a laptop next to a plate of pancakes. ]

sheila e | jojo's bizarre adventure ( purple haze feedback )

[ekdikisi]

meanwhile, in florida,,,,

[tropism]

We have to share.

[ there is an entire plate of blueberry pancakes and a dollop of butter. giorno is just slathering them with blueberry syrup until the plate is almost drowning. this doesn't seem to bother him; if anything else, he's fascinated by whatever it is that they've ordered. ]

The serving size is huge. I'm told this is only for one person, but I can't eat four pancakes, and take out is not an option, Mista will destroy this place. [ he dips his finger in the syrup, and licks it thoughtfully. ] That is positively disgusting, I can't wait to try it.

The coffee is terrible, by the way, but I find American coffee terrible in general. [ what a snob. ]