The Denny's Meme

[lalarue]

 It's late. Like, 3 A.M. late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing's 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. Or get it delivered. This is what Postmates was made for, dude.

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Lucifer Morningstar | Lucifer | OTA

[lightsthesun]

(these writing muscles are rusty guys, forgive me~)

Lucifer's reasonably sure that he's walked in on a hell-loop that looked remarkably similar to the inside of this particular crusty-looking Denny's. Even the other customers with their sallow skin and vacant expressions seem almost spawn-like to him, as though they didn't belong there, already living with one foot through the veil. He knows a lost soul when he sees one, after all.

He represses a sudden shiver when one woman looks directly at him as he settles into one of the many empty booths, hunkering down. Yeugh, creepy. No, thank you. And it isn't like him not to want to be the centre of attention, to announce, "Hello, losers!" as he strode through the door, revelling in having all eyes on him. But even the Devil himself gets tired of always putting on a performance and, instead, he just gives the young man behind the counter the barest nod when he glances his way, indicating that, yes, he'd like some coffee.

He rubs a hand over his brow, leg bobbing restlessly against the sticky underside of the table, sighing with something like relief as a tepid mug is set down in front of him without a word. At least here he can be reasonably certain that no one will recognise him.

[eagleswept]

Hell-loop, or just somewhere Between two different worlds? Either way, Ganymede, after getting a milkshake, wanders over to the only other person in here who looks like they both don't belong but also is more alive than just a suggestion of life.

It was definitely the wrong sort of night to stretch your legs and go with Hermes, apparently, but he wasn't going to be an inconvenience and demand to go back before Hermes was done.

"I know there's more than enough space to sit without bothering anyone else, but you actually look alive compared to anyone else in here. Mind if I sit?" Ganymede smiles, a little apologetically as he tips his milkshake - runnier already than it should be, so soon after having been made - towards the opposite bench.

hinata shouyo | hq!

[little_giant]

[ feed him. ]

[azuhi]

[Perhaps this is part of a training camp outing? Practice gone very late? And Asahi and Hinata end up getting to bond?]

Methos | Highlander | ota

[live_growstronger]

[While he waits for his grand slam, the old Immortal currently has his face buried into a book and is distractedly sipping his coffee. If anyone happens by they may notice that the text doesn't look to be in any modern language, let alone English.]

[hardlyanangel]

Why was she entering a, what did they call this place?...Denny's, because at times there was a compulsion that was fed by more than her general attraction to some of these modern times. And at this hour, she followed that instinct and followed the hostess who led the woman past the man buried in his book.

A crook of her brow, catching a bit of the text and she abandoned the lead of the woman and simply took a seat from the man. To the confused woman, she simply requested a coffee. To the man she now sat across from.

"A curious text to find one reading so meticulously."

kunimi akira | hq!!

[kunimeh]

[lbr he was definitely dragged here by someone else and is just trying not to fall fast asleep face-first in a stack of pancakes.]

Phil Connors | Groundhog Day (the Musical) | OTA

[goodweather]

Oh, man. He's tired.

The loops haunt him sometimes. Being a better person now doesn't mean he doesn't still have bad days, bad nights, times where the person he used to be peeks through, or times where bad memories from Punxsutawney haunt him, and he just... god, it's exhausting.

But at least here, he's probably the least weird person around. He's too tired to engage on his own but at least it's nice to be in company where everybody's got a story just as (if not more) impossible than his. Just being here does wonders on his sanity.

Phil nurses a cappuccino. He's seated by a window, staring off into the darkness beyond and letting his thoughts just roil around and pass him by.

Zhang "Nyx" Xinyu | OC

[caesa]

( Probably just after challenging and wrecking an entire dojo, so she needs her calories )

Faith Lehane | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | ota

[rockypath]

[Don't get between a Slayer and her pancakes. You're likely to lose a hand!]

peter parker, marvel

[gsoh]

( ota, permissions in journal! )

miguel o'hara, marvel

[fwizz]

( ota! )

Sigma | Overwatch | OTA

[harness_the_harness]

[ Dutch astrophysicist stranded in the U.S. ... with pancakes. ]

chris redfield | resident evil | ota

[boulders]

[ He's likely to be the guy seated in a corner with a large stack of pancakes by himself after coming from either work or the gym. Open to anything. Also am open to writing out a starter. M/F for shipping. ]

[totheflame]

( They've been down this road before. Nowadays, there aren't many roads they can go down that was safe. Luckily for them, this road had Denny's. Ellie scrubs at her hands before she moves her focus onto her face. She gives her face a thorough wash and rinses. Fresh paper towels are a miracle find, Denny's appears to have no short supply of them, and Ellie stuffs her pockets with an excess supply after drying her face.

She comes back to the table with damp hair and moisture on her shirt.

Both of them had come across each other's path some years ago, and through their new routine of safer travels, they would frequent Denny's. The "new routine of safer travels" was a map of safe routes to take from one town to the next. It started with patrol, then with fences, then with walls webbed across the land to protect anything from getting in. The walls also made it difficult to get out, but the non-infected were a lot smarter than the infected and walking dead - they could operate doors, locks, and ladders. Each year their barrier grew and pushed the predators back from their haven. Contracting the infection or becoming part of the hoard of walking death was still a problem within the confines of their safe spots, but it was manageable, for the most part. The bodies are burned immediately after death, and they kept mold and fungus from developing in the areas they used frequently. Still, there were a lot more of them than what humans were left.

It made relationships difficult for Ellie. Probably for everyone, but after a few years, the old military dude became important to her. A mismatched family member, both of them with rough edges that didn't fit but managed to work it out enough they came together every so often.

By the time she sits herself down on the bench, her food is there. Like the brown paper towels, this place seemed to have an endless supply of ingredients with fresh fruit, vegetables, stocks of meat, and harvest to make their plates. Not once did they not have anything she wanted to order. The place was magic, as were some people that came in through those doors. One time she'd even met a gorilla man from a different world - she's never come across him since.

She had a few plates waiting for her when she returned. One plate piles over with nachos and all the toppings and extra cheese, another plate had chocolate chip pancakes, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange juice, one glass of ice, and one glass of water. Even before their meal, she had two cups of hot chocolate and whipped cream. A nice little treat while they waited for their meal. She didn't anticipate finishing the feast, but she was going to put in a good effort. )

Oh...Fuck yeah.

luke skywalker | star wars

[antecede]

[ space denny's/cantina??? maybe in between missions or something?? trying to lay low?

super rusty, bear with me. legends-compliant. prefer to avoid threads calling him out for the actions of the sequels-trilogy-version of him, thanks ]

[configures]

[ It's a sombre mood in this cantina, murmuring and shifting, the clink of cutlery and people trying too hard to keep their spirits up. The sandstorm rages outside, winds clean enough to cut through anything too soft. ]

[ Sonja takes the place across from Luke without preamble. There's no one else at his table except the small droid, and no one on the next table either, but that one's near the window. Outside, a haze of yellow. ]

Do you ever wonder, [ she says, again, without preamble, ] what's so special about their special?

[ The plate sits in front of her, as if to judge. Sonja frowns at it lightly. ]

Helga Pataki | Hey Arnold! / The Patakis

[oldbetsy]

[Teenage AU based on the concept for The Patakis.

Gen or shipping is fine, nothing smutty.]

elizabeth | bioshock: infinite

[disenthraled]

[ obviously, a very specific part of the menu sticks out to her. ]

I mean, how "authentic" can "authentic French crepes" be in... Denny's?

[ not that elizabeth has ever been in one before. ]

spiderman pointing meme

[plusestenvous]

[Here comes the worst equipped person for this question]

But, they could be authentic! What if one of the chefs is French? Oh, we could ask! Although that could be rude... I think we should just go for it!

Vincent Law/Ergo Proxy // Ergo Proxy

[theworldunwinds]

[Either overworked server, or just got off a long shift on his job and has come in to get anything semi edible. Can have Ergo part of it or not.]

Fray Myste | Final Fantasy XIV | OTA

[affrayed]

Guess who's never had money for pancakes before?

He's accepted this oddity, he's not asking questions here. A lot of shit has gone pear shaped prior to this moment after all and if he took the time to ask pressing questions about every weird thing that's happened to him in just the past few weeks, he wouldn't have time for literally anything else.

No, nope. He might not have a single clue what's happening, where he is, or what is going on. What he does know is that for the first time in his short life he has cash for pancakes so fine.

Whatever.

Pancakes it is.

There's plenty of room at the booth, and plenty of food to share. At least the helmet's come off, if only because it's remarkably hard to shovel pancakes into your face through a grate, but he's absolutely refused to remove any of the rest of his armor, and yes that is a man sized claymore leaning up against the side of the booth. Apparently appearing approachable wasn't the top priority to him.

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[Only thing open!

S4 not in play]

arthur owens / original character

[vampoetic]

[ Sometimes... you've just had a long night and want a milkshake. ]

[quatrain]

[ It's harder to filter out what's coming from this plane of existence and not another at night. It's quieter, without the hustle and bustle of life... well, except in select places. Like this Denny's, which appears to be packed to the brim at 2AM.

The hostess at the front is ready to seat the man in line on front of him, but turns to He Ming with a flat apology— ]

Sorry, there's no more seats. You can wait... fifty minutes and a seat should open up at the bar.

[ That's way too long to wait. He Ming chases the man who'd been in front of him, calling out, shameless in the face of pancakes and waffles. ]

Wait! You're here alone, right? [ Saying this with a smile. ] Can I sit with you?

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

There's a plate of pancakes and a milkshake in front of Ganymede, and while that should hopefully make him fit in, it probably just makes everything else about him stand out all the more. What is he doing here, anyway?

Sometimes you just need to stretch your legs and take a break, even if it's in the middle of the night and nowhere near your home, okay? That's just Ganymede tonight. He's probably lucky that even if he can't look like anything but what he looks like, the horse-drawn chariot parked neatly outside looks like a motorcycle at the moment.

Well, it does, unless you can see past that sort of thing.

Jesse McCree | Overwatch | OTA

[almightythirst]

[ He probably ends up making late-night Denny's visits a lot, ngl ]

Ryo Mikajime | Zanki Zero

[artistofenvy]

danny "jed olsen" johnson; ghostface | dead by daylight | ota

[obsessions]

[ here as one tired but otherwise unremarkable guy in glasses and white-collar clothes. Work kept him at the local newspaper office until this late. Or he simply got too caught up in stalking and/or murdering his newest victim that he forgot to eat until now. Either way, he's flipping through the menu without much enthusiasm, an already empty cup of coffee at his elbow.

alternatively: a decrepit Denny's ( or D_NN_'S, going by the sign that's falling apart outside ) at night, surrounded by fog, with no one inside except for some guy in black with a white mask. Did he just go into the kitchen? ]

laura moon | american gods

[rottingly]

castor | fate/

[dioscures]

[ Just your (un)friendly former god of navigation, here to see what all the fuss is about modern human food. Spoilers: he's not impressed. Also, he doesn't want grease on his nice outfit.

He has a stack of pancakes a mile high in front of him, and will death glare anyone who looks his way, even on accident. Anyone who passes close by will get a grumpy-sounding: ] Do not bother me in this place of respite, human! I have not permitted you to look upon me!

[reflectedstar]

[Aren't you human, too?

Ugh. She just wanted some food and while she normally was very careful about what she ate? Hinako just was beyond caring. She gave him a 'am I really hearing this?' look.]

I'm on my way to get some food, don't act like I stepped on your foot or something.

[Already I want to give him a swift punch. He'd fit right in among the school's weirdos if he was a girl.]

Maria Hill | MCU

[standardprocedure]

[OTA for gen, f/m for ships.]

[oldmancreed]

[A large man slides in across from her, a plate of a giant stack of pancakes setting before him on the table.]

You mind? Seemed a little alone.

[But not lonely. He's aware of the difference all too well.]