Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird

[handpuppeeet]

Characters: Ankh and eeeveeerybooody~
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.

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[hoboherooo]

Things seemed to be looking up - there hadn't been any incidents since that bit with the phantoms that would trigger another purple medal freakout.

Eiji had been having some strange things happen in the meantime, however. Occasionally his vision would blur, or things wouldn't feel right. He'd shook it off as something set upon him by this place.

Now, though, now was time for food. Which meant oatmeal. Ice cream was good, but this much was just too much. Unless you were...

Eiji stops in his tracks, looking into the kitchen area. He's gotta be hallucinating. He rubs his eyes, then looks again.

"Ankh?!"

[handpuppeeet]

Any further attempts to try and eat were just thwarted by this stupid human gag reflex. What the heck was wrong with the detective's body now? Screw this, throw it against the wall. This was pissing him off.

Ankh stopped when he heard Eiji call his name, turning and already fixing a glare on him. "Hey, Eiji!" He strode over angrily, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "What's going on here?!"

This seriously was not his day.

[hoboherooo]

Well, that was something definitely familiar. "Ah-ah, well, we've been pulled to this tower apparently because our world got destroyed, or something. It's weird."

Eiji is here to make your day worse, Ankh. He's been lurking and avoiding people as much as he can, so he doesn't know much.

[handpuppeeet]

A "Tch" came out of his mouth and Ankh just shoved Eiji away, flicking his hair out of his face. "I guess that crazy doctor managed to pull it off."

Wait. Then his imposter...?

"Wait. Have those purple medals done anything..?!" He asked, gesturing with his Greeed arm. Not that he wanted to think about that stupid dream again, but if Maki managed to pull it off, something should've happened..

Kitchen

[hiivemiindiing]

[ well Ankh has two sets of eyes watching him. One red. One blue. Their heads tilt a bit, both halves of one just grinning from ear to ear.

they're not having issues eating their ice cream. ]

Hehehehe. Thmooth.

[handpuppeeet]

Tch.

[Aw this was not what he needed right now. He's just gonna wipe the ice cream away from his mouth and glare.]

What are you looking, brats?

1/2

[hiivemiindiing]

Hehehe. Bratth. He called uth bratth.

[hiivemiindiing]

[ and this one nudges the other. ]

Haven't heard that one in a while.

Dat room

[gimmepie]

Laying innocently on another bed in the room was Dean Winchester, who just happened to be waking up to hear the other man's cursing. He sat up, rubbing his head and wondering what the hell he'd drank the night before to be waking up in an unfamiliar place like this.

Then his memory came back to him. Wasn't he at Bobby's? Why the hell would he wake up anywhere else? Well, at least it looked like the other guy was in the same boat. No use shitting himself over it just yet, so he called out calmly to the guy at the door.

"Let me guess. You don't know why you're here either?"

The best room ever

[handpuppeeet]

Ankh stopped at the sound of another voice behind him; in his shock he hadn't noticed any other people in the room. After another moment of shock, he spun around to see the other man sitting up in bed.

"...." He took a moment to respond, letting out an aggravated "Tch" sound before he spoke, trying to not betray the fact that he was still just a bit freaked out. "No. Or where, for that matter." As much as he hated to admit it to some dumb human.

we should throw parties

[gimmepie]

Oh, this guy was the grumpy kind. Not quite Sam's kind of grumpy, but still in the same ball park. Dean felt an itch growing, speaking to this man, though he knew it was probably none of his concern.

"So the first thing you're gonna do is bolt outta here without checkin' for clues? Kidnappers like that cryptic crap. There's gotta be clues."

True, there probably wasn't much in this room to help them out, and it's not like Dean automatically trusted this guy already, but it couldn't hurt to be a little observant. Like observing the weird-ass suit the guy had on. Or the collar. A quick inspection of himself showed that Dean was wearing the same catsuit, but a different color collar: orange.

Great. He was wearing a body condom and a collar.

We'll have nachos and a dancefloor and demon-slaying games

[handpuppeeet]

"Kidnappers?" Oddly enough the thought had never occurred to him. The only one that had ever even tried that before was that stupid imposter, not even Cazali had been that dumb. But if the imposter had done it, well...why was he still around?

"That's ridiculous. If they wanted something out of us we'd know it by now. Or they want something out of someone else and they want us to sit around here like helpless morons until they get it!" Ankh was actually managing to make himself more angry the more he talked.

Ankh's rage kept building when he noticed the other guy inspecting himself, and realizing there was something around his neck. "What the--?!" He went as far as to make his Greeed arm appear on his right arm and begin yanking at the thing.

[thefourthtry]

Stephanie was, as per usual, having waffles for breakfast, and just happened to be walking by Ankh when he learned about the wonders of oatmeal.

Ah, to be innocent and unaware of its horrors.

"That, my dear friend, is grossness. Also known as oatmeal." She made a face.

"I suggest eating it quickly, and getting it over with. After you down it, you can wash the taste out with something else."

[handpuppeeet]

Ankh jerked his head at Stephanie when he heard her. Geez, people around here sure seemed pretty lax about talking to random strangers. What the heck.

"'Grossness'?" What. "Why in the world do I have to eat this crap? It's ridiculous."

[thefourthtry]

"Because our kidnappers are weird." She paused.

"I can make you a waffle after, if you want. To help get rid of the taste."

[handpuppeeet]

"That's it?!" Apparently he expected more of an answer.

He was getting the exact opposite of answers, and in frustration Ankh broke the popsicle in his hand in half, tossing it aside.

"Waffle..?! What?!" Was that food? He's never had that before. And he's a bit too angry to recall what it tasted like.