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When the students entered the dangershop, they found it to have been set up like a stereotypical novelty breakfast restaurant, right down to the dirndls worn by the harried yet unflappable waitress. The students were free to order any item they wanted from the menu . . . so long as they paid for it. Toaster waffles were on offer for free, though.

Daisy sat at a long table to one side of the restaurant, reading the obituaries section of today's Washington Post and sipping some coffee. She had a brown leather journal on the table in front of her, and the specials board behind her had a list of the students' names:

Alec
Veruca Cally
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

Daisy waited for everyone to arrive and get their breakfast on before setting down the paper.

[ooc: ~~wait for the OCD~~. I will have to be afk in the afternoon/evening to attend a gathering for a friend of mine who has passed away, but I will be online from late Friday night through Saturday morning (I hope) to grab up the pings.

PLEASE NOTE: the following is entirely optional. Should your character get caught, I can have them get harrassed by a graveling. Also, should your character not find their target in time, the target will die in a suitably canonish wacky fashion. These are ENTIRELY OPTIONAL. Please let me know if you'd like this to happen in the OOC thread.

All threads are open ~~as soon as OCD is up~~, since my time for RP is limited. Expect to be out IG by about 4 pm.

And thanks to

walter_n_wires and

futurebucs_star for offering to help with playing NPCs

ETA (3:45 pm EST): And off I go.

walter_n_wires and

futurebucs_star: feel free to mod those npcs you feel comfortable with. I'll pick up any hanging pings and threads when I return. I apologize for the inconvenience of having to go AFK, but it could not be avoided.]

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There is a rather round woman with horn-rimmed glassed and... interesting makeup at the hotdog cart. It appears that she is attempting to drown her hotdog in toppings.

Cally instantly assumed 'heart attack victim', and tried to make her way over to the cart.

She thought about trying the whole 'long lost friend' thing. But then realized she didn't even know the full first name. So she'd have to wing it.

"Hey, Cathy? Is that you?"

The woman didn't look up, instead continuing to load her hot dog.

Cally had to improvise.

"UHhh, Miss Dale? Is that you? I'm a representative from the doughnut of the month club."

The woman slowly, one might even say somewhat creepily, looked up at Cally, but didn't say anything.

"We have a special offer for you," Cally quickly said. "I just need you to sign a form, and we can give you a free double membership. That's twice the donuts."

The woman still gave Cally her patented creepy look, but finally said, in a very quiet voice, "Okay."

Cally was totally creeped out by the look.

And then suddenly realized she didn't actually have a form. "If you'd just come with me around the corner?" She reached over to gently touch the woman against the shoulder.

And plant the post-it at the same time.

Crystal twisted her head to look at Cally's hand, since no one ever touched her.

"You're not my type."

This girl was getting creepy.

Cally's eyes bugged.

"Just saw some lint, that's all," Cally said. "Oh, and your tag is showing, let me get that for you."

Crystal continued to give her the hairy eye. The woman had to blink someday, didn't she?

Cally was very disturbed. "Hold on." She tried to get around the woman. Assuming she'd let her.

Crystal does an impressive dead fish imitation. Watch her stare and stare.

Cally reached over to try and 'fix the woman's tag'.

And tag her with the post-it, of course.

Crystal kept her attention fixed on Cally's face in a most unnerving manner, likely allowing her the chance to tag her.

Cally tagged the woman. And pulled her hand back fairly quickly.

"Oh, my pager is going off," she said hastily. "I think there must be a cream filling emergency I have to go take care of."

She was edging back, more on the fast side of slowly.

Crystal was still staring. Nothing more.

Cally waved and took off.

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