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Dean Winchester (of_little_faith) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-04-16 18:43:00

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!status: complete, cavan darling, dean winchester, ninth doctor, sympathy daniels

deja vu (the doctor, cavan, sympathy)
Dean drove out of the development where the house was and out onto the main stretch of... wherever this town was. He was looking for major landmarks, and anything familiar at all--including people he knew, just walking around.

Still, they didn't get far into the drive before Dean's stomach was gurgling. He didn't really want to put off the search, but food? With him? It couldn't wait.

Dean pulled into the lot of the Friendly's as it came up on his right. At least that was something sort of familiar. He parked the car, and with a sigh, turned to explain all of what was going to happen in there to Sympathy.

"Alright. I'm really hungry, and that's... gonna get in the way of trying to do what we wanna do. So we're gonna go in there and get some food and then go back to looking around."

He looked at her, eyes searching hers. This was going to be a lot for her. "It might be loud in there, but it's just a place that serves food, and we'll go as quick as we can."

Dean gave her a quick nod, got out of the car, closed the driver's side door, and waited for her right at the door of the restaurant. Part of him wanted to walk around the back and see if there was a big blue box there.

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no_sympathy
2013-04-17 02:18 am UTC (link)

Sympathy slid out of the car, hearing Dean's words but not looking at him. Her gaze was on the place that he had brought her. She knew of taverns and other such establishments that served food. This one, though, was very different. It looked a little like the houses that they'd started out in. And it said Friendly's across the front of it.

"I know of taverns, Dean." She chided a little. Though she didn't think she would have called this a tavern. Or a pub. Or an inn, for that matter.

She followed him inside and discovered that the interior was just as strange - if not stranger - than the outside. It was very clean. Very bright. Very not anything she had experienced before. And there were children. Not poor little urchins begging for food or trying to work for coin. Happy ones. Clean ones. They were everywhere.

Sympathy was becoming visually overstimulated fairly quickly.

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darling_boy
2013-04-17 02:25 am UTC (link)

Cavan wasn't exactly sure what to make of the place. He'd followed the Doctor because he didn't know anybody else around. It seemed like the best choice. He didn't want to be in that house anymore, and the man seemed willing to explore with him. When food had been mentioned, The Doctor ducked aside quickly and Cavan found himself staring at a building that was all too familiar.

On the inside, it looked exactly like the place he'd met Dean. Except for the mural. The mural was really fucked up. In a special kind of fucked up way.

So while it was all much like what he'd seen in York, it was very surreal to him. This one was also a lot busier. Kids. Families. People smiling. Cavan felt a little out of place with his all black attire and somewhat grim expression.

Not made any better by the contrast of the ice cream concoction on the table in front of him. It was adorable, and he'd been encouraged to get it by The Doctor, who seemed to enjoy the simple things in life to an extent that Cavan had not encountered before. He'd ordered it to shut the guy up, but when it came out, he'd not been able to stop staring at it for more than two seconds.

It was staring right back at him.

The whole looked like a monster. Eyes, ears, a nose. He supposed he should have expected as much, given what it was called. But his mind had gone big, not shaped to look like a thing.

"I hope you're happy." He said. It might have been aimed at the doctor, it might have been aimed at the monster.

In one of his two second breaks from the gaze of his ice cream, Cavan looked up and noticed a man who looked very familiar. Dean. More familiarity. So very wrong. The woman he was with looked as dazed as he felt.

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justthedoctor_
2013-04-17 02:35 am UTC (link)

The Doctor liked anywhere cheerful.

As long as it was the proper kind of cheerful.

Friendly's was familiar, because they had those back where they'd just come from. York. The American east coast. He had no idea where they were just now. It hadn't shown up on the TARDIS's normal charts, and that was troubling.

But the Doctor didn't believe that whatever'd done this would do something like deny them food. No. That hardly seemed the point.

He'd ordered himself a rootbeer float that two small toddlers could possibly drown in, and grinned as Cavan said he hoped he was happy.

"Oh, as I can be," the Doctor said. "Ice cream's a marvelous invention. Really added something to the dessert world."

He sucked loudly on his straw. Delicious!

But Cavan's face was troubled, so he turned his head to see what was the problem. Ah! Good!

"Oh, excellent!" he said, brightly. "Please do come and join."

He waved a lanky arm toward the booth and moved closer to the partition that separated this side of the restaurant from the side with all the kids.

Some had balloons.

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of_little_faith
2013-04-17 02:41 am UTC (link)

Dean almost immediately felt badly for bringing her in here. It was full, and he knew that was a lot for someone who wasn't exactly from 'now.'

"It's okay. We'll get something to eat and we'll go."

He was mid-grab of a waitress's arm to try to get a to-go order when he locked eyes with Cavan.

"Did you want..."

Dean let the girl's arm go.

"Uh, sorry. No." He gave her a charming smile, then dropped it as soon as she walked away, looking from Cavan to the lanky weird guy he sat with, who was apparently inviting them to sit down.

Dean's eyebrows drew together as he watched the guy slide over.

"I know him," Dean said to Sympathy, pointing to Cavan. He started to walk to the table and slid into the booth next to the weird guy, eying him all the while.

"Why are you so cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?" he asked the guy, arching an eyebrow. "And what... what the fuck are you eating?"

He pointed to the sundae in front of Cavan.

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no_sympathy
2013-04-17 02:50 am UTC (link)

The pirate eyed the balloons. The children. She also eyed Dean, who had brought her into this fresh hell. Sympathy was many things, but a mothering sort was not one of them. And who let children into taverns anyway?

She watched Dean sit with the new pair, curious as to what was going on there as well. Not just with the thing sitting in front of the younger one. But how they knew each other.

Why they were here.

"Yes." She leaned forward after sitting, trying to get a general feel of what she was seeing. It looked like a face. A small creature. And it was cold. "What is that. A little hobgoblin, of course, that is not the question here. What the fuck is it."

For once, her swear was not in Spanish.

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darling_boy
2013-04-17 02:53 am UTC (link)

Cavan watched Dean sit, and eyed the strange woman. He corrected himself. She didn't look as dazed as he felt. She looked downright lost. Like not one part of anything made sense to her.

"Dean, meet the guy who owns the box that you touched. You know. The blue one. That says police. His name is The Doctor."

His eyes had wandered back toward the monster in front of him. Untouched. Staring at him.

"To be fair, I haven't eaten any of it yet."

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justthedoctor_
2013-04-17 03:11 am UTC (link)

The Doctor sipped his rootbeer float and waved cheerfully to Dean and to the lady. He set the cup down and said "Hello!" very brightly.

He was regarding the girl.

What the fuck is it.

"Ice cream. With some candy pieces. Whipped cream, chocolate sauce..."

He was trying to gauge where she was from by her actions, and by clues about her, how she looked. She was not from now. This was not her time. The clothing, the look on her face...

"Bit different from the kind you might've seen, I imagine. Was just starting be something people published a recipe for?</i>" He arched a brow.

He turned, then, and regarded the boy, who was staring at the side of his face.

"May I help you, Dean Winchester?"

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of_little_faith
2013-04-17 03:17 am UTC (link)

Dean was focused on the menu he'd grabbed from a neighboring table for the explanation of the sundae. Once he'd decided he'd like Cheddar Jack Chicken Supermelt, he put that aside.

He hadn't wanted Sympathy to sit next to this guy, but she didn't know Cavan either, and he was hoping she could keep it together.

... just starting to be something people published a recipe for?

Dean turned his head and STARED at the guy's face.

May I help you, Dean Winchester?

The muscles in his jaw worked and jumped under his skin. One, what the hell?! How did he just... sort of... guess where... when... whatever... she might be from? And how did he know Dean's name?

"Oh, you better," Dean said, with a smirk that bordered on mean. He turned his attention to Cavan for a moment. "Where's the bowtie? Are you SURE?"

The Doctor, huh?

"How do we know you didn't do all of this, if you're the Doctor?"

A waitress came by, and Dean placed his order. He looked at Sympathy. "Are you hungry?"

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no_sympathy
2013-04-17 03:23 am UTC (link)

She had heard of the ice cream, and had even had a sample of it on one of her voyages. It was not a treat for those who didn't have money, and was not something that she'd thought that she would see again, or in such quantities. And it certainly had not looked like that.

She sat back in the seat and looked at Dean.

"You will have to choose for me." She shrugged. "I have no idea what any of it is. I am not picky."

Even with a glance at the thing that Dean had been holding, Sympathy knew that she wouldn't understand any of it. It was a simple enough concept for her to grasp. This was a new time, a new place, and none of it would make sense until she had experienced it.

"The Doctor? A doctor of what? On a ship? Or are you a pirate, too, and this is the name they call you by? I have many names."

She turned her attention to the younger one, then. "And you are?"