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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-20 18:12:00

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castiel, day 1: reboot, dean winchester, mickey's diner, phoebe halliwell, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine)

Day One - 9:45am
Who: Remy LeBeau, Dean Winchester, Phoebe Halliwell, The [Ninth] Doctor, Castiel and OPEN!
What: Meeting at the diner.
When Day 1 - 9:45am
Where: Mickey's Diner
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

It'd taken the pair almost half an hour to mosey their way from the gas station way the other end of the town to the diner that seemed to be somewhat central. Not because Remy hadn't been walking quickly. Oh no, he'd been doing his best to move along at a solid pace with those long strides and his pausing here and there to write in his journal-- but Dean had kept interrupting him, stepping in front of him, talking to him.. and the people who had been talking to him in the journal had slowed him down as well. What was this? Some plot to make them as late as possible to the diner, after he'd told everyone else to meet them there promptly? Conspiracy.

Still, the fifteen minute walk had taken them twice as long and that was alright with him, at least they were arriving there, right? A few more notes in his journal as they came closer to that diner, then he was drawing up to a stop, looking it over, tucking his journal back into the box that was settled under his arm (filled to the brim with cigarettes and gum, thank you very much) and turning to face Dean once again.

Rogue hadn't answered him.. did that mean she wasn't here any longer? The Doctor hadn't answered, either. And he hoped to God he didn't get Logan's decapitated body back today, just because the assholes upstairs thought it was fun to traumatize the Cajun. He was expecting just a few to turn out, no one ever really came to these general meetings, in his experience. But it didn't matter.. as long as he got to see some familiar faces, he'd be pleased.

"Late t' our own party an' we still 'de firs' ones here." Chimed over to the Winchester boy with a smile.

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-20 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean did a quick scan of the diner, nothing made it seem any different than the billions of other diners he'd been to...except the lack of people. Still, diner meant condiments and condiments meant- he grinned seeing the salt shaker on one of the tables and immediately went for it. He hadn't seen any signs of demonic activity but there was no way he was getting caught unprotected. Hell, if necessary he could probably make a devil's trap in ketchup. Nobody could every say the Winchester boy wasn't resourceful.

Deep down Dean knew he should be freaking out more about this, waking up in a strange place with an incredibly strange dude who claimed they were basically lab rats? Yeah, he should be shitting bricks right now but to be totally honest he just didn't have the energy. Maybe later he could have a fun little freak out, yeah that sounded nice. Right after he found Sam.

Dean began salting the doors and windows, making himself feel useful. "You think there's any food here in this dive? We should probably stock up while we can."

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 12:06 am UTC (link)

No air conditioning. Why did he expect the diner to have air conditioning? That was just plain stupid. Still, he couldn't help that he looked a little disappointed upon entering the diner. He might have said something more, but then Dean was grabbing a salt shaker and.. was he salting the doors? Really?

"Y' tryin'a protec' us from wi'ches an' sparkly vampires? Ain' none 'dem here, homme." Assured with a little smirk.. though, he almost hoped that there was a darker breed of vampire here. Over the years, he'd realized just how much he missed Selene.

"Don' t'ink 'deres any food, homme. Wasn' any in 'de gas sta'ion, prolly ain' any here, bu' we can check 'de ki'chen." Even as he said it, he was moving gracefully towards that counter and setting his box down, eying the cigarettes a moment before hopping over the counter top in a single fluid motion. This man had really missed his calling as an acrobat, or a dancer. Landing deftly on the other side, he was nudging open that swinging door with the little porthole and was beginning to head into the back part of the kitchen.

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so_impressive
2010-06-21 12:10 am UTC (link)

"Nothing to see back here." Came a sudden voice from that back kitchen, one hand shooting out to catch that intruding red-head in the chest and push him back away from entering into the back as he'd so clearly been planning to do. He'd force him to take a few steps back before dropping his hand and breaking into a smile. "Hello, I'm the Doctor, you're in my space. There's nothing back there for you, no food, no working appliances and absolutely nothing that's any use to anyone. Now." He turned sharp blue eyes from that man with the Cajun's accent to the other man with the darker hair.

"Who are you two?" Leather-clad arms were coming up to cross over his chest. He'd left that young woman in the back kitchen and was now the only thing standing between her and these two men who could very well be robbers or some sort, or even the people who'd taken him from his TARDIS, taken him from the Time War, and put him right here.

And he needed to get back. Now. He needed to Time Lock the planet and he needed to do it fast.

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	fallen_hunter79 2010-06-21 12:22 am UTC (link)
	He raised an eyebrow at the apperance of the random hiding English dude. Something about him kinda freaked Dean out. " I'm Dean Winchester, got any idea what's going on here Doc?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

fallen_hunter79
2010-06-21 12:19 am UTC (link)

"Dude you really gotta work on that accent, I'm only getting about half of what you're saying." Last time he had heard people talk like this was when he was doing a voodoo job down in New Orleans, he hadn't understood anybody then either. Sam was always his littler translater, he had the patients to listen carefully.

"Don't care if there aren't any "wi'ches", something picked a bunch of people up from different places and brought them here seemingly overnight. I know there are a bunch of people because I'm talking to them through a notebook, that rates pretty high on the weird shit-o-meter so better safe then sorry."

He hoped the counter and tried to break into the cash register. Stealing was wrong, Dean would mostly agree with that statement in many situations but this wasn't one of them.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 12:29 am UTC (link)

"Work on 'de accen'? Mebbe y' gotta work on un'erstan'in' 'de accen'. Ain' har', jus--" But then that man was coming from the kitchen and planting a hand against his chest, backing him up and away until the small of his back connected with the counter right beside Dean.

Then a grin broke out on his face. "Doct'r! L'Autre Docteur--" The other Doctor, of course. There were two. Try not to think too hard about it, Doctor, it might just make your poor war-hardened brain explode. "Y' 'member me, non? C'mon.." Oh, here was hoping. He even flashed a little grin over at Dean in the hopes that he might remember too, if the Doctor could remember. Soon, black and red found the Time Lord once more.

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so_impressive
2010-06-21 12:34 am UTC (link)

"Other Doctor?" The Doctor prompted with a cautious look. That was French, untranslated French. That meant that the TARDIS wasn't anywhere nearby. Great. Just where was he, the diner from Hell? Of course it was, it was Mickey's diner. He hated the name Mickey, he liked Rickey much more. Rickey the Mouse! It sounded so much better, right? Apparently, his friend Walt hadn't thought so.

However, that other man was speaking a second later and the Doctor dropped his hand down at his side and focused those sharp blue eyes onto him instead. "Yes, I know exactly what's going on here. We're in a diner. And you're trying to rob it." He pointed to the register which had been mashed on and was just popping open. Then he gave the brunette a pointed look. Though, the stuff about remembering him? Well, that deserved some attention as well and he was looking once again to the red-headed Cajun. Cajun, really? He never saw Cajuns anymore.

"No, I don't remember you. Now if the two of you will scoot along, I'm busy trying to save us all from where ever it is we are. I'm assuming the two of you don't belong here anymore than I do, right? And I'm assuming you're eager to get home to your wives and your mothers and your little ape babies, isn't that so? That'll happen a lot faster if I stop getting these interruptions."

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-21 12:45 am UTC (link)

Dean glared at the new guy, did everybody in this place have an accident? And was everybody an ass? He thought Gambit was bad, at least he was friendly. "No home, no wife, mom's dead, and I'm fresh out of ape babies so why don't you calm the hell down? Bet we could get out of here a lot quicker if we didn't leave our safety up to one doctor."

He glanced at the now opened cash register and pocketed the whopping four dollars and sixty sense. Watch out Bill Gates! "And I'm not robbing, in times of crisis we like to call it looting."

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 01:08 am UTC (link)

"Big home, lossa wives, two moms an' plen'y uh monkeys, 'dat mean I get uh outta jail free card?" Asked with a brilliant smile from the red-head who seemed to be enjoying this. He clearly knew the Doctor and certainly wasn't scared of him. He was, though, a little dismayed that he wasn't remembered.. that meant that if the other Doctor was here that he might not remember him either. That made him the smallest bit concerned, but there was no reason to get too worried yet.. the Doctor would remember him. His Doctor would remember him.

And when that big-eared man started talking about them robbing the place? Well. "Dean's righ', y' know. Calle' lootin' in times uh 'mergency." He nodded, crossing his arms across his chest and focusing completely upon the Doctor again. "How y' gonna get outta 'dis, 'den? Didn' work so well las' time."

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powerofpheebs
2010-06-21 02:56 am UTC (link)

As if she weren't confused enough. Just when she thought she was getting the hang of this empathy thing, suddenly there were so many voices and so many emotions and finally, Phoebe had to step out of the kitchen. "Good God, could you people pipe down." Dean would be happy to hear a completely American accent, but it was an awfully angry one.

She looked back and forth between the two newcomers, surprised and kind of annoyed and really, just trying to get the feelings radiating off of the two of them to a mere murmur in her head. "Who're you two? Are there a ton of people here or what?"

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-21 06:21 am UTC (link)

"American!" he spread his arms in triumph, resisting the urge to hug the new though not at all unattractive girl. "You are now my new favorite person!" Ok, maybe that was a bit of an overstatement but he so didn't care, he could understand this chick without having to try.

"Umm...you guys are the only people we've met so far but through the weird journal thing," he shook the journal as if that explained his statement, "I get the feeling there's more." Decided to actually be civil since...well, this chick was hot he put on the Dean Winchester smile and held out his hand. "I'm Dean, the little pink number over there is Gambit," he nodded to the redheard.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 10:59 pm UTC (link)

"I'm 'merican." Remy said those words with what sounded like shock, as if he were offended that Dean had been insinuating that he wasn't American. Sure, he was Cajun.. but that was American. French Cajun-- still American! Well, mostly. French had been his first language and he spoke it much better than English, but that was because of his accent!

"Stripper?" He asked Dean suddenly, as if he'd just read that line he'd written nearly twenty minutes ago. He hadn't, of course, he'd read it long ago.. but it was just sinking in. "Y' t'ink I'm uh stripper?"

A pause.. then he smiled in a sly sort of way.

"Coul' be, couln' I?" Oh, don't blow up his ego any more, Dean. Intentionally or not. Because it was much too big as it was.. and with the Doctor around? Well, egos were bound to be clashing and causing a ruckus.

"M' Gambit," reintroduced "An' 'das 'De Doct'r. L'Autre Docteur." The other one, not the real one. Well, yes the real one, but not the first one. Okay, technically the ninth one and he came before the tenth one but still not the first one Remy had met, so he got to be the Other Doctor. "An' oui, gonna be lossa ot'ers. I been here 'fore. Ain' gonna be pretty."

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