wafflehouseic

Who: Klaus and Sophia
What: Hanging out while she's at work.
Where: Tea shop
When: Sunday 28th March
Warnings: Mentions of violence/injury, mentions of drug use.

( This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time )

Who: Sophia and Open
What: Sophia is at work
Where: Adagio Tea
When: Tues afternoon
Warnings: should be low
Status: open/in progress

( Sit and Drink Pennyroyal Tea. )

Who: Sophia and Scorpius
What: magic
Where: on the first floor
When: Tues afternoon
Warnings: low
Status: closed/in progress

( It passes too quick to see me )

I do hope that whichever wizard or witch put the extension charm on this place knew what they were doing. Or it is going to be an actual bloody mess when it fails.

Who: Sophia and Sam Winchester
What: Meeting
Where:When: Wednesday
Warnings: Will update if necessary
Status: Closed

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So, according to the pamphlet, since I'm only 16 I need a guardian.

Uh, anyone want to be in charge of a kick-ass and headstrong driven 16 yo?

Suddenly, wherever you might have been doing before this moment, you find yourself at a Waffle House restaurant, sitting in a booth, with a waitress asking for your order. You'd best give it to her, and when you do, she smiles and before she goes to get your food she hands you a short pamphlet, a key to your new apartment, and a new cell phone. The cell phone is a good thing to have since any other electronics you have will no longer work. (This does not apply to any electronics that may keep you alive or functioning, simply those that might give you contact to your previous world). The pamphlet contains a map of the Waffle House and its many hidden floors, a short statement that you are no longer in your universe and a declaration that there is no way back. It also states that if you choose to leave the Waffle House, you will not be returned home but you will find yourself in another dimension for no less than five hours. No matter how many questions you may ask of the waitress, this is all the information you will receive...unless, of course, you ask about the food.