Luke's, Sunday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was more shuffling than walking by the time they made it to the diner from the Preserve, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. It was bright and sunny and pleasantly warm and most importantly not a monster-filled dungeon.

When he came in, the kitchen staff looked up from where they were sitting at one of the tables in the middle of the dining room, stacks of multicolored root vegetable chips laid out across it, fans of cards in their hands. The cook had the end of a carrot sticking out of his mouth like a cigar.

"Damn, boys," he said. "Looks like our break's over."

"All the food," Priestly said, slouching into a chair. "Make all the food, and then you guys can get back to your poker."

Luke's was open.

[ooc: no OCD, open to all those who need to feeeeeeed themselves.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Yeah, actually? A shower could wait. FOOD.

Dinah settled in next to Priestly and grinned. "Hi guys. Vegetarian everything for Raven. Meat everything for me. Everything everything for Priestly."

She yawned and put her head down on her arms. "Chocolate everything after that."

[lovemykilt]

"Hell," Priestly said. "Just start me off with a cucumber or something." Oh man, a cucumber sounded so good right now.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

The cooking staff was grumbling, although one guy looked kind of smug about his winnings, but they did eventually get up and head for the kitchen.

"And Tylenol-3!" Dinah yelled after them. "How much is your shoulder aching right now? Crap, I forgot to ask them what day it is here. Hopefully not later than Monday."

[lovemykilt]

"Rum!" Priestly said. "Bring us rum, too!" He shrugged his good shoulder. "It feels like a Tuesday," he decided. "But that's probably because that's what day it was supposed to be before, you know."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"We lost a whole week to this craziness." Dinah hated when that happened. So much to explain back home. "Oh, god. Phone. I need to call Helena and Barbara. They have to think I got eaten by now, I've been here since a week ago Saturday."

[lovemykilt]

"I left my phone in my other pants," Priestly said, because he was kind of stuck on his bad joke setting, right now. "There's a landline in the office if you want, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah squeezed his hand. "Back in a second."

Of course, it takes longer than that. There were reassurances and promises and explanations to make, as far as Dinah was able. The call finally wrapped ten minutes later when Dinah told them she was going to eat the phone if she didn't hang up now.

Wandering back in, there was a burger. Fries. Oh god oh god real food. MMMmmmmmm. Some of those noises she was making were probably more Pay-per-View than Cafe Luke's had seen without Navaan being there for a while.

"Alfred says 'hi' and 'good show' and Helena's demanding you visit."

[trigons_child]

Raven excused herself to go to the restroom first, locking herself in for several minutes while she threw up what was left of the blood in her stomach. Fortunately it wasn't much, though she tried not to think about what it was. When she'd finished, she cleaned up and threw cold water on her face and combed her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself look presentable before she emerged to sit down.

Bring her all of the vegetables, please. All of them.

[lovemykilt]

The busboy came out forthwith with a platter of sliced carrots, celery, and peppers. Priestly flashed him a smile and used his good arm to pour Raven a glass of ice water from the pitcher the busboy left on the table.

"You okay?" he asked. "Dinah said a little about what, uh. Happened. Down there."

[trigons_child]

"Thank you," Raven said gratefully, trying not to gulp the water down too fast.

"I think I am all right," she said. "I seem to be myself once more, and not what I was transformed into. I was with those who found what was causing us to be trapped in the maze, and we were able to put an end to it."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly raised his own glass. "Then here's to you. It wasn't some kind of giant master robot spider of doom, was it?"

[trigons_child]

Raven smiled and lifted her glass again, then shook her head. "The one responsible was called the Toymaker, it seems," she said. "He fled when we entered the vault. I do not know if he will return, but I hope not."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly sighed. "Well, he knows Fandomites are hardcore, now, so he'll know better than to mess with us." Well, he could hope, anyway.

[trigons_child]

"We are not so easily defeated, no matter what horrors can be dredged from our memories," Raven murmured in agreement.

"How was your shoulder hurt?" she asked.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hon." Dinah stole one of the carrots the serving guys brought, but left the rest-- plus a yummy-looking spinach-cheese dip-- for Raven. Because now: she had a burger.

Omnomnomnomnomnomnom. Swallow. "Feeling better?"

[trigons_child]

The feelings Raven had for her pepper right now were probably not legal in some worlds. She smiled at Dinah. "Much," she said. "It is good to eat real food again."

She grabbed a slice of bread, contemplated buttering it, then dipped it in the spinach-cheese dip instead. Nom.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Mmmph." Dinah tried to slow down, not wanting to make herself sick, but seriously. FRIES. Genius, whoever invented those. "Helena and Barbara say 'hey.' And you're invited to stay at the Clocktower for as long as you want when we get back." God, soda. The low-level caffeine withdrawal was finally being addressed!

[trigons_child]

"I think I am going to remain for a day or two," Raven said, nibbling on a celery stick. No, that was definitely not filling enough. She was going to order a baked potato. A large one. And pasta. Lots and lots of pasta. Carbs were her best friend right now.

"I have not been successful in my original reason for coming to Fandom, aside from learning of a child," she said. "But I will be back in Gotham soon, and I appreciate the offer. I will have to take them up on it."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cool. I'm gonna take a day or two to recover anyway." She made a face. "Instructors being willing to accept late assignments, I hope." At least she was only taking three classes at the moment. "Why did you come here at first?" Dinah had thought it was for Alec alone.

[filleauloup]

The strange thing was, once you got used to regular showers you tended to notice if you went a week without one, so the first thing Éponine had done after leaving the woods was to take shameless advantage of her key to the post office and use the shower in the employee restroom there. (Yes, they had one; sorting mail in Fandom was occasionally a messy business.)

But after that, clean clothes and then a decent meal were in order, all of which still struck her as extravagant and surreal, so when she wandered into Luke's with her hair still damp not from getting rained on kthx she had a bemused half-smile that might, admittedly, come across as slightly creepy-looking on her face.

"I think I'd like to stuff myself with food until I fall asleep, and then not wake up for a whole day," she declared as she settled herself in a chair.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly offered her a welcoming smile. "You've come to the right place. I take it you were dungeon side, too?"

[filleauloup]

"Yes. Wasn't it horrid? The Toymaker, whoever he is, can keep his playthings to himself next time." Éponine looked like she was going to go on a minor tirade about that when she stopped, leaned forward, and peered carefully at Priestly. "Well, how do you like that! You look a lot like someone else I've met."

Sorry if you'd heard that one too many times already, Priestly.

[lovemykilt]

"That'd be Dean," Priestly noted. "I was here, first."

It was important to him that people knew that.

He held out his good hand, the other bound to his chest in a sling. "I'm Priestly. I run this joint. What can we getcha?"

[filleauloup]

"Éponine," she replied, accepting the handshake after a brief pause. "I'll keep that in mind, monsieur. Now, let's see."

She propped her chin on one hand and hummed a couple of bars of . . . well, whatever it was, it wasn't terribly recognizable.

"I wouldn't mind something with plenty of meat and potatoes. That's nice and filling, isn't it?"

[lovemykilt]

"Meat and potatoes. I think we can do that." He wouldn't lecture about eating vegetables until he'd known her at least a couple of days. He snapped his fingers at the cook, who looked like he wanted to rip Priestly's face off. "Something meaty and potato-y, Cookie!"

"I swear, if you didn't look like you'd fall over from a stiff wind," the cook grumbled, and he went back into the kitchen to whip something up.

"Don't mind him," Priestly said. "It's just how he shows his affection."