#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

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[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[unfortunately someone has yet to wake up and notice the change in location. chopper attempts to snuggle up against the bed he's currently sleeping on except... it feels nothing like a bed. that's probably because it's the counter of the diner.

not just that, but he's sleeping on a large plate. ...oh well!]

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ likewise.. luffy is on the ground next to said counter... drool getting into the tiles..... cut you up with linoleum knife. ]

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[guess that means it's time to roll off of this counter onto...... your torso. enjoy your disease bro]

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ HANDS CLAMPING AROUND SOMETHING HUGE AND FUZZY. RUBBING FACE AND DROOL DEEP INTO THIS PILLOW ]

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

[UNCLEAN. FILTH. trying to push awaaaay. hoovey hands all up in ur face]

Noooo, leggooo... sea monsterrrr