The Post-Apocalyptic Doughnut Thief

[ablacksun]

Nothing in Antillioch is clean. Or tidy. Or not covered in a thick layer of desert. Which is why the appearance of a pristine white door that may well lead to some spiffed-up futuristic hospital ward is something of a shock to Zack. There follows a brief consultation with his brother, who doesn't seem to want anything to do with it, as it's so ..spotless, and white, and... ewww. For the two hellgods it's completely out of place and worse. They're so attuned to their hell dimension that anything this hygienic sits in the craw like a stuck fishbone.

Abe, casually examining his fingernails, suggests Zack tries the handle, just, you know, to see if it's locked. We don't want anything pleasant coming in. Stupidly, Zack's curiosity wins over and he does actually open the door a crack... Abe swiftly shoves him straight though it, and the Apocalyptic prince is sent sprawling. He literally faceplants into this new, uncomfortably pure environment.

He's ended up on the main plaza, and lifts his head, not liking anything he sees. But that's Zack all over. He doesn't like anything much. He even snarls at the few unfortunate people closest to him.

Nothing about the Nexus feels comfortable to Zack. Not until he smells something drifting across the plaza. He follows the scent until he comes to a doughnut stand.

Zack is the embodiment of the post-apocalyptic hellscape. He's on nodding terms with all four horsemen, and his own essence combines War, Famine, Pestilence and Death.. or more accurately the after-effects of such things. Away from his own dimension, he feels the hunger of famine, and Zack hasn't actually ingested anything for centuries.

Now he's in the realm of the living, these soft little dough things smell amazing.

He grabs one and tears into it, ignoring the stallholders protests about something like paying, or money, or something. When the stallholder tries to physically take his arm, Zack pulls away, swipes another of the sweet dough shapes, and wrenches himself away from the stand. Zack moves through the crowds away from the still-shouting stalholder, almost bumping into everyone - he's not used to crowds.

And he doesn't understand the concept of theft.

He almost sends some poor person tumbling as he tries to make his exit. But he can't find the infernal door and that stupid sweet-dough-thing person is still on his tail. Zack grabs the nearest passerby by the lapel, demanding... “What's his fucking problem? What the fuck's money? What does that even mean?”


[ooc: Cue argument between your muse, Zack, and the doughnut seller. Mun apologises for his language and behaviour. He's not housebroken yet...]

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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He laughs a bit as Zack asks the question, and asks the server to up the pace with bringing the courses out, even as he brings the cheeseburger across the table.

"That. That is a burger. The crunchy things?" He lifts up a fry to show him, before snarfing it himself. "Are Fries."

Thought I'd move it along a little... all that food. :O

[ablacksun]

The pizza - may it rest in peace - doesn't last long, and Zack examines the things called fries as the plate is put before him. He tries them and the burger itself - Dean is correct. Burger is definitely the most divine food of the most divine and the highest order of god he can imagine. After several more delicacies are laid before him, and Zack has steadily eaten every last crumb, with little sign of being too full, the cheeseburger remains his most favourite thing.

Ever.

And that's after the apple pie, ice cream, and a few others, too. All of which Zack is only too happy to share with Dean. Should the human want to pick bits off the edge of the plate, or grab a bite of something, Zack will make no attempt to stab him in the hand with a fork.

Lastly, with a thick strawberry milkshake (and a straw) to drink at his leisure, the pain has abated to a great degree. Zack confides, with what is very nearly a smile, “I don't have organs, like a stomach. So Gaia only knows where it all goes... but it stops me hurting. I haven’t felt this much relief since... since I can remember.”

That's cool, I would have done the same thing with this tag if not. Great minds xD

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He sits and keeps light conversation running throughout, happy to answer questions about the food and provide names of what he's eating. He has a steady stream of beer brought to the table for himself throughout, but he's obviously content to just sit and chat, scavenging the pieces of the odd finger-grabbable side dish. He wasn't lying, he really is in this to just do something good for someone. The last eight months or so had given him some perspective, and he was tired of being angry and doing bad things even when he was trying to do good.

"Pain? It hurts when you're hungry?" Oh look, there's that curiosity poking it's head out again. "Well, I'm glad it's helped. Hopefully it's just a case of keeping you topped up now that you've eaten your fill." He's going to have to do some serious work if he's going to have to keep on top of that. Well, they'll deal with maybe getting Zack a job once he's got the hang of the people thing.

Oh for an image of the PB drinking through a straw...

[ablacksun]

Zack is full of questions about the food, he wants to know what beef is, and potatoes, and some of the things it's all made of.

He looks incongruous and just a little bizarre, in his post apocalyptic clothing, with the markings on his face; sitting here meekly sucking milkshake through a rainbow striped straw.

“Yeah, and thirsty it's... not good.” Dean could be right though. If Zack wasn’t kept hungry, he might need far less, and just that top up. A little more frequently than most maybe, but certainly not the entire set menu, every day. He needs to find money. He can't expect Dean to pay for all the things. First things are probable best. Like that people thing. Zack needs not to feel worthless, and for that he needs to pay his way, but that should come after he's been housebroken.

“Thank you,” he says, after a few moments of silence, and very softly. He wants to say more, but... he'll only start running his mouth off, and then tears might follow. For some reason, he doesn't want you to see that, Dean. Instead, he takes another pull on the straw with a little half-grin.

I have the opposite problem... TOO MUCH CHOICE AND NOT ENOUGH SPACE D:

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He returns the half-grin with a full one of his own. "No problem, kiddo."

He pays up, card this time and a there's a minute where he's worried that the card may have decline as he's done the math wrong, But it all goes through, and he's relieved about that.

"Come on, let's get you to where we're staying, get you used to everything." And just like that, they're off back to the lodge with Dean leading the way. He'll find a 2-bed as soon as possible. For tonight, though? Zack's got the bed. No arguments accepted.

[[ooc: That's pretty much the wrap up on Dean's side as far as I'm concerned, as discussed <3 ^_^]]

*petpets*

[ablacksun]

Having discovered that milkshake-through-a-straw makes a great noise when you get to the bottom, Zack is happy to follow Dean where the human wants to go.

And he may lose the argument about the bed, but Dean might regret insisting on it.

He'll learn...


[ooc, yep, we're all good here!]