Cafe MindShaker

(https://www.thinkgeek.com/product/1485/) (like this, but this color)(https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fda%2F77%2F55da7755fce8faab356f434c2188b9cd.png&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.co.uk%2Fpin%2F42713896444781053%2F&docid=P0-2X_oGNx5FCM&tbnid=Sv5mgXX4U1YL0M%3A&vet=10ahUKEwjf5ZydhZzaAhWQEXwKHcHZDB4QMwivASgwMDA..i&w=510&h=599&safe=strict&bih=769&biw=1440&q=fiery%20orange%20color&ved=0ahUKEwjf5ZydhZzaAhWQEXwKHcHZDB4QMwivASgwMDA&iact=mrc&uact=8/)

Mozos stood silently for a second, then spoke up." Hi, uh, I don't think we've actually met before, I'm Mozos."

(ok thanks) Michael sat down on a stool next to him, subconsciously curling in on himself to make it look less like he was over 6 foot. "H-Hi. I'm Michael. Or um. You might know me as Balthazar."

Mozos cocked his head slightly." Like the demon king Balthazar?" This place is a hotspot for the demonic kind, he thought.

Michael's eyes widened. "No no no no no, I'm not a demon! I'm um. I'm a guardian. Dimensional guardian of sorts. I'm just sort of stuck looking like this." (oh, earlier in the rp, didn't you say Mozos had different forms for fire and water?)

"Ooh." Mozos said, realizing that was Michael didn't seem like a demon."That makes more sense than this place."
(Not different forms, but different personalities)
(Fire = Easily set off, doesn't care, dangerous, likes to compete)
(water =calm, cares, and relatively docile, likes to clean)
(Combo (how he usually is)= a bit of both, always trying to avoid strenuous circumstances, likes to cook.(or distract himself in any way.))

(oh ok) Michael let himself smile a little. "Actually, I think I've made a little sense of this place. It's similar to some dimensions I've seen, what with all the trapping and whatnot."

"Really, does that mean you know a way out?" Mozos said, feeling himself getting excited and tightened his grip on his coffee mug.

"Well, I think we have to find the guardian of this dimension. Every dimension has one that shows up when the dimension is created. After that I'm not quite sure. It tends to be different for each dimension."

"Do you think Maudie could be the guardian?" Mozos asked before a much darker thought dawned on him."What if the hand isn't the creator, but the gaurdian?"

Michael frowned. "Maudie? Hand?" He took another swig of coffee before setting it down on the counter. "Okay that's it, I need creamer. Do you have any creamer?"

"Yeah we have creamer." Mozos said motioning toward the cupboards.No one told him what has been happening here. "I guess that means I have to tell you… basically we're trapped here by a paranormal hand who can kill us because we can come back to life.And we have to make it food, even though it doesn't have a body. And then Maudie is the ghost we were having a 'conversation' with to glean information on how to escape.'"

"Oh, that sounds lovely." Michael looked around the café absently. "Wish Pluto was around to help right about now. Hell, I'd even take Samandriel at this point," he muttered

More demon names? Mozos looked around to see if anyghost was there."It's a party." he said sarcastically.

Hi um. Sorry, but I can hear your thoughts. It won't turn off for some reason. But Pluto and Samandriel aren't demons, they're guardians too. Sort of.

Ohh. Okay, what do you mean sort of? Mozos asked while going over to the cupbaord to grab the powder creamer.

(The Jensen has returned after a few days of emotional distress and also being lit as hell. Also where do I start??)

(oh no! hope you have less emotional distress! Lavender is apologizing, maybe there?)

(okay, thanks. And yeah I'm fine it's just lots of issues that I had to work through.)
Asura sat up, looking at Lavender. "Don't apologize, it's okay. You've been asleep since about 11 pm last night," he said.

(sorry about that)

"Last night?! YOu mean– oh [s word]."

He stood up, crossing over to her with a worried expression. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"What about the games, we—–" SHe froze. "I drank alcohol."

He stopped in front of her, taking in a deep breath. "Yes, you did. But you ended up being okay. We're continuing Maudie's last game today, and then we'll be one step closer to getting out of here."

"No, but— you don't understand. I can't drink." She was hyperventilating now, hands shaking.

He put a hand on her shoulder, just barely, so she could move away quickly if she wanted to. "It's okay, I know. You told us. But you're fine now. I fixed you up, and you slept it off. You're going to be okay."

"Wait, how do you know?"

He hesitated, looking down. "You… forgot to disable the link between our minds. I was experiencing nearly everything that you were."

Every single one of those memories flashed through her mind as she stared up at him in shock. "I– sorry. Don't tell."

(by the way the reason she couldn't have alcohol is that when she was living with the fae cult, she was depressed, and started stealing alcohol to drink, becoming addicted. The Faeroes were… not happy)

"I won't," he assured her. He could see her memories, and frowned. "And don't think about that right now. You're safe here, you don't need to be troubled by those things."

Lavender cut of the mental link beween them abruptly, standing up shakily. She avoided eye contact. "I'll go see where the others are.", she said quietly.

He moved away from her, not sure what to do. Yuki walked over to him, settling at his feet and looking up. He stroked her fur. "I… okay," he said, sitting down on his bed. It had been a long time since he had been so overwhelmed with emotion. It's like he wasn't functioning anymore.