Welcome to the RP Diner, where RP characters come to relax, have a nice meal, and blow the fourth wall to smithereens.

This is not an average RP; the only requirement is to have an RP character in an existing RP. You may bring as many characters as you want, so long as they are already in an RP. (NPCs do not count)

Remember that this is still an RP, and abide by the regular rules, such as:

1. No Godmodding. (Though I don't think that'll be an issue.)

2. Be respectful. (If you don't, I'll beat you with a toaster.)

3. Have fun! (Or else!)

Alright, then, the setting is basically a huge diner with tables, a bar (for the edgier characters), and plenty of screens to "view" the RP worlds. It's a big place, so bring any characters in that you want and feel free to socialize and develop your characters however you see fit.

No application is needed, but a short introduction may be necessary for people who don't know your character.

Enjoy!

Stepahno Pierto walks in nd orders...PASTA!!

Drey and Vincent sat down at the table.
"Here's to Endless Time." Drey gave a smile across the table to Lamont, who nodded slowly, raising his own goblet.
"And to Drey Wilkins." Vincnet grinned. "No relation." He added to Drey.

Drey gave a little smirk, looking around the room for the members of other Roleplays, before spotting a set of large screens on the wall showing clips from Endless Time.
"Oh, Alia." He took a drink of wine. "What a slaughter."
Finally, Lamont smiled. "You should see when it's over."
"Or when He finds out..." Vincent added cheerily. "Where are the others?"

Stephano pulls a gun and points it at them "Come circa guerra finale, voi drunkers!" Then he chuckled and sat with them.

"Excuse me." Lamont's eyes flared an icy white. "Private Conversation."
"Oh calm down." Drey smiled. "So long as he puts the gun away."

In a quaint little place called the "RP Diner", a man that went by the name Lawrence Matryoshka was sitting at one of the tables. He was barely allowed in, though, seeing as how he had to leave the trident he usually carries with the diner's guard. Well, at least they didn't find his revolver. He sighed as he took off his white scarf and military hat and set it down on the table. He saw a waiter walking by and called him to his table.

"Excuse me, may I have something to drink?"
"Sure, what will you have?"
"Do you have any vodka?"
"Well, we have a bar over there-"
"Excellent. Thank you, sir."
"Uh...you're welcome..."

Lawrence had a LOT of stress to drink away that day. And it wasn't helping that he saw one Mr. Stephano Pierto getting in an argument with a group of people...he tried his best to tip-toe to the bar.

Stephano puts the gun in it's holster. "Gli uomini spiacenti, aggiungenti appena alcuno si svasano alla notte." He smirked as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the waiter and sat down.

Onic sat down at another table, waiting for his meal. He noticed the piece of card labelled "Table 5". He pulled out a vivid and scribbled on it until it read "Wilfre Table5" He then gave a typical villainous laugh before standing on top of his chair and shouting "This table is for Wilfre's minions only! If anyone else sits here, I'll snap their neck!"

The waiter arrived with a plate of broccoli.
"Anything troubling you, sir?"

"Yeah! Tell those other punks to keep their voices down."

Yami Yugi walked over at sat next to Onic. He asked if he was willing to put something on the line.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he growled, stuffing a piece of broccoli into his mouth. "You're not devoted to Lord Wilfre. You should get out of here before I beat you senseless."

Vincent smiled. "Of course. i think tonight will have enough flare as it is."

"Try me, furball. You look like a furball, anyway."

Onic squinted evilly before turning back to Yugi. He didn't have time for such weaklings.