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_{[If you're travelling between the second and tenth floors of the mansion, you might find a great big lumbering mastiff has taken over the staircase today, ready to knock you over if you're not careful. Cooper enthusiastically thunders up and down the stairs with a frog toy clutched in his mouth, following his owner around, who's busy carrying armloads of stuff downstairs. It's an exciting day! Things are happening! Stuff is being moved!

His owner is Adam, and Adam is moving boxes, lots and lots of boxes. Unofficially, it's moving day. Goodbye, tenth floor. It's been real.

Adam leaves behind the furniture in his room, but otherwise everything else he wants to take ends up in packing boxes that he pulls from the closet. He hadn't announced he was changing rooms, or even really planned on it, but it's a long time in coming, something he should have done the moment he found out Michael had a room nearby. Locking himself up like Rapunzel in her tower had done him good for a while, but not anymore.]}

Are you excited? This is a lot closer to the front door, isn't it?

_{[When he brings down Cooper's dog bed and sets it the middle of the floor, Cooper jumps on it, wagging his tail. Then he barks. Must be a "yes."

Slowly, the rest of the floor starts to fill with unopened boxes. He'd changed the room to make it look like an exact duplicate of his old one, and the sound of classic rock drifts past the door as he props it open with a chair to keep working. Cooper helps the move along by chasing the odd item down the stairs, like a soccer ball or his favorite frisbee, getting in the way as much as he possibly can, reminding Adam that he's not the only one who needs a change.

It's not so much a birthday present to himself as a marker. A milestone. He's made it a year, and he's still here.]}

| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |

_{[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.

Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]}

FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.

I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.

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I need it.
Seems like a sudden change.

[Walking the lion seems to be a thing that needs to be done, William finding that after a walk the small thing is prone to actually sleeping and not trying to eat his toes each night. No-one had claimed him, and so William has done just that. The sight of the lion cub in a small harness complete with leash will be a regular occurrence in the future, though who is taking whom for a walk will always be up for debate.

The principate is already down to the second floor, briefly wondering why he got stuck with ten flights of stairs every day, knowing that one day he'll get to the top without needing a few minutes break to catch his breath. Internal grumbles are put on hold though when he spots what appears to be Adam's retreating figure, complete with box in arms. What was going on there?

Giving the leash a slight tug, William tries to direct the cub towards the hallway, peering down it at the moving room carnage that's taking place.]

Need a hand?

[ Simon had been headed up to the fourth floor to check in on Jo at the bar when he's nearly bowled over by an overenthusiastic mastiff, but manages to catch himself on the railing and backs up to steady himself as he eyes the huge dog. ]

Holy shit, please do not eat me.

[ despite how friendly he'd been on his birthday, cora doesn't particularly take his attitude as a personal attack. some people are happy to celebrate them, some people aren't. she fits into the latter category, and she supposes adam does, too. ]

[ she doesn't even know where his old room is. she doesn't particularly care, either. ]

Old room suddenly too small for Coop?

[ aw, how sweet. a few months ago, she wouldn't have given a shit which room was his, nor would he have cared to tell her, but things are weirdly different now. it's still a work-in-progress as far as friendships go, but hey. baby steps. ]

already trying to invite me back to your place huh milligan we haven't even gone on our first date

[ plus there's that whole part where she's technically spoken for, but chris is complicated. she's been here long enough now she's starting to wonder if she should start to move on. he wouldn't want her to keep holding out for someone who's never coming, right? not that she has any intentions of making a move on adam. haha, yeah, that's a good joke. ]

[Bouncing balls going down the stairs aren't just a siren call for dogs, in the mansion.

Toothless has been wandering more and more, as of late, and exploring the mansion's limits and endless spaces. There don't seem to be a lot of the former, and there are just oodles of the latter, he's discovered. It makes for a very interesting run up and down corridors, as they just keep going. And going.

Right now, though, Toothless speeds into almost a flying run as he barrels down a hallway, toward the sound of the bouncing object. Luckily for dog and owner, he barrels into the soccer ball, rather than them, and pounces it like an over-sized cat, trilling loudly. Gotcha!]

Yeah, you were on the short list. Second floor, same number.

_{[Answering that is the easy part. Adam hadn't made that drastic of a move; from the outside, it may look to most people like an unremarkable decision, just a change of venue, but the root of it goes deeper than that. Adam's always been better at hiding his issues than dealing with them.

Jo already knows a little about what's been nagging him at him lately, but only a little. He'd thought things had been bad when he'd talked to her on Monday, and then they'd gotten worse in the angel sense of the word.]}

After Michael thought it'd be fun to pay me a visit it was time to get lost, not be in the middle of the hen house anymore. A fresh start. Like New Year's.

Do you need any help unpacking?

I'd figured. If I wasn't on the list, you and I would be having some words.

[She knows there was next to no chance of him leaving her off of it, anyway. Who else would feed him on the regular?]

I can get behind that.
I've thought about making one a few times, too, but I haven't been able to bring myself to do it.
I'm glad you're getting yourself some space. You need it.

You okay?

[He's legitimately concerned, okay? Wash is aware of some of the shit Adam's dealt with, and vaguely aware of the existence of angels, etc. in Wonderland, so he feels like he should probably check in. Especially considering Adam helped him out on his return to this place. He's been trustworthy so far.]

I'm assuming something must have prompted this move. Considering where we are, I'm guessing it was something unfortunate.

_{[Adam recognizes William right off the bat, of course--the man is a little older, perhaps, but normal looking, human. Those little things stand out to Adam just as much as the really eccentric-looking people around here. And he won't be forgetting that William knows a little about angels anytime soon. People who know what that breed of monster is like without needing to be told is rare, even when it comes to other worlds.

But then there's the matter of the lion. Why is there a lion cub on a leash?

As soon as Adam turns and sees them, his gaze travels from William to the companion he has with him. He frowns in consideration at what is... yeah, a lion.]}

I got it, no big deal.

_{[The the odd choice of pet distracts Adam from the question. He shifts the box under his arm, then rips his stare from the cub.

He and William have only talked on the phone--he hadn't been sure when or if they'd ever meet, but here they are. After his birthday, he's especially pissed off with angels and really doesn't need another reminder of them, but William had helped him out last time, not made things worse. That's also rare.]}

I remember you from way back when. You're the guy I talked angels with. Nice lion.

_{[For the most part, he doesn't mind this thing he has with Cora. The "don't ask, don't tell" policy is in effect and when she doesn't ask what's festering under the surface, he doesn't need to tell her he's homesick and hating the monsters who keep on rubbing it in his face.

It's over now. He can try and crawl his way back to some kind of equilibrium again.]}

Something like that. The neighbours were crap and I needed a change of pace.

_{[Nobody's getting back in the saddle for him, he has to do it somehow.]}

_{[You just want to visit to see his dog, Clarisse, admit it.

But because this is a weird WIP relationship that isn't entirely built on the back of Adam's terror and derision, and she's still one of the few people who know his bloodline comes with its fair share of baggage, he doesn't jump on the defensive like he would if a ghoul got in his face and started trying to be funny.]}

I already know you're into sex on the beach, so I wouldn't bother.

_{[Don't think he's forgotten about your Freudian slip.]}

I pegged you as the sword notches in the bed post type, not the dating kind. What are you saying? You like to be wined and dined?

_{[Coming from Quinn, he thinks she's just making a nice, polite offer that any normal person might make to another, but there's a big problem with that: Adam isn't fit for company right about now, he knows that as sure as anything.

And then he'd have to explain why he's decorating his new bachelor pad with symbols drawn in human blood, too. How to pass that off as something not serial killer related is a trial for another day, maybe when he's gotten more sleep and more coffee.]}

Thanks but I don't own much. It's almost done.

_{[Or it will be. Eventually. Once he's done putting the angel warding up and finishing off a beer.]}

Appreciate the offer.

[ yeah, okay, maybe she does just want to see the dog. she'll even bring polemos for cute piglet/dog shenanigans. ]

hey i never said i was INTO sex on the beach you know people think it's romantic and shit but newsflash not my thing why can't i be both? doesn't every girl deserve to be wined and dined?

[ she is still a girl, and she can appreciate a good wine and a nice dinner. she also happens to like it rough in bed, but she's pretty sure he's already figured that one out on his own. she doesn't really need to repeat it. ]

_{[Cooper is a one-dog wrecking ball composed of muscle and flapping wrinkles when he gets moving too fast. Mastiffs don't seem to come pre-installed with very effective breaks, so Adam can understand anyone being nervous when one is bounding downstairs at them and doesn't seem like it can stop. Himself, he's used to it. Stairs provide a little better traction for Cooper, though, and he doesn't quite crash into Simon's legs; paws scrabbling, he manages to slow and half his downward descent. Sort of.

His hindquarters keep sliding past his front half until his back legs find purchase two steps below his front. This doesn't dampen his spirits. He flaps the frog toy in his mouth at Simon, chuffing like a happy steam engine.

On the other hand, Adam is just starting down the stairs. He has to look around the box in his arms to see what's going on.]}

Don't worry, he only eats frog legs.

_{[Unless Simon happens to have a chocolate bar or some other snack stashed in his pockets. Then all bets are off.]}

_{[Adam's seen Toothless move before, but his speed is still surprising. He feels a displacement of air, glimpses a dark blur go whizzing past, but before he can really get a good look at what Cooper drops his drool-coated toy to bark at, there's a dragon crouched over top of the ball, stopping it's progress.]}

Jesus Ch--

_{[And then Cooper dives into the action--literally. That's his ball!

Still barking, he takes off down the stairs and leaps onto one of Toothless' front legs with far less grace and coordination. Gotcha, soccer ball! And gotcha, dragon on soccer ball!]}

_{[That's a question for the ages.

Is he okay? He's out of Hell, and that's about as okay as someone who's been down there can hope for. One year out after a few years in doesn't erase the damage that's been done, but it helps. After a few centuries in... Adam's just not sure. Nobody is, not even the angels. Nobody seems to be quite like him. He's a test case for what happens when you yank a battered soul out of the worst conditions imaginable and let it go free.

He can't imagine many people have had to talk to the monster that once possessed their body while he inhabits the body of their twenty-something father, either. Each and every time, it's a fresh hurt to add to the pile.

It's not just about the purely spiritual damage. If it were, Adam could maybe grit his teeth and bear it. The worst comes from within: grief, anger, loneliness, uncertainty.]}

I'm not shot up full of holes.

_{[So maybe that'll answer Wash's question. The real answer is too long to fit in one line of text.]}

Good guess, but it's not something anyone can do anything about. I can handle it.

How's Apricot holding up? She over her separation anxiety yet? Never got a chance to ask with everything.

[Toothless is almost caught by surprise, given that he was so focused on the soccer ball. He was almost oblivious to the scents of Cooper and Adam, nearby. Except that Cooper's scent is all over the ball, which he now holds under one of his scaly paws.

He gives the large canine a playful snort, refusing to move as his tail swishes behind him. You want your ball, Cooper? You'll have to get it from the dragon.]

[ dean doesn't venture past the seventh floor too often, finding it more relaxing to go outside if he needs some peace and quite. today though, for whatever god must hate adam reason, he decides to trek up the stairs instead of down... and soon enough he's almost knocked over by a dog that should definitely not be that big.

luckily for dean, and unluckily for adam, he doesn't fall down the stairs and break his neck. not today. instead, there's some muttering and cursing -- stupid overgrown mutt -- before dean's back on track with going upstairs....

which is of course when he finds adam. and a whole damn load of boxes. huh. ]

Uh, Adam?

You'd have to find me first. Good thing you have Jormy to sniff a guy out.

_{[And Adam's grateful she doesn't try to get him to recap what Michael had said to him; it's hard sometimes just thinking about the tangled web Michael's at the center of without getting too upset for his own good.

Today, he'd had a job to do, and the work that went into moving floors had helped keep the rest at bay.]}

Let me know if you ever decide to break away. I've had practice moving boxes.

Thanks, Jo.

Okay, sure, if that's what you're going with.

_{[A likely story.

But as for whether a ultra-violent demi-god girl deserves to be treated like a fairy princess, this is one of those questions a guy should avoid at all costs before they get trapped into a trick question that there's no way out of.]}

Dunno what wining and dining is like for you guys. We might be picturing different things. But whatever floats your boat, I'm not going to make any guesses and get you banging down my door to take another swing.

_{[Don't worry, Dean, the dog is a sweetheart. And this carnivorous, floppy-eared pony had immediately known Adam's Mirror hadn't been his owner, hence the reign of terror Dean had heard through the phone not long ago. You wouldn't think it was the same dog for how at ease the mastiff is now; he races around full-circle with his toy in his mouth, coming back toward Adam's apartment, but doesn't do more than look Dean over, panting from the exertion of all the running around he's been doing.

He does whine a little at the presence of a stranger, which alerts Adam when he exists with yet another box under his arm.

Dean isn't Michael--or worse yet, Lucifer--but he still isn't who Adam would expect (or want) to see outside of his door. He puts in effort to control his expression. No need to advertise that the family visits happening these last couple of days stay with him like a stench he needs industrial soup to wash off. Instead, he's as casual as he can be under the circumstances.

For Adam and his pro poker face, that's pretty casual.]}

That's my name, yeah. Gee, I'm a popular guy lately.

Edited 2014-10-05 06:57 (UTC)

Then I'll just have to find another excuse to bring over a new room-warming gift.

I pity the frog population of Wonderland. Lets hope none of them are actually princes.

[ Simon gives the huge dog another moment of wary observation before relaxing slightly and reaching out to pet his head, since despite his size he seems rather pleased about everything in general. Then he glances up at Adam and his armful of boxes with a skeptical look. ]

You need any help? What are you doing, moving out?

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action. HELLO ADAM here to ruin your day

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IN THE BEST WAY.

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