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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!]

Do you need any help unpacking?

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.

[ 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?

[Gabriel will be minding his own business when he decides to take the stairs down to the bar. It's part way through that he meets with the Mastiff, who seems to stop dead in it's happy romping as if it's surprised to see someone else on the steps. At least it doesn't appear to realize who or what he is just yet, no threatening displays or growling in his general direction, which is a welcome change. In fact the thing seems to make up it's mind and come tromping right up to him to inspect him closer, having a sniff about his feet.]

Are you done checking me out yet pooch? I'd like to go to the bar please.

[He'll get a nose at his backside for good measure and lightly pushes away it's head as he turns swiftly to point his ass-end in another direction.]

At least buy me dinner first.

[ it is a good thing alayne does not travel with her piglet today or the mastiff would surely have chased it around. instead, she is on her own - wearing heavy silks, golden in color. the wardrobe still seems to insist on dressing her as a southorn girl, as sansa loved to dress when she was young and foolish.

alayne hates it but says nothing. a bastard girl cannot complain of silks. ]

Adam.

[ she doesn't bow, not quite. she remembers he is not used to it. instead she dips her head in a graceful yet humble manner. she meets them at the tenth floor and looks around at the boxes ]

I hope the day has found you well.

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