nascensibility: this one is my favourite (hey those books you gave us)
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[It certainly isn't as though Evelyn is ignoring the fact that several Wonderland residents have disappeared all of the sudden. In fact, it's particularly odd that a slew of them have all gone at once, could say she's a little jaded.

After all, she's seen people come and go for years - the fact that it's Christmastime only makes the Mansion look more cruel than it already is. They'll come back eventually. If they don't, well...

...then they don't.

That's all.

Having chosen to spend her time doing activities of a more festive nature (since they're bound to get something awful in the next week or two), Evelyn has set up a slew of supplies in one of the bedecked parlours, holiday music unfamiliar to her ears playing on the gramophone.

And what, pray tell, are these supposed supplies? Massive sheets of gingerbread, jars of nonpareils and cinnamon dots, icing tubes stuffed with crisp, white frosting. Evelyn is making a small-scale version of the temple of Philae, bless her, tiny hieroglyphs and all.

A little company wouldn't go amiss, though, hence her network-wide message:

Holidays can be difficult for people feeling homesick.

I've got a great deal of baked goods and music by some fellow named Bing Crosby, if anyone wishes to join me!

Second floor parlour.


NOTE -- Any mistletoe shenanigans that I planned with people might as well go in here, if people are amenable to that idea! :)
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[ Like all of the other residents of Wonderland, Sam has noticed the Christmas decorations that have sprung up over the past few days. He's looked around at the garlands, the tree in the hall, the cracks all around with the writhing vines underneath. The latter, he especially made a point of investigating, squinting very intently at the grey, and then at the slits in the air. It's all very concerning to someone who not only specializes in the weird and typically dangerous, but also to someone whose brother has gone missing. So, here he is, on the network, with a calm, but wary expression. ]

... As much as I want to wish everyone happy holidays, I don't think we can sit back and relax on this one. People're missing, and I have a few names, but if you're missing someone, ring in here and let me know so we can get a complete list. And... be careful what you touch around here. Going on experience, I'd say that whatever the mansion is doing is only going to get bigger. And probably more dangerous.

[ There's a pause. ]

I think they'll be back. Their stuff's still here... It's only a matter of time before--

[ And he stops short, shifting to genuine confusion. Surprise. And then: ]

And... watch out for the, uh. Mistletoe.
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[The feed cuts on suddenly to the sound of someone clearly having a good time. Or at least there is singing. And that singing person is none other than Aziraphale. His voice has always been something of an embarrassment to him as he was criticized in Heaven for not having as good a voice as other angels. But by human standards, the tone if pure and his voice is clear despite all the alcohol in his system.]

--lay. Lullay though little tiny child. Bye, bye, lully lullay. O sister too, how may we do, for to preserve this day. This poor Youngling for whom we sing, bye, bye, lully lullay.

[Okay, so maybe that song is in a minor key. But still. The angel is wearing a hideous Christmas jumper and is decorating his own room as he sings and occasionally sipping some mulled wine. He switches up to something a bit cheerier sounding.]

Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the Feast of Stephen, when the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter fuel. Hither, page, and stand by me. If thou know it telling: yonder pea--

Oh, dear! I didn't realize this thing was on. Er... Sorry about that...


Dec. 6th, 2013 01:27 pm
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[Hi Wonderland, him again. Tom is sitting back a few feet leaning into the camera. It's a tight frame but you can see the strap of his sling still present over his left shoulder, right arm securely nestled in it's little hammock. Contrary to the oddly cheery, community building posts he seems to be known for, this is about information. Someone just got a little clued in and he wants to know more. And since everyone talks over these god damn things it's the best place to start. No beating around the bush.]

Who has been in Wonderland the longest? I mean, who knows the most about it, who are the experts?

I'd like to ask you a few things.

[He hesitates for a moment, clenching his jaw and looks as though he's about to speak again but decides to leave it save for a short nod and a-]

righteously: ([Neutral] Oh SNAP)
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[It's bright and early Thanksgiving morning that Dean appears on screen. Well, maybe not bright- he's sending this out at the sharp point of six in the morning, and the sun's not quite up yet. He doesn't sleep much, especially not when he's got stuff to do, and he's been thinking about this ever since the leaves started changing.

The plan was to do most of the work on his own, but standing there in the kitchen, flour coating most of the surfaces, flour sticking to his cheek, flour everywhere... in retrospect, maybe he could use a little help.

So he sends out a broadcast, figuring people'll stumble on it whenever they wake up during the day, and it'll kill two birds with one stone. He can wrangle help from the people that are willing, and it'll give a few hours notice to anyone that decides to just partake in the eating part.

Either way, his tight smile looks distinctly harried when he starts talking.]


[Sort of a generic, broad greeting.]

I'm, uh- not really sure how much most of you guys know about America- or... you know, Earth, but whatever. The point is, we've got this holiday in America called Thanksgiving, and it's pretty much the best holiday that exists anywhere ever.

[Oh, Dean... You don't have to lie to the nice people.]

There's a long drawn-out crappy historical story about Native Americans and Pilgrims, but since like half of you don't even know what those things are, I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Point is, every year on the last Thursday of November, families all get together and eat a crapload of food until they feel like they're gonna pass out, and talk about stuff they're grateful for. But mostly, it's all about the food and the putting up with one another. I figure, well, we're all kinda stuck here, right? That's about as close to family as some of us're ever gonna get, and- yeah, some of you are family to me. But even if you're not, I thought we ought to have a real Thanksgiving. Kinda put all the crap that's been going on behind us for a day while we stuff our faces with something that isn't... you know, each other.

[He shrugs a little. Zombies, man. Like it or not, somebody tried to eat somebody that last event.]

So, I figure we'll do that up in the bar around six. In the meantime... If anyone doesn't suck in the kitchen, I could... seriously use a hand. Or like twelve hands. I got like eight turkeys that ain't gonna stuff themselves, if I have to peel one more potato I'll shoot myself, and I'm pretty sure the oven just called me a name.

[He's not joking. It rhymed with rooshrag. He scowls at it, and it... Doesn't do anything. Because it's an inanimate object. In his defense, it does look particularly menacing about not being sentient. It's a sure sign that if he's left alone in that kitchen he's going to lose his mind and bake himself into 2 and 20 blackbird pies.

With that said, he cuts the feed.]


[Later that night, the bar is decked out in holiday themed decor. There are paper hand turkey strings and decorative leaves, tables are pushed together into long, room-spanning lines and covered with nice white table clothes. There's enough food to feed a small army and then some, and it ranges from the traditional things (turkey, mashed potatoes, corn) to... less commonly found items (white rice, cucumber sandwiches, bowls of gummy bears). In typical bar fashion, the beer is bottomless and abundant.

The whole place looks damn nice, which is good because Dean seems to be a hair away from having some kind of damn breakdown and stabbing someone with a two-pronged fork. People can serve themselves and fight for elbow room, but as far as the host is concerned, his mission is accomplished and the only thing he needs in his life is a giant flagon of beer and a viking-sized turkey leg.]


[This broadcast is post-dated 1 week, and officially going to take place on the holiday itself. To make sure everyone has time to tag at their leisure around their holiday plans, I just wanted to get it up in advance, so feel free to take your time / prioritize the event / postpone until after the holiday / whatever your jam is!

This is a mingle log! Please feel free to make use of the sub-threads, tag around, multi-person threads promote holiday togetherness, all that good stuff! The invitation is nice and broad, so everyone is welcome! Happy holidays! C:]
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I do not know how the rest of you feel about this ominous new announcement, but perhaps we should discuss how many of us know how to fight and how to organize the protection of those that do not. The battle against those vines was chaotic and my understanding is that the attack of hell hounds led to fatalities.
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[Toothless has a certain fascination with art. First it was sticks in the mud, then outside chalk, and then paint on the other side of the mirrors. Today he's found more paint, except in bigger containers. With lots of colors. And bigger brushes! He likes them — he can do more with them, and not worry about them breaking in his mouth.

Paint doesn't taste good. He's finding out again today.

Because today, one of the hallways has been sacrificed to his artistic efforts. Though, to be fair, it was an accident that the first paint container broke in his mouth. And then the others followed, because Toothless has discovered finger painting.

Or, more accurately, paw painting. And tail painting. It's a mess.

His communicator is jostled on as he paws patterns of yellow, blue, green, red, and white all over the floor and some of the walls. Toothless has lost his natural black camouflage. He's just a tangle of bright colors, splattered messily, as he also uses his chin and belly to get the colors in the right patterns.]

01 | Video

Nov. 13th, 2013 12:15 pm
askedforit: (pic#7001160)
[personal profile] askedforit
Okay, so tell me something. Just what are we supposed to do around here? I mean, call me crazy or whatever you want, but I just can't shake the feeling that we're little better than test subjects for someone's insane experiment.

Or maybe they're just trying to make us go crazy, and you know what? They're doing a pretty good job of it.

[The business of the mirrors colliding with the reals, and having people try and kill him twice in a very short amount of time hasn't done much to improve Peter's temper.]

I don't want to sit here and just let people jerk me around because it's how they get their laughs or whatever.

So, what's your secret? Or maybe there isn't one; but either way, it's not good enough to just be someone's science project.
ofletters: (let it be)
[personal profile] ofletters
[ Here's someone who hasn't been on the network recently. A thoughtful, albeit tired (though, honestly, it would be surprising if he weren't tired) Sam Winchester peers briefly at the camera, then away. ]

Anyone have, uh... issues looking at your reflections, now? [ There's a weary sigh, as there usually is. ] Having them exist in the first place--the doppelgangers--is hard enough, but...

[ The rest goes unsaid. "Having them with us here is too much." ]

... Makes you wonder.
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[The feed clicks on to reveal a glittering night-sky filled with millions of stars, some brighter than others. Bela can't be seen but it's clear that someone has set the camera up and she speaks after a few moments.]

Beautiful, aren't they? Peaceful too. A stark contrast to last week.

[This wasn't the sole reason why she was addressing the network and she soon carries on.]

Dean? Sweetie, you and I are long overdue for a chit-chat.

[Bela doesn't bother with filtering her messages and her breezy tone disguises the ill feeling that she has in her stomach.]

Oh, and La Lumière? Come find me when you get the chance.

[And click!]


[She can be found on the roof, draped across a comfortable looking chaise lounge, a blanket pulled up around her. It's a cold evening but Bela wasn't going to star gaze just any old way- she had to do it in style. There's an empty flask tucked away in the corner (she had drank all of the tea within) and drinking wine whilst on a rooftop was stupid.

Even if Bela felt like she could use something stronger than Earl Grey.
disparage: [ VAMPIRE ] (many will know anything goes.)
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[ it'd been easy, taking control. all she needed was m!lena to push caroline into a root, and there she was, at the steering wheel, just as she always should've been. this body didn't feel as strong as it should've; feeding from bunnies, rather than humans, and bloodbags, if caroline could find any, didn't really give her the same oomph as it did when tapping a real, live, human vein. ]

[ m!caroline wants to fix that. ]

[ at first, her phone is facing the ground. she's outside on the grounds, blood splattering the tips of the grass blades. the body of the bunny (something that caroline, the real one, had gained control of, in some, sick, crazy way, forcing her mirror to feed and get her blood lust sated from thumper) that she had literally pulled apart isn't in view, but it's close by. ]

I'm bored.

[ its not in view, but m!caroline wipes the back of her hand against her bloodily dripping mouth. while bunnies were definitely not her style, they were a nice appetiser before the main courses. ]

[ she moves the phone to her face. her chin is smeared red. her eyes are dark. the veins that pop against her skin, protruding, sink back in to smooth the flesh there out. head tilted and lips in a shiny, red pout, caroline knows that if anyone needs a hook, there it is. ]

Someone come play with me?

Ugh —[ caroline ends up abruptly throwing her communicator onto the floor. her feet can be seen as she grabs her head, screaming in pain, as if a witch is doing her witchy magic and causing her a vampire brain aneurism. ] No, don't — [ she grits her teeth. ] I'm —

[ m!caroline stands up, back straight, hang going through her hair. ]

[ m!caroline turns into a blur. she'll come back for her phone, though, to turn it off, but not until she goes for a loop around the gardens. after that, she'll grab her phone with plants to raid the grounds, the maze, and the mansion itself for some playthings and party food. ]

( OOC: replies will be coming from both [personal profile] disparage and [personal profile] laud; caroline is a vampire who is capable of mind control, so if you'd like for her to compel your character into submission so she can feed, let me know! she's out for blood so please be aware that most threads may lead to violence and/or feeding from your character. and hunters are welcome to come harm her etc. let me know if you want real or mirror; caroline's fighting pretty hard so you'll most likely get both. )
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If I was a uh--well If I was a dick to you during all that crap just tell me. [ Dean had killed him, but that's the farthest thing from his mind. Dean's like a brother to him and it don't matter that he came at him during the Event. That stuff changed people. It turned them into killers and they didn't have a damn choice in any of it. It warped and twisted your emotions to kingdom come. You didn't stand a chance in defending against that sort of attack. He's more concerned about what he'd be capable of if given half a mind.

He smiles a bit and just sort of shifts around awkwardly. He looks like a boy in trouble on the video right now. He's taken up sitting by the pool for now. It's quiet here. It's late too which means he's got all the privacy in the world. Hence the fact that he has three blood bags next to him. He intends to eat once this video is done. ]
Things got messy. People died. Some good and some bad. [ He kinda put himself in the bad category. ]

I don't blame none of ya'll for the crap that happened out there. It happened. We gotta move on right?
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[ cordelia's sitting in her room, cross-legged on her bed. she puts on a brave face, but she's been thinking — and she's been thinking ever since giles was here — about those big, fat heroes (and their terrible, terrible fates) back home. ]

Ever think you've fallen down the wrong rabbit hole? I figured I did back home. But I'm starting to wonder if I'm still in it, what with Wonderland being so wonderful and everything. [ she cracks a smile. wonderland is her second chance at doing it right, but cordelia's starting to wonder if this is a second chance at all. ]

You think you can pull people out of the closets? They seem to be able to pull things out of our heads.

[ from her experience so far, she's started to realise that the things that befall wonderland are not strange to some of its residents. but she knows her question is impossible; though, it's open for anyone to refute. the superhero event didn't belong in her memory bank, but the dark avenger did. and vision girl without her dark avenger, shiny bald head, smooth green-skinned singer, genius girl, and agent yelsew was a superhero without her limbs or heart. ]

I've been thinking about a hero lately. And — trust me, I'm not about to break out and sing Mariah — but do you ever just catch yourself wondering why it is that you're the only person from your home?

[ cordelia chase misses her family and she's not quite sure how to say it. ]
nascensibility: this one is my favourite (why won't you understand?)
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Up-and-coming field correspondent and reporter Evie O'Connell has a question for you. More than one, actually. Probably two, or three. No, actually, the narration lied, she's got several pages' worth of inquiries to make and no, she won't stop knocking on your door or pestering your neighbours for information until she's got her answers.

...which is probably why she often finds herself tied to chairs on the edges of moats filled with piranhas, making dangerous enemies with the local mob, or having amusingly terse lunches with public officials (the last one, comparatively, isn't so bad). With this sort of nosy reputation, you might not be surprised to hear the following on the air:

"The situation is, as of yet, developing, but the self-professed 'Don' of the family is being brought up on
serious charges of money laundering and fraud after we located their central production storage facility-"

"Mr. Peters insists the cause of local bovine mutilation is aliens-"

"We're on the scene at the Wonderland City Bank where an armed robbery appears to be taking place at the
hands of famed criminal, Apogee, who has kept police out of what has turned into a hostage situation-"

"-the real question we should be asking, citizens, is this: are superheroes worth the risk? Can singular individuals handle that
responsibility, and are we relying too much on the goodwill and charity of benevolent figures that could just as easily turn
and use their powers for personal gain? Whatever the case may be, we owe a great deal to these men and women for tirelessly keeping
crime in check and these streets safe. This is Evie O'Connell for Channel 5 News, live from City Hall, pleasantly persistent
and doggedly determined to give you the best."

What we can take away from this is that, like any good reporter, she is a dreadful busybody and always trying to worm her way past the yellow tape, even if it means sidestepping the authorities to get choice, firsthand material from the criminals that wreak havoc in this godforsaken place.

It's a dangerous business, wanting to know everything.

ooc notes under the cut )
easy_a: (Where are you going?)
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Okay, so I get that this place is supposed to be infested with "monsters from other worlds" -or some bullshit like that- every now and then, but is all this considered "normal"? Because if it is, I'm gonna need to make some friends I can trust and quick.

[Excluding Kelly, of course. However in regards to normalcy, most obviously she's referring to the mansion getting a makeover; however, she's indirectly inquiring about the whole "murder to keep your secrets safe" notice she found in her room and assumes other people have found in theirs.

Her question is asked via audio on purpose as well; while in her own case, the irony of murdering to keep murders a secret has not escaped her, and while she doesn't plan on killing anyone just to keep other killings under the table (as she'd probably still be caught with blood on her hands), that doesn't mean she's unprepared to kill in self-defense, if someone were to attack her.

Should anyone happen to see her in the halls, in one hand is her communicator, and in the other, a baseball bat; she was lucky to have found it while scavenging through some of the sports-related rooms.]

Private text to Kelly )
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[When the video pops on, a very happy and already buzzed Oliver is there grinning like a moron.]

Hey, Wonderland. I figure now is as good of a time as any to celebrate my arrival here. So in honor of me, I'm throwing a little get together for everyone that'd like to come on down. I did a little investigating the other day and I am happy to say that I found a room large enough to house all of you crazy people.

[The video pans over to a nicely decorated ball room with tables of food and drink. It's looking more like a club and less like a fancy dance room. He's somehow managed to get a jukebox from the closet and drag it there. Everything is all set up and ready to go.]

So anyone that feels the need to party knows where to come. All the food and alcohol you can handle and then some. If you're looking for a good time, look no further. There ain't no party like an Oliver Queen party.

[He'll finish it off with a drink and head back over to the fully stocked bar.

[ooc: consider this your giant mingling log of bad life choices. You can have people reply by video or just set up threads to get into shenanigans with other people! Enjoy yourselves ♥]
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[ There's a dirty face on the screen now. He looks less put together and the hat and sunglasses he sports are missing. He's already dropped his things back in his room and now he's just making the announcement. He probably should have said something when he went AWOL, but he could just feel it getting worse. Didn't matter that he had people willing to donate and a blood blank of sorts starting up. Being a vampire and being surrounded by people in a home on a daily basis was hard. Drinking live was different from drinking from a blood bag. Richer. Fuller. The predator part was just as satisfied. He was the one starving to be let out and Benny needed some alone time to get things under control so he left. It was simpler.

He doesn't stay on the screen very long though. He's quiet as if he's trying to think of some way to apologize for being out of communication for so long. He'd probably take some heat from Dean, but just because that big lug could get pretty worried. ]
I--um. [ The screen went blank suddenly and he shook his head. Showering was his next task. He'd try explaining things a little later. He somehow didn't know if he could deal with the line of questions that'd come with his disappearance.

Benny showered a little longer than needed, but it was just another stall tactic. Once he was dressed he turns his device on and swallows hard. ]
Awful sorry I went missin' on some of you folks. I just needed a little bit of time on my own. Had to sort through some things. It ain't easy bein' a bloodsucker surrounded by all you folks. Needed to clear my head. So--I'm sorry.
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[ The fuzzy face of everyone's favorite illusive vampire is now broadcasting because it's getting hard for him to focus on anything these days. He doesn't wanna bring this to Dean's attention either because he's got enough on his hands. He can't babysit Benny and his problems all the time. Benny is capable of handling this--or he thought he was. The hunger is getting bad though. He's not at his breaking point yet, but he has to do something about this. If he reaches the breaking point he's afraid of what he'll do to these folks. He doesn't wanna be a moving target either. This place has some angels in it and he'd rather not ruffle their feathers. Being smote just ain't his idea of a good time.

He shuts his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath that he doesn't actually need. Sometimes it helps him get his nerves under control when he gets like this. Sometimes it just makes him feel a little more human which he just ain't. ]
I got somethin' I wanna say to you fine folks. [ He swallows hard and looks around his room once more. He's putting himself in a considerable amount of danger if this place has hunters or humans with itchy trigger fingers, but he's hoping things won't go south. ] Whoever's listenin'--Hell I don't even know. I need somethin' from you people. If any of you are at all sympathetic to vampire's I could use a hand. I ain't gonna hurt ya, but I could sure use some food of the blood variety. Think of it as uh--a donation to my survival. I'd be awful appreciative if you could help. [ He hasn't drunk live in so long and he's not sure he wants to start again. He's hoping that nice doctor from before is still willing to help store some for him. He was willing to overlook the whole "drink me" incident. ] Please.
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This isn’t my off-ramp.

[ cordelia had been expecting white fluffy clouds ... or at least a mall again. which means one thing: skip. but, then, that didn't explain the talking cat … if this was skip's doing, she's sure keanu reeves would be somewhere, lurking in the corners, ready to enter an alternate reality with his glasses. but, he wasn't. ]

[ she fiddles with the device, switching it from audio to video with a few misguided clicks, and her face, eyebrow cocked, distress clear in her eyes and voice, can be seen. the gardens are behind her. she's sitting by the large pond. ]

Can someone tell me which direction a large, metallic looking thing who is a big fan of Keanu Reeves is? Don't let the exterior fool you, he's super friendly. I need to talk to him; it's important. Like I've lost my ruby shoes and this isn't Oz, but, hey, there's a talking cat who knows how to work a phone kind of important.

I can handle red demons and blue demons and singing demons and spikey demons and, hell, vampires with souls! But talking cats?

[ is she freaking out? no way! (yes way.) cordelia can handle green, singing demons with hearts of gold, but talking cats? no way. no, no, no. she's wiggin' out right now. she has to go kick skip's ass for being a jerk and then make him send her on her merry way to becoming ... whatever it is she's meant to be now. ]

[ inhale, exhale. she's back on the right track. ]

His name is Skip. Honestly, you can't miss him.
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[ Guess who's back, back again?

If the guess was 'the demon known as Meg', well get yourself a cookie out of the cookie jar. She is back, and having herself a fit of nostalgia. Not the good kind, though. When she arrived the first time it was on the very beach she finds herself on again. Before, though, she was fit to be tied, trying to zap out of Wonderland with no luck whatsoever. Now, though...well, it's a completely different story.

She's managed to prop herself up against a nearby sand dune, looking for all the world like she's just lounging around, enjoying the sunshine. Except she's not enjoying any of this, and she's currently looking pretty beat up and bloody - not to mention blonde. If her legs were cooperating, she would probably be doing some form of her previous anger stomp along the beach, but right now she just can't. It's another cherry on the sundae that has now become her life.

Obviously, this is the best time to announce her return, and when she turns on the video she ignores the blood on her face, figuring she'll just clean it up later. In the end, who cares. Without preamble, she starts in:

So, who does a girl have to bribe to get a beer around here? [ Look at that, alcohol is her priority as always. The more things change, and yadda yadda yadda, whatever. She just needs a damn drink. ] I think I've earned myself about two or eighteen. Wouldn't say no to some whiskey, either.

[ Hand delivered, of course. Like hell she's going to belly crawl up to the mansion, give her a little credit here. The plan is basically wait until she's healed up enough to walk, then stumble up to the room she's learning to call home and pass out for a month or two. She's tired.

There's a pause, and she looks like she's going to say more. It's like an itch, the need to call Crowley out and challenge him, but she holds back on that. There's no telling if he's still there anymore, and besides - the longer she can go without seeing his face, the better. So, she'll just cut off the video, without so much as a toodles or a good bye.
nascensibility: this one is my favourite (take you down to chinatown)
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[Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and Evelyn has had her fair share of incidents spawned from touching the wrong sort of things or reading the wrong sort of books (out loud, in a temple).

She has also spent a great deal of her life having others care for her, look after her, or generally be accommodating to ensure her well-being. With her husband gone and the weighty, substantial worry that she'll hardly be of any use added to the burden of a lost family, Evie has rather decided to take matters into her own hands.

That, and a poor encounter with a mirror left her feeling even more helpless than usual. Were it not for the engaging desire to experiment, she might have remained silent.

I need to know how to aggressively defend myself.

Experts in weaponry please inquire within.

[Blunt, perhaps, but to the point. Historians only waffle about when absolutely necessary.]
righteously: ([Neg] Sadness)
[personal profile] righteously
action beneath the cut )

[He appears on screen haggardly, looks as exhausted as he feels.]


[Because that's the next most important thing. He doesn't take the time to filter it, doesn't even think to do it, just...]

Cas, buddy, I need you right now.

[He starts to turn it off and then falters, like he's only just remembered the rest of the world exists, like there are people here he's got an obligation to. A soft puff of breath, a downward glance and then back up again. An apologetic tilt of his head.]

Sorry for leaving you guys hanging. It uh- Well, you know how it goes. Blake, you still here? James? ...Dad?

[He clears his throat.]

Matter of fact, if anyone wants to give me an update, that'd be... You know. Swell.

[ooc: Sorry for the TL;DR! All network responses are assumed to take place after any thread with Sam and Martha.]
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[ For a moment all that's heard is some grunting and probably a few obscene curses. He's still trying to figure the phone out, but that's because he's not familiar with it. Technology isn't Benny's strong suit in the slightest. He had a flip phone when him and Dean were talking, but he ditched that a long time ago. Getting anything fancier never really appealed to Benny. No need. This thing wasn't what he wanted to be shackled to at all.

Suddenly a fuzzy beard appears in frame and it's clearly speckled with spots of gray. There are a few more grunts as Benny finally arrives at the conclusion that this isn't just your run of the mill phone. Then again the only phones he's familiar with are the flip ones. This one's in a whole different league and dammit if it's not pissing him off.

He clears his throat quickly and finally becomes a little more visible on the screen. When he found this damn thing in his pocket he didn't know what to expect, but maybe he could get a hold of someone who could help him out. ]
I don't think this damned thing is even workin', but if anyone's out there I could sure use a nudge in the right direction. A state would greatly appreciated. This house don't look too comfortin' and I'm itchin' to get the hell outta dodge.


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