[ Sam or no Sam, Sasha or no Sasha, Dean was going to infiltrate the Devil's Compass and spruce up the place a bit. Mostly with the addition of a record player. Yes, you got that right. A record player.

He much preferred tapes, but, eh... might as well go for the good stuff. The new billiard table was going to have to wait. He needed help for that.

Flicking on the feed, the nice, soft dulcet tones of Nirvana filter over the line even as Dean pops into view. ]

Hey! Don't know about you, but I thought the place could use a bit of cheering up down here. Who wants to join me for a few drinks and some music? I'll man the bar if Sam doesn't. Just don't expect me to make anything fancier then a beer. I ain't making any of that fruity crap.

[ and... yeah. There goes Dean. See you guys at the Compass! ]

[Akito's had a mission in mind today. He feels like cooking something! But the question is, what exactly?

So he's settled on a bench in the park, cookbook in his lap. Currently he's flicking through the cake section. Because cake is delicious and he needs to know how to make it. He's done muffins before, cake surely can't be much harder. But what kind...chocolate, ice-cream, coconut? So many choices, so little time.

Thankfully he's stocked up, a bottle of chocolate milk in hand, straw already ready to go. There's a bag of various cake ingredients next to him, too much to carry by himself. But his others had a small disagreement and are currently in the middle of aggressive negotiations overhead, so he's just waiting until one of them comes back to help him. Hence the research!

He wouldn't mind company though]

[Hello, Marina. Bad Haro is staring at you.]

Dumbass! Dumbass!

[Guy makes a move to swat the thing away, very gently. His voice is tinny and faraway from the communicator.] Hey, don’t be like that -

Guy angry! Guy angry! Abuse! Abuse!

[A hand reaches over and wrenches the communicator away, and it’s Guy, making an appropriately put upon expression. But he regards the dark haro, formerly Nena’s, instead of the device and whoever might be watching the feed.]

You know -

[Again, it interrupts:] Stuck your hand in me! Hand in me!

[The feed cuts abruptly.]