PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

That old man wasn't very nice to me.

So I fed his liver to my dog, Sammy.

I think she liked it. She's a good girl.

Mommy's upset. Poor thing, she doesn't seem to be having much fun.

I'm bored.

Isn't there anything fun to do around here?

I want to hug everyone.

I love you.

[ooc: and this is what happens when sam winchester takes meds for his leg.]

I talked to the Doctor, and if you still need a room you're more than welcome here as long as you need.

Look for the blue box on [address]. Or if you'd rather I could meet you somewhere?

[OOC: Backdated to Hallowe'en since Jessica's player was away all this weekend.]

Are you free for a chat? I didn’t know who else to talk to, but I really can’t deal with this on my own on top of everything and so far I don’t know what to do other than ignore it but its not working so far at all.

Anyone else seeing the news...

I'd go rescue him but I'm just about to head out...also his fangirls seem to not approve of me. Go figure huh?

If anyone had any doubts over the genius of Plan Foil check this out.

Plus think of the music opening that, consider we have a Jedi on side...

It's destiny. No two ways about it.

Some of you womenfolk are almost a little scary, you know that? Makes me feel better about my sanity.

Just saying.

ETA: I plead neutral and that's where I'm staying. Not getting involved in this.

[Filter EDITED to now add Xander Harris, Nathan Petrelli, Peter Petrelli, Heidi Petrelli, Sarah Almost-Petrelli and Anakin Solo ETA2: and now Angela Montenegro] [ooc: yes, she's recruiting as many as she can!]

Ok, it's war!

So Sam and Dean clearly didn't appreciate the joke. And now it seems that Kira had a loss of sense of humor as well for some reason.

Therefore I propose more pranking on all three of them. And I am offering myself up to be blamed as the mastermind of all of this. Since I'm all locked away in the Hyperion for the next few days it's not like they can get in to prank me back right?!

Claire, I know you have expertise in the pranking arena so your experience will be appreciated. Also, want you firmly on our side as you could prank me back if you wanted to!

Ruby, I am suspecting you have a devious mind and want to make full use of that.

Jessica, welcome to LA. This is how we entertain ourselves.

Heather, you brought us all together, and first came up with the idea of pranking them both. I worship and adore you!

If anyone wants to see a video of Sam and Dean running around naked while a big crowd watches as they try to collect their clothes again...well. It'll have to be a private showing. Youtube has terms of service, after all.

I got to thinking....dangerous and all as it might be,

Its been fun so far, the prank war. But don't you get the feeling that Sam and shortbus Dean think they're kinda the masters of the art.

I say we prank them, all of us, against the two of them. One prank so epic it might deflate the collective Winchester ego just a little.

I'm open to suggestions as to what that might be of course.

Questions, comments,

THAT WAS NOT FUNNY. I have that damn tune stuck in my head now and he made me sing it to go away!

It’s on and you’re going down, Dean!

Halloween. The stupidest, most ridiculous holiday in the history of holidays. Followed closely by Christmas, which I'm not even gonna get into.

I can't stand all of this holiday talk. All the costumes in the stores. All of it. It's stupid and ridiculous and I'm GLAD that I live in a hotel because if anyone turned up at my doorstep asking for candy in stupid little costumes then I'd probably do something that would get me arrested.

I used to love Halloween. Now? I don't know, new jobs put things in perspective. People dressing up in costumes just makes it harder to find the real bad guys. Which, yeah... like my job needs to be any harder? Being stuck here is bad enough.

Seriously, Sam, WHAT THE HELL!?! Stop making your gay music play on my cell phone, stop ordering gay midget strippers in my name and stop writing things on my forehead in sharpie. Most of all, stop messing with the beer. You're NEVER going to win this one, and making me kick some midget's ass, or hearing me curse loudly enough to wake the neighbors when my lips pucker because of the beer isn't going to save you. On the bright side, when I was walking out to the truck today everyone was checking out my ass. Several people even whistled and gave me a thumbs up. Yup...I've still got it. Bet that never happens to you, college boy.

DEAN. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.

Hey does anyone wanna go blitz some shopping? I totally need new clothes, being sick means I at least had some positive side effects like losing a dress size. Manicure is muchly needed. Then some bar and glug, glug WAHOOO! Girls only, for this part at least, guys.

( I mastered that innocent look at age six )

I'm in the mood to bake. Merlin, I'm turning into my mother. But it at least it will keep me away from the internet.

You know what I'm thinking, Lily? That we can't let you fall behind in your studies, and we should set up classes for you. And wipe that glare off you face, I can see it from here.

Pyramid Head is gone. Crisis is over. I feel like there's this huge weight that's been thrown from me. The world is suddenly a lot...better. And now I sound like a Disney movie.

So now that that's all out of the way, I figured 'hey, why not get back to doing what I do best?' So I went to check my email. I give people my email so that they can contact me for hunts, right? Instead?

People send me stuff like...Men in Black posters.

( MIB? Really? )

It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. You're not real. You're dead. I'm ignoring you. Typing this is going to help. Staring at the screen is going to help. Ignoring you is going to help. I can't see you. I can't hear you. I have my headphones in. You aren't here. You don't exist. You're just an illusion. I didn't kill you, you made the deal yourself. Not here. Not here.

It'll all be over soon. Don't worry, guys. Just hang tight.

This is screwed up!

Hell, this place is hell only fog instead of fire. I want to go back to where I came from. Being dead was more peaceful than this!

I died, I remember that much. How could I forget that But then things get hazy, this is..I died. There was fire and..yeah, so excuse me for being confused right now and more than a little disturbed.

Sam? Anyone? I just need someone to tell me I'm not crazy.