( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

You know, the welcoming committee should learn to be more...welcoming. I really wanted to hang out in a library for about five hours before getting kicked out by giant statues. You should get working on that faceless collecting god. Or rather...Morgan Freeman. Well, it makes sense. With Batman and all. Hey, does this mean I can get a cool ride too?

I can be Batman. [ a laugh ] From what I read I would also like to put in a request while I'm here. No musicals. I don't sing.

Well to everyone here, I'm Dean Weston. I'd say I don't plan on staying here for long but I really doubt I have a choice in this. Might as well find a bar and settle down for now.

This place has got one twisted sense of humor.

Right. So. Hi. I'm Sam, and I have no idea what is going on.

Any chance someone out there could offer up an explanation?

I'm so glad all that's over and folks are starting to come back, even if I can't really wrap my head around people coming back from being dead. Then again, I've been having to wrap my head around a lot of stuff lately. Seems like there's a whole lot more to the world than I ever thought. Not sure how I feel about that, but I figure freaking out doesn't stop any of that stuff from existing, so I'm just choosing to go with it.

I know there's a lot of rebuilding to do, but I apparently got a little place for Christmas from Asaph. It's about perfect for a gumbo shack. I think I'm gonna open it up, like I did back home. If anyone needs a job, they're welcome to stop by. Roy Benny, you don't got a choice. I'm not losing my best worker.

I just know there's folks who are new and haven't managed to find work yet, and this might help them out.

So I'm just going to go ahead and throw this out there. If anybody finds themselves out and about, anywhere near the Roadhouse (that's [address] for those who don't know), and you need supplies or just a place to stay and rest for a while, feel free to stop on by. We've managed to keep the place invasion-free since this all started and I don't see that changing any time soon.

Also, if anybody's wanting to see a bit of action without putting themselves on the streets in the thick of things, just let me know. We've got folks posted on the roof and around the perimeter, on two hour shifts, as well as hot meals and a bed to lay your head when you need it.

I guess Asaph just can't get enough of me, it seems. Might almost be flattered, if something didn't always happen to turn this place on its ear not long after I show back up. Still. This beats the alternative.

Now, who all is still around? Front and center.

( Elizabeth sounds like she's talking to herself, trying to work out what's going on, not realizing the PDA is on )

Oh my god...

What the hell's going on?

( she sounds a bit panicked )

I can't deal with this. It's just too much.

My life was normal. It was simple. And now it feels like everything's a mess.

When the hell did everything get so screwed up?

[ooc: if your character thinks they might be included in claire's very general filter, they probably are]

Right, so December is a pretty busy month for us, what with all three kids having birthdays as well as Christmas. And considering it's Colligo, we pretty much know the idea of celebrating the holidays on the actual date in question is just plain dumb. It never works out.

So. Here's the plan.

( Click to see the party dates. )

We're going to be having Christmas dinner, and presents, on Christmas Eve. Just in case. If anyone wants to stop by, we can definitely set something up. Or come visit you, if you really want to brave the kids running around your place.

( Filtered to Lucifer )

Dean?

Dean?

Am I posting now, Dean?

Can you read this, Dean?

Is this a Text Message, Dean?

It is a message comprised of text. The child told me that it had to be composed on a phone to be a Text Message. But this message was composed on a phone, so I don't see any essential differences.

Why does one post messages to the network, Dean?

( a clash as Cas knocks some of the armor around in his haste to get out of the library ) This isn't remotely humorous. Where is Dean Winchester? I don't understand the purpose of this device. I have an urgent matter to ---

( doors slamming shut, Castiel getting shoved out onto the concrete and knocking on the door forcefully for several minutes before giving up the ghost on that one. )


Hello? ( a long pause, as Castiel looks around the city center. )


Dean?

Sam?

I want a cheeseburger. I've never had one before. Oh! And a milkshake. I've never had one of those either. Does anybody know of a good place to get those things in the city?

Oh! And some Now & Later candy. I've had some of that before but it won't make me sick now, so I think I want some again. I don't need help finding that, though. Just the cheeseburger and milkshake.

So, someone gave me a rundown of the basics. Just figuring it might not hurt to check in with the assembled parties. This isn't exactly what I had in mind for a vacation. [ mild laughter ] Granted, this isn't exactly where I expected to be come today, either, but what are you going to do?

Name's Benny. And it looks like I'm going to have to find a job.