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Tweak says, "Bitey mad lady!"

:: wax on, wax off :: (skeeballfanatic) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-10-11 00:01:00

Entry tags:

!closed, dean winchester, god

WHO: Dean Winchester and God
WHAT: Skeeball!
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: One of the skeeball arcades in the city.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

God knew that Dean missed his brother. She knew that he was worried about him, and that his mood wasn't going to improve all that much until Sam was back here, in Colligo, 'safe and sound'. God also knew it wouldn't be long before Sam returned and that Dean had plenty of people he knew to help keep him on the right track until that time.

However, God would be remiss if She didn't jump on the opportunity to re-introduce him to a game he admitted to not having played in quite some time. A game that was bound to cheer him up if only by taking his mind, temporarily, off of the current situation. Not to mention, She knew how anxious Castiel was to share the news of Her arrival, and that he couldn't do so until after this very meeting.

So She set up a time and place, and made certain to bring Her PDA along with Her for the meeting. She had to have some way to communicate with Dean, after all, and didn't want to drag the Metatron to a meeting where She was meant to be incognito.

Arriving a few minutes early, God secured an area of the arcade and simply observed those around Her with a light smile upon Her face. She was wearing Her hair down; the long, dark tresses hung in semi-curls halfway down Her back. The skirt She wore was of an earthy tone rather than bright and obvious. It fell nearly to Her ankles, and had a top that matched to go with it. She still kept on Her flip-flops; covered shoes were simply too much of a hindrance for Her to bother with. All-in-all, though, She looked very much like a happy, relaxed, hippie-esque woman rather than the deity in disguise that She actually was.

Which, She decided as Dean came into sight, was precisely what She wanted at the moment. To blend in, not arouse too much suspicion or attract too large of a crowd, and to enjoy some time with one of Her creations without the added pressure of being the Almighty Creator hanging about.

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_waywardson
2009-10-13 05:58 am UTC (link)

Now that he was actually playing and getting those old parts of his brain working again, as it usually was with memories of your time as a kid, he started to remember more bits and pieces of days at the arcade with Sammy. At Her message he grinned and shook his head. "Yeah and then you make your own luck by walking up the side of the machine and plunking your balls in," he offered. "I won my brother one of those hand held racing games that way."

Dean picked up his next ball and eyed the ramp suspiciously. He would get one in that elusive top rung today if it was the last thing he did. He shot the ball up the ramp with just a little more gusto than his first and grinned triumphantly after a long moment of teetering it fell into the highest scored rung. "Just like riding a bike."

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skeeballfanatic
2009-10-15 05:49 pm UTC (link)

God clapped, smiling happily when his ball reached the top score. It was definitely impressive, considering She knew just how long it had been since he'd played. Then again, Dean wasn't like most people, so it wasn't overly surprising that he'd easily remembered the mixture of skill and luck that came to playing skeeball.

Her own ball, already in her hand, rolled smoothly up the ramp and over the edge. It hit the top hole but then rolled back, into the second to highest one. God gave a shrug of Her shoulders and picked up Her PDA.

It looks as though I might still need training wheels, hmm?

The joke came as easily to Her as smiling did. As the Metatron told anyone who asked - She did have a sense of humor. And was even capable of not taking Herself too seriously. Although honestly, the fact that She enjoyed skeeball so much should make that obvious.

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