Doors

Oh, what the hell Harley?

So that was a hotel party, huh?

[Locked to Gabriel R]
Shall I tell you all about the dreadfully maudlin wedding? There wasn't one stormtrooper in attendance. Lucas would be appalled.

[Locked to Addy G]
Did you try the Butterbeer?

[Locked to Michael K]
Pretend to miss me terribly.

[Text to Deacon V]
Designer footwear check.

[After this.]

Oh fuck this! We get hurt when they do?!

[After this.]

Cas?

[Locked to Liam R]

News in Callie land: I finally figured out who the guy in my head is. Also have Kokomo stuck in my head for unrelated reasons.

News in Liam land: ???



[Locked to Dr. Jack R]

How's your voicebox working out, Hal 9000?



[Public]

Who here knows a Castiel?

Can you mundane people try not to die, please?

[Dexter M]

We're overdue a shipment. You'll follow up and see where they've got to, how one can wander astray from the route used for the last ten years, hm? And perhaps find us someone else to move the shipments. I don't like it when my things go missing.

If I give you a name, will you find out what you can? (And it needn't be said your entrails will be hair ribbons for Anais if you say anything to anyone, darling)

[Anais M]

Are you bored yet?

[Public]

Drink enough for the sot to drown himself in, beautiful women to take away the taste of the sand. We've swept it from our crevasses, darlings, so the doors are open once again and all are duly welcomed (lest of course, you plan to put an end to the fun)

[The morning after Deacon's post-sand party.]

[Public]

You know it was a fucking good party when you come home with less clothes than you went out with.


[Deacon V]

You find an extra pair of panties around your place? Maybe wherever you dropped them last night?

[call to Showgirl Video, in the evening. he asks for 'Blue' about five times before sufficiently annoying the girl on the other end, whereupon he relents and asks for Dolores instead. Thanks, doll.]

Riiing.

[public.]

We all made it out of sandstorm hell alive, right? Right. So, let's celebrate. Party at my place, bitches.

[Public]

Kid ain't takin a step through that door no more. Keep asking him for some time off and he screams like a five year old every time I ask. Good thing I'd have to be some kind of desert walker to get to the hotel in the first place.

I find this all very difficult to believe, but the other option is a complete mental breakdown on my part.

Is there a Jack Crawford here? Hannibal Lecter?

[locked to cas & sam]

I'm having deja vu vu [...] vu.

[public.]

I'm getting really damn tired of being bounced around. I feel like that sad, ugly puppy everyone feels sorry for but no one wants.

Whatever the fuck you're all on, I want some. Sharing is caring, boys and girls. Don't be greedy.

How do you all know how much time to spare for your...other person? We both seem reasonably busy, both with our own individual roles. There are times when it's difficult to believe in what he is, but how can I doubt the facts when they are presented to me as he did?

[Private to Sam and Dean Winchester]
I don't know if this is right to do or not, but the kid in my head...he seems constantly worried about being discovered by demons. What can I do to assist him in preventing this worry? Is there any way it can filter to the other side of the door or not? I'm familiar with the biblical sources, though I've obviously no first hand experience with those sorts of demons. People who are evil, I suppose yes, but...that's for another time if at all.

[locked to cerise s.]

I know we fucking hate each other, and trust me when I say this ain't a thrill for me either, but [...] I need to talk to you.

Ghostbusters is on again. I keep hoping somebody's going to actually come up with a working Proton Pack.

[Locked to Drake W]
[During this, while out searching.] Anything where you're at? We're gonna have Cee to deal with soon, and I'd rather blow this man's face off without her in the room.

A manhunt. A federal warrant. I'm flattered.

$500k to anyone who wants to give me a hand out of here. I'll make it worth your while. And I'll throw a baby girl in for good measure. That's worth something.

[After the news hits, once she knows Sam isn't with him any longer. She's maybe a little more drugged than she realizes and not completely thinking about what she's doing. She definitely wouldn't leave this public otherwise. But she's calm and so she has her journal back for the moment, and she neglects to lock this. The handwriting is loose and even, and the post shows up from "Iris M".]

( She says some questionably inappropriate things that need to be behind a cut - ultimate overshare )