Madison Valley Role Play

WHO: Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester
WHAT: No more avoiding it
WHERE: At Jo's place
WHEN: Friday Night
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
WARNINGS: Probably cursing and talk of death


( No, I think you got me all wrong // I don't regret this life I chose for me )

Ok, so either another alternate reality or I'm dead again. It must be Tuesday, crap like this always happens on a Tuesday.

Are you going to keep avoiding me forever?

WHO: Dean Winchester and Random Dent
WHAT: Match-up!
WHERE: Around the barrier
WHEN: Friday night
STATUS: Ongoing
WARNINGS: TBD


Dean was still wondering what episode of the Twilight Zone he walked into. He hadn't stopped by to see Jo yet, it was too damn weird to do so. It had been awhile for him since she died, but seeing her here? It was like ripping a bandage off a still open wound. All that guilt had bubbled back up, he hadn't been able to keep her safe. He'd lost both her and Ellen that day. It was like losing more of his family, nevermind the almost undeniable attraction between him and Jo. He had tried to push that away, because yes he had feared her shotgun toting mother. Hell what hunter in their right mind hadn't feared that woman? She was majorly scary.

To distract himself from the inevitable having to see Jo face to face he was walking just along the perimeter of the town and the barrier. That is when he found himself surprised to see a woman tossing rocks at the barrier. Well if that wasn't boredom, he didn't know what was. Unless she was trying to do some scientific bullshit that went above his brainwaves. He made a slow approach because in his line of work there was one thing he had learned. Never walk up on someone without being careful because you never know what you are walking up on. Oh he was looking for signs of a demon or something else. He might even have muttered something in Latin. If he had holy water on him and a knife he may have gone through all the tests he could.

"Hello."

Smooth Winchester, SMOOTH.

I've been thinking a lot over the past few days. Some things Georgia said really stuck with me and now after the violence at the theater I think-

I think I need to live by my principles more.

So I'm not going to let some stupid looter who thinks the only way to get what he wants is by hitting people scare me.

And I'm not going to let some corrupt government that won't respect people's rights scare me either.

That's not what Kenzo Yagai would do. That's not what my daddy would do. It's giving in, and that's not right. Not in my timeline when the anti-genemod people try to wreck things, and not in this one where anti-refugee people do the same thing.

So I'm going to pitch my stall where I want and I'm going to make all the money I need and I'm not going to let them scare me into hiding in a church for as long as I'm here. Because I deserve better than that.

So there are a lot of us here now.

And there's been a great deal of focus on our differences, the things we don't like about each other, the things we fear about each other and the council.

But what there hasn't been is much discussion about things we may have in common. Things we may have in common include missing people or things from back home. Here's my challenge to you: what do you miss most about home?

I miss my mother.

WHO: Thomas Raith and OPEN
WHAT: Worrying about Harry, etc.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: The Electric Lady
WARNINGS: Possible sexuality, language, TBD
STATUS: OPEN/Ongoing

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All of these discussions about "protecting" and guns and magic reminds me too much of what Lucifer was doing to my world before I was brought here.

It also reminds me just how very damn alone I am here.

No offense, John and Mary, you guys have been great. It's just not the same.