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| Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 | |
| 3:08 pm [viking_sheriff] |
Eric had made an effort to get to know all of the townspeople. Some he knew better than others, it was true, but he'd at least met all of them. Except for one, that is. He'd heard mention of another man in town, but Eric had yet to cross paths with him. So after dark, Eric made his way down to the inn, hoping to finally meet the elusive Dean. [single thread post for Dean, please :)] |
| Monday, July 19th, 2010 | |
| 10:50 pm [mitchellsg1] |
There were a lot of things Cam missed about Colorado Springs, and the gym was definitely one of them. He felt itchy without being able to work out with his equipment, without being able to spar with Teal'c or hit the basketball court, even the shooting range... he wasn't sure if it was his brain playing tricks on him or not but he felt like he was getting rusty, and it bugged him. He did what he could, though, and running was one of those things. The weather was always perfect, conditions always ideal, and he pushed himself harder because of it. He wanted some discomfort, some pain, found himself wishing he'd step out one day to a thunderstorm or stifling heat or something besides the cloying perfection that was this place. (For Vala) |
| 4:47 pm [of_little_faith] |
information (for azrael and sookie) ... but why ask for directions when this place had signs up all over? The Inn had a big sign that said Wolf's Head Inn. All the streets were marked. The grocery store had a big sign that said GROCERIES. Dean just didn't see the point. Despite walking around with an angel he didn't know following him, Dean was feeling a little better about the situation, just then. This was not yet different from any other job he'd worked on... except that he was alone. And Dean really did not like being alone. He stopped outside of the library, hoping it was open and he wasn't going to have to break in. It looked empty, but open. "This," he said somewhat condescendingly, "is where they keep the computers." A pause. "I hope." He looked over his shoulder at Azrael to be sure he was still there. And he was, creepy as ever. "I seriously hope I don't have to explain the internet," he said, holding the glass door open. |
| Saturday, July 17th, 2010 | |
| 6:16 pm [dubbie] |
Time to relax It'd been a busy few days, taken up with cleaning out her house and putting everything in order but it was done now, and the decor wasn't great but it would be liveable. Well for now at least. Needed a tv and xbox to make it home. And her friends would be good as well. The sun was starting to set, so she left her house and headed to the Inn, looking for a drink and maybe someone to talk to. She stepped inside the Inn and looked around to see who else was around. |
| Friday, July 16th, 2010 | |
| 9:52 pm [viking_sheriff] |
It was just after full dark had fallen, and Eric was outside working in his front lawn. He'd discovered a reel mower in his basement and had decided use it in an attempt to make the overgrown yard look presentable. Sure, the neighbors might find it odd that he was mowing his lawn at night, but Eric didn't mind. If it didn't get done at night, it wasn't going to get done at all. [Open to anyone, but Eric would especially like to meet Dean and Wendy!] [ETA: NSFW in the Eric/Vala thread.] |
| 10:15 am [notatalldead] |
lost girl (open) Alcide told her to run. Sookie ran. She was surprised how fast she could go in the black spiked heels she'd borrowed for the visit to Lou Pine's. They weren't getting in her way, though. Neither was the black wig she was wearing, which she found even more strange. Sookie expected it to pop off her head, but it stayed put. The surprise came when she didn't recognize her surroundings anymore, and found herself completely NOT near Lou Pine's, or anywhere she'd ever seen. Was that a hot air balloon? It was odd to be upset not to look like herself, but Sookie was getting aggravated about just that. She was lost, and she looked like a biker bar tramp. Her heels were clicking on cobblestone. What in the world? There was sure no cobblestone over in the area by the bar. Sookie listened carefully, hoping to pick up some stray thoughts from people around here. But it was late, and a lot were sleeping. She did catch a few... ... got here, can't get out... ... just hope Sam's okay. I wish I could talk to him. ... what do they mean, no way out? Sookie kept walking, thoroughly confused, wishing more people were awake so she could get more information. The cobblestone kept going, and she wondered where she could go to change out of the uncharacteristic clothes and get some sleep. |
| Tuesday, July 13th, 2010 | |
| 8:57 pm [goddessforhire] |
After a few days in her leathers, Vala had finally broke down and found a shop in town that had other clothes. There was only so many days one could wear black leather before it needed to be cleaned. Brushing her pants off, Vala stepped out of the shop feeling rather good and carrying quite a few bags. With her new house, she had quite a few new closets in need of filling. ((Cam-- tag you're it! And to anyone that feels the need to change clothes ha!)) |
| 8:50 am [bloody_saint] |
Arrival post - open to anyone It had been a very long time since Bastian had found himself lost. Even in the dead of night, even in a strange town, he could always find his way, by scent if nothing else, back to where he started. This place, this...town/castle/fortress/something was new to Bastian in a way that nothing had been in longer than he could remember. The smell here was different, the only thing recognizable the scent of his own clothing and the telltale human odor that told him the town was inhabited. The worst of it was, he didn’t remember coming here. He was only walking home, back to his newly rented flat after a night of work. And the sun had been coming up, hadn’t it? He would turn to see if he could find his way back, but he knew without looking that he would find nothing familiar that way either. The scent of the small town he’d been living in for the past month was gone completely. All that was left was this strange, new place. So he started walking. A building ahead, some sort of inn it seemed, was lit, and Bastian made his way toward it. |
| Monday, July 12th, 2010 | |
| 3:26 pm [mitchellsg1] |
This cannot be happening. Cam really wanted to pride himself on being able to handle some pretty whacked out situations, but this one was definitely taking the cake - the cake and whole damn bakery, actually. He was happy to have Vala here, but Vala wasn't exactly a calming presence at the best of times. She was... well, she herself was a very unpredictable situation, just being around her made him slightly more cautious. Vala was made for trouble, and it seemed like her pretty well, too. As for the rest of the people here... he couldn't decide if he'd landed in the weirdest alternate universe ever, or everyone else was just hopped up on some really nice drugs. And since he couldn't come to a conclusion, he did the next best thing - helped himself to a few beers and tried to chemically induce a little bit of distraction. (Open to anyone, but especially Dean - Cam needs to bond with a fellow human.) |
| Sunday, July 11th, 2010 | |
| 9:53 pm [mitchellsg1] |
Cam didn't exactly get a restful night of sleep, between the pain in his leg and the thoughts in his mind. By daybreak he was up, and shortly after knocking on Vala's door. [Oh, Valaaaaa.] |
| Friday, July 9th, 2010 | |
| 2:20 pm [post_humous] |
i see the angels/i'll lead them to your door (for dean) Azrael headed for the inn, not sure what he was searching for at this point. Advice given to him by Carr to search the castle for answers nagged at the back of his mind, but a more pressing concern was finding the Winchester man. His original idea had been to manipulate the portals and pull him into this world, where he'd be able to take all the answers he wanted without worry of time or place. But now, with more and more people showing up, things might become more complicated. Stepping inside, he took a moment to enjoy the artful carvings and master craftsmanship of the furniture. Whoever had designed this town had done so with delicate care and passion - again, more emphasis on the material than on those who might live here. For Azrael, he could see why others wouldn't want to stay here (and had obviously chosen not to), but the angel didn't dwell on those thoughts for long, though it was an effort to turn away from them. The cigarette in his mouth gave off a tendril of smoke that curled past his face to the ceiling; he removed it and took a second glance to see who was present inside of the tavern. |
| Thursday, July 8th, 2010 | |
| 10:36 pm [viking_sheriff] |
It was after dark, and Eric Northman was house hunting. He knew exactly what he wanted: a large house with a nice, big basement that had no windows and no exterior door. A basement that he could sleep in during the day, that was light-tight. He strolled through the village at a casual pace, judging each house that he passed based on its exterior and deciding that many of them were too small for his tastes. He was also hoping to meet some of the other occupants of this strange little town as he wandered. A willing blood donor would be nice, but more than that, Eric was a social creature by nature. He missed the active night life of Fangtasia, his bar back home. [Open to anyone who'd like to chat with a vampire. :D] |
| 9:40 pm [goddessforhire] |
Making the best of the tavern... Vala stood in the tavern, a pint at her elbow and the window looking out onto the town in front of her. It reminded her a lot of the Ori village that she had sort of been a part of at one time. The difference was, this place seemed friendly. Carr was at least. It was only the second day in the village but Vala was bored. Something needed to happen and happen soon or she was going to have to find her own fun and it was never good when she did that. Looking back out the window, Vala moved to look around the bar, hoping to find something interesting. ((Open to anyone and everyone-- especially Cam!)) |
| Wednesday, July 7th, 2010 | |
| 9:35 pm [post_humous] |
tread slowly for I know/there's a thousand miles to go Well, that could have gone better, Azrael thought to himself after the man...Eddie had stalked off. It was difficult for the angel to relegate a name to the person, mostly due to the fact that the tension held in the man's body would be a plausible reason for lies. It wasn't unheard of for a person to be a little apprehensive after being dropped off in a different dimension (he himself had been a bit startled), but the way the anxiety had fluctuated throughout their conversation gave Azrael pause to consider what it meant. Regardless, he made a mental note to keep an eye on the man - but for now there were other inhabitants. At least two women, who knew how many more. He had removed himself from the fountain to further past the inn; exploring the surroundings. Everything was quite picturesque: wooden buildings white washed for appeal, latticed windows. The last buildings he could recall were of a much humbler variety. Still made of wood, yes, but few decorations and if there were any, they were more natural. Flowers, woven into bouquets and wreaths. Pots, made by hand from river clay. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his pack of cigarettes, and pounded the box lightly against his right hand. Where would others be? Most likely in the inn. Refreshing themselves, orienting themselves to their new surroundings. Azrael was of a different mind, he needed to see and feel and hear his location to understand it. The path before him lead up to the castle, and the angel wondered why might lie in store inside its walls. Potential answers, perhaps a way back to their own dimensions? Unlikely, he thought as he lifted a butt to his lips and lit it with a flick of his wrist. Moving up to a window, he cupped hands around his eyes to block the light so he might glance inside, attempting to see anything there was to see. Carr had mentioned others inhabiting the town, but they could be anywhere. ((open for anyone to jump in!)) |
| 7:12 pm [dubbie] |
As a new day draws on... Wendy sat on the edge of the fountain in the square. She'd found the fixings for a sandwich in the inn kitchen earlier and she was eating that as she stared at the distant castle just visible above the roofs of the other buildings. Her jacket was off and over her knees, the cuffs of her sleeves rolled up, her tie loose. It gave her some sense of stability, familiarity in this foreign place, to wear her uniform. Her telemetry device was on the lip of the fountain, next to her, but switched off. Depending on what setting she had it on, the readings went from strange to just plain confusing. It might come in handy in the castle if she could attune it to read properly here. The sun was bright and just warming up as the morning drew on, and she figured she should probably start looking around the village, town, whatever this place was, before it grew too warm. She brushed the breadcrumbs off her hands as she finished her sandwich, and stood to take another look around the square. Current Mood:  productive |
| 6:33 pm [lupine_scot] |
For Dean Carr stood behind the bar, polishing glasses. More for something to do, if he was being honest, than anything else. There'd been so many new people come through, he wasn't quite sure what was going on. Things were certainly getting interesting around here. Placing the last of the clean glasses on a shelf, he turned his attention to fixing himself some lunch - nothing fancy, but there was plenty of food in the kitchen at the inn. |
| Tuesday, July 6th, 2010 | |
| 9:45 am [of_little_faith] |
arrival (for Azrael) The smiling face on the tv was haunting Dean, even in his restless sleep. Without me, you got zero shot at killing Lucifer. Sorry. Fucking Gabriel. Loki. Trickster. Whatever. Witness protection Dean's ass. This guy was so much trouble, SO much trouble, he half didn't blame Lucifer for ganking him. But he had a point, and Dean'd known it the first time he heard those recorded words, standing there with Sam. That's why it was repeating in his mind. The cage you sprung Lucifer from, it's still down there, and maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it'll be easy. You got to get the cage open, trick my bro back into it, and oh yeah, avoid Michael and the God Squad. But hey - details, right? And here's the big secret, Lucifer himself doesn't even know. But the key to the cage, it's out there. Actually it's keys, plural, four keys. Well, four rings... from the Horsemen. You get 'em all, you got the cage. He tossed in the motel bed and woke up with a start. Things were a little blurry, but when they focused, Dean was smart enough to realize that for the umpteenth time, he was not in Kansas anymore. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up and looked around the room. Dean did not know where he was--and really, that did tend to happen to him kind of a lot, lately. But the last thing he remembered was watching Gabriel's tape with Sam. Sam. "SAM?!" Dean was out of the bed and moving like a bullet out of a gun. He opened the door to the bathroom and stupidly called out his brother's name a second time, as if someone Sam's size could really be hiding in there behind the door. "Son of a bitch." His hand felt in his pocket for his cell phone, and when Dean turned it on, there were no bars. No signal. How was that possible? Last time that had happened, he'd been in... "1973," he said aloud. "Really, again? You guys trying this AGAIN?!" The phone went back into his pocket with a rough shove, and Dean started hoping for Cas to show up and zap him out of here. Sure enough, the tv popped on, the static happened, and he could make out the rough outline of his friend's face. It was blurry, and strained, and Dean remembered that this had been the case in Heaven. "Cas, am I dead? Did I die?" "No. At least, I don't think so." "Where am I?" "I don't know. And before you ask, I cannot get you out of there. My best guess is another dimension." "You're shitting me." "I don't understand the expression. I'm not 'shitting anything.'" The connection was breaking, the image on the screen vanishing almost completely. But Castiel did have a parting shot. "Find the Wolf's Head Inn, and Cardoc Wallace. He can help you. That's all the information I have right now." Dean took the order for what it was--an order designed to help him. He didn't know where he was, but how many inns could there be? He half-bounded down the hall and out the door, not seeing the Impala but sure, somehow, she was there somewhere. Dean checked his pockets: he did have a gun, and a silver knife. He did have salt, and holy water. He had his protection against possession and against angelic pests. But really, he was more worried about being separated from Sam, and that Cas could not reach him and grab him out of here. Cas had grabbed him out of Hell. Where the fuck was he? Outside the motel, which turned out to be a replica of the Elysian Fields, at least in layout, Dean saw a sign pointing to the center of town and the Wolf's Head Inn, an arrow. Other arrows ran off in different directions. One said 'Centre of the Universe.' It pointed the other way. "That's convenient," Dean said. He strode in the direction of the Inn, hoping it wasn't far, that Sam was safe, and that the Impala would show up damn quick. |
| Sunday, July 4th, 2010 | |
| 9:04 pm [lupine_scot] |
Bartender, Won't You Be A Little More Tender? Carr had awoken earlier than normal, strangely restless. Well, not so strangely. He'd had nights like that before, and inevitably the next day, a portal opened and someone came through. Since he'd been awake, it hadn't seemed worth lazing about all morning. He'd opened up the inn early, making sure he had a note of which rooms were in use, opening up a couple more in the inn, just in case whoever came through wanted to stay there until they got themselves settled. That done, he settled at one of the tables outside the door, enjoying the morning sunshine and reading a book someone had left on the bench. [ooc: aaaaaand we're open!] |