Project Papillon [Network]

What's the big idea? This was not part of the deal.

((she's from 6.15, Appointment in Samarra, and Dean is supposed to be Death for a Day))

Dean? Want to go out tonight? There's this gang of thugs downtown that I think ought to be taught a lesson. And the next troll who tries to slap my ass, so help me.

Might as well get this out of the way All I have to say is, I'm glad I have a downstairs apartment. Otherwise, I might have been obligated to want the communal situation back and that is not happening.

[Tessa]
You'd tell me if you were ever going to go and collect my brother, yeah?

[Sammy (1)]
Hey. How're you feeling? Need anything?

[Amy]
Hey. How're you? Need anything?

[Private]
I really just want to get shit faced and hide from the world. I'm not cut out for this shit. This isn't how wanted to reconcile things with Sammy. Is this even a real reconciliation? Or will things go back to the way it was, once he's better?

Well. It looks like we managed not to kill each other after all.

Okay. I give up, give in, whatever.

This map is crap. And even though I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming, I'm going to ask for a little help.

Help?

Fucking hell.

( Lisa, Adam, Sam, Other Me, Amy )
I just got a police report that Sam Campbell was shot.

Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?

Really, I don't need this much sleep.

Anyone who makes me work overtime while we're all stuck in hippy-ville better do some soul searching first. Or I'll do it for them, and it won't be pretty.

( There are sounds of chaos as locals of Papillon do their best to flee the Lonely Assassins. Then, suddenly, everything comes to a standstill and it's strangely quiet. When Michael speaks, he sounds very different that people who have met him would be used to. There is an almost tangible power in his words, and something far from human. He is calm, but there is a certain edge of righteous fury to his voice. The first word is a ringing shout. )

ENOUGH!

( There is a pause before he continues, the same unearthly edge to his voice. )

You creatures will trouble these people no longer. They are under My protection and I will not allow them to come to any further harm. I have waited for those who rule this Creation to do away with you, but now I see that they will not. So it falls to me. I am Michael Demiurgos. I am the God of Creation. And I Will it so. Begone from this place and never again return.

( There is a long pause as the angels vanish and then Michael seems to realise his PDA is on. When he speaks now, his voice is completely normal and quiet, as if speaking to himself. )

Oh bugger me...

( OOC: The Weeping Angels are gone now. Michael exerted his Will and made them GTFO. Also anyone killed during the plot is back. And the powers of Papillon got back at him by making his PDA glitch and outing him as God. Funtimes. )

This whole situation is just a mess. I don't know what to do about it.

I mean, the smartest thing is to just stay indoors, but how the hell heck is that practical? We just hide forever or until they go away? If they even go away Sometimes we need to leave and then what? People have already died because of those things. I can hold my own, but I don't want to risk

I'm just really not sure what to do any more. And maybe talking about that here isn't going to do any good, but it makes me feel a little less helpless I guess.

I need to get food for me and and Lizzie. I need to work. I need my family to be safe, and I don't think I can have all of that at once.

I've seen a lot of things in my time but mistletoe that attacks? Definitely a new one.

( Filtered to (his)Dean )

( Filtered to Amy )

Okay...that...was really weird. I mean...really weird.

Is anyone else having weird things happen?

( Severus )
I have no idea why I did that. I really don't. Clearly something has to be wrong. I mean...I wouldn't normally do something like that. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was a bit out of character for us. Wasn't it?

It's not that it's you, even though I'd like to think we would talk before doing anything like that. But we definitely didn't decide to do that ourselves. Or I didn't. It was like I had no control. And it was very weird.

I'm saying weird too much.

( Lily )
I kissed Severus. Because mistletoe is evil. I'm going to throw myself off the roof. Just so you know.

Tessa.

Where did you hide my beer?

Give. It. Back.

So, I detected, with my awesome detective skills, that I'm a detective.

Or, you know, I woke up at what's apparently my desk. At a police station.

Anyone else wake up with handy clues as to who the heck they are?

Things I have learned about my "partner:" 

He cringes at the terms boyfriend/girlfriend. He looks down my shirt every 2.5 minutes. He keeps his car stereo preset to "classic" rock--and apparently knows enough of the lyrics to unonsciously start singing along. I say "his" car because he was in the driver's seat when we woke up, and refuses to give it up.

Oh, and either we argue like an old married couple, or like brother and sister. I'm not sure which idea makes him cringe worse.

Where am I? Does anybody know the name of this place? Or maybe my name? My name would be good.

I woke up here but I don't remember going to sleep. Hello? Is anybody reading this? Are you seeing things too? I know it sounds crazy but I keep Help? Please?

[ooc: So. Adam lost his memories like everyone else. But he does still get... flashes, of sorts, of the time he spent in Hell. Nothing concrete, just horrible occasional images that he doesn't know what they are or how to make them stop. Enjoy! >.>]

I swear, if you hurt him, I will slit your throat.

[Tessa]
Don't wait up.

Dean! Quit flirting with the waitress and bring me my pizza. Please?

Who do we call for clean up in the city?

I freaking hate zombies.