PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So, do you want this Ethros? Because I'm going to be distracted later with trying to bring down a Hellgod, and given that she might rip my head off, you might want to get a move on with this if you're going to go through with this.

What the hell are you thinking with this whole possession thing?

Does Mom know?

Why can't we just go in this with the Colt? I don't want you to get possessed again? I don't want Sam to have to try to use his psy--

I'd rather use a civilian than lose you again, Dad

I guess it goes without saying that I don't really like this whole possession thing.

Well the hell is this shit? It's bad enough everyone here seems to hate us, but now we've some guy saying he's The Metatron? Coming from a world where Angels are actually demons, meaning he is a complete monster.

This is crap. Lets just kill him now Tell me, O wise Old Timers. Has this ever happened before?

I'll stop bitching now.

Poll #2954 A Guy Thing or a Sam Thing?
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

There was a recent discussion in which I, Sam Winchester, stated that I would not mind seeing Heather naked during our wedding. Now while it might be awkward for her to be without clothing in front of other people, the fact that she mentioned nudity in any manner of course sparked an agreeable reaction out of me all the same. In any males case, where their partner or someone that they're attracted to talks about themselves in the nude, is it really all that unlikely that they would respond in an agreeable manner or is it just because I'm weird? Because Heather seems to think that it's just me, in which case I believe that it's a perfectly normal reaction for any male in general. What do you think?

That Nomak guy? The ugly one? Whoever’s responsible for him should consider keeping him on a very short leash. I have the feeling that he is insane and should be admitted to some kind of facility before he gets himself killed. Because if he yells at me to hit him again, I’m going to take my time ripping him into little pieces and then throwing them into the ocean.

He has a death wish and if I see him in person one more time, I might just feel up to granting it.

Congratulations, asshole. No one’s ever annoyed me as much as you do. You broke a record.

(ooc: Yeah, James is totally not being nice to poor Jared. So Jared? Have a shiny new vampire enemy!)

Anyone heard of Leverage Consulting and Associates?

At least one problem's gonna be gone soon. I hope.

[Filtered to Scoobies.]
Ready?

[OOC: I'm late with this, I know. And I'm sorry! Heather's been taking over like whoa. xD]

Hannibal King. I believe I have something that.. belongs to you. Are you interested in getting it back?

This place never ceases to amaze me. Gods, myths, fictions, beliefs both my mothers people and the Hapans to whom I was queen outgrew centuries ago. But here my story is fiction, my galaxy, and I know there are others in similar situations.

How have you found your place here? Dealing with this knowledge, that what you know for fact to be true people here may read about or view on a monitor. Does it bother you?

[Filtered to Jacen]

How are you settling in? Is there anything you need?

Sam. Your family is well? Say the word.


This is how it begins:
And in the end, Amen.


Pain&beauty in equal measures; (are the dead yet rising?)
Ah, but this is no Armageddon. There are no trumpets.
Strangers on foreign soil.

It is all delirium, perhaps, and catching. Virus creeping beneath your veins. And: Tick-Tock.
There is a clock somewhere that hasn't been wound. Watchmaker. You deny it?



As chaotic as your mind is, it is solace. A balm.

And: Amen.
There is no ending but this.

To those of you staying at Isis, especially those of you who've arrived in the last month, I apologize for not being very available. Not only is December a busy month overall, but this city has a way of throwing the most insane things at you. The problem is every one is more random than the last, so it's difficult to get used to.

Also, I've been considering throwing another party, this time for Valentine's Day. For those of you not familiar with this holiday, please click here. I still have plenty of time to plan, I just need to know how many of you would be interested in coming. It will be much like the last, with food and live music and there will some kind of charitable donation collected at the door. If it sounds like something you would enjoy, please let me know.

[Filtered to Weir Residents]
I was referred to all of you by Sam Winchester, for help with issues of security. I'll admit I'm a little hesitant, as I haven't had the best experiences when it comes to magic, but I trust Sam's judgment.

As I was saying, I'd love to leave this party open to anyone who would like to attend, but there seems to be a reoccurring issue with attacks on my family and the destruction of my property. I was wondering if any of you could do anything to help, just something temporary in place that prevents violence, excepting the training room. I don't want anything permanent, maybe something that lasts from a week prior to the day after?

[Adult Weir Residents]
There's also a certain privacy matter. My current house guest has a genetic ability to pass through solid objects. I don't mind him walking through most walls, but there are just certain rooms I'd like to keep him out of, particularly the master bedroom. Is there a way you could help with that?

I keep losing track of time around here. I'll be getting ready for work one minute and then the next it's starting to get dark.

He is the Metatron. The Metatron from my world.

Even the angels can be cruel and malevolent.


Okay, here's a question. If you could have anybody from your world arrive here, who would it be?

I think we should take her to a doctor. A real doctor.

I think we should consider moving, if that's alright with all of you. The apartment is only so big, with so many rooms. I'd like a yard, or a back yard, for Nessie. There's only so much room for her to play here and only so much room for her toys.

Not to mention, we only get so many parking places for cars.

And then the neighbors wouldn't be quite as close.

What do you get when you cross a lawyer with a demon from hell?

No changes occur.

Sam thinks you'll get drunk with him and let me take you both dress shopping, with you two being the shoppers. Just play along, he'll be drunk and by the time he realizes you're not actually totally going through with it I imagine I can get him in at least three different ones. Though you might have to man it up and at least wear a wig so you two look prettier.

I don't have anything to say right now, but I figured that it would be a good idea to finally make a post that doesn't involve something terrible or life-threatening. So. Here it is.






Obviously I need to go do something.

It should be impossible to get cabin fever when stuck in the middle of a city, but I think it's happening. No, I know it's happening, because it's got to be a bad sign when you start wishing even a little bit that the people you hate from your own world would show up, just to give your mind something to do.