PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

We're on that precipice, the one where shit could go down at any second. It's not a good feeling.

[Castiel]
What the hell, man? You walked out on Her. Just 'cause it's Christmas doesn't mean She's going to be feeling any more forgiving than usual.

[Eve]
If we have to smite one of our I'm going to be pissed.

I think I need a drink. Or multiple drinks.

I swear Loki, if you hurt my baby I will SMACK you so hard

[ooc: backdated to before the meeting]
Man, turn off the South Park. Kenny dies. The end. We've got a meeting to go to, and a request from the audience to get to after that.

What the fuck?

I've never been to Los Angeles before, but it seems okay. If someone could point me in the direction of the nearest board walk, that'd be great. There's one here, right? And it's got to have skeeball. There has to be with all these beaches. A city isn't a city without a good board walk. There's a reason Wisconsin is kind of like Hell on Earth, after all!

But Los Angeles is just the ticket... even if my parents got left at home. I needed another vacation, that last one didn't end so well at all. Never trust a teenaged hockey player from New Jersey, is what I always say. …well, it's what I'm going to start saying now!

Vacation. Vacation. Why the hell am I not on vacation anymore, and why am I in LA, like this, in 2005? This wasn't what I was supposed to be doing. Fates promised a guaranteed half years vacation, with no harassment. I want my beach and martini back.

Better yet, what is going on with this city? It's a complete mess, and I've only been here five minutes.

What in the fuck was that? How did I go from a train in the middle of nowhere to fucking Los Angeles?

Bartleby, if this was your doing, I swear you better have a good explanation for changing plans without telling me because this bullshit is not getting us home any faster.