War Is Coming Communications.

It's amazing to me just how much technology has advanced. Years ago we didn't have things like comptuers. Or, to be more precise, various governments had rooms devoted to them as each one took up an entire room, and they didn't resemble this bit of technology in the slightest, but the average person had no such thing, and most didn't even know of them. But the fact that now so much fits into something so small, as well as this "internet" thing used to communicate with anyone over such great distances, I must say it's exceptionally groovy.

That being said, I've been informed that there's some sort of apocalypse going on, and I would be happy to help in any way possible. My name is Charles Xavier.

I need money for comics. Who's ass do I gotta kiss to get some?

So.... Lets say that hypothetically I found these shoes and I'm kinda in love with them. They're purple comic-print Converse All Stars low tops.

Would it be wrong for me to buy them even though there's a "character" on them that I actually kinda know since she's a long term Gothamite?


( CUT FOR PICTURE! )

How the hell did I g
What the fuck is going on her

Kendra, I know you did this. Haven't you screwed me over enough already? Where the hell are you?

Alright, you know what?

I've had the worst few days I've had in a long time, my husband's lying in bed injured worse than I've seen in a while. My brother in law's going to hell in a month and I can't even...

Just so you're all clear on what Deals are? They're not a joke, they're not a way out of a bad situation you can fix later. You don't get to fix them. Sure, one in every six billion of us has heavenly intervention but generally, you sell your soul. You're gonna go to the pit be it in ten years or ten minutes. And yes. I've seen both extremes. You don't get to get out of them. You shouldn't get to get out of them. Hell shouldn't be treated like a vacation spot or deals made for kicks. You'll get there and you'll be tortured, and sure some of you are alll kinds of badass. You've suffered before, you don't care, you're better than us grubby little demons, you can go out there all guns blazing and send us back. Do you ever wonder why demons are topside so much? Hell is just that, its hell.  One month up here? Ten years. Ten. And for all that time from when you get down there. You're torn apart and put back together so many times you actually start to forget you're a person, then you stop being a person. Slowly, it happens slowly because they ask you, every once in a while the torture stops and they ask you, pick up the knife, hurt someone and the pain will stop for you, and everyone breaks...One man didn't break. In all of history, one man. Everyone else, they broke eventually, and no, don't think you can be the second. You can't.

And even if its actually made for a good reason, knowing what it means? Then take the bad. Know what you did, know the consequences and know whats gonna happen. And the thing is, Crowley'll tell you the same, because you know what you get when you sign up. But he'll also do everything in his power to persuade you to. Because they're his business.  And every single one of those bitches you find at the crossroads, they work for him.

I'm sick of how lax people treat deals. Assuming people'll find a loophole. You won't find a loophole. And I'm done acting like people don't know what they're getting into. Cause now, you do. You all do.

Uh, sorry about last night, guys.

I drew pictures today!

My teacher says I'm good!

( To Daddy! )

( To Uncle Sam and Aunt Ruby and Uncle Dean! )

( To Bones! )

[OOC: Pictures viewable to everyone!]

I tried. I really did. But I couldn't manage to watch the Tony awards last night. It felt like a normal sort of thing to do, catching an awards show. I missed the Oscars, apparently, but it would do. But I just couldn't. For one, all the skyline shots kept making me homesick. (For NYC, of course, not Scarsdale, because who the hell would get all nostalgic over that?)

But for the other? Yeah. That's just weird.

I can be anywhere in the world in seconds. If any of you are ever under attack again and need help, anywhere in the world, text me an address, coordinates, or a landmark and I should be able to get to you.

ETA: You can also contact Kon or John Jones. I'll add more names if/when more people volunteer.

So...meeting the girlfriends parents for a first time officially for a dinner type thing. I'm kind of wondering if you guys have tips so that he doesn't want to vaporize or try to melt my brain or something? I'm no good at formal stuff..

I'm out of touch for a day and one of you has made a demon deal.

...

I hope we're all clear on the severity of this

My washing machine is nine kinds of fucked up and my costume is covered in blood.

This is clearly inconvenient to my daily routine here.

Okay. We're gonna head out this afternoon. Meet in the lobby around 3, we'll load up the car and be out pretty quick, if all goes well. Make sure you've got gravedigging-appropriate clothes. We're gonna try for a two-day total trip, but be prepared for it to take a little longer, especially if the folks doing the vampire job need a hand after ours is over.

Since you just got here again, whatever, I've made up a quick ID for you, Jack, in case we get into any trouble. It won't hold up all that well if it's serious trouble, I don't have that kinda time on my hands, but it'll do in emergencies if you just don't let anyone look too close, and we'll deal with a better one later. Jules, make sure you've got yours with you.

Any questions or whatever, let me know now. I'll try to make sure things are clear before we head out.

[Mom]

Did we ever decide what day we're gonna do the family dinner thing? I'll try to make it back in time, this shouldn't be too hard or take too long, but. Figured I'd check on that.

[Mindy]

Going on a hunt for a couple days. Try to have that exorcism I gave you memorized when I get back, okay? Then we'll work on something a little more fun than Latin, so you don't go crazy with boredom. Sound like a plan?

So, I think this whole truth thing was good for everybody actually. Sort of I feel kind of better.

But I'm still glad I can lie. I got to tell the telemarketer that I was busy and hang up without feeling guilty.


[Simon]
I tried this once before, but I think I chose a bad time.

My name is Jessica Moore. I'm a friend of Sam's and he told me that you took care of medical things at the complex. I was dead, but the seal brought me back...but before I died I was in my senior year of school to become a Physician's Assistant. I was very near finished, and I was wondering if you could use any help in the complex infirmary at all? I'd be more than willing to study up or do whatever you'd like, but I think that I could help and I'd like to too. Sam told me that you didn't have a great deal of help.

Even if you don't need any help thanks!

[Sammy]

Hey. You okay? Need anything?

So, uh, are you still pissed at me about the whole Micha
I'm sorry I keep saying stupid things, I j

So I heard about the... thing. With Cas.
How awkward is it over there right n
What's

[Jules]

So I guess we should probably... talk, or something.
Dinner at my place?

[Mom]

Sorry I was talking to Gabriel the other night. Thanks for reminding me.

[Adam]

If you're not busy this afternoon, wanna do some target practice, or something?

[Cas]

You okay?
How hungover are you right now?

[Ruby]

Hey. So, Cas apparently digs you, is that
How's Sa

[Mindy]

Hey, kiddo. So, I know I said I'd help teach you, and then things kept on getting nuts around here, so I probably seem like I flaked out on that. Didn't mean to do that, sorry.

You still in?

[Lauren]

I'm secretly addicted to spraypainting myself gold and running around in a princess costume.

And I hate pie.

By which I mean, hey, I can lie again.


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So creepy pizza guy wanted my number and I told him I just got a new phone and didn't remember it offhand.

I can recite it from memory.

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies!

I'm sick of everyone I have feelings for either dying or getting sent back to where they came from. It happens every time.

On a similar note, I'm also sick of developing feelings for people, yet I'm still mostly human and hormonal and I still have urges. So, seems like being way casual about taking care of those urges is the way to go.

Also, dear god I love beating the shit out of people/things. Almost as much as I love a good kill.

I'm not actually Kryptonian. Or even human. I'm a clone. I was created in Cadmus Labs and am half Lex Luthor's DNA and half of Superman's DNA. I was created to be a weapon, but I don't want to be. Sometimes I'm afraid that one day I'll forget who I am and have no choice.

i'M soryh,,/.


[ooc: drunk!emo!Dean! \o/]

...

I've had some weird days as a homicide Detective, but this one tops them. Doesn't even fit on a scale of 1-10 of bad. It's just off the charts bad. There isn't even much to go off of, there aren't many pieces of the victims left. The only thing they had in common was how they died and the fact that there were some kind of blood symbols that didn't even make sense.

just perfect
how can I do this while