War Is Coming Communications.

Ollie's gone.

Posted via Journaler.

theres no reason to stick around here

So staying within salt lines will keep the ghosts as bay. I hate hiding. But I hate seeing and hearing their words more

Well, this is fun.

Ollie.

Are you seeing her too?

Thea.

I really need a drink.

Dean.

Is there a way to get rid of these things? Permanently?

This is freaking ridiculous. Freaking angel douchebag

We need to get this case wrapped up people. People are dying out there. And, I'm running out of freaking puns!

Sara, what do you have?

This is ridiculous
And pointless
Its not even real
But he is still proceeding wrongly in this fake investi

Winchester we need to talk.

Because you seem incapable of following any manner of rules and it remains an eternal wonder to me that you retain your weapons and badge of honour.

I'm seriously sick of this show.

I think I'm going to quit watching. I can't stand seeing stuff like that happen.

thea.

Are you okay?

Just when you think things were getting back to normal around here, people do that weird power swap thing. Which I guess is actually normal for Lawrence. Pretty sad to say my life has still been pretty calm compared to home, huh?

Also, on the bright side, no new and weird powers for me. I almost feel left out.

( Verdant Employees* )

Now that we seem to be between homicidal maniacs running around, I was thinking of doing an event. I have a few ideas bouncing around my head, but I'm open to suggestions.

[*If you want to handwave your character already working there, hit me up. Otherwise, I had Alicia, Ollie and Georgina down at working there. And maybe Sara?]

( Ben Skywalker )

You never did tell me who won.

I know we've got a lot of new people who don't necessarily know the lay of the land. Sorry me and Sam haven't had a lot of time to do the welcome wagon lately. My damned Sister-in-law got turned into a freaking swan. So, kinda been concentrating on getting that fixed, as well as our local vampire problem.

Anyway. I'm Dean Winchester. Welcome to Lawrence, Kansas. To a world where monsters and demons are real. And, angels. Angels are dicks, best avoid them altogether.

For your own safety, we have classes set up. I don't give a shit if you know how to fight, or deal with this sort of crap at home. I ain't letting you near patrols or hunting until you've done the classes. One rule for everyone. No exceptions.

If you have a problem with this. Tough shit. I ain't having your blood on my hands because I made an exception. So, I ain't doing it.

Once the situation hwere has cleared up. I'll hand out hunts. Everyone goes with a partner. And everyone has to take the damned classes first.

Well, that sucked. Saved one to lose another.

We've still got a problem on our hands, guys. Dimitri turned Rose before we got there. And, she knows how we think. And, knows us.

We need to save her, and fast. Before she does too much damage.

You know, I've had some pretty weird days, but this is a whole different level.

You'd think I'd be used to getting thrown headlong into new situations, but mostly I'm just tired of it. I could use a break from the whole 'life getting shaken up' thing. The League is going to be pissed.