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Samirah missed the home cooking of her grandparents. She decided to take matters into her own hands and, on a recent trip to one of the Otherworlds, managed to purchase the right spices that at least mimicked the taste of home. She was in the kitchen Thursday afternoon. The smell of spice and heat emanated from the kitchen while she cooked. She was just about done. On the table cooling were samosas, falafels, homemade hummus and tabuouli, and rice. She was finished up garlic sauce and grilling chicken for shawarma as well. Samirah felt happy to have the smell of home surround her again. She missed her grandparents and with the presence of Falafel, she missed Magnus as well, but if she were stuck here, at least she had some touchstone to her home right now.

st_argateman

Jack had taken up jogging as one of the ways to pass the time. The interesting thing about where he was stuck was it seemed like jogging different paths and directions always gave something new for him to see. It was the early hours of the morning when he took off on a jog. The weather was nice and the coolness of the morning meant that he wouldn't overheat while running. About an hour into his jog, he slowed to a halt. There was a baby deer that appeared to be trapped in some leafless bush. Its leg was bleeding, presumably from trying to get out of its entanglement. He slowly approached the deer and crouched, beginning to try and free the baby animal.

~*~

Ned was a-buzz since Peter mentioned the news of him going all the way with Liz. He finally had a friend that had done it. Peter Parker was both Spider-Man and not a virgin - he was living his ultimate life. This was what preoccupied Ned's thoughts as he sat in the lobby trying to program part of the video game he and Peter were working on. He kept making way more mistakes than he normally would.

Finally he decided to stop and switch projects. His other project required less thought since it was almost done. After several key strokes later, he placed a small homemade helicopter on the coffee table. He pressed ENTER. The propeller on the helicopter started to spin and it flew up a foot in the air. Ned grinned, pleased.

~*~

Liz sat on one of the lounge chairs outside by the pool with her journal beside her and chemistry homework out on her lap. On top of her chemistry homework was her sketchbook. She couldn't quite concentrate today, either, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was what happened on the weekend with her and Peter or maybe it was the conversation she had with Mr. Stark. She decided that trying to draw, despite not having Piotr around, would be helpful. There were some flowers trying their hardest to bloom and she tried to draw them where she sat. Of course, she was still too critical on herself and she continuously erased her work and started over

~*~

Not too far away from Liz was Bo on a yoga mat. She was stretched out doing yoga int leggings and a work out bra and currently doing the triangle pose. She was stressed, but she didn't know why exactly. Maybe it wasn't stressed as frustrated, but she still couldn't pinpoint why. She moved to the downward dog, giving anyone who was paying attention a rather good view of her backside as she tried to stop her mind from wandering, but it was hard. She let out a little frustrated breath.

~*~

Alec was coming back from his own run. He still had energy to burn so he made a change in course and he headed toward the pool which seemed to be pretty busy, though no one was actually swimming. As he neared the pool he toed off his shoes and then pulled off his shirt, leaving a trail of his clothes as his pants where last and he dove into the deep end. He didn't come up right away either. He let the cool water hug his body. Finally, he pushed off the bottom of the pool and surfaced.

~*~

Mary wasn't outside. She was in the bakery trying some vegan recipes for brownies and cookies. It wasn't necessarily because she was vegan, but she thought that she should have some option for people who might be. So far there were two abandoned batches of brownies on the table - one wasn't sweet enough and one had used too much applesauce. She mixed the pumpkin mix into the new batch and poured it in, hoping the third time was the charm.

st_james

Has anyone misplaced the ability to short electrical outlets, break plumbing and move everyday objects with an accompanying... light show?

And if so, might you be willing to tell me how to stop it before I destroy my room?

st_illfighting

Dean had been concerned when Jane felt nauseous and dizzy during the rides at the theme park. It wasn't like her at all, but when she'd told him yesterday that she might be pregnant - well then it had been his turn to feel nauseous and dizzy. Panic had also begun to creep in, but Dean had thought he'd done a pretty job of hiding it from Jane. Despite the panic, there had also been a really tiny part of him that was excited at the thought of being a dad.

It wasn't anything that he knew that should happen in his world. The hardest thing that he'd ever done was have Cas take Lisa and Ben's memories away about him. It had also been the right thing as much as it had hurt.

Could this be different? The inn was isolated, there really weren't any dangers here despite the one weird shit with the flying skull. Demons, vampires or Leviathans weren't gunning for him here. He scowled down into his beer, pretty sure that he'd just jinxed himself - or Jane with that thought.

Was he happy? Dean honestly didn't know. He was definitely scared as shit about it. This called for another beer or five.

st_rongernow

Unlike others at the Inn, Clarice didn't get a ghostly visit and she was very much okay with that. She had enough ghosts in her head without visits from home telling her how much she screwed up or will screw up or whatever. Even though the weather had been mild, the sunsets coming later meant that spring was on its way. The nights were still freaking chilly but it was warm enough out now to enjoy the pool. At least a heated one and if it got too cold there was always teleporting to her room. Alcohol helped to keep you warm, too and since the pool had a bar, it was win/win.

Clarice did a few laps in the pool while she waited for her lunch to be delivered. As she came to the end of one lap, she saw Molly with a plate of food. "Perfect timing." Clarice said as she pushed herself out of the pool to eat the chicken and fries with her Manhattan. "Thanks!"

There was a quirk to her lips when she pulled the cherry out of the drink and popped it in her mouth to make a knot with the stem. It was a fun reminder of Thor and she made a mental note to see what he was up to.

st_eampunk

If you see a version of me that's a little bit older, it's not one of my hallucinations I swear. It really is me. Apparently older me decided to pay me a visit today. I apologize ahead of time if she's bitchy at you. We had a little WWE bout of stubborn Molly vs. stubborn Winter Lady. I'm sure the shrinks would have a field day with that one but she went off to 'clear her head'. Which is Molly speak for avoiding things until her temper at me goes away.

st_illfighting

Dean rubbed his face for what seemed like the millionth time. He needed a drink or five. People were getting friends and family from home visiting them, word was spreading fast and who did he get? Castiel? Nope. Benny? Nope. Bobby? Nope. Charlie? Nope. He got Crowley. His freaking ghost of Christmas future.

He reached over the bar and picked up a half full whiskey bottle, Dean didn't bother with a shot glass but gave himself a highball glassful.

"Gonna share?" A soft British voice said by Dean's shoulder.

"Go away." Dean didn't even bother to look.

"Now is that anyway to treat your bestie? I came all this way to give you the information so you could be prepared and this is how you treat me. I'm hurt." His tone indicated that he was anything but. Crowley reached over and plucked the bottle from Dean's hand and poured himself a nice glassful, too. He settled on the barstool next to Dean and spun to look at the place. "What do you do for fun around here?"

"Torture demons." Dean muttered.

Crowley's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dean just shot Crowley a look.

"It's not nice to get a bloke's hopes up like that." A smile spread across his features as someone entered the bar. "Now, that's more like it."

st_ratagem

Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

***

Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.

st_huntermom

Mary was helping Caroline with providing the sweets for the party - cupcakes, cookies, Rice Krispies, and a bunch of other things. There was 'real food' provided by the restaurant. there were alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks all themed for the event of Halloween and there is even music to. Caroline's decorating skills where again proven as the entire space looked as if it had been turned into Halloweentown.

Mary's at the last tray of cupcakes that look like they had spiders on them down on the table and sighed. Her work for the party was done and now she can relax. She was already in costume with some blue and pink streaks in her hair and a t-shirt that hung up one shoulder that had a skull in the front. Her makeup was indicative of a punk rocker and she even had a fake nose ring on. Now all she had to hope was that Hathaway was going to keep up his end of the bargain or else she might look up at silly.

st_recuerdame

Miguel had been terrified during the invasion. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before, but he wasn't going to admit that he'd been scared. Not while his friends had actually been in the fighting. Those that knew him, would have noticed a difference in him. He was quieter, more withdrawn, he kept to his room more and spent a lot of time in the Temple. They were both places that made him feel safe, actually the only places that made him feel that way. Dante was his constant companion, moreso, than usual and he was more subdued than normal as well in his concern for his human friend.

When Miguel discovered that Scanlan's instruments were now his, he was scared that something had happened to him during the fighting. That he was now in the Land of the Dead. Despite being reassured that Scanlan had simply gone home, he was determined to honor him on an ofrenda when the Dia De Los Muertos came to the Inn. He'd asked Mack to draw a picture for him to place there when the time came, but on top of that, he wanted to write a song for his friend. Miguel knew that as long as someone living remembered you, you wouldn't fade to your final death. He would not let that happen to Scanlan whether he really did go home, or he was in the Land of the Dead.

Miguel was in the lobby, a rare sight this past week, with his back to the wall and a wary eye to the front door. In his lap was his guitar, he was holding it almost like a security blanket that it felt like. Rather than hope for the words to come, Miguel wanted to start on a melody. He just let his fingers play whatever naturally came as he thought about his friend.

st_aff

At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.

The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.

It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.

Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.

It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.

And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...

st_x5_494

Alec sat at the bar with a bottle of Jack Daniels almost empty in front of him, though he was using a glass like a regular person. Still, despite his almost completion of an entire bottle, he looked like a man just starting on his journey of getting drunk - stupid genes.

He was trying not to dwell or let his mind wander, but he was doing a terrible job at that. Stark being here seemed to dredge up a lot of things Alec would most definitely prefer to keep bottled away - at least he hadn't disappeared to the woods?

He reached for a bottle of vodka. Round two: start.

st_illfighting

With the help of River and copious amounts of alcohol, Dean had finally finished learning the stupid song and moves. It was put off as long as he could, but Dean would never go back on a bet. Especially one won doing beer pong. It didn't mean he wouldn't get his revenge. He would, but for now, Dean was a single lady and you better put a ring on it.

The most traveled place was the spot by the cafe in the lobby. Most people would see you there either coming and going from the inn or to the bar or pool. Of course Clarice picked that spot.

He set up the music and hoped that for once, everyone was outside enjoying the day. Dean was dressed in the 'gift' from Clarice but he was not wearing the pumps, he didn't care and he had borrowed a wig. If he was going to do it, he would do it right.

The beginning of the song began to play and Dean got to the empty area 'stage'.

[Note: This is what Dean looks like doing it (Justin) - http://dai.ly/x3hf372 ]

st_illfighting

Dean sends Clarice a text when he receives a 'gift' from her.

st_igmatized

So the door to Safari Room had been blown clean off its hinges and the remains of a king-size bed were on fire in the parking lot by building three, but Sunny was totally fine. This was fine.

It wasn't like she'd spent weeks tinkering at another idea to get the hell out of here that had completely failed just this morning. It wasn't like she was about to turn twenty-four in this place. It wasn't like she felt a chasm of misery and loneliness in her belly threatening to open wider and swallow her whole from the inside. It wasn't like she'd just thrown an unholy screaming fit and smashed anything that could take smashing before throwing that second goddamn bed that mocked her with its emptiness straight through the wall and then set it ablaze.

She was completely fine.

Of course, in the midst of all that it had completely slipped her mind until she saw an unfamiliar face or two that today was potentially an arrival day. And then for a flicker of an instant she was ashamed. But it died quickly.

"Shit." She needed a drink.

st_illfighting

Dean hated Clarice, except he didn't. The humiliation of her pick would have been exactly something he would have done if the roles were reversed. Hell, it was what he would have done but with his Dean spin on it if he had won. His time would come, he just had to be patient. In the mean time, he had to learn the stupid song and dance moves. On the bright side at least she hadn't picked anything from a boy band.

From the Spring Dance, he knew who was a good dancer and of those there really was only one person he'd ask. That was River. He'd narrowed it down to her because while he wasn't sure if she would keep what they were doing a secret, she talked in riddles that even if she did tell, the other person probably wouldn't get it.

Unfortunately, Jane had agreed to let him borrow her laptop even though he hadn't said why. Clarice transferred the video from her phone to it. So now he was stuck without excuses. Even River had agreed to help him, DAMN IT.

He did have a six pack of beer in the refrigerator. If he was going to learn this crap, he was getting beer out of it. "You want one?" He called over to River as he grabbed his first beer and glared at the laptop on this small coffee table as if it was its fault.

st_illavirgin

Carlos hated being back at the hotel. He had begun by trying to access the Nevernever but that had totally failed, then caught up with Buffy to go and visit both London and Edinburgh, for varying reasons, and the rest of the time he had headed to Spain - he may have been well travelled, but rarely got time to be a tourist - but his time relaxing and finding out about Spain had been unceremoniously cut short when he woke up and found himself back at the hotel. For a few moments he lay there, utterly fed up, and just feeling incredibly homesick.

That only lasted a few minutes; after that he was a man on a mission.

He hunted out Caroline, and had a long chat with her. Plans were set. Time to cook up a storm. They'd missed 4th July, this could serve as a belated celebration, as well as a 'things ain't all bad here' event. Posters went up throughout the hotel, giving notice of a cook out. Everyone was encouraged to attend. What could be bad about this?

Grills were set up outside to cook up as much meat as they could hold; non-meat options were there as well for variety; salads prepared... a vast array of food to try and cheer up anyone who needed it. Carlos took his place at the grills, brandishing tools, turning the meat over just at the right point.

All that was needed now was people to attend.

[ooc: Use as a general gathering post - if you want Carlos specifically, tag him in the subject line]

st_everybodylives

If anyone asked, River hadn't done anything to end up in a cell - though as far as she could tell you didn't really have to. As such she wasn't exactly keen to wait around and find out what her punishment was, that and really she'd had enough prisons to last her a lifetime. They had checked her for weapons and confiscated her bag, which she would have to retrieve on her way out as it carried her diary and sonic screwdriver but they hadn't let her without some resources. Mainly her wits.

But still.

She was still inspecting the walls for any weakness or chink when the cell door was opened and new arrivals were ushered inside.

"Oh good," she said when the door was closed again, "Company." Disreputable she hoped, and willing to help or things would be more complicated.

( Read more... )

st_artingpoint

One of the locals in Zermatt had recommended going to Geneva as well as some of the Swiss wineries for day trips. Another suggestion had been to do some hiking and ski trails into Northern Italy from the Matterhorn, so Jane had taken them up on those suggestions.

After spending time skiing on the Matterhorn, she took one of the trails into Breuil-Cervinia, Italy and had lunch at a small restaurant with a view of the Alps and after shopping she stopped at a lovely local bar to warm up with alcohol before heading back into Switzerland.

When Jane was ready for some more nightlife than the carless town of Zermatt offered, she headed by train into Geneva. It was something that she craved, that she didn’t know that she did until she experienced it. This was a side that she learned about herself, she actually liked the energy of the large cities, with time for relaxation back at Zermatt.

[ooc: Catch her anywhere from the Matterhorn, hiking trails, exploring Northern Italy or Geneva. This can be anytime during the Europe vacation.]

st_x5_494

You could tell Alec was bored because he was actually being helpful for once. The washing machine was broken and while he was fairly certain that it would be fixed the next day, he had actually turned it on its side and was currently taking parts out and laying them on the ground. He hadn't quite found the reason for the unit to stop working and part of him was going to be pissed if it was some sort of 'magic' shit rather than a busted fan or something 'normal'.

And this was the story of how the floor was filled with crap as Alec demonstrated his ability to be handy.

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Entries tagged with dean winchester

Cooking in the Kitchen (OTA/MW)

Spring Time (Multiup OTA)

Text to Everyone

[EP] Old Friends - Denial and Panic

[EP] Just chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool

Text to Everyone

Welcome to Hell - Open

[GP] SNOW DAY

[GP] Halloween Party

Dealing - Open

Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign

No -you're- brooding (OTA)

Dean makes good on a bet - Lip Sync Hell

[Text to Clarice]

[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[For River T] I Can't Dance, Don't Ask Me

[GP] Food for the soul

[Log] Jailbreak - River S, Dean & Jane - Backdated to Ashphodel Station

Unplanned and Spontaneous Travel - Open

Mr. Fix-It (ota)

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