Entries tagged with sam winchester

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OTA: First, I'm gonna drink this, and then I'm gonna throw up.

CW: severe alcoholism.

( But then, I'm gonna drink that, and then I'm gonna pass out. )

That was how Jackson ended up taking a rather radical route to understanding and memorization. Some markers, the clinic walls, and his books. Drawing anatomical schemes, outlining the steps in one surgery after another, listing drugs and their posology. Laying that information out, actively rephrasing and rearranging it in a way that would hopefully help it all stick with him.

He fully expected the Inn to do its thing and wipe the clinic walls clean during the night, but that wasn't an issue, on the contrary. It meant that he could start over in the morning. But for now, the clinic looked an awful lot like a madman's den, with Jackson ready to play the part, his hair mussed up, his clothes rumpled, and exhaustion darkening circles under his eyes. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air, and the ashtray on Jackson's desk overflowed with cigarette butts, when he was usually so good about stepping outside for a smoke. He hadn't wanted to step away today, and they so rarely got patients anyway.

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text to everyone

I've been thinking (don't tell me, yes, I know that's a dangerous thing) and I've had some ideas I kind of wanted to mention, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to throw out there, and that meant I didn't write anything.

So I'm just going to toss out my ideas like spaghetti and see what sticks.

(Please don't throw spaghetti at the wall. The best way to tell if it's done is to take a bite. You'll know if it's al dente.)

[hand sketched knife, bowl & whisk, eggs, and a few veggies]

I've been thinking about the menus for May. Do you have any favorite dishes you'd like to have? Anything you've been missing maybe? Or things we have but you want more often? As long as we have the ingredients (and who knows, maybe, if we make it clear we want it, something new will be added to the food stores), I'm happy to make it, or learn if you'll teach me, or try to reverse engineer it from your descriptions (as long as you're willing to taste test along the way for feedback.

[hand drawn flourish, complete with sketched pen at the end]

I know we had a sign-up way back when where people listed what subjects they could and were willing to teach, but from what I remember, a lot of those things were more in-depth topics that were going to take investment of time and effort to learn. But I was wondering, what about more discrete options, demonstrations, things you could maybe pick up the basics at least in an afternoon.

Like how to make an omelet. Or turning doodles into something more. Or, I don't know, how to foxtrot.

Kind of an "each one, teach one" thing. Somebody picks something they're good at doing and an afternoon, and whoever wants to learn they can. And then another day, someone else teaches something they're good at.

I'm probably not explaining myself very well. It's just an idea.

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Spring Time (Multiup OTA)

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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

Current Mood: curious

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So, I have a question. And I don't know who to ask.

When we arrived here, we were assigned certain rooms. Given the key and everything. What if... What if we wanted to change where we're sleeping? Can you do that or is that not allowed. I mean, this place can be pretty particular with the things it requires. And, clearly, it likes to have fun with us, even if we won't find it as funny.

I'm not as good at words as some.

What if two people wanted to share a room. Would they pick one of their own rooms? Would they have to take a new room? Like... Do we have to get permission from the inn manager or something?

[Bucky is pretty sure that his questions are going to come off as stupid, that it is information everyone should already know. Even if he doesn't know it.]

Who would I talk to about changing my room, I guess?

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Text to everyone

Need someone to come put me down.

No, really.

I don't know how it happened but I know what happened and everyone walking by my door smells delicious and the only reason I haven't done anything is this severe light allergy I thought was no longer a part of my life, so someone get the hell to Safari Room with a wooden stake, please.

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GP: April Fools!

It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.

Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.

So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.

She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.

(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)

[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]

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Check-In Day: Around the Inn

Finished with self-imposed paperwork and emergency planning for the week, Regina permitted herself a leisurely ride on this absolutely gorgeous spring day. After a good gallop, Grace was content to walk, cropping at dried scrub and new shoots when Regina gave her rein. Regina steered the mare gently toward the west; she could teleport, of course, but she appreciated the quiet of riding toward the beach. She found, in the wake of Henry's Christmas visit, she more often craved the scent of the salt air and ocean breezes. Of course, the Pacific never quite smelled like the Atlantic, always warmer and less bracing somehow, but it soothed the wildness in her just the same.

Back at the Inn, Kitty busied herself with stocking the pool bar and generally setting up for the warmer seasons. The pool had been skimmed of winter detritus and chlorinated by the staff-spectre she rarely if ever saw, and there were fresh towels set out like a proper resort. Since the choice of music was hers, the air around the bar filled with dance beats, Afro-Caribbean today, and Kitty moved right into it. She didn't usually dance at work, but she felt bright today and maybe Lara would come down and work with her and they could goof around Cocktail style.

Sam passed through the Copper Cafe in search of a cup of coffee and a salad, or one of the two gorgeous women he'd somehow wound up involved with. His brow scrunched like a caterpillar hurrying away from a predator while he semi-consciously outpaced thoughts about babies and brothers, and possibly babies and girlfriends. His mild scowl wasn't helped by the pack of spirits trailing him and chatting at him about the lives of his family members. He'd asked them not to gossip about people he wasn't close with, but as a consequence, they talked rapidly and often about River's most recent oddness or his mother and Hathaway acting like...well, like him and Molly and Bo, and no thanks. Ditto on Dean and Jane. For all that he looked a little bothered, there wasn't anything menacing or aggressive about it. If anything, the slight tilt of his head as he strolled through the Inn looked thoughtful, as though he listened to something somewhat distant.

Lillith had come to a bit of a routine for arrival days, and around noon, she sat for tea with River Song. They spoke little, and it was difficult to tell whether the women even liked each other. But for all that, Lillith was content with the ritual. If Curnen sang, she would go out to the lawn next and listen. In fact, on such a sunny day, she would undoubtedly flop on the lawn with a sketchbook and a practice notebook, letting her mind float between image and spellcraft as it would. Out here, she would quickly veil herself at the approach of anyone new, but she often was distracted enough that they might catch her in her true form with her all unaware.

Around them, the Inn hummed and buzzed with the happy energy of winter giving way to spring. The most patient and subtle would undoubtedly note the undercurrents of tension, fear, frustration, and boredom that built up over time. But for day, at least so far as this four were aware, the worst of it had been suspended, in favor of enjoying warm sun and the company of friends.

[OOC: GP. It's a gorgeous day. Come and play! All four of mine can be available. Ping me if you're inspired to tag. <3 Welcome, Carol, Toby, and Number Five!]

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[EP] Old Friends - Denial and Panic

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.

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Totally just a normal day and not Trial #2 (Tag Loki, Sam, Dyson, Regina, Molly)

Dyson confirmed a week ago they found some sort of thing that could help with trial number two, but that was as much as he knew and they had to 'wait' for the trial to start. Apparently it wasn't just something Bo could press a button for and it happen. So for a week now, she had been walking around impatient. By the end of the week, she was sure it wasn't going to happen.

She found herself bored and walking into the infirmary - she was pretty sure Loki would be there.

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Text to Everyone

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.

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Welcome to Hell - Open

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."

Current Mood: curious

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# text sent to everyone

So, um... If someone wanted to do something nice for someone.

Like... Like a date? What's a nice date idea here?

What would you do? A friend of mine is looking for suggestions.

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Check-In Day: A Carnival of WTFery

Burning up whenever she'd 'lived' too long was hella inconvenient.

Terrifying the first few times, too, but once she got used to that, it wasn't that different from becoming insubstantial. But being reborn from ashes? That full on sucked. Not because it hurt particularly. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but neither were the pointe shoes and the headdress she'd taken from the box to go with the Firebird costume she'd been working on for the last few months.

No, the part of being reborn from ashes that sucked was the mouth, eyes, ears, nose and other mucus membranes coated in ashes that came with it. Gross trumped uncomfortable and inconvenient any day. And the worst part was that if she tried to get herself totally cleaned up, she barely had enough time to do anything before she was ashes again.

Tending bar with bird claws was damn near impossible as it was. So by the time the newcomer arrived, she'd given up and taken to drifting lazily on the warm currents. She burned up less often that way.

[ OOC: Feel free to use this post for any November 1 costume related needs, but Kitty is only available for Valkyrie. ]

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[GP] Halloween Party

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.

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How many of you consider my brother to be your friend?

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[ Log ] Not a Vampire: Molly x Sam

Sam and Molly talk about Bo's powers. Following this.
When: way back in February/March
Warning: vaguely NSFW at the end

( Any chance I can get a hug before we have this talk? )

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[ Log ] Bioluminescent: Bo, Sam, x Molly

Molly comes upon Bo and Sam during a date and then joins them. Her magic causes problems and some truths come to light.
When: way back in February
Warning: NSFW at the end

( I guess I've got my work cut out for me, making up for all the dates you've never had. )

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[Log] Asphodel Station: Mom's First Off-world Adventure

What: Sam and Mary visit Asphodel and things...go badly.
When: February-March 2017, because I suck

Sam invites Mom on her first Otherworld adventure

( The only thing you need to remember is if a pale humanoid being calls you 'creature', ignore it and move on, and if you have to address it, don't call it anything but 'Ver'. )
Sam and Mary have a little chat about his, ah, love life.

( Do you promise this stuff is edible? )
What happened to Sam? River, Mary, and Bo find out.

( If anything happened to Sammy... )

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Text to Everyone Re: Piotr's Departure

To: All
From: INR

Subject: Piotr Rasputin Departure

It has been brought to my attention that my brother Piotr has departed this plane in what is referred to at the inn as "checking out."

I understand that Piotr acted as a teacher, a farmer, and an artist within this community. I know that some of you will miss him. I have consented to the inclusion of his name in the memorial for the departed within the temple.

EDIT: Piotr's artwork is now available in the Copper Cafe. Kitty and I are presiding. Come take Piotr's artwork away. For free. Just come take it. Now.

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Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign

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...