August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!

[strangelic]

Who: Castiel and YOU. ALL OF YOU.
What: It's a party! It was going to be a fun game of Twister party, but now it's a spoopy party. This is a massive mingle, so please feel free to write your own starters! And feel free to jump on the party game headers as well, or include them in your starters too!
Where: The bar!
When: August 15th
Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. No, I lie. Alcohol, truth or dare, people falling on each other, scary stories maybe and snogging in a closet. And talking about feelings. Please add your own warnings to your comment thread headers and I will add them to the list!


Whether or not the lights were off, Castiel was determined to go ahead with his plan to cheer up the residents of Hadriel, and get them interacting with each other. He'd made his plans a week in advance, and when it came right down to it, the idea of whether or not he would allow Fear to get in the way of having fun was practically moot. Of course he wouldn't. It was far simpler to be oblivious, far easier to overcome fear - at least his own, if not the god - with amusement, and companionship.

It threw a bit of a monkey wrench into his plans, and was, it had to be said, particularly devastating for his personal party trick in particular. How would his "pull my finger" joke work now? But he was determined to soldier on, and that meant that the bar was taken over by an eager angel, complete with food that had been collected from the orchard, and around the town, a pack of cards, a bag full of pebbles, a bunch of sticks with tiny carvings on them, and as much paint as he had left over from his aborted attempt to redecorate the Winchester apartment.

Not much of a party, but that was what guests were for. And party games. And alcohol, obviously--that was why it was being held at a bar.

So maybe they'd have to bring their own light, and perhaps people might take advantage of the spooky mood and audience to tell some of those stories that Fear wanted people to share, or to play horrid tricks on each other...but so long as things didn't turn into a remake of Cabin in the Woods, Evil Dead, or House on Haunted Hill, they were probably fine. Actually, scratch that, so long as it didn't turn into any horror movie ever, they were probably fine.

But then, with Twister, Truth or Dare and Poker (any of which you can add "strip" in front of and they will be infinitely more fun) as available gaming options, perhaps it was a horror movie already.

Comments

[skelebro]

[You're talking to a poker-playing skeleton, Simon, get some perspective.]

Nah.

[A low, easy drawl, unconcerned and unworried. As if he hadn't watched his brother's body go to dust at the hands of a human who now wanders Hadriel unimpeded. As if he doesn't wake up with a seeded ache in the marrow of his bones. As if he doesn't marinate in his own guilt day after day, sometimes unable to do so much as get out of bed, thinking about how much and how badly and in how many different ways he failed him, and stood by and watched his death happen for the umpteenth time and didn't do a damn thing to stop it.

As easy as pretending, and that's a thing he's done all his life.]

You'd know if he was. He's like me, but the opposite.

[He draws three. Pair of tens and not much else to his name. Ain't that just the way?]

[hippocratical]

[He's trying. God, he's trying. At least this is something he can relate to, family. If he knew what Sans was thinking, he'd relate even more. He'd failed River, once, twice, a thousand times. He should have been faster. He should have figured it out sooner. He should never have let her go to that school, even if at first she'd been the one who wanted to go.]

I know how that can be. I have a sister. She's...well. She's hard to describe. But she's mine, and I'm lucky for it.

[The warmth shows. He can't ever hide that. Drawing, he stares at a hand that has literally nothing but the pair of twos. Damn. Still, he gestures to the pot.]

Ante up, or are you holding?

[skelebro]

So she's here, is she?

[It's impossible to miss that trace of familial love. It makes him ache for the same, but - hah, that got snatched away from him, didn't it? His brother, a pillar of dust spilling into the snow. Gray indistinguishable for white.

Yeah. He really is lucky for it.]

Let's keep the pot, yeah. Not like I got anything else to bet with.

[He draws five, following - heh, following suit.]

[hippocratical]

She is. I'm not sure what I'd do if she wasn't, to be honest.

[Probably worry and stress himself into an early grave. And then back out of it, if what people say about Hope is true.]

Alright, then. I suppose, it's cards out.

[He lays his hand on the table, looking disappointed. Literally just the pair of twos. It's sad.]

Pretty sure you're taking this one, no matter what's in your hand.

[skelebro]

Heh.

[I feel that, he almost says, and reveals his pair of tens with a shrug and an easy grin. No one needs to know that. How much he desperately misses his brother. How much he doesn't wanna go another day without him but knows, easy enough, that he's done the very same and inevitably existed onward without him.]

Looks like, yeah. Maybe we should pay better a-ten-tion, yeah?

[hippocratical]

[He might not be saying it, but even without Sans' expression, there's a feeling about him that pings even Simon's radar. Maybe because he recognizes it, himself, from those months of searching for River. The hopelessness and fear of it all. But he smiles nonetheless, and even if it's not incredibly bright, it's not forced, either.]

Suppose you're right. Maybe next Twos-day will be better for my luck.

[He's trying, okay?]

[skelebro]

[Hey, trying is about all one can ask for. And Sans, he's got a soft spot for bad jokes, even ones that struggle a bit from the get-go. He laughs.]

We'll make a Joker of you yet.

[hippocratical]

[And that would be an actual laugh from Simon, too, even if it is a quiet one.]

We'll see, I guess. Thanks for the game. I think I'm gonna bow out, but maybe we can play again sometime. Get a group together.

[That wouldn't be completely awful.]

[skelebro]

Hey, why not? Bring your sis, we'll make a day of it.

[He sweeps the cards up together into one stack and straightens the deck with a neat tap against the tabletop.]

[hippocratical]

[Simon looks surprised for a moment, then thoughtful, then rueful.]

I'm not sure that would end well for either of us. But it sounds...nice.

[You know, as far as things to do in a murder cave, go--and actually as far as things to do in regular places, too.]

[skelebro]

We gotta make our own fun here. Case in point.

[He gestures at the cards as he lays the deck on the table, snapping a rubber band around it before scraping back his chair and standing as he pops the doctor a wink.]

If you don't, you'll lose your mind.

[Thank you Sans, I'm sure that was most reassuring.]

[hippocratical]

[Well. It's honest, and personally Simon finds that more reassuring. He even manages a smile, yet again.]

Not that I'd wish for others to be trapped here, too, but maybe we'll get lucky and a psychiatric professional will fall through. Freud would have a field day here with the gods alone.

[skelebro]

[Sans laughs. Always good to lighten the mood.]

Boy, and I was a-Freud of that one.

[Here he didn't think Freud held much water in the profession anymore but, eh, what's he know? Humans have a whole field of study devoted to their brains alone. That's honestly more than monsters have ever needed.]

Anyway, I'll leave ya to look after your sis. Gotta keep an eyesocket on your sibs, yeah?