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hadriel_logs2016-08-14 10:17 pm
strangelic) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-08-14 10:17 pm
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August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!
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.
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.
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kate glances up from the drink she's speeding her way through, places her glass down and runs a hand over her eyes.
great. ) Have you tried-- ( oh c'mon, what is that thing called? she waves her hand, trying to grasp a word- ) sensing him? ( she'll go find him if need be, but she's not running all over a pitch black cave to do it. it could take forever. )
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[ How does an angel explain how he's frantic, how overwhelmed he is by reality right now, how everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. He drops down onto the stool beside her, even though everything in him is electric, bursting out of his skin to go hunting for Dean through the dark city streets. ]
I kissed him, Kate. He was... [ He shook his head. ] He was so angry. Why was he so angry?
[ You know these things, right? ]
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ahahahaha. knows. these. things. ok cas. ok.
she's just sober enough, still, to take this seriously. if she'd finished that drink - which doesn't smell like it's just beer, if we're being honest - this would probably be a lot more ridiculous to her. teenage games and gay fucking panics.
who would have thought she'd be back in secondary school? )
Could be any number of reasons. ( she taps a finger against her lower lip thoughtfully. really, it's impossible to tell without actually being more privvy to things, although her gut instinct after the posts and the bits she has seen suggest it's less actual dislike and more- ) Could be afraid. ( she gets angry when she's scared. not for that reason, but others. )
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Except maybe she would. Maybe Kate was adjusting to the possibility that maybe - just maybe - she might have the chance to be happy too. Not that Cas would know anything about that, especially not right now, distraught as he is. ]
He hunts monsters for a living.
[ But he knows it's fear, honestly. It's just...what should he do about it? ]
Maybe he was. Maybe he was afraid, but I thought it'd make it easier, if he knew...if he knew that he wasn't going to explode, if he kissed me, the way he does in his dreams.
He wasn't supposed to hate me.
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yeah. so did she. that didn't stop her from being terrified about being attracted to sam. it still doesn't. she still wakes up before the sun rises half-wondering what the fuck she's even playing at.
she sighs and tugs her hair out of its bun, scrapes it back with her fingers into a ponytail, the restyling giving her a minute to think. ) He ever been with a bloke before?