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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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Paper stars.
[ She even shows him a few, all different colors. It requires very precise tearing in long strips; several bottles now have a diagonal strip of the label missing from right across the middle. ]
Are you having fun?
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Better than I could do.
[ Paper folding? Not his expertise. But the question still makes him glance up, shrug a shoulder. ]
Sure, why not.
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[ She waggles them in his direction. ]
Not everyone is a party person. Castiel is your friend? She likes him.
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Yeah, Cas is my friend. Pretty much family. I've known him for a while.
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[ She gestures out, and if Dean glances to look, it'll be just as Simon is grumbling, coming out of the closet behind someone else. ]
That's her brother. What are you drinking?
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[ but oh, his booze. ]
Uh- whiskey. I think. Can't tell for sure.
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Doesn't smell very sweet.
[ She likes sweet. Other kind of alcohol just seem like suffering. ]
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You lookin' for a daiquiri? Something with a little umbrella?
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[ At the mention of an umbrella she just shrugs. ]
It's all Greek, except she can read Greek.
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He probably hasn't. Doesn't mean he isn't trying. ]
The old archaics, huh. Any good with Latin?
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He tries and that's important. River smiles up at him. ]
The language was dead long before the Earth-that-was. Why do you study it?
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Well, actually-- Dean cracks a marginal grin at that, but he knocks it back with the rest of his drink. He's not sure what he does counts as study, but he does his research, so maybe. ]
Dunno if I study it so much as pretend I know how to read books that're older than dirt. But I, ah- use it without speakin' the language.
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But why? To talk to Old Things like Castiel? [ C'mon Dean she really wants to know. ]
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Usually the things we talk to in Latin don't exactly appreciate the sentiment. [ Just... cringing a little bit, here. ] And if you really want to chat up an angel, you gotta use Enochian.
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Sounds about right to River. ]
Could you teach her? Enochian?
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Probably not. ]
Enochian isn't really all that conversational.