[Charles has found himself a wax pencil and glass, lots and lots of glass to write on. Windows were wonderful things ( Read more... )

((slightly forward dated to the 13th ( Read more... )

[Hello, Abax. Have an uncomfortable close-up of a bright blue eye. The feed quickly pans out to reveal an affronted Castiel, his eyes squinting and head cocked at a slight angle. His expression is one of anger boiling beneath confusion, lips pressed firmly together in displeasure.]

Whoever has managed to trap me here, I demand to be released.

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This is a very elaborate phone. It has intricacies I haven't seen in almost six years and I can admit I'm fairly inexperienced with.

I need a tailor.

My dress has a butt flap.

And while I appreciate the easier access I don't like the draft.

[Hi there abax, Have a wizard. He's wearing a lab coat and is somewhere in the hospital. Remain calm.]

Ah... anyone else from the Underworld here? Roll call please. I know Carver's here, and so's Dean...
Anyway, I think we're somewhere else.  I'm not getting the same underworldy vibe the last place gave off.

If you're out there let me know.

And if ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )