[There's a click and dead air, as if the device opened to an empty room. But after awhile, a voice is heard.]

I said I was sorry, I wasn't in control of myself. I believe I'm cursed.

Don't you think it's just a little late for that?

...I don't know, but I felt it needed to be said. The urge seems to have passed, can I... do you need anything?

( Read more... )

[It's early morning, based on the sunlight streaming through the living room. Walking into view is Anna, clad only in a robe, her hair damp from the shower, and coming to sit at the table with a fresh cup of coffee. She takes a sip and smiles, it's a good morning, she hasn't had one like this for awhile ( Read more... )

[Private to Peter Petrelli and Claire Bennett]

Awhile back, I did you a favor. I need it repaid.

Tell me everything you know about the man that left that spear-tip in Claire. Everything.

[Private to Winchesters + Jo + Castiel]

I know who attacked Castiel.

I need you to trust me to get more information before I tell you anything, but I will ( Read more... )

( Notes pinned by knives where the recipients will find them, shortly after midnight. )

I know this probably gets asked a lot, it's one of the most common theoretical debates there is but here goes anyway ( Read more... )

Wow, this is a lot of people. Everyone, welcome to the City.

Please don't be Uriel.

If there's anyone here I know, I'm pretty sure I owe you guys dinner.

So... I guess this is "Hi."

[ooc; ANYTHING GOES. Have fun.]

...okay, I don't know who you are or where you all came from, but-

You do not know me, and you may know some of the things I've done, but you don't know me.

I would NEVER do that with Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer, or any combination thereof.

No. Really.

[Anna's sitting on the floor, absently petting her new four-legged friend (friends of the Winchesters will recognize it). The dog is largely ignoring her, happily chewing away on something. She's been talking for awhile, but hasn't noticed the network device on.]

...I mean, it still could be worse, right, Bobby? Uriel could be here, or Zachariah, or ( Read more... )

[The forest. A young woman, arms crossed and looking down walks into view. She takes a few more steps and looks up as though she thinks she has reached a destination and is expecting to see something... that apparently isn't there. She looks around, turning in a slow circle, perplexed, and then stops, her eyes unfocusing and her head slightly ( Read more... )