((Backdated to shortly after Sam and Azi's conversation.))

Dean hadn't exactly been sulking, but he'd--well, he wasn't very happy. Disneyland had long since gotten boring, and he had taken to avoiding Sam, and that didn't leave much else. He couldn't say quite why he was avoiding Sam, but the thought of having to talk about plans and theories just ( Read more... )

After a bit of scouting, Veronica and Lilly decided to take up residence in the Court Des Angels in New Orleans Square. They found office space upstairs, accessible from a door on the left side of the balcony. A window overlooked the staircase and gave them a decent view of the Court itself and Le Bat En Rouge downstairs ( Read more... )

Cayce glared at her notes.

She'd gotten sloppy, she realized; she hadn't been keeping up with the new arrivals nearly as well as she should, and she hadn't updated the park census in forever. Which meant it was time to do this the easy way.

So a large sheet of paper went up on the park bulletin board.

Hi everyone ( Read more... )

Location: New Orleans Square, duh XD
Mood: Exploratory

"It's not so much ducks, per se," Aziraphale was saying, smiling ruefully. "I quite like them, you know? I could imagine a more terrible fate. It's more not knowing the purpose, and that I seem to have been singled out to return, and I can't fathom why." Tranquil acceptance was easy to ( Read more... )

If anyone had happened to wander into the back room of Le Bat En Rouge (having first stepped over the thick line of salt inside the door and passed untroubled by the half dozen strange runes and sigils carved into the doorframe) they would have been rather startled by its appearance ( Read more... )

((Closed to Dean, Sam and Starbuck. Lots of confusion to ensue, I'm sure. ^^))Starbuck sort of felt bad. She really should have gone to see Dean as soon as she was feeling totally back to normal (the potion had put her off for a day or two). Instead, she got caught up in building the pyramid court, so glad that she had found something to preoccupy ( Read more... )

Getting the Impala out of the impound lot had actually been rather easier than, say, Sam’s escape from the police station. (He’d half ripped off a nail on that ledge, and he’d bitched about it on the walk just to hear Dean call him a girl.) Improvisation was, after all, what they did best; a little sneaking around, a little chit-chat with a smelly ( Read more... )

((Backdated to the day after the club opening. Will contain detailed descriptions of someone going through alcohol withdrawal.))So she'd had too much. That was nothing new ( Read more... )

With a slight pop! and a brief shot of flame, a tallish figure appears. It soon becomes evident that he has small black horns, cloven hooves, and a bit of a paunch.

( Well, now. This is different. )

Dean woke up feeling a little weird. Not hungover-weird, which he could deal with (actually, which he'd almost enjoy at the moment, as it would imply a recent consumption of alcohol), but... wanting-to-take-a-walk weird ( Read more... )