Has anyone seen a fucking older guy, white hair, wears a fucking suit and a panama hat? His name is Frank fucking Lundy.

It's kinda god damn important.

[Private to Derek.]

You. Me. Talking. Now.

Okay, so... the television updates aren't so awesome when the old dude is hosting them ( Read more... )

WHO: Castiel, OTA
WHAT: Cas is contemplating life in Peaksville.
WHERE: He's not at the bar for once. Center of town.
WHEN: Day 45.

( let's take a picture of the perfect place )

I've got a room to stay in at the boardhouse. It's nice enough, and oddly quiet for the volume of people who seem to be here. Devices don't exist; my gun is gone. To be honest, I'm not keen on carrying it around in the first place ( Read more... )

It appears as though Peaksville is at it again ( Read more... )

Who: Dean, OTA. (Multiple threads/thread jacking very encouraged!!)
What: Arrival. Dean's making his way to the boarding house.
Where: Town Square
When:Day 42. Late afternoon/early evening.

( Streets are uneven when you're down. )

Who: Parker and YOU
What: Arrival
When: Day 39
Where: Town Square

( I’m gonna fly on down then fly away, on my way )

What the HELL is going on here? Not that I'm not grateful to not be holding my guts in with my hands anymore, but, really? Fictional. I think that old guy's been drinking a bit too much of the homemade liquor. Strong as hell, but you may as well be drinking paint thinner for how good it is for your body ( Read more... )

I kinda forgot I had this thing, whoops. Bad me, very bad me. But hi, hello, in journal land. If you haven't met me yet, I'm Dawn Summers, formerly of Sunnydale, California. Which I hope it still standing, but it's entirely likely that it isn't, and that's how the suburban town crumbles ( Read more... )

You know, I'd be inclined to believe the whole not being real thing if I hadn't been handed the tape. That's just a little too freaky, even for someone like me. But whatever, I'll just figure out how to get my fictional butt out of here and back home.

I have someone waiting for me, and I'm not going to leave them behind this time.