RP logs: The Crack!Drama (with freakytwinthing and winchesterbitch)
ooc: Logging for player information mostly. The log is messy and partly meta and possibly one day might be turned into a coherent fic, but until that happens... this is mostly what we have.
Grace's mun: Grace wants her own car. Because the impala smells.
Dean: ...
Grace: :-D
Sam: *bites tongue *
Grace's mun: She will ride a motorcycle
Dean: No.
Sam: No.
(before that:
Grace's mun: I hope Sam can take care of the car. Grace might set it on fire
Dean's mun: ahaha I'm sure he can
Grace's mun: XD go sammy, go )
Sam's mun: After Dean taught him? Of course he can.
Dean's mun: yeah, well, that's why Dean went ... about Grace getting her own car
Sam's mun: (For the record: Sammy doesn't like me talking about this but he still gets the warm fuzzies every time he thinks of Dean teaching him about cars.)
Dean's mun: (*grins * yeah, I'm pretty sure one of the ways the tone down tension at times is just... working together on one of the cars or the other.)
Grace's mun: Her other idea is buying a houseboat. I don't know why
Dean's mun (not that either of them would say he likes that. It would just end up that way.)
Sam's mun: They're men.
Men don't say things like that.
Sam and Dean, Guy and Nameless. Men. Just. Don't. Talk. About. That.
Dean's mun: *grins *
Sam's mun: (Which isn't to say that men actually don't, just that a lot of them have preconceptions like that.)
Dean's mun: I know, I know. Also, Dean and Sam kinda DO talk about it, it's just so heavily coded...
Grace's mun: She will run away and do it anyway. XD
Dean's mun: as soon as she comes back with it, she won't be able to start it anymore
I'm sure that Sam and Dean will disable it in different ways independently
Grace: brothers suck.
Dean: *eyes still narrowed and not a bit frightened, check*
Grace: *still isn't speaking to a certain someone so there*
Dean: *still worries, DAMMIT*
Grace: *is a big girl! And has a better chance of dying or otherwise injuring herself doing a large number of other things she does on a daily basis*
Dean: *is still worried. If she recalls family history about trucks hitting cars, she might get it. If that was a bike, they'd not have had much to bring her back INTO*
Sam: Seriously, does she want to be responsible for one of us goign to hell... again... or something equally stupid because she has a thing for bikes?
Dean: *just.. ... *
Grace: *...is just a little Mary Sue rebel who gets into trouble*
Sam: That's what's going to happen. She's going to get on a bike, do something stupid, get killed, and then one of us is going to do something stupid. We're Winchesters. We don't do letting go/grieving well.
Grace's mun: ...God, I'm going to hell for making her
Dean's mun: I think... it was Dean's turn to go for a walk. Or something.
Grace: you all worry too much.
Sam's mun: *throws Sammy in a closet and slams the door before he explodes*
Dean: *growls* Read the statistics. *and goes out for a walk of his own*
Grace: *Gives up*
Sam's mun: (I've seen road pizza before. It ain't pretty. Someone on a bike got the wrong end of traffic at the intersection in front of my street when I was a kid.)
(I suspect that's what's really pissing Sam off.)
Dean's mun: (*sighs * I'm pretty sure Dean has, too.)
Sam's mun: (That and the guy in a co... no, coming out of a coma, thank god, down the street from my aunt's house who hit a rock and went base over apex on his bicycle 0
9:58 PM (And was comatose for a couple weeks before he finally came out of it. They weren't sure he would.)
Dean's mun: (*winces*)
Sam's mun: (Sammy was really about to yell.)
Dean's mun: (Dean was growling and getting out? Which is... pretty pissed off.)
Sam's mun: (*wry* If Grace gets a bike, he won't need to tamper with it. It will be a small compressed block of scrap metal as soon as Sam finds out.)
Dean's mun: (*giggles * )
Sam's mun: (Via demon powers.)
Dean's mun: (thought so)
Sam's mun: He's pissy.
Dean's mun: I think they are kinda unanimous about that
earlier:
Grace: *thinks Dean should spend more of his time worrying about himself and less time being a mother hen*
Dean: *sorry, kid, not on the table*
*besides, it wasn't even him driving. He CAN take care of himself. Reasonably.*
Grace: *now resolves to go out and do more stupid and dangerous things just to prove she can. And she doesn't think he can, sorry*
Grace's mun: But the mention of pizza made her hungry
Grace: *will smack sammy upside the head if the demon powers start*
Dean's mun: I kinda think that she won't have a say in the matter
Sam: *is not speaking now *
Dean's mun: *sighs *
Sarah: *goes to sit with him, because Dean's not up to inexplosive communication *
Sam's mun: *sighs * Fucking Sorcerers.
*wry * Hey, Jane. Seriously, if you were Sam, what would you do?
Sam: *is not speaking now *
Grace's mun: ...:O
Dean's mun: yup, Gracie. That's what you did
Grace: I suck at this family thing.
Dean's mun: You just don't listen well enough to register when they're just being guys and when they're really worried
Grace: You think I can buy them food to make up for it?
Dean's mun: You could actually behave sensibly. And promise no bikes. *eyes* At least to Sam, I guess. Dean's still out
Grace: ...you know, I can do the second part
Dean's mun: You can do both. Even the first, for a while. Who knows, it might end up a habit you fall into
Grace: I can try?
Sam's mun: *wry * Sam's a Sorcerer. She'll have better luck with Dean.
Dean's mun: *wry * he really is still out. Fuming. Possibly kicking an innocent tree or something
Sam's mun: I think I have a vein in my temple throbbing. Either that or that's my pulse.
Dean's mun: there's pulse there but *snugs *
Sam's mun: Sam is.. not talking. And probably jacking up the tension in the room like crazy.
And mostly just not talking. An will probably hit most people who try to touch him.
Dean's mun: *nods * I think Sarah... knew that last part. And even if she might be among those he won't hit, she's just close by to reassure, not press
Grace's mun: She's not talking to Dean, anyway. So, you know. But Sammy being not happy with her she can't stand. :(
Sam's mun: *wry * It's keeping him from storming off and hitting something? And by hitting I mean broken hands.
... or, given demon powers, broken trees. You never know. I really think he's been rifling through my memories of bike accidents.
Dean's mun: *nods * she's there.
Sam's mun: *nudges him * There we go.
Sam: *just sort of leans his head on Sarah's shoulder and closes his eyes *
Sarah: *wraps her arms around him steadily, hugs him and kisses the top of his head *
Sam: *tired, long sigh, hugs her back *
Sarah: *quietly * she gave up on it. She won't get a bike
Sam's mun: ((That's better. He's not bad enough to be able to keep up that level of enraged for long.))
Sam: *grunt *
Sarah: *just had to let him know. caresses him lightly, worried, but steady, because he can use that right now *
Dean's mun ((*pets him * The poor man. At least Dean's behaving? He didn't even go out driving, as angry as he was.))
Sam's mun: ((*wry* So he only has one person to ignore/ass to kick.))
Dean's mun: ((that's at least somewhat better? *amused * Grace's mun: Grace still loves him! ))
Sam's mun: ((Well, and he obviously loves her, or he wouldn't be this pissed off. But. You know how this works. *wry*))
Dean's mun: ((oh yes. I do. Grace's mun: She says she loves him too much to do that.
Grace's mun: Leave him, I mean ))
Sam: *grunt*
Sam's mun: Go nap, Sammy. *pushes him over onto the bed *
Sarah: *snuggles him for that nap *
Sam's mun: Attagirl.
Dean's mun: hahahaa like she'd go anywhere
Sam's mun: Still deserves a word or two. :)
Dean's mun: it's good when she deserves praise! >.>
((he fell asleep?))
Sam's mun: ((Either that or he's ignoring everyone))
Sarah: *is there, snuggling him. If his breathing's not smoothed out and tension drained for sleep, she will probably hum, give him something to... focus on. *
Dean's mun: ((because. "No, Dean. you may NOT pick up a fight, even if he deserves it." "But I can just collapse his nose in his brain, no sweat." "NO." "FINE." ))
Sam's mun: ((*facedesk* That's harder than it sounds.))
Dean's mun: ((*wry * I know. It's also Dean, v. v. angry )
Sam's mun: Men.
Well, Boys.
Dean's mun: Well. WINCHESTER boys
Sam's mun: Ten times worse. Nameless, I know that's you, stoppit.
Dean's mun: No, Dean'll not be picking up fights with anybody who looks like he might be actually dangerous. No, he actually WON'T BE PICKING FIGHTS AT ALL.
Sam's mun: Good.
Because, seriously. After that little display of temper does he want Sam pissed at him too?
Dean's mun: oh, no.
it's just a case of how he handles fear
Sam's mun: Good.
So no doing anything stupid.
*smacks Dean with the don't be stupid stick *
Dean's mun: *wry * no, not really.
...
Sam's mun: ...Since I think Sammy really is asleep
Dean's mun: oh good. *pets him carefully * Sarah won't go anywhere; if he stirs up, he'll have the security of that. In a while, of Dean being back, too
....
Dean'smun: ... also, I think Dean's come back and flopped on the bed across from Sam. jsyk ;)
Sam's mun: For a second I thought you said flopped across Sam on the bed.
(Look! Word order!)
(Well, also omitting one word.)
Dean's mun: hahahah mmm yeah. no. that'd be a crowded bed!
Sam'smun: Yes. And they are not wolves.
Dean's mun: *snorts *
(of course, in DW .. it might be applicable eventually. When Dean gets used to the idea/order)
Sam's mun: (Yes.)
...
Dean's mun: *snorts * her mun reached the conclusion that Grace is dumb. Or something like that
Sam's mun: She's a Mary Sue. Of course she's dumb.
Dean's mun: hahaha
but but but she's a Winchester! for all they have dumb moments, they're remarkably not so!
Sam's mun: That only means she's smarter than the average Mary Sue :P
Who is dumb as a box of proverbial rocks. Or real rocks!
Dean's mun: hahahahah
ahem. I mean. Poor Sam.
Sam's mun: Yush.
Grace's mun: Grace wants her own car. Because the impala smells.
Dean: ...
Grace: :-D
Sam: *bites tongue *
Grace's mun: She will ride a motorcycle
Dean: No.
Sam: No.
(before that:
Grace's mun: I hope Sam can take care of the car. Grace might set it on fire
Dean's mun: ahaha I'm sure he can
Grace's mun: XD go sammy, go )
Sam's mun: After Dean taught him? Of course he can.
Dean's mun: yeah, well, that's why Dean went ... about Grace getting her own car
Sam's mun: (For the record: Sammy doesn't like me talking about this but he still gets the warm fuzzies every time he thinks of Dean teaching him about cars.)
Dean's mun: (*grins * yeah, I'm pretty sure one of the ways the tone down tension at times is just... working together on one of the cars or the other.)
Grace's mun: Her other idea is buying a houseboat. I don't know why
Dean's mun (not that either of them would say he likes that. It would just end up that way.)
Sam's mun: They're men.
Men don't say things like that.
Sam and Dean, Guy and Nameless. Men. Just. Don't. Talk. About. That.
Dean's mun: *grins *
Sam's mun: (Which isn't to say that men actually don't, just that a lot of them have preconceptions like that.)
Dean's mun: I know, I know. Also, Dean and Sam kinda DO talk about it, it's just so heavily coded...
Grace's mun: She will run away and do it anyway. XD
Dean's mun: as soon as she comes back with it, she won't be able to start it anymore
I'm sure that Sam and Dean will disable it in different ways independently
Grace: brothers suck.
Dean: *eyes still narrowed and not a bit frightened, check*
Grace: *still isn't speaking to a certain someone so there*
Dean: *still worries, DAMMIT*
Grace: *is a big girl! And has a better chance of dying or otherwise injuring herself doing a large number of other things she does on a daily basis*
Dean: *is still worried. If she recalls family history about trucks hitting cars, she might get it. If that was a bike, they'd not have had much to bring her back INTO*
Sam: Seriously, does she want to be responsible for one of us goign to hell... again... or something equally stupid because she has a thing for bikes?
Dean: *just.. ... *
Grace: *...is just a little Mary Sue rebel who gets into trouble*
Sam: That's what's going to happen. She's going to get on a bike, do something stupid, get killed, and then one of us is going to do something stupid. We're Winchesters. We don't do letting go/grieving well.
Grace's mun: ...God, I'm going to hell for making her
Dean's mun: I think... it was Dean's turn to go for a walk. Or something.
Grace: you all worry too much.
Sam's mun: *throws Sammy in a closet and slams the door before he explodes*
Dean: *growls* Read the statistics. *and goes out for a walk of his own*
Grace: *Gives up*
Sam's mun: (I've seen road pizza before. It ain't pretty. Someone on a bike got the wrong end of traffic at the intersection in front of my street when I was a kid.)
(I suspect that's what's really pissing Sam off.)
Dean's mun: (*sighs * I'm pretty sure Dean has, too.)
Sam's mun: (That and the guy in a co... no, coming out of a coma, thank god, down the street from my aunt's house who hit a rock and went base over apex on his bicycle 0
9:58 PM (And was comatose for a couple weeks before he finally came out of it. They weren't sure he would.)
Dean's mun: (*winces*)
Sam's mun: (Sammy was really about to yell.)
Dean's mun: (Dean was growling and getting out? Which is... pretty pissed off.)
Sam's mun: (*wry* If Grace gets a bike, he won't need to tamper with it. It will be a small compressed block of scrap metal as soon as Sam finds out.)
Dean's mun: (*giggles * )
Sam's mun: (Via demon powers.)
Dean's mun: (thought so)
Sam's mun: He's pissy.
Dean's mun: I think they are kinda unanimous about that
earlier:
Grace: *thinks Dean should spend more of his time worrying about himself and less time being a mother hen*
Dean: *sorry, kid, not on the table*
*besides, it wasn't even him driving. He CAN take care of himself. Reasonably.*
Grace: *now resolves to go out and do more stupid and dangerous things just to prove she can. And she doesn't think he can, sorry*
Grace's mun: But the mention of pizza made her hungry
Grace: *will smack sammy upside the head if the demon powers start*
Dean's mun: I kinda think that she won't have a say in the matter
Sam: *is not speaking now *
Dean's mun: *sighs *
Sarah: *goes to sit with him, because Dean's not up to inexplosive communication *
Sam's mun: *sighs * Fucking Sorcerers.
*wry * Hey, Jane. Seriously, if you were Sam, what would you do?
Sam: *is not speaking now *
Grace's mun: ...:O
Dean's mun: yup, Gracie. That's what you did
Grace: I suck at this family thing.
Dean's mun: You just don't listen well enough to register when they're just being guys and when they're really worried
Grace: You think I can buy them food to make up for it?
Dean's mun: You could actually behave sensibly. And promise no bikes. *eyes* At least to Sam, I guess. Dean's still out
Grace: ...you know, I can do the second part
Dean's mun: You can do both. Even the first, for a while. Who knows, it might end up a habit you fall into
Grace: I can try?
Sam's mun: *wry * Sam's a Sorcerer. She'll have better luck with Dean.
Dean's mun: *wry * he really is still out. Fuming. Possibly kicking an innocent tree or something
Sam's mun: I think I have a vein in my temple throbbing. Either that or that's my pulse.
Dean's mun: there's pulse there but *snugs *
Sam's mun: Sam is.. not talking. And probably jacking up the tension in the room like crazy.
And mostly just not talking. An will probably hit most people who try to touch him.
Dean's mun: *nods * I think Sarah... knew that last part. And even if she might be among those he won't hit, she's just close by to reassure, not press
Grace's mun: She's not talking to Dean, anyway. So, you know. But Sammy being not happy with her she can't stand. :(
Sam's mun: *wry * It's keeping him from storming off and hitting something? And by hitting I mean broken hands.
... or, given demon powers, broken trees. You never know. I really think he's been rifling through my memories of bike accidents.
Dean's mun: *nods * she's there.
Sam's mun: *nudges him * There we go.
Sam: *just sort of leans his head on Sarah's shoulder and closes his eyes *
Sarah: *wraps her arms around him steadily, hugs him and kisses the top of his head *
Sam: *tired, long sigh, hugs her back *
Sarah: *quietly * she gave up on it. She won't get a bike
Sam's mun: ((That's better. He's not bad enough to be able to keep up that level of enraged for long.))
Sam: *grunt *
Sarah: *just had to let him know. caresses him lightly, worried, but steady, because he can use that right now *
Dean's mun ((*pets him * The poor man. At least Dean's behaving? He didn't even go out driving, as angry as he was.))
Sam's mun: ((*wry* So he only has one person to ignore/ass to kick.))
Dean's mun: ((that's at least somewhat better? *amused * Grace's mun: Grace still loves him! ))
Sam's mun: ((Well, and he obviously loves her, or he wouldn't be this pissed off. But. You know how this works. *wry*))
Dean's mun: ((oh yes. I do. Grace's mun: She says she loves him too much to do that.
Grace's mun: Leave him, I mean ))
Sam: *grunt*
Sam's mun: Go nap, Sammy. *pushes him over onto the bed *
Sarah: *snuggles him for that nap *
Sam's mun: Attagirl.
Dean's mun: hahahaa like she'd go anywhere
Sam's mun: Still deserves a word or two. :)
Dean's mun: it's good when she deserves praise! >.>
((he fell asleep?))
Sam's mun: ((Either that or he's ignoring everyone))
Sarah: *is there, snuggling him. If his breathing's not smoothed out and tension drained for sleep, she will probably hum, give him something to... focus on. *
Dean's mun: ((because. "No, Dean. you may NOT pick up a fight, even if he deserves it." "But I can just collapse his nose in his brain, no sweat." "NO." "FINE." ))
Sam's mun: ((*facedesk* That's harder than it sounds.))
Dean's mun: ((*wry * I know. It's also Dean, v. v. angry )
Sam's mun: Men.
Well, Boys.
Dean's mun: Well. WINCHESTER boys
Sam's mun: Ten times worse. Nameless, I know that's you, stoppit.
Dean's mun: No, Dean'll not be picking up fights with anybody who looks like he might be actually dangerous. No, he actually WON'T BE PICKING FIGHTS AT ALL.
Sam's mun: Good.
Because, seriously. After that little display of temper does he want Sam pissed at him too?
Dean's mun: oh, no.
it's just a case of how he handles fear
Sam's mun: Good.
So no doing anything stupid.
*smacks Dean with the don't be stupid stick *
Dean's mun: *wry * no, not really.
...
Sam's mun: ...Since I think Sammy really is asleep
Dean's mun: oh good. *pets him carefully * Sarah won't go anywhere; if he stirs up, he'll have the security of that. In a while, of Dean being back, too
....
Dean'smun: ... also, I think Dean's come back and flopped on the bed across from Sam. jsyk ;)
Sam's mun: For a second I thought you said flopped across Sam on the bed.
(Look! Word order!)
(Well, also omitting one word.)
Dean's mun: hahahah mmm yeah. no. that'd be a crowded bed!
Sam'smun: Yes. And they are not wolves.
Dean's mun: *snorts *
(of course, in DW .. it might be applicable eventually. When Dean gets used to the idea/order)
Sam's mun: (Yes.)
...
Dean's mun: *snorts * her mun reached the conclusion that Grace is dumb. Or something like that
Sam's mun: She's a Mary Sue. Of course she's dumb.
Dean's mun: hahaha
but but but she's a Winchester! for all they have dumb moments, they're remarkably not so!
Sam's mun: That only means she's smarter than the average Mary Sue :P
Who is dumb as a box of proverbial rocks. Or real rocks!
Dean's mun: hahahahah
ahem. I mean. Poor Sam.
Sam's mun: Yush.