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[broken_brushes]

Despite how cluttered the thing could get, it always seemed like the best way to get word out to people was to post a notice to the bulletin board in the Compound. I could (And would) make mention of the lock-in on the radio, but you never could tell if people were listening. For maximum exposure, you had to use the board

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[wayward_dad]

It wasn't like Hera could read, not really. But that didn't stop John from occasionally visiting the bookshelf to find a few things for her, anyway. A good deal of the time he ended up reading them to her (or her sister), although sometimes she did try to read to him. Or Sharon. Or anyone who even looked remotely interesting.

Head bowed down, he was busily flipping through the thin books in his hands (The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Where the Wild Things Are, No, David!) as he strolled down the corridor. Only the fact that the smallest book began to slip from his grip made him stop, narrowly avoiding running Shari Cooper over.

Half of his mouth twitching apologetically, John gave her a nod and righted the books. "Well, look who it is," he said mildly, eyes flickering to her leaflet. "You're just askin' for trouble, you get that, right?"

[broken_brushes]

Even then, after everything that had happened, after loving Sam and Dean as fiercely as the brother I'd grown up with and actually going so far as to give them the same title, John Winchester still intimidated me a little. Maybe it was because I was there when he first showed up, and I'd never really gotten over having made a total ass of myself, but it was probably more to do with the whole 'gun-wielding ghost hunter' thing. I lived in fear of John finding out and telling his sons I was bad news, despite the fact that the guy had never done anything to make me think he'd be so callous.

I mean, the guy was holding The Very Hungry Caterpillar, for God's sake.

"I'm really only bothering so that he feels like a rebel when he breaks the rules," I replied with a smirk as I glanced over to John. "He was actually pretty good entertainment last time. I wouldn't have thought Dean would look good in a dress."

[wayward_dad]

John had somehow missed catching sight of his eldest in a dress and wasn't exactly itching to view a potential repeat performance. His lips settled into a thin line and he snorted, head shaking as he doggedly shoved any mental images that might have been traveling to the forefront of his brain right back into the vault where they belonged. "I'll take your word on the dress," he said, "but I have no doubt he brought down the house with...whatever the hell it was he got himself up to." The jury could have been out for days deciding just what shenanigans Dean Winchester had gotten up to in the middle of a girls' slumber party.

[broken_brushes]

"All things considered, he was amazingly well-behaved," I replied, smiling as I remembered. "Some harmless flirting. He's good at that, and everyone had a good time."

My gaze dropped to the books and then lifted curiously to John's face again. "For the kids?" Well, obviously, self.

[heatedrod]

"Now that," Johnny came to a stop beside Cute Girl Who Baked, and skimmed over the sign she'd just posted happily, "is what I'm talking about. You'll make an exception for the no guys thing, right?"

[broken_brushes]

"Well, Apron Boy, that all depends." I turned, crossing my arms over my chest, and leveled Johnny with a smug gaze. "How far are you willing to go? I can't break the rules for just anyone."

[heatedrod]

Apron Boy? That was a new one.

"Depends on what happens on your secretive and mysterious Girls Night," he replied, pretending to think it over. "I mean, a guy has to draw the line somewhere."

Pointing to the last line on her sign, he added, "That guy really showed up in a wig?"

[broken_brushes]

"Showed up in a wig and still got a ton of tail," I shot back with a knowing arch of my eyebrows. And okay, that was a little bit of an exaggeration and I sort of wanted to poke myself in the eye for using 'tail' to describe other women (...and possibly myself, now that I think of it), but Johnny didn't need to know that. "Some guys are just that good, I guess."

Oh, gag.

[aminorkey]

"You know," Peter remarks, slightly bemused by the note and the rather emphatic demand that no men be present. "I'm rather insulted, you know. What if the thing I needed absolutely most in the world was a girls' night in? I hardly think I can bond with some of the men here. We could go to the strip club, I suppose," he adds, sarcasm running light and quick through his words.

[broken_brushes]

"Every night is a girls' night in for you," I pointed out with a knowing smirk. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm not enough on my own? I think that if somebody should be insulted here, it's me."

[aminorkey]

"I'm only commenting," Peter notes smoothly with a light smile upon his face. "After all, there's a grand difference in how one woman treats me as opposed to a lavish and wonderful army of them. And I'm not exactly toting about a heaping and gross worth of testosterone. Really," he argues, but now he's laughing. "It's a crime that I'm not included."

[broken_brushes]

"You know, if I was going to make an exception for anyone, it would have to be you," I insisted with a consoling pat to Peter's shoulder. "I'm just worried that might be too many breasts in a small space for you, is all."

[natureofsecrets]

It's only been a few hours since Morgan dropped out of a tree into dinosaur country, but an explanation, shower, and place to deposit his vest and gun have significantly improved his emotional state. Cup of coffee in hand--it was pretty late where he'd come from, and stressful as all hell--he's fending off a crash for awhile longer to explore the compound, surprise himself with how neat everything is, how good it is at distracting him from the last forty-eight hours of his life.

He watches the woman step back from the bulletin board before he finishes his walk down the hall, maneuvering around her closer than is quite necessary while glancing at what she's put up.

Of course the title isn't supposed to get his attention, but he can't think of a header that would do a better job of it than that. "Is that you," he asks with a smile, tapping Shari Cooper on the page, "Or are you just the attractive secretary?"

[broken_brushes]

That was exactly the sort of compliment I hated most, not because it was bad, per se, but because I didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted. "If I had an attractive secretary, you can bet your ass they'd be a he," I replied, my gaze traveling from the outstretched finger up to the ridiculously attractive face of its owner.

You would think that after awhile on the island, you got used to everyone being so good looking, but that just wasn't the case.

"Why, are you looking to contribute?" I asked, already knowing that was unlikely-Not because he was a man, or even because he was that particular brand of cocky man I seemed to attract in droves, but because I'd never seen him before, which meant he was brand new.

[natureofsecrets]

"Am I allowed to contribute," he asks, grinning and wondering if she'd like a secretary, because he has a hunch that he's going to have a lot of free time on his hands.

Not to mention a double-standard of harassment he would, in such an instance, wholeheartedly embrace.

"I don't know where or what the Hub is, but if you showed me, I'd be happy to help set up beforehand."

[broken_brushes]

"I never turn down free muscle," I shot back with a quiet snort. "The Hub is that tiki bar-looking place across the way, and if you're serious, I'll definitely accept the help. It won't buy you entrance into the event, though, just so we're clear." Head canting, I arched my eyebrows. "I'm guessing you've got less than 24 hours on you; am I right?"