WHO: Gabriel and Open
WHAT: A depowered Archangel moping and stuffing his face
WHEN: Day 45, dinnertime
WHERE: Boarding House Dining Room
NOTES: Open post, thread-jacking is fine and welcome.

Okay, so he wasn't doing as well with this place as he pretended to most everyone he'd run across so far. It sucked. He didn't have his powers, and he had to eat ( Read more... )

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.

[first there's doodles. flowers, trees, maybe a vault layout or two, and then scribbled, down at the bottom of the page]

... I miss flying.

Does anyone have any aspirin? Or know where I can get some without needing light to see my way around? House, you have to have something stashed somewhere. Give it up before my head explodes ( Read more... )

WHO: Martha Jones and Jim Kirk ( Read more... )

WHO: Jim Kirk and Spencer Reid
WHERE: Reid's room, 1A
WHEN: Day 45, late morning ( 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... )

West: Controlling factor/agent of controlling factor ( Read more... )

WHO: Max Guevara, and OPEN.
WHAT: Her arrival.
WHERE: A bench outside of town square (and onward depending on where the thread goes.)
WHEN: Early morning after breakfast, DAY 45

( Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms )