037- [Accidental voice]

[wayward_sam]

-sus Christ, it's one thing to get killed in my own bedroom and come back from the dead, but to come back missing some vital equipment was just-

[There's a pause. Well crap, that's why sane people don't talk to themselve; they might accidentally record their mutterances.]

Uh... let's not talk about the past few days. Or the past week, for me. Ever.

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voice | this does not exist

[commarogue]

[Faith WANTS to apologize but really. You don't apologize for this shit. So, she opens the connection and then disconnects like a freak.]

voice | i c wut u did thar. except not really.

[wayward_sam]

[Sam wonders over the dropped connection, automatically assuming it to be Dean and expecting him to come by in a few minutes.]

[voice] Words fail him

[viva_la_impala]

[The connection opens and there is about 30 seconds of dead air before he speaks.]

Sam....I....

[And the connection is dropped.]

[voice] It's times like these that I wish Sam was the smartass of the two.

[wayward_sam]

... we should do something. Have a drink together. Preferably not vodka, and preferably not broadcasted all over the network.

[Yes, he saw that video, but wtf could he say? "Sorry I got myself ganked by a psychotic chick on your birthday?"]

[voice] Dean's not feeling very witty. He's grumpy bear right now

[viva_la_impala]

[Dean's grouchy and seeing you alive is making him emo. I think you might have to go punch him. Or maybe Max will beat you to it.]

I didn't save you, Sam. Are we just going to gloss over the fact that I let you get killed?!

[voice] If he keeps chugging the vodka, he might as well be Inebriate Bear.

[wayward_sam]

[fff, Sam and Max can totally gang up on Dean. XD]

Hey! How the hell did you just let me if you weren't nearby to stop it?! There was nothing you could've done, Dean. I couldn't take care of myself. The only person who should be talking about not being able to save me is me.

I didn't know whether dis was mid-event, so use whatever pronoun is Right. M!Anita is Jean Claude.

[a_necromancer]

[Anita hesitates before talking, relief showing clear in the ring and tone of her/his voice.]

No probs. Good to see you back, Sam.

Post-event. I was too distracted with other things to write anything mid-event, unfortunately. ^^'

[wayward_sam]

Thanks, Anita. I've sort of been holed up lately for... obvious reasons.

[master_of_dudes]

Ya died? ...Sorry about that, dude. But hey! The girl thing wasn't so bad! You got free boobs to play with for a day!

[wayward_sam]

Yeah, my second death here. I'm almost starting to get used to it, in a morbid kind of way.

... dude, you played with your own boobs?!

[master_of_dudes]

Yeahhhh, kinda sad, but ya do get used to after a while. I'm on my third. One more and I'm all outta options.

W-well they were mine! It's not like I was hurting anyone! And they were D-cups! What else was I supposed to do with them?!

[wayward_sam]

... what happens after the fourth one?

It just seems... wrong. I don't know, I was just happy when I could finally use the bathroom while standing up again.

video | i totally forgot to troll sam! have a jessica!lookalike

[dillonmilkshake]

Sounds like somebody's getting busy around here. Was the scandal during the horrific curse or was it legit, at least?

video | fff, I was waiting for this. XD

[wayward_sam]

It was....

[Sam's face, it goes like this: "Waaaiiit. Wait, wait, wait. What?!"]

Jess?

video

[dillonmilkshake]

Mmm no, sorry. Name's Tyra.

video

[wayward_sam]

... that's impossible.

You... you've got the same face....

Do you have a... a cousin or something that loooks just like you? Named Jessica?