Dean!

You froze my laptop.

AGAIN.

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Anyone can talk to any of my characters or short-form RP with them here. Just comment.

Alternatively, ask a character a question, any question, and they will answer completely honestly (*except where such answers would constitute spoilers for future plots).

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I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. If you have more than one verse with them, please specify which one you want.

List of my characters:

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Charlotte Charles (Pushing ( Read more... )

It's a slow day for Sam today. Avery'd called earlier and said she'd only needed one of them at the bar tonight, so after a quick coin-toss (which he loses), Dean heads off to make them some money for a few hours and Sam tries to figure out how he's going to occupy his time. First, he goes down to the diner, grabs a bite to eat, but after that, ( Read more... )

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The room's empty when Sam gets back, and he hates to do it, but he breathes a sigh of relief. If he has to guess, he's pretty sure Dean's either been driving around in the Impala all afternoon or parked it in the diner down the street and eaten every vegetarian option on their menu until he feels like he's going to explode. Either way, Sam's ( Read more... )

God, I didn't know. I couldn't stop.

hey, satan, paid my dues: This'd probably be a somewhat darker storyline and need to be filled by a demon-type. Since this game doesn't have a Ruby, there's going to need to be someone who can come alongside Sam in his darker hours and fuel that a little more. It could likely turn out somewhat sexual, or at least carry heavily sexual undertones; ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for Supernatural, kinda sorta maybe. )

About a hundred and fifty miles to Blackwater Ridge, Sam checked his watch. Ten-thirty. The interview would be over and done with by now. He'd be coming home to the apartment, probably walking in on some kind of surprise party that Jess had desperately tried to hide from him. She'd never been good at keeping secrets from him ( Read more... )