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The Village Mod ([personal profile] villagemod) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs2020-12-05 01:22 am

018-020 » what he hides

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Western Mathias.
WHEN: Days 018-020
WHAT: The fog recedes!
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here!

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DAYS 018-020
THE HIDDEN REVEALED

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
— Benjamin Franklin


As the sun rises in the distance above the sea, the fog slips away from the unsettling town, winding through streets and across buildings until it is nestled soundly in the forest. There it waits, ready to snare any who dare test its limits — residents would do well to remember what happened the last time they encountered the fog so intimately.

With the fog receded, the western portion of Mathias is now revealed and available for exploring. There are more businesses on the town square and even some on the street that runs off the square. The schoolhouse is nestled by the southern treeline, not from the little makeshift cemetery at the end of Jackson Boulevard that is courtesy of a few kind residents in town. To the far north of the square is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. And to the west, beyond the square, is another residential district of the same size as that to the east. What is different, however...

These buildings are all in some form of decay. From the beginnings of rot to completely collapsed and little more than a pile of proverbial bones, none of these homes are anything resembling livable. Well, as far as one can tell, at least. For between the streets of Hill Lane and Stine road there is a crack in the earth. A dozen feet across and fifty feet down, the crack extends from one side of the forest to the other, either end cut off by the fog. The view to the other side is clear but there is no way across.


THE NEW ARRIVALS

There are quite a few new faces in Mathias on this day. Awaking throughout Day 018, they will find themselves laying in the snow beside that unsettling crack in the earth, houses both quaint and decaying surrounding them as the snow begins to cover their bodies. Best get inside and warm up, dears.




SPECTRES IN THE NIGHT

The days are short now that winter seems to have set in unseasonably early. Though the clocks in Mathias fail to properly keep time or sometimes even work at all, the sun rises around 8:00am and sets at 5:00pm. There is far more darkness than light in these days, but in that darkness there is, in fact, light.

In the distance all across Mathias, there are lanterns lit against that darkness. Their lights dance across the snow, the warm flickering shining like tiny stars and offering an almost ethereal glow to the crisp white snow. It would be a beautiful sight to behold... if it weren't for the shadowy figures that held them. With partially raised arms, the figures hold the lanterns and walk the streets of Mathias, drifting in between buildings and disappearing into the forest. Still yet, there are some that simply stand in place, as if waiting for something or someone.

No matter where or when these figures are seen, they always seem to be facing away from our residents, and attempts at reaching them are all for naught. They will fade from view if one gets too close, and return to sight when that distance is regained. And in the morning, those lanterns may be found in the snow, their lights extinguished but their glass somehow still warm.


STRANGER IN THE SNOW

Those investigating the western part of Mathias and venturing near that inexplicable crack in the earth will have the most unsettling feeling of being watched. Most of the time, there is nothing there and no one to be seen, but then—

On the other side of that expanse, sitting on a porch, in the shadow of a home, or standing in the oddly moonlit street, there is a man. His features are shrouded in darkness and not much can be discerned about him, but instinct tells you he is dangerous. There is a sense deep in your bones that he is maliciously amused.

He makes no move to speak, nor will he respond to any attempts on your part. Instead, he sits, or he stands, and he watches. By the end of Day 020, all sign of him will be gone, along with the eerie feeling of being watched.







LOCATIONS


Unless otherwise noted, all new locations have working electricity and other utilities.

BENEDICT BOOKS Nestled quaintly on the square surrounding the Town Hall, a thick layer of dirt covering the front windows. A portrait hangs at the front of the store to illustrate the namesake of the little shop... that may, in fact, not be so little. Dust covers everything in sight and detritus litters the wooden floor, as if someone left the door open and allowed half the forest inside. (more info)

MATHESON ANTIQUES Also on the town square is an antique store that is a lesson in chaos more than culture. The items within are stacked haphazardly, creating narrow aisles running throughout the space. Furniture, light fixtures, old revolutionary and civil war memorabilia, all of it is jumbled together with no rhyme or reason. Indeed, one wrong move could create an avalanche of aged wood and peeling paint.

POE'S CLOTHES Located on the town square, this shop carries only the basics. Loose jeans in a few sizes, khakis, solid color dress shirts and blouses, flannel in various styles, socks and underwear.

SPIN RIGHT ROUND RECORDS On the square across from the beauty store, the music shop is as dusty as everything else in this town has been. Tables line the walls of the long shop, filled with rows and rows of vinyl records, while a few wall shelves display cassette tapes for sale. One side of the store is for New items, while the other holds the Used section with items for resale. Residents may recognize some of the artists but many are unfamiliar to them.

CLINIC Outside the decayed, crumbling building just north of the square is a still miraculously intact sign with the name of the clinic's doctor, Dr. Ken Suzuki. There is no way to treat patients in this location, but with care, some salvageable supplies may yet be found in the remains.

BARKER BOTANICALS Not quite a flower shop and not entirely an apothecary, the botanical store to the far north of the square is something of an amalgamation of both. With a few broken windows to let in the rain, parts of the shop have been overtaken by nature, the house plants growing beyond their pots and rotted flower petals littering the floor to tell of seasons past. The still unclaimed walls are filled with decaying plants and jars of dried herbs and other vegetation, along with a few essences and tinctures.

GREENHOUSE A few dozen yards from the botanicals shop is a sprawling garden, now covered in snow, and a greenhouse that once supplied the botanical shop. The glass is still miraculously intact, though covered in grime so thick that one cannot see inside.

GALLERY The gallery is essentially a large empty space with framed and matted black and white photographs of the town lining the walls. There is a small selected of prints available for sale near the front entrance, and a few rooms at the back of the building — a dark room for developing photos, a small office, and a locked room.

MOVIE THEATER This single-screen theater is quite small, having only 40 seats, but there is a large collection of movies in its storage room. These are all old film reels however, so hopefully someone knows how to thread a film projector.

HISTORY MUSEUM Across the street from the Historical Society, this once esteemed wooden building has seen better days. Windows and doors are boarded up and there is visible rot and decay on the exterior walls. Part of the roof has fallen in and the accumulating snow threatens to collapse the rest of it as well. It is not wise to venture within.

HISTORICAL SOCIETY This brick building has also seen better days, though in a different sort of way. Where once had been carefully cataloged collections and cozy reading rooms for aficionados of local history, there are now stacks of bankers boxes and weathered tomes in every nook and cranny. There is no organization to any of it, everything seeming to have been stashed in a hurry and then left forgotten. Anyone who dares to dive into this archive will need to devote quite some time in order to find anything worthwhile. They will also want to bring their own light source — the electricity does not work here and the windows are quite dark from the accumulated dust and grime.

SCHOOLHOUSE A much smaller school than most of our residents might be used to, there are only a half-dozen rooms in the building, with a few comprising classrooms, meeting areas, and workspaces. All ages were taught here, and one might almost imagine the sound of children's whispered voices and distant laughter while within the empty building.





CONDITIONS UPDATE
SNOW continues to fall in Mathias. Days 18-19 see light snowfall that very slowly accumulates, but the snowfall turns moderately heavy on Day 20 and sees significant accumulation. The temperature hovers just below freezing and dips lower when the sun goes down.

VOICES are not openly haunting our residents, though they may still be occasionally encountered in the more heavily decayed buildings where some rooms seem to almost swallow whatever light tries to enter them.

THE FOG has receded from the town proper and much of the eastern and northern beach. The path through the northern forest to the lighthouse is now also clear.

DISAPPEARANCES continue to plague the town. While Daisy Johnson has returned, Zed Martin, Rey, and Quentin Coldwater have now vanished without a trace.


OOC UPDATES
MADNESS has now been unlocked. Congratulations to Inky for Claire earning the first Madness! Who will be next? (Please be sure to keep your sanity updated regularly; Stars has created an amazing tracker for anyone to use if they'd like.)

HELPERS are officially in residence! Kelly is our Registrar and Stars is our Librarian — both of these delightful members of our community are helping behind the scenes to keep things organized and updated (and doing wonders for the mod's own sanity levels), so please give them some thanks for their hard work!

REPORTING updates is still a thing that your mod and helpers beg you to do. Changes to locations, plot notes that affect the community, and discoveries should be reported over here so these can all be noted in their appropriate places. (For clarification, reported Discoveries are not public knowledge unless a character has ICly shared this information.)

A MAP of Mathias now exists, thanks to our wonderful Librarian! Please note that it is not to scale and there may be a few minor errors due to your frazzled mod. Expect updates in the future as more secrets are revealed.

BULLETIN BOARD — don't forget about it. That's all.


CLAIMING AP REWARDS
Normally, only one AP reward can be claimed per log, but due to the plethora of new and old locations to explore, this restriction is being relaxed. Instead, for this log only:
— Players may spend AP on up to three rewards, though only Spot Hidden may be repeated.
— If a player is spending multiple Spot Hiddens, they must be with different characters and in different locations.

If two characters are investigating the same location together, they may each spend a Spot Hidden on that location. Players should record their spent AP after the AP request has been approved. Sometimes there is nothing to Spot with your Hidden and the points will be "refunded" to use elsewhere.


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aprofoundbond: (Or a sinner?)

This is great, thank you! <3

[personal profile] aprofoundbond 2020-12-09 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Castiel turns at the sound of the voice, and the accent makes him think of the British Men of Letters, instinctively. He arches an eyebrow at the sight of the man in the trench coat, which seems to be of a similar sort to the one that he's sporting, but also, Castiel thinks, of a nicer quality. He likes the man's scarf, too, the way it seems to stand out from the rest of his outfit.]

Well, someone has to start the trend don't they? And this trend is useful, I find.

[Castiel follows, already heading in that direction to begin with, and not bothering to ask if he can tag along. He just walks.]

Have you been in town long, then?
abrightboy: (gasp)

Evening

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-09 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm was doing a slow round of the building - a school; a school meant kids - stepping around the corner to see someone lingering in front of the door.

“Is it locked?” he asked curiously. So little seemed to be locked in this town.
abrightboy: (need to think)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-09 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm found the 'how' was almost always the key to the 'why'.

"So the fog was coming in for you, whether you opened the door or not," Malcolm pointed out. He gestured to the body. "What can you find out about it?"
thering: (11)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-09 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm always a gentleman," he retorts with a smile, although he doesn't follow up on any blowing or getting handsy comments. He genuinely wants to get inside the history museum to look for something that might explain what they are doing here even if it might not get them out of this place, and he would hate for Negan to think he is misleading him.

"Looks like every entrance and exit has been boarded up, but. Maybe we can pry some of these planks off." The rot is pretty bad, after all, and he brings that butter knife with him everywhere he goes.

"Why would you be needing wagons?" he asks, looking over to Negan briefly before his focus shifts back to the window on the left side of the door. He can see an opening, a small gap between the windowframe and the plank, and he wedges his butter knife in, banging against the handle firmly with his other fist to drive it in deeper. He wiggles the board out as cautiously as he can, trying to loosen the nail holding it in.

"Seems like these days everyone's got a car."
thering: (12)

shame!

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-09 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There is no way he's strutting around layered up while she's bleeding out and visibly feeling cold. She shouldn't even be standing at this point, let alone traipsing around in the goddamn snow.

"They don't need much fixing, inside. This just keeps the heat in and the-" Well, it won't do anything to keep the murderous fog out, much as they might like to think so. He rephrases, somewhat weakly: "-...anyone looking to try anything out, with any luck." He's doing his best to try and sound confident about that, regardless.

"I am staying over yonder, on 1306 Phillips Drive. May I take you there? There will be a fire going, and I have a first aid kit. Some spare clothes too, if you would like a hot bath." He's just bombarding nice things at her at this point, trying to get her to agree and not perceive him as a threat, even if she might not want to talk about how she got that injury. If she lets him take a look at her wound, he can probably guess what happened anyway.
tinstar: (mmhmm)

[personal profile] tinstar 2020-12-09 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan heard the door open and the steps that preceded her, even over the sound of bacon frying on a hot griddle and while Raylan was surprised at the face he found when he looked over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised that someone was there.

"Ellie," he greeted, head turning back to the eggs he'd just cracked out into a pan with a smirk. "Yeah well, can't all be like you whippersnappers, happy to go days without eating. You hungry? There's plenty to be made, the way this place restocks. Plus, anythin' on a griddle is better than from a pan. Coffee's over there if you want some of that too."

Food was a steady constant, the one comfort that they all needed and one Raylan relied on. If he was going to be weirded out, he'd rather have a full stomach and be able to go longer.
prevenance: (JL5Tekr)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-09 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not important.

( he was a world class stalker when he wanted to be, dean. and he's not going to go sharing what he'd been doing because he's self aware enough to know how it would make him look. )

What is important is you were with a friend of mine and I want to make sure she's all right.

( are he and elena friends? he doesn't know but they are from the same world so he feels a personal responsibility for her. )
Edited 2020-12-09 16:02 (UTC)
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (c | not enough time)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( Every hunter instinct goes out the window with the bathwater, and the baby so to speak. He should whip out a silver knife, should say the word Christo for old time's sake. Lead him back to the house and sprinkle freakin holy water, but every instinct is drowned out. Every single one. The only thing Dean can do and start walking toward him, and not stop. He's not cautious or careful.

If this is a trick of the town, he will burn it all.

Forget anyone else standing by the crack, forget the guy on the porch, forget the morning having a thousand eyes (it feels like that), Cas is here?

Finally in front of him, Dean pulls Cas into a back breaking hug, burying his face into his neck.
)
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (well the idea is this)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( As quickly as Dean falls, he gracefully tumbles backwards and gets to his feet in one fluid motion. Hand on the railing to steady himself, he hears the dig and spins around. )

That? That was deliberate. That's how rocking chairs should be used. Like rock-et launchers. You should try it.
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (give me a little more than that)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( Yeah, that's why he only filled it up just enough to be a good host, but not enough to make you burn your esophagus out. )

Cleaning drains, stripping paint, long as it does the trick.

( And his voice is always this low and gravelly. )

The uh, cowboys, they seem beloved here.
thering: (12)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-09 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
They did. I have been here a few weeks now. They were not there before. [He maintains his distance even as he lowers his hands, resting them on his hips.] Wasn't a soul here that wasn't one of us. Not even a dog or bird or...

[Well, there were voices, and he wasn't the only one who had heard them chattering away in the trees and in the Boarding House, but he's not sure how well that would go down. They seem to have subsided for now, so Doc doesn't mention them.]

I cannot say I know what they are. Or whether they mean us harm. [So far, so uneventful. But things can change at the drop of a hat. He would have laughed if you'd told him a bit of fog was sentient or had murderous intent a week ago. He most certainly isn't laughing now.]

You should probably head back inside, sir. This time of night, it's not safe for you to be wandering around out here.
prevenance: (v4BADmg)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-09 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you suddenly gain the ability of precognition after I left Mystic Falls?

( because now she seems to know where to go and she knows that anything that he's thinking is wrong. it would really be quite the thing if she had and it would be handy but he thinks this is more a situation of elena thinking she knows best. )

I hadn't chosen a way just yet because I was too busy getting my bearings instead of just setting off in a random direction heading towards nothing but hypothermia.
abrightboy: (looks up at)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-09 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course they are. [Malcolm took another small sip of his drink with a wince.] They're good people. They try to look out for everyone, not just themselves. ...They try to look out for everyone before themselves, really.
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (professional arrival)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom Petty? Yeah, Refugee, a little drunk Free-Fallin' but -

( Tom Petty? Really? )

Lynyrd Skynyrd was real. Hard-partying, hard-rocking, band. Nothing jazzy like The Allman Brothers. Skynyrd is good Southern rock.

( And please try again with Tom Petty because Tom Petty is weak. )

And, I'm collecting em because I have faith. The fog sent us here. Or, let up. If we can't play it, why the hell give us more access? Unless it is Hell. Tapes and records we can't actually play.
Edited 2020-12-09 16:40 (UTC)
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (what's that about)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Unless it kills whoever sees it.

( Like the 'fog.' )

Find anything in your -- shakedown?
prevenance: (eli30)

[personal profile] prevenance 2020-12-09 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Very recently.

( even if it's cold and he's otherwise preoccupied, his tone clearly illustrates the disdain he has for being in this place. it has been two days, he has no clear exit, it's cold, it's confusing and the suit selection is terrible.

he would like to return from whence he came, please. )


Do you know what these figures that I'm seeing are?

( since it seems like he's been here for a little while. )
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (the house always wins)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a unique town.

( Dangerous when it shouldn't be and confusing when it's not dangerous. Plus, boring. But, little surprises keep popping up, which in turn improve Dean's mood. It's funny how there's a correlation.

he watches her try the wrong size, but he likes her taste. turning around, he finds -- something similar, but only one size bigger than Elena needs, not three. he offers it in a trade because - damn, Elena, that pattern.
)

Think this is a clothes store. ( he holds his new find up to himself. ) I just found the flannel and planted my flag. Set up shop at 1301 Phillips Dr and the family before us, WASPY Patriots-loving yuppies. Not my style. You're new, aren't you?
thering: (07)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-09 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"At this point, Constantine, I'm not even sure if I'm still sleeping. We were recently accosted by a Sandman demon..." The town he had come from had been put to sleep for what had felt like several weeks even though hardly any time had passed. It is quite possible they had only dreamt of defeating him and never actually done it. It would certainly explain how hardly anything in this town makes sense. Even though he's not sure he could conjure such an eccentric, tragic figure as John Constantine or invent such a peculiar accent, even if he was drawing upon his wildest imagination.

"Maybe it would be set up for men like you and me. Have you met the Marshal, and Mister Bright? They're not exactly believers, in magic or demons or-" Doc makes a face and gestures over John's face and torso. "Whatever it is you do." Apart from being a pain in the ass. Dark exorcisms and demon arts, was it?

"How do you even know what God wants, or if he's even there to be pulling on any light switches?"
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (they told me)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
It's probably a bunch of junk.

( But, he can stop his nosy behavior and look Five in the eye. )

Yeah. Woke up faced down in the sand. You're a Mathias veteran?
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (duck in cover)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean's not here for benzos. Of all of his debauchery he's taken part in over the course of his life, pills were never something he'd tried. He's always been disciplined, razor sharp, ready at a moment's notice to take care of Sammy, or to gank a monster. Didn't matter if he had a date, or homework he never did, he stayed tip top. Eventually, he did find alcohol. What started as a beer with his old man to take the edge off grew into something he's never named.

Addictions, though, weren't in his vocabulary.

This is purely about supplies. He's searching for a suturing kit, gauze, and medical supplies should they need anything past the first aid kit in 1301. Advil, too, should moonshine remain the only lifeline he has. Anything medicinal... pill form? He doesn't expect medical marijuana, but a guy can dream.

And dream he must, because it's a wreck inside. Despite the sign being intact, Dr. Suzuki did not stay organized. Or, before he up and disappeared, someone got lax about the clinic's care. It's a mess Dean has the time to sift through at least. He's still in the main room, currently going through the desk. At this point, it's about finding anything that's useful. Maybe a bottle of Advil inside the desk? So, this wasn't a waste of a trip.
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (picking a fight)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude, I know one 'she' here and she's none of your business. You're friends with Claire, great. I've known her since she was a kid.

( Is this guy trying to call him out? )

Also, not that it's your business, but she's of age, and like family.
thering: (10)

[personal profile] thering 2020-12-09 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, but exactly what does Malcolm expect for two of them to be doing to the sole person inside? Is Malcolm supposed to tackle them while Doc does the shanking with his butter knife? He would rather not anyone else die in this place if they can be reasoned with and as far as he's concerned, two of them means he has a responsibility to make sure Malcolm gets back safe.

He steps on the edge of the steps, expecting it to creak the least where it can support his weight the best before he goes up and inside. His shoulders relax when he sees the back of someone familiar. If it can be helped, they won't be repeating their standoffish first encounter.

"Mister Dean," he greets before half turning over his shoulder to usher Malcolm inside, away from the cold.

"I am not certain if you two have met. He is Miss Claire's-..." The tip of Doc's tongue flickers out over his upper lip and he lifts a hand to gesture. Before letting his hand fall again in a silence that is threatening to be awkward.

"Acquaintance. And incidentally our new neighbour."
abrightboy: (unsure)

[personal profile] abrightboy 2020-12-09 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Malcolm always preferred talking someone down, but nobody inside was going to be any more well armed than they were. They had the advantage of numbers if the person decided to be stupid and attack. Malcolm had enough hand to hand to offer a broken nose for the effort. Painful and momentarily blinding, but not maiming or fatal. Non-lethal force was his preferred method even in a world with guns and murderers.

"We haven't," Malcolm said, eyeing him warily, staying near Doc's elbow. He nodded to the man. "Malcolm Bright," he informed him, glancing around. He looked at Dean again. "What are you looking for?"
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (bring that dog back)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing's in the desk, nothing useful, and nothing Advil-related, or shaped.

He'd recognize the twang from Henry's voice anywhere, as well as the picture of politeness in his chosen greeting. Dean turns, hands empty. The back cabinets had nothing useful as well. But, there must be a hallway, back offices, and some sort of drug storage. Right?

Dean would say something, but who Dean is to Claire hangs between them. Did he have to make it sound complicated and inappropriate?

What he's looking for is back-up to the angel that just landed. But, he's not about to pull the angel card without Cas' approval, and he doesn't need eye rolls from people who don't believe him. He already broke Negan's brain. Probably.

"Supplies," he says. "Anything does start coming at us, we need to be prepared." Anything not -- fog. "You can come in, I didn't - plant a flag." Eddie Izzard is hilarious and Dean can't help but laugh to himself at that. He chooses cake every time, by the way. And, his flag was planted in the clothing store. He doesn't correct Doc, though, or give Malcolm his last name. Nor does he address Claire.
cholesterol: 🇩‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇹‌🇴‌🇺‌🇨‌🇭‌ (crossed bared)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2020-12-09 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
They're good guys.

( Dean was told he was selfless and caring, and that he loved deeper than anyone Castiel had ever met. That sobering, blistering memory fades with the sip he takes.

He notes his wince.
)

Careful, you might grow some hair on your chest.