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[venatical]

Who: Everyone who sees the network post re: the explosion and the impending blob threat!
When: Morning of Day 196. The blob threat and altered personalities have an open-ended date, atm, so people can be dealing with those as they wish!
Where: One of the science labs.
What: The orb causes an explosion of sorts in the lab, which results in two things: 1) some characters act "off," their personalities altering in some way, and 2) there are tiny red blobs (very The Blob-esque) everywhere that are harmless until you get close enough and you realize they want to jump onto your face.

[ The lab is a mess; cabinets and drawers are open, some faucets are dripping, and there's glass and scattered paper and things everywhere. Most troubling, however, are the blobs that like to suffocate people.

Freeze them, contain them in cupboards or whatever intact container you find handy, see if they're afraid of the Bunsen burner, try to use weapons on them -- best to get them cleaned up quickly, though! ]

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[lost_my_shoe]

[ A quick review of the situation and Sam judges that a) Dean is alive and very pissed off with no visible signs of his limbs hanging off and b) his own baseball skills are rusty and shooting the blobs is probably a terrible idea in case the bullets ricochet. So instead Sam reaches for a knife.

He kicks one of the oncoming blobs out of the way. Where the hell did they all come from? Funnily enough, Sam likes his face attached to the rest of his body. He ducks to avoid one flying his way thanks to Dean. Dude, watch where you're slinging those things! ]

The Scientists are gonna be pissed that you blew up their lab. [ Ah, nothing like a little dry humour while taking out blobs of doom. ]

[venatical]

The thing blew itself up! [ One of the blobs goes flying for his head, and Dean smacks it away, then grabs it up in his hand and spikes it onto the floor so hard it splatters. He whirls around, and his eyes are dark, flat, glazed over with something hard. ]

And like I give a flying piece of... blob how pissed they are. Screw them.

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Jeez Dean. Take it easy. They're blobs of goo, not zombies or vampires or zombie vampires. Think happy thoughts about puppies, kitties and rainbows. ]

Maybe it didn't like your face. [ Bratty baby brothers! No matter how old they get, they're still brats. ]

Although the blobs seem to like it. Not sure if they want to make out with you or eat your face. Sums up about half your girlfriends, really. [ Look who's talking, Sam! ]

[venatical]

[ The hell? Dean shoots him a look. ]

Dude. Seriously? [ His girlfriends have included Meg and Lisa and Cassie, and they were not the face eating type. ]

You had a thing with a werewolf.

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Well, Meg could be. She is a demon, after all. Just sayin' ]

Yeah. And look how well that worked out for me.

[ Sam slams his blade through another blob. ] The hell these all come from anyway?

[venatical]

[ Ssh. Dean's trying to make a point.

Though now he's wondering if Sam's trying to make one, too. He's sick of people ragging on him for not ramming a demon knife through Meg's chest, though he's still in that conflicted space of understanding why people can't let it go. ]

Dunno. I think one of those jars exploded, sent this crap everywhere.

[lost_my_shoe]

[ No. No point. As much as Sam would love to bitch and moan at Dean and as much as the words pot, kettle, and black come to mind; he can sort of see where Dean's coming from. Meg isn't like other dem-- okay, Meg is just like all the other backstabbing, lying, cheating, manipulating black hearted bastards, but she's their backstabbing, lying, cheating, manipulating black hearted bastard.

They kind of had a moment back before she sacrificed herself for them.

And it has nothing to do with the fact Sam might've fancied her back in the day - you know, before she tried to kill them. Multiple times. ]

One of the jars exploded? When you blew up the lab...

[venatical]

Hey! [ He whirls around and holds up a finger. ] The lab blew itself up. I didn't do anything!

Are you gonna help or stand around and be a smartass?

[lost_my_shoe]

What? I can't help and be a smartass? I've had lessons from the best.

[ Didn't you just miss your sassy, bratty baby brother, Dean?

But hey, at least he is actually helping. He stabs another blob and slams one into a drawer. ]

[venatical]

[ Hey... Look at that. Dean grabs one in his fist, and then has to double fist it to keep it from sliding away from him; he pulls open a drawer with his foot and shuts the thing up in there. ]

As long as you're shutting those things up, you can smartass away.

[lost_my_shoe]

You know... face sucking blobs might just have topped our list of strangest things we've ever had to hunt...

[ Speaking of face sucking... one flies at Sam, attaching itself to his face. He rips it off and slams it into the drawer with the other one. But eww. It slimed his hair. ]