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hide yo god, hide yo 'rents, cause we're seeing errybody up in here

Who: Anna Milton and OPEN
What: Crazy plot shenanigans
Where: All over the place! In yo' houses, up in yo' bar, all over the place.
When: Days 33-39
Notes: Put whatever day you want Anna from in the subject line for varying levels of crazy, if you please. There's a guide to her hallucinations so that you have a general idea of what she's going to be up to and doing. This is a catch-all log for everything from random hilarious mistaking someone-for-God shenanigans all the way through to lovely delicious feelsy breakdowns. Hit me with your best shot, babies. ~~And now for some prosey wank to make it look like a real log~~ :O

It's driving her insane. The people following her, the feeling that something inside of her is rising up and pushing out of her chest, it won't get any better. And then she recognises the faces and everything changes, and it goes from a desperate fight to find out who to a pained attempt to reconcile her guilt. There's no sense to it, and an incredibly logical part of Anna knows full well that it can't be them, but who could turn that opportunity away?

...Of course, it doesn't stop there, that'd be far too easy. Of course it isn't just her parents, it's so much more than that, and it's not long before that last grasp on reality, that last logical train of thought slips. Her mother, her father, and now her Father? Anna's just too wrapped up to think about anything other than the reconciliation.

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Distracted though he is by his own hallucinations, it's impossible for Gabriel not to notice how oddly Anna is acting. In one of the (increasingly rare) moments when they're both at home at the same time, he decides to stage an intervention. Or, well, something like one. It mostly consists of popping up next to her without warning - always a good idea - and grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving just yet.

"What's up?"

If he hadn't grabbed her, Anna would have just left. She's got much more to worry about right now, and she just doesn't have time to stick around. As it is, the hand on her wrist is enough to get her to pause for a second.

"What do you mean, 'what's up'?"

And there is definitely something up. She's normally so together, but she's all but given up on that. She's a mess, there's no way around that, and she just frowns at him for a moment. Right now, things are okay. Right now, there isn't dead people screaming guilty obscenities at her. "Things are fine."

"You think I'm stupid? Things are about as fine as Chernobyl right now."

But evidently for different reasons. Odin and the gang may be unnerving to him, but Anna has no reason to avoid them. And it's obvious that she's trying to avoid someone, so--

"You're running and you're doing a crap job of trying to hide it. Tell me what it is you're running from, and I'll kick its ass. Okay?"

That gets a scowl from her, and she yanks away hard as she steps backwards. She needs to get going, but first - first she needs to clear this up with him. "You are not kicking anyone's ass, got it? You lay one feather on them and I will end you."

They're right, after all. It's her fault, all of it, and it is definitely her fault that they're dead now. Sure, there's the demons who did the deed, but she tied the nooses around their necks the moment she Fell.

She's too tired for aggression though, and she just looks around the room very carefully for any signs of her parents before turning back to him. "I'm not running, okay, I'm not. I'm just- I can't talk to them right now, alright? It's too much. They won't stop."

He lets go. He'll follow her if she leaves, of course, but he doesn't want to get into a fight over this, and using too much physical force might have that result.

"Fine, not running. Who are you not-running from, then? I promise not to maim them."

Unless they deserve it.

"Look. Anna. You need to calm down. Deep breaths, yeah?"

Anna's not sure why, but she feels almost like she shouldn't be telling him. She hesitates, looking at him for a moment or two before folding her arms over her chest.

"Look, it's- it probably sounds crazy, but I know it's them. They're here, and it was so nice at first, they-"

He's right. She needs to stop and breathe, and after a moment she just shakes her head. "My parents. They're in town."

"Your-- that complicates things. I didn't even realise they were here."

He hadn't been paying attention, really; he's been pretty distracted. He's willing enough to believe it's true, though - he has no reason to think otherwise, at this point.

"Do they know about you?"

"They're staying at another house, they wouldn't come in here."

Obviously.

She'd been pretty clued in the first couple of days. She'd been sure something was up, had stayed away and made a point not to engage, but as things wore on and they got kinder - well, things got crazier, and it became a lot easier to believe that they were there with her. Except the warm fuzzy reception has worn off, and now it's just constant verbal abuse instead.

"They know. I don't know how, but maybe when they died or something. I think someone on the other side told them some things though, they know far too much, Gabriel."

"They remember all that, then."

He purses his lips. No one on the other side should have been able to have told them anything, not with the Heaven system in place - it's possible, of course, that they could somehow have found out, but there's something about it that's beginning to sound a little dodgy.

"How're they taking it? I mean, they're good little Christians, right? Probably pleased as punch to have an angel in the family, right?"

Does it come across that he thinks they might not be? He's a little too stressed at the moment to bother with playing casual successfully.

"Yeah, yeah they were really happy actually." Were being the operative word in that statement. After all, Anna wouldn't be running every time she caught sight of them if it had stayed happy families, would she.

She's still hesitant, but maybe he can help somehow. She's not got a lot of other options at this point. She just rubs her hands over her face slowly, smooths her hands down over her hair and then takes a deep breath.

"My mother, she says I shouldn't be an angel. And now it feels like, well-" Another pause, that comes with eyeing Gabriel carefully, "It feels like my Grace is leaving."

"That's not possible."

Or rather, not probable. Does being here count as being disconnected from Heaven? Could she be subconsciously removing it herself?

"It can't be just leaving. Not without someone's say-so. How sure are you?"

"I didn't think so either. It sounds insane, I know, but I don't know what else it could be."

Apart from the part where that is pretty close to insanity, and she's almost certain that it can't actually reject the way she feels it is. Logic was lost a few days ago, and now she's just panicked. She looks at him for a moment, and then closes her eyes. It visibly takes a lot of effort, but she disappears and reappears a few feet to the other side, and just that looks like it's exhausted her.

"That shouldn't be that hard. I'm pretty certain. I think it's leaving me, I think- I think it's HIs way of saying I shouldn't have come back."

"As if He gives a shit what we do."

Whyever it is, he's not completely convinced that she could accidentally Fall just like that, but clearly something's up with her. That shouldn't take any effort at all.

"Did you-- did you touch anything funny? Like the time you lost your voice?"

The Doctor had only been here just two days, when he noticed so many people acting strangely. Then again, he had to admit he didn't quite feel himself either. That, he chalked up, had to be due to being without the TARDIS or his usual items beyond this damned communicator.

He was strolling along the coast when he noticed a woman looking a bit worried. "Oi!" He called over, in a gesture to help.

"I didn't touch anything. I learnt my lesson the first time, okay?"

And if she'd been concerned about that, well this is a whole different level. When it comes down to it, she doesn't want to lose her Grace again, not like this. She needs it now, to protect herself if nothing else. Not to mention more of them arriving is starting to complicate things. She has no idea that she's doing it to herself, which makes it almost impossible to figure out why it's happening.

"My parents here, this. It can't be just a coincidence."

She's actively searching for them, the people following her. The problem is every time she starts to focus they seem to find better places to hide, and she's getting nowhere, fast. She's tried everywhere, but these strange people keep evading her, and it's absolutely infuriating. What could they possibly want with her, anyway?

And then she sees him, and at first her expression is blank. She doesn't recognise him, she's never seen him, but everything feels a bit blurry, and then suddenly it clicks. She does know him, she'd recognise that face, that voice anywhere. She doesn't even bother to walk the distance, just disappears only to reappear in front of him seconds later, and throws her arms around his shoulders to hug him tightly.

"Dad! How are you here, you're dead."

Sharon sits at her kitchen table, peering down at the swill that she hopes will pass for coffee when she finally works up the resolve to drink it.

When she finally becomes aware that someone else is in her space, she ignores it. She's been sensing that a lot lately, but that doesn't mean Steve is here. It doesn't mean Peggy or Natasha - her Natasha - are back. It just means that she has to be careful who and what she trusts. Her own brain isn't making the trust list right now.

Fucking Kore.

"OUF!" He's caught off guard in a tangle of limbs as he attempted to pry her off. This was most certainly unexpected!

"I'm... not dead!" He got one hand free, "And pretty sure... not your dad!" Although he did fancy the ginger hair.

Unexpected for you and her both, Doctor. After all, she's almost certain that it's her late father standing in front of her. She steps back, but she's beaming, and those are definitely slight tears welling in her eyes. It's making it harder to discern details in the face in front of her, but she's just out of it enough for the facial features to blur and blend into what she wants to see, anyway.

"What are you talking about, it's me, it's Anna."

Never mind the fact that he's too young, that they look nothing alike. She's just irrational enough, just burdened enough by her guilt, and just helpless enough that she's seeing the faces of her parents anywhere. This poor stranger, all he's done to earn this is be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he has a rather overemotional, fallen angel weighed down by the deaths of her parents to deal with.

"I'm so sorry, Dad, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't think they would come for you and Mom, I swear."

Anna isn't one to just barge in. Normally she likes to leave that to Castiel, and she actually prides herself on her knocking ability thank you very much, but this isn't normal.

"Sharon, someone's after me."

Which is clearly a great way to replace such niceties as 'hello' and 'how are you', but there's no time for that. Anna has all but literally hit the ground running, and her words come as soon as she appears. Seconds later she walks around the kitchen table, sits down and looks closely at the other woman.

"Two someones, actually."

"Hello, Anna." He speaks calmly, although still rather hesitant. His eyes looked her over, and he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, no clothes out of place, no strange jewelry.

This place was starting to become really strange, between people running around warning him of things, and, well, this. He had been a father before, but that was a long, long, time ago.

"I think you have me confused for someone." He tries to be nice and smooth out the fabric resting on her shoulder, "I don't know you, and trust me, I rarely forget who I meet."

"You think it's to do with them?"

It doesn't make any sense than he can understand, but he'll admit it's too big a coincidence to be, well, coincidental.

"It's worth checking out. I doubt Dad's behind it, but someone else could be. Asshole scientists, or maybe someone a little closer to home. I still wouldn't say I trust everyone here."

His words are enough for her to frown, blink hard and rub her eyes. She takes a small step back and really looks at the man in front of her, and things clear up. Her mind becomes slightly less foggy, her vision a little less blurred and he's right - he's definitely not her father.

....And she just appeared in front of him, no thoughts as to the consequences. Crap.

"I am so sorry," she blurts out quickly, taking another step away. Perhaps he didn't notice the disappearing act, or didn't see, or something. Maybe she still has a shred of luck left on her side. "I thought- well, I thought you were someone else. Stupid, he couldn't be here. I'm sorry."

"...I don't know what to think."

God, she's tired. She's spent days in constant movement, and it shouldn't be wearing we down but it is, and that in itself is just more reason to be concerned. Maybe he doesn't have to keep moving again right away, maybe she can stay in the house just a few moments longer. After all, they had told her they wouldn't come into this house.

"Do you really think the scientists could do this? I know they're obviously powerful, but taking away my grace. I didn't think they'd be able to."

"They shouldn't be able to, but that hasn't stopped them doing anything else so far."

For it not to have affected anyone else - as far as he knows - definitely makes it worthy of note, too. He drags a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Just your luck, huh? All this shit happening at once. We'll find out what's causing it."

Though frankly he has no idea where to start. Interrogating Anna's parents seems like the only option, but that might not go down too well with her.

"It's fine, a simple mista---" He pauses, looking completely distant for a moment, concern coming over his features. He thought he heard knocking....

"I'm sorry, do you hear anything?" He's looking around, searching for a source. "Are you with anyone?"

The strange paranoia of his started when he arrived here, and the nagging feeling had only become worse with each day. Today, every so often, he thought he heard someone knocking.

Sharon freezes, her nose inches from her coffee cup. It smells awful enough that her eyes water and it takes her a second to focus on Anna. When Anna doesn't disappear after a couple seconds, she tries to gather her wits and focus.

"Who's after you?"

"When it rains, it pours, right?"

It's not often that anyone sees him reacting in any way other than amused, mocking and sarcastic, and had it not been for the rather obvious distraction Anna would probably have found it almost a little endearing.

Instead she just drops her arms to her sides, hands shoved into pockets as she tips back to look out of a window. She's got to be careful, they always seem to be around.

"They were always so nice. I guess death makes people angry."

"No, no it's just me here."

She thinks, anyway. For a moment she pauses and quickly surveys the area, because there's every chance that dear mom and dad have gone and snuck up on her again. They're very good at doing that, it seems. After a careful inspection of the area around her she turns back to the stranger, and that careful look is turned towards him instead. He's certainly...strange.

"What can you hear? Everything's quiet, I'm sorry."

Obviously this guy was just crazy.

"I don't know."

Anna has to eye the details in Sharon's face closely for a moment. It's not like her vision is having any issues at all, but for some reason the details are becoming more difficult to distinguish. That's probably why she hasn't recognised who it is who is following her yet.

"They're probably here to take me back."

"Yeah, I can see how it might."

If his had stuck, he might have been pretty annoyed too. But, if you give him a moment, he'll stop dwelling on being dead himself and start putting a few pieces together.

"Angry in general, or at... [hm. tact.] anyone in particular?"

She's rather not divulge those details to be honest. A few days of constant guilt will do that to a person, and Anna was already weighed up enough with this particular shade of remorse.

Still, he's been pretty good at helping her out of tight spots so far, and it's not like she has much to lose. What's he going to do, tut and shake a finger at her too?

"Angry at me. They're...really mad at me."

"You didn't kill them. From what I hear, you couldn't have stopped it either."

There's not much he can do, to be honest. Comfort's not his forte, and it doesn't seem there's a lot he can do about her parents being angry. Talking to them, given his particular knack for being annoying and rude, would probably just make it worse.

"I mean, sure, it was kind of because of you, but it wasn't your fault. They've no right to be pissed."

Sharon considers that for a moment, ignoring the movement in the corner of her eye. After a moment, she holds up a hand to block it from her vision.

"You think they're angels? I thought you said they couldn't track you here." Had she said that? Sharon isn't entirely sure here what she's imagining and what has really happened.

"Or was it that you couldn't sense anything beyond... I forget. Explain- Could you explain how they could be here?"

Going crazy or not - no, hallucinating or not, Sharon doesn't want to order Anna around if she can help it. Anna isn't like Sharon. Angels aren't supposed to take orders from people like Sharon.

Oh, Jesus. Sharon thinks she's talking to an angel.

How long has she been crazy? Is she in a padded room right now, wearing a jacket with long sleeves?

"I could have done something. I could have protected them, prevented this."

Of course she says it, because it's what anyone wracked with guilt would say. She doesn't think about her parents as much as she had done in the early days, back when she'd first reacquired her Grace, but these days she can't get them out of her mind. Something to do with the constant appearances, probably.

Not that it'll do anything to fix it. No matter what she does she can't take their deaths back, and she can't make them any less angry about it. Justifiably so, of course, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with.

"They've got every right. It's just- I'm tired, that's all. I need a breather. They won't come here though, they don't like angels."

"I'd thought they couldn't track me here. I thought that I was safe, it was just the ones that won't sell me out here and everything was fine, and now-"

She's rambling, she knows she's rambling and she quickly cuts herself off as she drops her gaze to the table. This is too much for her to deal with alone, finally, which is why she's come to Sharon. She can't think of anyone else who will be able to deal with this. Castiel has no powers, Balthazar is still missing and Gabriel- he's her favourite of the siblings, yes, but he's not exactly the most self sacrificing of her siblings.

No, Sharon's the one who can help her at the moment.

"Look, I don't know if you can help but I do know you're better at this than most. I need to lay low, I can't go back in Sharon, I really can't."

"No, you couldn't."

But he's well aware that even if she does know it rationally (and he's not sure of that), actually believing it is another thing entirely. Especially with the kind of guilt complex almost all of Team Free Will's allies seem to have.

"Not very good Christians if they don't like angels. Not that it isn't understandable in some cases. But hey, they're probably tired too, right? Can't be too restful, yelling at you all day. Might as well take all the breathers you need."

She holds up a hand, her thoughts going to Sam and the year he'd had to take care of her. For so long, she'd thought he was her only friend. "Don't panic."

Not exactly what Sam had said to her, but it'll do.

"First, I promise that I'll do whatever I can to help you. Second, do you really believe anyone here would sell you out?" Never mind the fact that Sharon's paranoia is approaching heights she hasn't known for years. The only reason she isn't attacking Anna right now is that she isn't entirely certain that Anna is there. Not after that conversation she'd had with Dum Dum earlier this morning.

So for the time being, whereas it concerns someone else's problems, she can play devil's advocate.

"If you couldn't reach outside the barrier, I doubt any of them could, either."

He wasn't crazy! Just... was paranoid. Rightly paranoid as there was a circulating prophecy of his foretold death. Surely one would be paranoid about that, right?

He shakes his head, "Nothing, you're right. I just..." He rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly before inhaling deeply and looking back at her, "I think this makes us even. I'm not your father, though I might be old enough to be, and it's just you and me here."

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hide yo god, hide yo 'rents, cause we're seeing errybody up in here

Day 37, their place?

good yes good

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Day 36?

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Excellent!

Day 34 at her place?

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wow i'm sorry best way to start cr ever >_> <_<

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hahaha, it's hilarious!

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sorry for the late reply. Work kind of consumed me there for a bit