one way or another, i'm gonna find ya

[venatical]

Who: Dean Winchester and: Meyer Lansky, Gabriel, Chuck, Raphael, Crowley, Balthazar, Castiel (and if we talked about Dean pranking your character OOCly already, then you too and I'm a ditz and forgot!)
What: Exploits of one Dean Winchester, hilariously suited to being a Trickster. Well, hilarious to him. For the moment.
When: Day 59 (I think? If you want it to be on another day that'll probably be fine.)
Where: Various spots around the Cape. Pretty much just tag in and say where you are/what you dude is doing, it can be super short or super not. Dean will appear/run into them!
Warnings: Individual threads will feature different situations. In one thread, there's dubcon. In general, not-so-nice pranking and near-killing.

Notes: This is pretty much closed to the people I've already discussed pranks/etc. with oocly. If I left your name off it's because I am occasionally the most forgetful person on the planet; just let me know and I'll fix it!


Ever since he woke up the other day -- well, since Cas woke him up, but that's a whole other issue -- he's been stuffing his face with candy and also fighting to keep his hands to himself. The longer this goes on though, the more people freak out about their new bodies, and Dean feels more and more unhinged, and it's like it's... not even a problem. It feels good, like he's buzzed on sugar and caffeine and general mayhem, and it's great. He can't remember the last time he ever felt so carefree.

But then sometimes, something reaches through the buzz, and it's like having a rock in his shoe. It's like a little pinch at first, but then it gets worse, and worse, until it's all Dean can think about, and he has to do something about it.

He has to give these people what's coming to them. They'd do the same to him, wouldn't they? Hell, some of them did already. It's time for Dean to show them how much it sucks when something more powerful than them wants to come along and teach them a lesson.

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[recognize_an_opportunity]

Meyer's taken to wandering around, trying to quell the urge to drink blood, trying to avoid running into people. This has to go away sooner or later, right? If he's trapped as a vampire for the rest of his life, he's going to be extremely displeased.

Today, though, he's found a quiet place to sit and think. And, yes, count things. For now, he's just focusing on counting some pebbles from the beach, but if he finds something else, he'll have to count that, too.

He hopes nobody stumbles across him out here. This whole thing is deeply embarrassing on many levels.

i'm not sure entirely how to do this so here, have a really vague comment

[hung_garian]

Speaking of those who've already given him what they thought he had coming, Gabriel's getting quite accustomed to this being human business. He doesn't like it any more than he'd thought he would, but at the very least he can cope with it reasonably well - he's getting almost comfortable with it. He's still having trouble with the notions of eating proper food and going to bed at night, but drinking enough coffee stops him being hungry and staves off sleep for quite a while too.

Unfortunately, this combination also makes him rather twitchy, and means that he crashes pretty badly every now and then. This is one of those times. He's just woken up from having essentially passed out on the couch, after having stayed up most of the night. He grimaces - his stomach actually hurts rather than just feeling empty, so it's probably time to eat something. The kitchen's sadly lacking in candy, but there's some muesli mix in a cupboard that tastes of nothing, and that's better than tasting of nutrition, so he pours a few handfuls of that into a bowl, and starts eating that as if it were popcorn while flicking through the copy of Paradise Lost he'd left in the living room weeks ago. He's really regretting not having a TV right now.

Day 59

[servingmichael]

After talking to his siblings...or whatever they were now, and after meeting with Castiel, Raphael was struggling with his own impulses - both those of his duty towards his brothers and those of this altered angelic form.

Besides, what was really the harm of making Dean Winchester lust after Castiel anyway?

So Raphael was flying slowly - even for this type of angel - confetti and glitter wafting in his wake, bow drawn but arrows still in the quiver - until he found Dean.

Warning: Sexy dream pranks in this thread

[happytobleed]

Castiel has spent the last day dealing with sexual frustration and the general fear that someone he cares about is going to kill someone else he cares about, though the number of permutations possible within that worry only escalate his general anxiety over it.

He's feeling weak again and, more than that, exhausted. He can tell that he needs sleep after being awake for over 24 hours since the change.

He waits until it looks like Meg and Dean aren't home before sneaking back into their house and into his rarely-touched bedroom. The bed is still made from before he moved in with Meg and he lies down on top of the blankets, trying to get comfortable, but he finds that his clothes get in the way of that.

After restless tossing and turning, he loses everything one piece at a time until he's down to his undershirt, briefs and socks before finally slipping under the covers.

/Is stylishly late baby... just tag in however

[sellerofsins]

It was a pretty good week, actually. Very good. Considering the very low standards he had set for this place, they'd excelled lately. Everyone mixing up what they are, becoming human or losing divinity, it was actually funny to observe. But only from a distance, not actively. Course he was, as ever, untouchable. Still a demon, still very much King of Hell.

And still able to choke down the toxic beer they served at the bar. Honestly, he didn't know why he kept drinking it, he just did. It gave the illusion of escaping this poor excuse for a relocation.

He would of thought he should of left by now. As Crowley knocked back his drink, he calmly contemplated what next. Desperate people all over, willing to do anything to get their old life back. Perhaps he had a little networking to get around too. All those souls for the taking if he just played it right.

[godsprophet]

It had been a long couple of days.

The biggest issue he's been dealing with was Balthazar as a leviathan. That was causing all sorts of problems, not only for himself, but for their house and the rest of the Cape as well. Dean might be well versed in how to deal with a leviathan, but Chuck most definitely was not.

He'd needed a few minutes--or hours, preferably--away from it all. He's all alone, walking down the streets of Kore. Any other time, he would have been fairly nervous, walking about by himself. But he'd gotten powers of his own recently, and unless anyone had a branch that was struck by lightening, he wasn't exactly worried about getting killed. Not right now, at least.

((Can this be late day 60? And no rush. <3))

[tryingitall]

The trouble with spending all his time in the woods hunting, for Balthazar, is loneliness. Angels are meant to be together in a group. Leviathans, apparently, have the same tendency to congregate, or else some of his previous instincts linger, because he's bored all by himself, and answering network posts has been unsatisfying.

He wanders around the outskirts of town, cautious, trying not to be seen. He particularly doesn't want Anna or Gabriel to spot him, not because he's afraid of them, but because he hates to worry them. And Chuck...well. Chuck would worry, too, justifiably.

Without consciously planning it, he feels his vessel melt and shift. Everything looks a few inches taller than it did a moment ago, and, when he looks down, he realizes he's taken on a different form. A familiar one, at that. Fascinated, he peers at his now Chucklike reflection in a window.

Huh! Who knew Leviathans could shapeshift?

But, good. Now he can explore as he chooses without creating a panic. He'll just have to keep a hold on his hunger, and his temper.

The fact that he's decided to just pursue his own desires now, instead of focusing on protecting those around him, may not be a good sign.