Blackout, blackout!

[kore_npc]

Who: The residents of Cape Kore
Where: The center of town, near the ruined fountain
When: Day 100
What: Stane gathered some supplies for a community fire. Consider this a party-style post reacting to the lack of power and the loss of the communicators.

After the power goes out, Stane spends a few minutes standing stock still in the room, holding his breath and waiting for it to come back, but he doesn't waste too much time lingering in that kind of hopefulness. People are going to need things; they're going to need fire to cook and boil water, and they're going to need to do something about the food that's going to spoil.

It's so important that he helps them. It's so important that he helps them stay alive. Maybe the dream sharing is getting to him, maybe it's made his nightmares... feel real, but...

They're going to survive this. He's determined.

He gathers some wood that can be used for firewood and kindling, and he leaves them in the center of the town; he has no way of announcing that the things are there, really, but he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts a general Go to the fountain! Maybe someone will hear him.

Comments

[foundacause]

Whatever. You still look like an ageing boy band wannabe who missed his big break to me. But y'know, power to you for risking public humiliation. It's good to see a guy taking risks.

[hung_garian]

Well, I'll try anything once, but I think public humiliation by a pretty girl is more Castiel's kinda thing than mine.

[foundacause]

If you say so, sugar.

[hung_garian]

Why? Don't you agree? I suppose you'd be the expert.

[This is starting to sound, tonewise, exactly like the kind of interrogation a guy gets from his girlfriend's dad the first time they meet.

It's best if she ignores it, though. He won't push it too far... probably.]

[foundacause]

What makes you think I'd possibly be the expert? [ Ignore it? Oops. ]

[hung_garian]

Him acting like an eighth-grader with a crush every time you're so much as mentioned is what makes me think it. You saying you aren't?

[And if so-- good! But also why not?! What's so wrong with Castiel? No touching him but also no breaking his heart. It's simple, really.]

[foundacause]

[ That has her arching a brow. An eighth-grader with a crush? Cute. She prefers adorable puppy, but she'll take eighth-grader. ]

I'm no expert. Give me a few more years to work on him.

[hung_garian]

A few more years, huh? You think you've got that long? Usually the Terrible Trio's arm candy gets kicked to the curb or stuffed in the fridge a little quicker than that. But hey, who knows? Maybe Cas'll be the exception to that rule.

[foundacause]

Didn't you get the memo? He's a unicorn. They get a whole different rulebook.

[hung_garian]

A unicorn.

[He repeats it, tone disbelieving but not particularly curious. He doesn't want to wonder what the implication is.]

He's definitely a rebel. Fighting against Heaven, trying to take it over, questionable relationships... if he's going by any rulebook at all, I doubt it's the one he was issued by Heaven or by the Winchesters.

[foundacause]

He's one unique creature. [ Which is why she loves likes him. ]

[hung_garian]

You say that like it's a good thing. You know, like it hasn't gotten him killed. Twice.

[Maybe even more.]

Debatably not so bad, of course, but I'd have thought you'd be opposed.

[No, he wouldn't, which is why he's saying it. Sorry, Meg, but he's kind of a bigot about demons.]

[foundacause]

Pretty sure Cas and the Winchesters got Death in their back pocket. Whole stock of 'get out of death free' cards. Death to them is like a headache.

[hung_garian]

If you say so, but if I were them? I don't think I'd be in such a hurry to test that theory out. You never know how long their luck's gonna hold.

[foundacause]

Fair point. I'll keep it in mind.

[hung_garian]

Yep. Make sure you exercise due caution next time you try to kill either of 'em. Well... Cas, anyway. Kill Dean if you want, I don't mind -it'd be a whole lot easier on me, that's for sure.

[foundacause]

If it's all the same to you I'll refrain from killing the Winchester. I'd rather not deal with the fallout of a moping angel.

[hung_garian]

You mustn't let him emotionally blackmail you, sweetheart. When he gets controlling you just have to say no, and put your foot down. Preferably on Dean's neck.

[foundacause]

Oh sugar, no one controls me. [ Lies. The nerd angel has her wrapped around his little finger and doesn't even know it. ]

[hung_garian]

Attagirl. You're a strong independent demon who don't need no man.

[Man-shaped celestial being, though... well, that might be a different story.]

[foundacause]

[ He has to admit though, there's something about Cas... maybe it's the fact he's like a great big celestial puppy dog... ]

Men are useful for one thing and one thing only.

[hung_garian]

Gettings things down from high-up shelves, right? Tell me about it, girlfriend.

[There's a bit of a Valley Girl accent there at the end, though it's thick enough with sarcasm that it's not so obnoxiously silly as it could have been otherwise.]

[foundacause]

[ How has he avoided being murdered for being a smart ass this long? Probably a good job he's keeping that archangel semi-secret thing. If he were any other people he'd likely be dead.

Meg rolls her eyes. ]

Right. Yeah. Exactly that.

[ Welcome to the short club, Gabe. ]

[hung_garian]

Can't think of anything else you'd want one around for.

[foundacause]

There's something else. Maybe I'll give you a demonstration some time. If you ask nicely.

[ One day these two are going to end up murdering each other or screwing each other. It's hard to tell exactly which way it'll go. ]