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

[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. ]

[hung_garian]

Oh, very nicely, I assure you. I've had some practice - I can be really quite convincing.

[He waggles his eyebrows, but there's still something dangerous in that smirk. For the sake of keeping the somewhat shaky peace he has with Castiel he'll forgo sleeping with and/or killing her for the time being, at least, but when he gets tired of that... well, it'll be an interesting day for them both.]

[foundacause]

I'll believe it when I see it.

[ She likes a little danger. Playing with fire is kind of her thing. ]

So. You up for camp fire singing and spewing rainbows?

[hung_garian]

Might be sooner than you think - but all the same, don't hold your breath.

[Danger's not so much Gabriel's thing. He likes the illusion of it, though, and Meg is on that line between scary enough to catch his interest and dangerous enough to actually damage him. It's certainly enough to keep him flirting... but then, much as he disapproves of her no-doubt nefarious plans for Castiel, he won't go any further than that. He doesn't have morals exactly, but he doesn't want to screw things up all over again.]

I think I'll keep my rainbows on the inside for the time being, sugar. How about you? Gonna join the town choir? Help spread the joy and the warmth and the ging gang goolies?

[foundacause]

[ Nefarious plans indeed! If there's anything good and honest still inside her black heart and twisted broken soul it's the way she feels about that stupid featherbutt. Of course feeling it and admitting it are two very different things... ]

Not sure my throat's up to singing. Torture does that to you. Besides the whole hand-holding, peace loving crap? Not my style.

[hung_garian]

Well, if it's still getting you down, what better way to express your feelings about the whole thing than through the medium of song?

[Slitting Ellen's throat, maybe, but that's not really a viable option... though he is pretty surprised that she hasn't done it anyway.]

But hey. Suit yourself.

[foundacause]

[ Slitting her throat is so, so tempting. Maybe even tearing her spine out through her nose. But she won't. Because of her stupid pet Winchester's attachment to her. And her stupid angel's attachment to the stupid Winchester. ]

Maybe I'll indulge in emo music and cut myself.

[hung_garian]

Just try not to do it in public. Some people are squeamish about that sort of thing. I knew a guy who used to pass out at the very mention of it.

[Beat.]

Emo music, that is. Feel free to self-mutilate.

[foundacause]

I'll definitely be giving the camp fire sing-along a miss then. Instead I'll lock myself in my room and write poetry all about my precious thoughts and feelings.

Maybe when I'm done I can ram the pages down your throat so you can enjoy them too...

[hung_garian]

I'm sure an inventive girl like you can think of better things to ram down my throat than that. I mean, come on. Papercuts. You oughtta understand.

[foundacause]

[ Ouch. Burn. ]

You want something better? How about my tongue?

[hung_garian]

That's what I was thinking, yes. Course, some people might object.

[He's not one of them, of course.]