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action; after the shit hits the fan at the dinner party

[thevelmster]

[The young woman should have abstained from the food and drink, but hunger gnawed at her. Before long, the logic and gut feeling about the whole situation weren't enough to keep her at bay, and while she manages not to gorge herself, Velma still eats and drinks with celebratory vigor. She consumes enough at her size that the concerning warmth washes over her, her vision blurring one moment then focusing abruptly the next, even with her glasses securely on her nose.

Something's wrong. Of course something's wrong, a voice deep inside her wants to scream, and maybe it does. She's watching Barba's announcement in a sort of detached horror marred with her innate fascination as a scientist. Then Lucifer's stripped and thrown to them like raw meat to starving beasts.

She's horrified, but the pull's too strong for her to fight in the end. It's gradual, at least, and it's obvious to anyone watching that she's struggling against an invisible force and incrementally losing. Until she finds herself pushing through people to reach the fallen angel, all her frustrations and losses building to a painful head of anger. He's the reason she's here, the reason she's been tortured over and over again, why she bares scars both visible and unseen. It's time she returned the favor.

Too bad she's not exactly a physically commanding woman, either in strength or in stature, so she's having difficulty moving forward on her path of vengeance. Honestly, she looks ready to cry tears of rage and desperation when she kicks at a human shaped obstacle. Perhaps in the shin?] Get out of my way! ...Please.

This is gonna be fun

[moosey]

(Sam really didn't know what possessed him to go to this dinner in the first place. He was supposed that his curiosity got the best of him, wanting to get his bearings so that he didn't feel like a burden to Dean and Cas.

Sam had been warned by Velma about food and the drink, tried to abstain, but ended up drinking a few sips, much less than Velma. No, he wasn't a stalker, Velma was just someone that Sam knew. Well, sort of, if you count getting sucked into a cartoon by a hexed tv knowing, then Sam totally knew her.

He stepped into her path as he charged forward, easily stopping her with his height alone. )

Woah... hold on there. Where's the fire?

[thevelmster]

[Later, Velma will be thankful that Sam came to the dinner, despite the temptation it posed to the hunter. At the moment, she's too focused and too angry at Lucifer to much care about him beyond the fact that he's large and in her way.

In fact, he only receives a quick glance before she's attempting to maneuver around him, not that there's much room.]

I need to tear him apart. To punish him for what he's done... To me. [The last words are almost whispered, pained and hungry at the same time.

Move Sam, get out the way.]

[moosey]

(Sam's head was a little foggy, his curiosity maybe a little more than peaked. He was too new to this place to know what it was actually capable of. Perhaps it was his hubris at just defeating God that had Sam underestimating the power of this place. )

You don't want to do that. I know you think you do but it won't help.

(Sam holds on a little tighter)

[thevelmster]

[He's still in her way and she's not particularly swayed by either his size or his words, so she tries to bodily push past him despite the clearly low odds of that working.]

I don't care. Move. [She growls that last word, trying to shrug off his grip.] Nothing helps here. So logically, I should take the opportunity to balance the equation.

Brotherly bonding, as we've discussed! Sorry this is so late!

[nottheonlytraveler]

[With Miracle here now, Dean likes getting the chance to take him out for a walk every chance he gets, even if there isn't much in the way of new scenery, given that Hellburbia seems much the same as ever. Still, it's a slice of normalcy, a piece of the mundane life Dean never got to have up above; not to mention, it gives him a good excuse to spend time with Sammy.

He texts Sam to meet him, letting him know that he has Miracle with him, that they're planning for a walk. They should catch up and talk more, figure out how to make their way through whatever Hell inevitably has for them next.

Dean takes Miracle and waits for Sam at the spot he suggested, playing with his dog while he waits and looking very distinctly happy, in spite of the circumstances.]

It's totally not! <3

[moosey]

(Sam had a spring to his step as he left his room in the hotel. He was used to living with people, he had lived with Dean for... well ever but perfect strangers were not his brother.

He missed his brother, so the call was very much welcomed and he couldn't help but grin as he saw them.)

Hey, long time no see...

Re: It's totally not! <3

[nottheonlytraveler]

[Dean looks up and grins when Sam approaches.]

You know you're welcome to stay with me and Cas out in suburbia right? Master bedroom still has your name on it.

[Of course, Sam's welcome to stay wherever he wants to; he's his own person and if he's happier in the hotel, Dean won't begrudge him that. But he also wants to make sure Sam knows he's always got a place with them, Team Free Will forever.

Miracle's happy to see Sam too; the dog jumps right up and starts showing as much doggy affection as he can at Sam.]

He's missed you too, obviously.

[moosey]

(Sam kneels down scratching Miracle around the ears, smiling at the dog and then at Dean from his spot on the ground.)

Yeah, Cas said we all lived together before... You don't think I'd be the third wheel now that you and Cas are all married Vegas-style?

(Yes, he was quoting Dean and yes he did use air quotes around Vegas style.)

He's a good boy, isn't that right?

text; @iamawinchester

[dimensionalcanopener]

have you had a chance to look at the library in the castle?
i haven't seen you in here yet.

Re: text; @iamawinchester

[moosey]

(not yet. You find anything good?)

[dimensionalcanopener]

(not anything that explains hell, or anything useful. i think. not yet.)
(there are a lot of books, though.)

[moosey]

I was researching Chimera the other day with a... friend. You could try that?

post wedding things

[thevelmster]

[The whole wedding had been a whirlwind of sorts, but at least she remembers more than she did her first one. Still, the whole situation has her quiet in thought the entire trip back her suite. Her feet just lead them there, her hand in his, her friend that she's grown to like despite her best efforts. Everyone she cares about ends up disappearing in the end. Velma doesn't want to repeat history with Sam.

It's not until she's fumbling for where she stuffed the key in the many layers of her elaborate dress that she sighs in frustration, finally uttering a noise since the ceremony.]

This dress doesn't have pockets. [She complains softly as she releases his hand to pat herself down, eventually having a spark of realization, her cheeks flushing a bit before she slips her index and middle finger into her cleavage to produce the key with a sheepish, tired smile.] Ta da.

[She turns her attention to unlocking the door.] Can you stay? [They should probably talk about things.] There's no way I can get myself out of this get up, and sleeping in it sounds like misery.

[Hell probably expects them to spend the night as newlyweds too, but she doesn't bring that up.]

[moosey]

(Sam was worried about how quiet Velma was being. Not that he minded the quiet mind you but he was under no delusion that this marriage was wanted, no matter how much Sam cared for the woman walking next to him, grateful for the tether of her hand in his. )

Course I can... (he smiled softly and squeezes her hand gently)

Whatever you need okay?

[thevelmster]

Thank you Sam. [She tugs him closer as she steps past the threshold of her room, wanting to get back into 'her' space as quickly as possible, and Velma wants him in that space tonight.

Pushing everything that's twisting in her head aside, she turns towards him, lifts onto her toes, and gently pulls him down for a lingering kiss. It's an apology for how quiet she's been since the marriage.]

[moosey]

(Sam wraps his arms around her pulling her tightly against him, stooping slightly so she wouldn't have to stretch so far. He lets the kiss go on for he doesn't know how long before he pulls gently away resting his forehead against hers. )

Talk to me... what's going on in that beautiful head of yours?

[thevelmster]

I sure hope you're not busy currently.

[moosey]

never for you, what's up?

[thevelmster]

I'm wrapping up at the library and I'm fairly certain there's one of the affected demons between me and the exit.

I was thinking of luring him in with a large distracting noise then making a run for it. Thoughts?

[moosey]

Velma! Luring him towards you is a bad idea. Is there a back way out or a window?

Tutti fuckin' Frutti | November - action ;

[chaos_magnet]

[ With things somewhat more stable and settled, James decides to finally make good on the plans discussed with Diana about procuring a building for business. Equipped with the gear he arrived in, including a Martian pistol at his hip, the Earther treks outside of the hotel to begin assessing what's available. When the fog forced him to be stuck in the 'Burbs, James had ventured about to get a lay of the land and thought he might have seen something worth acquiring, or in the very least, a location worth securing. ]

Re: Tutti fuckin' Frutti | November - action ;

[moosey]

(Sam needed to keep busy. Losing Cas and Jack had been hard, but at least he had Dean. Dean was the one constant in his life so Sam knew he would be okay. Losing Dean, while not something new, left Sam with too much time to think.

Sam had found this place when he had been out looking for Velma. So now that his family is gone, he needs something to do, hence the new shop. He turned at a noise outside and went to the door.)

Hey, Can I help you?

[chaos_magnet]

Oh. Yeah, possibly, although I may be too late...I was thinking about opening up a business and came here to see which building would best suit my idea. Is, uh, is this one yours?

[ Hands on pockets, Jim juts his chin at the parlor. ]

[moosey]

(Sam nodded, a little sadly, but happy all the same. )\

Yeah, just... I was gonna surprise my brother, but... he went home.

You wouldn't be interested in taking a look around would you?