new character, old canon--voice testing

[whatrhymeswith]

So you ditch the angel and you pick up me? Talk about self-worth issues.

What's with the handle, though? You really think anyone's gonna remember some throwaway line from five years ago? Oh, it's poignant. For the direction you're planning to take me in.

Sheesh. Just tell me that direction's got strippers or pie or something to make up for all that poignancy.

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[drumsinthedeep]

Oh, there's poignant pie. Ever read Titus Andronicus?

[whatrhymeswith]

No, I don't speak Latin.

Who're you?

[drumsinthedeep]

Well. Neither did Shakespeare. He thought he did, but the accent on Elizabethans. Like they're speaking through a—well. A pie. Or a hat. Maybe a thick scarf?

[Aw, that's the best question.] I'm the Doctor. [:D]

[whatrhymeswith]

[. . . right. He's going to remember not to drink the water around here, if this is what happens.]

Wow. What's that phrase? Physician, heal thyself. [Get healing, man. You're just weird.]

[drumsinthedeep]

I have. About nine times over. Never seems to help.

[Reining in the enthusiasm slightly. You're a Serious Sam type, then, alright. Fine.] I'm not the one talking to my writer.

[whatrhymeswith]

[Yeah, have an eyebrow raise for that. What a surprise, huh? Isn't there also some saying about how crazy folks can't heal themselves? He's not sure if there is. If there isn't one, there should be one, because it would be very appropriate right now. Like his, though, he'll just stick with the eyebrow raise and then a scoff at your second comment.]

It's what the place is for, isn't it? Someone's gotta talk some sense into her. She's put me on sleeping pills already.

[drumsinthedeep]

That's a new one. She doesn't want you awake? [Ignoring your eyebrow raise completely. Writers drugging muses into submission is so very, very meta. If there's not a rule against it, there should be.]

[whatrhymeswith]

Apparently. Doesn't want me drinking as much. [Eyebrow-wriggle.] I feel like if she's gonna have a say in that, she should've married me first.

[demonhunting]

We should be so lucky.

[Of course if their muns think the same, then god, Dean, you have so much of his sympathy.]

Last I checked there weren't many strippers in any direction.

aah late tag is late. sorry, misplaced the notif

[whatrhymeswith]

[Well, he's not a mind-reader, so he has no idea what your mun is thinking. His mun is thinking a lot of things, and none of them make much sense, so he tries to pay as little attention to her as possible.]

So you're telling me you actually looked? What is the world coming to, Sammy?

no worries!

[demonhunting]

Not really. Just...well, it's a safe assumption to make.

[lostgrace]

Which comes first? The strippers or the pie, Dean?

[ginormotron]

[That comment about the handle will get a snort.]

I doubt there's enough pie in the world. Better than mine, anyway.

((OOC: So, that one time like a month ago when you said, so, your Sam should totes comment on Dean's post... I have finally got 'round to acquiring a Sam and getting him a journal. >_>))

[whatrhymeswith]

Dude, there's never enough pie in the— [And that's when he notices the handle. And cracks up. Though no, straight face. Clearing his throat, lips twitching.]

I dunno, I like it. [Smirk. Your writer hates you. Welcome to the club.]

[ginormotron]

[Bitchface, Dean, so much bitchface.]

'Course you do. Jerk. What's your writer want to do with you, anyway? Can't be any worse than the thoughts mine's entertaining.

[And he'll make another face at that, because Jesus, these people are twisted. He's encountered some weird shit in his time, but seriously. Twisted.]

[whatrhymeswith]

[Pfft. Bitch. He doesn't even need to say it, not when you're making that face; he'll just twitch his eyebrows at you.]

Oh yeah? What's she 'entertaining'? [Always with the multiple-syllables words, Sammy.] Mine's on some sort of true love crusade where I discover domesticity with a junkie version of everyone's favorite angel. Absurd doesn't begin to cover it. [Because him discovering true love with anyone is ridiculous. He's made his peace with that fact years ago, so moving on.]

[ginormotron]

[Snort. Yeah, he's gonna end up meeting that Cas too, but that at least is just weird rather than outright disturbing.]

Well, if you're gonna discover true love with anyone...

[He's just saying. It's kind of obvious. And then he makes a face, scrunching his nose up into a scowl.]

I've met Lucifer. A Lucifer who's riding around in my body. Which apparently does nothing to stem my... writer's desire for us to have freaky gay sex. Slash, man, seriously; it's weird.

[whatrhymeswith]

[If he's gonna discover true love with anyone, then what?] What's that supposed to—

[But wait. You're continuing. Ew. Ew, Sam. Why would you share that? His turn to bitchface.] That's just not funny. [Don't tell him you're serious, if you are. He really doesn't want to know.] But hey, at least we're not sharing the honeymoon suite yet. [Grimace. Blergh. Wrong, so wrong.]

[ginormotron]

Dude, we're not.

[Because seriously. You think you're skeeved out by it, Dean, how d'you think he feels? It's goddamn filthy up in this headspace. And very possibly detrimental to his health.]

Believe me, I've got no intention of letting her do anything about it. Ugh.

And then Cas had to troll

[decadency]

Kudos for the use of religious lexical overtones.

You know, "crusade".

[ That's all he's got. Since, man, it is just really awkward to talk about them being in a relationship, period. ]

As Cas does.

[whatrhymeswith]

[Did he say absurd doesn't begin to cover it? He meant awkward. Hi, Cas.]

It's just a saying. [Watch his sense of humor wither and die in the face of the extreme awkwardness of thinking about you and him in a relationship.]

[decadency]

[ He's watched a lot of things about Dean die. This, he's just going to find funny. ]

It also usually requires papal sanction.

I don't think the Roman Catholic Church approves our love.

[whatrhymeswith]

[Funny, huh? Well, if you're gonna be a bitch, he's gonna be a jerk.]

See, I don't think my writer cares. She ain't catholic. [And neither is he. Give him a few moments and he'll realize that he's arguing for 'their love' being a good thing.]

threadjack!

[ginormotron]

[blinkblink. Brow furrow. Sam looks off to the side as if he's expecting to find someone there providing an explanation, but no such luck.]

Cas? Uh. You look... different.

COME OVER HERE~

[decadency]

( Cas has a post: http://dear-mun.dreamwidth.org/4753638.html )