Don't look at me.

[dontevenknowyou]

...seriously?

Aren't you supposed to be figuring out all of the people who are already in here? Why did you add me? And no, I'm not your type, I'm—

Okay, yeah. I'm your type.

[He squeezes his eyes shut, pinches the bridge of his nose. Why is it always him?]

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because I have no one else. sob. <3?

[asthedrivensnow]

...welcome to the madhouse?

[dontevenknowyou]

[He laughs, a little hysterically.]

Thanks. That's a pretty good description of this headspace I'm in.

[asthedrivensnow]

Accuracy is commendable, I suppose. Though it's worth pointing out there are some relatively easy to get along with people in there; I wouldn't be too distressed.

[dontevenknowyou]

Good to know. Maybe there's a sane corner.

You're lucky to have the whole place to yourself.

[outofclothes]

Just keep your head down. Really down.

...


Really, really down. Then she might overlook you.

[dontevenknowyou]

Develop a permanent crick in my neck, or get sent somewhere dangerous.

I'll go with the crick.

[outofclothes]

Hey, look at that. [He grins.] A guy with sense.

Name's Stark.

[dontevenknowyou]

Sam.

Mun's the first to remind me that I don't always have sense.

[ellen_harvelle]

Problems Sam?

[dontevenknowyou]

Ellen.

[Blink, then—]

Just my mun being weird and confusing.

[ellen_harvelle]

Who else would it be?

And when aren't they?

[dontevenknowyou]

[You were dead. ...He swallows. This is going to take some getting used to.]

I'm new to the game. They're like this all of the time?

[larker]

Welcome to the madhouse, sammy-boy. Your pills arrive every three hours and you need to take them or you get fed a knuckle sandwich with quarters. Don't drink the red stuff and your time will be a quiet one.

Yep.

[dontevenknowyou]

...Thanks, Gabriel.

You don't look like you're doing too bad, at least.

[larker]

You're welcome sweetheart.

[Shrugs.] Why would I be? This is nothing new, gotta just kick back and enjoy the carnage right?

[dontevenknowyou]

Yeah, I can't really say I'm enjoying what carnage I've seen so far.

There are a lot of angry things in here with me.

[freetobe]

Sam.

[Things have got to be serious when even the stoic angel of the Lord gives you a pitying look.]

Stay safe.

[dontevenknowyou]

[Sigh.]

That's harder than it sounds.

You too, Cas?

[freetobe]

For a while now. I don't like it.

I believe nobody likes it.

[interspace]

Good luck, you poor, unfortunate soul.

[dontevenknowyou]

Thanks. I think.

[interspace]

You have no idea what you've just been pulled into, do you?

[fromfryingpantofire]

Speaking from experience, you're probably fucked.

If you're lucky, that won't be literally as well as figuratively.

[dontevenknowyou]

[Well, then.]

Great.

Looks like I have all kinds of things to 'look forward' to.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Yeah.

Currently, my mun's got me trapped in...not quite Hell. Being tortured and having to watch as a shapeshifter with my face tries to kill friends of mine.

Also, setting an angel on fire via holy oil is a lot less painful if you don't do it from within arm's reach. Just...if that ever comes up. Anywhere.