o1 ✘ dean winchester ✘ video

[saltline]

[ If anyone is paying attention to the time the video begins it's roughly one in the morning. Dean's still up. He's also found the bar. Yay. Various alcoholic drinks later and a little bit of clanking around -- video shuts off.

It turns back on at 4 in the morning, Dean's laying on the counter of the bar now. Bored out of his fucking mind and muttering something under his breath as he fiddled around with his makeshift hatchet from Purgatoryland before bringing it up and slamming it into the counter beside him. Dean lifted his bracelet-ed hand, looking at the screen with bloodshot eyes before shutting it off purposely again.

And now it's nine o'clock for the masses that are actually awake and Dean's walking through town, carrying his weapon in one hand. He came up with a slight epiphany last night involving the forest and the...well, ocean it seemed like. And no he hasn't slept. Sleep is for the weak. ]

Aside from School House Rock deciding our best options is the library to find clues. Has anyone else thought of...a fucking boat? Unless you guys are getting too comfy in this place already. I can see the draw. Running water, food, nothing coming to kill you in your sleep. It's like a dream vacation.

[VOICE; LOCKED to "Pendragon"]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Someone hasn't eaten in a few days and is starting to get peckish. She's hesitant to go down this road, but so far this is the only prospect aside from Carter, who she respects a bit too much.

So her lazy drawl comes on over the communications network, appropriately in ancient Norse because...why not?]

I'm starting to think that you were all talk, darling.

002 || Elle Bishop || [video, morning of Day 4]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle appears on screen, and though she's in focus and still, the light behind her seems to be flickering, and there's a crackling sound in the background.]

Okay. So let's say, hypothetically, that I was looking at the camera and it sparked or something and I started- and then a fire magically appeared.

I mean, like, not a fire. But, you know. Um.

Anyway. Never mind.

Does anyone know how to use the fire extinguisher? Because I finally got clothes I like [and even though she knows this could potentially qualify as an emergency situation, she takes a second to drop her wrist to show a low-cut blouse] and don't want them to burn.

Not that they would. Just. You know. If there were a hypothetical fire...