1st Drink | Video | Day 60

[justrunsasaloon]

[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.

Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.

She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.

The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.

Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]

If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?



[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]

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[Video]

[servingmichael]

Raphael. I'll be there in a few minutes.

[He's in the pharmacy, as luck would have it. There's even some bandages stuck to him.

Ok a lot of them.]

[Video]

[justrunsasaloon]

Well, thank you, son, but I don't think you'll be of much help.

[Video]

[servingmichael]

I wasn't asking. And I'm not a child.

[And he turns the communicator off so that he can't hear her say not to come - but does start making his way over, pushing a handtruck with a piece of cardboard over the bottom, flying behind it. And he'll be there in about ten minutes.]

[justrunsasaloon]

[Well, after talking to Cas, at least she knows who he is. And knows more to watch her mouth. She's wondering about everything that's going on. Btu, she'll be quiet for now.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael will be grateful. He knows being the form he is, with tangible wings and wearing only a diaper, people assume things. Add in the glitter and confetti poofing around him as he pushes the handtruck, bandages on his knees, left shin, left foot and elbows, he looks very much like a toddler who took a bad spill, which is more or less what happened. He just hasn't gotten all the way cleaned up yet.]

Have a seat.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Okay, she's gotta stare. Because, her first initial reaction is to laugh but everything hurts and she just... won't. That's the Archangel Raphael and for all the shit she'll give Castiel - gave Castiel, apparently - she's not stupid enough to look a gift Archangel in the mouth.

Even if he's currently sporting wings and a diaper. But the pain is juuuuust enough...]

You fall off a Hallmark card?

[Asked, while she's easing onto the handtruck. It's not padded, or anything, but it'll get her to the pharmacy, so she can pull out the damned nails.]

[servingmichael]

Is that where this idea came from? I thought someone was studying too much Renaissance art.

[He didn't have anything to pad it with. But once she's settled he takes up pushing it - carefully so he doesn't jostle her too much.]

Does anything feel broken?

[justrunsasaloon]

Glitter says Hallmark.

[She wants to rest her head backward but doesn't dare. The question draws an exhausted huff from her.]

Everything. I'll know more when I can assess the damage.