Dean Winchester | 004 | video late Day 84

[venatical]

How do I get in touch with Mr. Sandman to tell him to get out of my freaking head?

[ Good evening, Cape Kore. Dean's been talking to some of his housemates and has put enough together to know that something weird's going on in Dreamland. ]

Whoever's snorting the dream dust, knock it off. And none of you are invited to my head, so keep out.

[ Running around in Charlie's dreams not too long ago was too much like what's going on now, though one weird thing sticks out. Well, weirder. ]

Whose fault is that city made out of rock candy? [ Or crystals. ] Can't you dream up people with faces next time?

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[lightgunhustler]

I'm not much of a fan, either. I don't know much about him, but... just seems like a bad idea to trust anyone to declares themselves in charge of this place.

[She shifts uncomfortably.]

Common sense and all. Know anything about him, other than the fact that he's supposedly mayor?

[venatical]

Not so much, except he's from Germany and he was a security officer, and he's mostly done jackall other than keep the food together and organize stuff like the clubs.

Let's try to keep an eye on him. Maybe you can sweet talk something out of him.

[lightgunhustler]

[Both of her eyebrows go up as she cracks a smile.]

You askin' me to use my feminine wiles on him?

[venatical]

[ He grins back, this side of playful. ]

Well, I'm certainly not gonna use mine.

[lightgunhustler]

[She sighs heavily, putting a fair amount of melodrama behind it.]

Alright. We won't take that option off the table, anyway.

[venatical]

[ He smirks, and then it breaks into a real smile. ]

You're a trooper, Jo.