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chapter one | video | day 93
[ The feed turns on to display a particularly worried-looking blonde woman, frowning more like an annoyed mother than anything. ]
You know, I'm getting major All Hell Breaks Loose flashbacks right now. Waking up in a creepy abandoned town with a bunch of people I presumably don't know? Yeah. I have a feeling this won't end well. I mean, unless the Winchesters are here by some off chance. And then...
Well, honestly, things might end worse. As much as I love them — [ she sighs wistfully, smiling to herself at the thought of her boys, then quickly returns to a slightly more concerned expression ] — they aren't exactly the best good luck charms. Even when they had a good luck charm.
[ She leans in closer, holding her hand at the side of her mouth, lowering her voice as if she's admitting a secret, though she looks particularly excited to be sharing this not-so-secret. ]
One of my favorites, by the way, Bad Day at Black Rock.
[ And then the big thing occurs to her and she frowns again. ]
I just hope there aren't demons involved. Sam didn't exactly let me keep the demon slaying knife as a souvenir for ganking my first black-eyed SOB. All he gave me was a big fat annulment and a broken heart...
[ She sighs, resigned. Nothing she can do about that now, and there's not really any point in making a big deal out of her predicament here. It's not like she has anyone back home who will miss her. Except maybe her Twitter followers. But even then... She shrugs, then offers something resembling a smile. ]
Well, at least I still have my journal. Maybe now I can get to work on that fanfic I've been meaning to write...
You know, I'm getting major All Hell Breaks Loose flashbacks right now. Waking up in a creepy abandoned town with a bunch of people I presumably don't know? Yeah. I have a feeling this won't end well. I mean, unless the Winchesters are here by some off chance. And then...
Well, honestly, things might end worse. As much as I love them — [ she sighs wistfully, smiling to herself at the thought of her boys, then quickly returns to a slightly more concerned expression ] — they aren't exactly the best good luck charms. Even when they had a good luck charm.
[ She leans in closer, holding her hand at the side of her mouth, lowering her voice as if she's admitting a secret, though she looks particularly excited to be sharing this not-so-secret. ]
One of my favorites, by the way, Bad Day at Black Rock.
[ And then the big thing occurs to her and she frowns again. ]
I just hope there aren't demons involved. Sam didn't exactly let me keep the demon slaying knife as a souvenir for ganking my first black-eyed SOB. All he gave me was a big fat annulment and a broken heart...
[ She sighs, resigned. Nothing she can do about that now, and there's not really any point in making a big deal out of her predicament here. It's not like she has anyone back home who will miss her. Except maybe her Twitter followers. But even then... She shrugs, then offers something resembling a smile. ]
Well, at least I still have my journal. Maybe now I can get to work on that fanfic I've been meaning to write...
Video; by use of movie magic, I'm saying this takes place after Chuck's post.
[ If he's being completely honest - and he is, most of the time - he didn't ever expect to see Becky in Kore. Not that it's a bad thing, of course, or that he thinks she can't handle it, because that's not it at all! It's just...
He disappeared. And it was with the intentions of being gone for good. He hadn't ever planned on seeing Dean or Castiel or anyone associated with the Winchesters ever again. Let alone the woman he broke up with for no other reason that the world was ending.
He clears his throat. ] So. I, uh-- [ Wait, no. There was something much more important that just hit Chuck in the face like a freight train, and his face falls. ]
...You married Sam?
Video; works for me!
Chuck? I —
[ thought you were dead. But he's... asking about Sam. Oh. Well. That face he's giving her certainly makes her feel worse about the whole thing. To be fair, though, he's the one who broke up with her, he can't blame her for... attempting to move on. In a really bad life decision kind of way, but still... ]
Um. Yeah. That... happened. Temporarily. We aren't... together anymore. I mean, it's over. I'm totally over it. It was stupid, anyway. You know, what happens in Vegas.
[ She'd rather not go into specifics. She'd rather talk about you. In fact, she's going to go into super Becky angry pout mode. ]
But that's not important. I thought you were dead. You broke up with me and then just... disappeared. Have you been here this whole time? Is that why I couldn't contact you?
Video; awesome! <3
What? Oh, uh, I guess? I mean, the last thing I remember before I was here was finishing the last Supernatural book, so... yes?
[ If he sounds uncertain, it's only because he is. He's not entirely sure how timelines are supposed to work here, because everyone that he's meet from his world seem to be from differnet times. Most of those times ahead of him.
And do you have any idea how aggravating it is to be an omniscient being from the past?. So that's really as good of an answer as he can give. So far as he knows, he was there and then he was here. The end.But, no. He'd really rather talk about you and Sam being married because what. That must have happened in the future, because he's sure he'd remember that. ]
Vegas? But I thought-- [ Sam wasn't into you, he doesn't say. Because Chuck might be many things, but cruel is not one of them. ] I mean, the last thing I remember was Sam jumping into the Cage.
[ Sure, he's been told that Sam's fine now, but that's not exactly the point, is it? ]
Video;
Well. You'll be glad to know all of your work has been posted on the internet for all to see. The 3rd Annual Supernatural convention is this year, too, but... I guess I'll be missing it. But who needs a convention when I've got the author and half the cast right here, right?
[ Speaking of a certain member of the cast... ]
Oh. That? That was a few years ago. I'm not entirely sure what happened between then and now, but Sam was fine when I found him in Vegas. I mean, as fine as a Winchester can be after... all that.
Video;
Speaking of, his smile fades. He knows, theoretically, that he doesn't need to make a living off the Supernatural books anymore, now that the Apocalypse is over and he'd gone from that life, but still. His books were meant to be books, not internet fanfiction.
He hopes Sam and Dean don't know about that. ]
Oh, uh. Great. Thanks.
[ A few years ago, she says and he gives an ironic smile. It's funny, in a way that isn't funny at all, because as a prophet, he was supposed to be ahead. But here, he's years behind and it's strange. But he nods. What she says lines up with what he knows about Sam Winchester and his mysterious escape from Lucifer's Cage. ]
Yeah, that's what Dean said too. But it's Hell, you know?