text - un; nightmoves
[ don't panic don't panic don't panic, it's fine, everything is fine. no one is answering his messages, no big deal. everyone ]
I can't get a hold of Cas, can't get Natasha, can't get anyone on the comms. Damn sure can't find them.
How many of us ended up stuck here and do you have any ideas on how hell to get unstuck?
[ look cas is a baby in a trenchcoat right now and Dean is wigging tf out. ]
(( ooc; backdated to not long after they all got ditched :,) ))
I can't get a hold of Cas, can't get Natasha, can't get anyone on the comms. Damn sure can't find them.
How many of us ended up stuck here and do you have any ideas on how hell to get unstuck?
[ look cas is a baby in a trenchcoat right now and Dean is wigging tf out. ]
(( ooc; backdated to not long after they all got ditched :,) ))
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As it turns out, this place has a habit of making us face our shortcomings. Or something poetic.
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Had a feeling you might. You might as well be a Winchester at this point.
That it does. Dunno about poetic, but it's damn sure aggravating.
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[She knows you're a negative nancy about yourself, she's talked to you way too much around here.]
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[ god fucking dammit zigs. ]
alright - fine. im resourceful as hell, hard to kill, and i throw a mean right hook.
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And here it only took you a minute to accomplish it, with the right push.
😛
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pushy pushy.
but thank you