002 - The Stargazing Meme

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the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

Dean Winchester || Supernatural || OTA

[simpleman]

7

[domina_illustris]

[That's funny, no-one had said anything about a solar eclipse today. Everyone at this particular middle of nowhere rest stop has paused to take notice though.]

[simpleman]

[Including one Dean Winchester, who is obsessively checking his watch between keeping an eye on the eclipse. Where the hell is Sam? They have a limited window, and of course overgrown do-it-all-by-himself is late. Typical.

He pauses and glances up to the waitress, gesturing to his coffee cup.]

Hey, hun, can I get a refill? Thanks.

[And then glancing over, notices a cute blonde. Well, as long as Sam's mia...]

Hey, pretty cool, huh?

[domina_illustris]

[A cute blond who has been staring outside worriedly from time to time. She's had a knack for knowing when something has a supernatural origin to it, even before she married a devil. And there is no way that eclipse is normal.

What a time to be traveling alone, oh well, she's flown solo on these before.

She starts a bit when Dean addresses her.]

What? Oh, yes, I suppose...A bit odd though. Don't they usually talk about these on the news beforehand?

[simpleman]

Yeah, I...Guess they do.

[Mostly because this isn't a scheduled eclipse at all, but he hasn't made it this far, blabbing every detail to every set of nice legs to come along. So he takes a moment to sip at the fresh coffee, glancing at his watch one more time.

Sam is officially late, and officially sucks. The end.]

So, you from around here or just passing through?

[domina_illustris]

Just passing through.

[Kind of not into the small talk right now, she's still pretty distracted by the sky outside.

....Screw it, she's got a shotgun loaded with rock-salt, a pistol and various charms in her handbag, a good pair of legs, and enough magical know-how to put those new age covens to shame.

She was never one for just sitting idle anyway.

Eva reaches into her bag, throws some money onto the table for the bill, and quickly walks out of the rest stop with a determined look in her eye.]

[simpleman]

[Well, that's weird.

Dean sits there a moment longer, before pulling his wallet out of his jacket and slamming down money himself, surreptitiously reaching under his jacket to make sure his gun and the gris gris bag is still there.

That done, he slips out of the rest stop himself, keeping a low profile as he scans for the blonde. She's up to something. She walked just a little too fast with a little too much purpose for him to think otherwise, and he pretty much guarantees it has something to do with the oncoming eclipse.]

[domina_illustris]

[Weird? What's weird is that people don't react to the oddness more often. Too quickly to write it off as a trick of the light or a costume or a weather report that they missed. On one hand it makes it simpler on those who do know how to handle it. On the other it's easier to control and attack those that aren't aware.

A solar eclipse in farming country, most likely an old local deity that someone managed to set off into cursing the crops. Eva quickly makes her way to one of the larger fields where the wheat is already starting to droop. If that's not the center it's at least near enough for her to get it's attention.

She'll figure out the rest from there.]

[simpleman]

[Given the fact that she has one hunter with a penchant for wearing layered clothing and a bad haircut hot on her tail, she doesn't have much choice. He and Same have been waiting for this, stuck in the craphole town for a few days now, just to be sure they had their ducks in a row.

After all, hadn't all the signs been there? They had, and he's eager to get it over with and move on to the next craphole town and craphole job.

He moves swiftly after her, seeing her enter the field, and rushes in himself, yanking his gun from the back of his pants.]

Hey! What do you think you're doing, sweetheart.

[domina_illustris]

[Yup, definitely getting closer to the problem, that creeping feeling along the back of her neck is getting worse and her husband's amulet is staring to heat up under bodice, both sure signs that something is here and it isn't feeling friendly.

Oh, and that man from the little diner is here to, well shoot.

She runs further into the field, ducking and weaving around both to try and throw him off and get a better idea of where she needs to go. Playing hot and cold with her instincts is tricky this close, but with the amulet's help it is doable.]

What am I doing? What are you doing? Following a lone woman you just met into a secluded field, you'll make a lady worried doing stuff like that.

[simpleman]

[Yeah, sorry, lady, he's used to people trying to give him the slip. Which is why he stays as hot on her heels as he dares, with plenty of room to shoot her - and shoot her good - if the need should arise.

And he keeps the gun trained on her, aware of the prickly sensation all along his spine, making the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. This is definitely the place. He's not sure if she's behind it, or she, like him, is here to stop it, but he's not taking the chance.]

I'm here to stop off a pissed off pagan god with a severe case of waking up on the wrong side of the bed, what about you?

[domina_illustris]

[Well you aren't her first priority here, mister diner stalker, if you were she might be trying to pull a few more tricks. As of right now she's more interested in getting to the bottom of this than worrying about maybe being shot.

Eva stops abruptly when the crops end in an almost perfect circle around one of the oldest gnarliest looking trees she has ever seen. The ground around it has very obviously never been tilled and it is completely overgrown with wild grass and plants.

Well, dying grass and plants.

Closer to the tree the grass has been stamped down in a crude circle with bits of leftover trash around, empty bottles, cans, a jar of what might be paint, some chalk, and a dirty knife shoved into the base of the tree.

The amulet feels like it's on fire, this is the place.]

I think I'm here for this.

[She starts off again, picking up the ends of her skirt to wade her way through the weeds towards the tree.]

:') 3

[caladcholg]

[When isn't Clare out sitting outside at night? Or for this long? Maybe there's something to as she sits there, just as rigid as she is, against her broadsword. It makes a good temporary seat.]

OH GOD BB ;; FEELS

[simpleman]

[Dean sees her, and there's a slight rush of affection for he blonde, because it's been far too long since they've seen each other. Ages. And so much has happened between then and now, it seems like a whole other lifetime.

But he makes his way over, hands shoved in his pockets, before stopping before her with a big grin.]

So, you seen Cas lately?

[caladcholg]

[It's easy to sneak up on Clare when she gets so entrenched with thought. At the moment, she could have sworn there possibly were a line up of stars of the twin goddesses, or so they said.]

Eh?

[It will probably be a good thing to know Clare really didn't turn around until he uttered "Cas". Yes, yes, Castiel, Clare knows of him. Good guy.]

Ah, I have not seen Castiel, no.

[simpleman]

[His grin falls a little: He was hoping for awkward sputtering. But he'll take what he can get. It has been a long time, after all.]

How ya been, Clare. Still killing demons? [That, he thinks, has to be one of the weirdest questions you can ask anyone, but coming from him, to her, it sounds absolutely normal.]

[caladcholg]

Yes, as a matter of fact.

[It's not an unusual question for her; coming from another hunter, it can be even the equivalent of "same old, same old". Clare goes back to looking at the stars in the meantime.]

I take it you have been the same as well. It's good to see you again.

[simpleman]

[And right there. He's forgotten how absolutely deadpan clueless she is, and how much she does remind him of Cas, in so many awkward ways.

He laughs to himself, shaking his head.]

Well, I'm still breathing, so that's a plus, I guess.

9?

[roseinpromenade]

[There are some things that sincerely throw Asellus off; differences between Asgard and home that are so breathtakingly vast that she finds it much easier not even to think about them. The stars, however, are somehow not one of those things. There are some constellations she's never seen, sure, but there are some she has, and it's not like she spent much time worrying about the sky while she established herself in either world.

But it's still beautiful, and it's a warm summer night, and closing time has happened, but she's far from tired. So she's standing on Haze's porch, looking up at the sky with a beer in hand.

Join her, Dean.]

Re: 9?

[simpleman]

[After closing is the best time at Haze, in Dean's opinion, especially if there's not a job on the go and the rest of the patrons leave easy. He 'helps' in the cleaning, sometimes, but nights like this...These are the best. Things almost feel what he guesses normal is like.

He's followed her out, his own beer clutched in the crook of his elbow as he balances a slice of pie on a plate along the forearm of the other, before reaching her and placing the bottle by his boots.]

Nice out tonight. Quiet. [Too quiet.]

[roseinpromenade]

[She turns to glance sidewise at him, a smile touching her lips. It's almost amusing, watching him balance the things he wants to carry out here. Bringing her own bottle to her lips, she responds:]

Well, most people are in bed by now. [Like Nigredo, tucked into bed before the rush began and now sleeping upstairs. Or like the neighbors, who were rarely up later than dusk anyway. This peace, this silent time, is more 'hers' than it is anyone else's, though she supposes she'll share it with Dean.] Sad, really. They're missing out. The Huntress is out tonight.

[simpleman]

Not always a good sign, babe. [It's said casually, but he's ever watchful in the dark. It's become a hard habit to break, as much as he'd like to. And he knows she knows that: she knows him far too well, after all. And they've been through too much together even now.

He glances up at the sky, just for a moment, before setting to on the pie. Again: She knows him far too well, sometimes, and it's a little unnerving, and at the same time remarkably comforting, to know that there was somewhere other than the scrapyard to feel...Well, at home.]

I dunno. [The fork hits the plate with a clatter as he sets it back down.] Maybe I'm just being...I dunno, paranoid. Again.

[roseinpromenade]

It's not? The Huntress has always been an auspicious constellation where I'm from. Anyway...

Maybe you are. But there's nothing wrong with that. [Paranoia saves lives, even though here in Asgard it's not nearly as necessary as it would be elsewhere-- at home, where he's from, most anywhere else. Here, the dangers aren't as prolific, the fear not as soul-consuming among the people. The Fae here are taken as matter-of-factly as the weather; the magic in this place is as much a part of it as the forests.] But there's nothing out there right now, I think. So relax a little and enjoy your beer. The wards'll tell me if there's anything to really worry about.

[simpleman]

[And he just glances over at her, raising an eyebrow. She knows how things are with him, and she knows he knows that sometimes, just because things are supposed to be nice, it doesn't always work out that way.

He puts his plate on the porch - nothing but crust crumbs left as to evidence of the pie - and picks up his beer, shaking his head.] Better safe than sorry. [A pause.] It's hard to shut off anymore. Always gotta be on, you know? [Sure she does. She's seen him keyed up for every bump in the night before, and lately things have been no different. He's not sure if its the urge to hit the road, or the urge to stay put making him antsy.]

[roseinpromenade]

[She knows: both how he is and how he feels, to an extent. But it's in her nature and in her mood right now to believe better of the world sometimes, to try to calm him down, and anyway, she figures that between the two of them, anything caught wandering out was basically doomed. Still.] I know. I guess it's a side-effect of the life you've lived, huh. She turns to face the street, bottle at her lips.] And it has its uses. It just... well, don't let it keep you from having some measure of fun, you know? We're surrounded by people who know this sort of danger, who've lived with it all their lives. No one here is unaware of the risks. No one here is totally defenseless.