002 - The Stargazing Meme

[aflockofmemegulls]

the stargazing meme

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oo4. play out what happens—anything goes!
oo5. profit? oh yeah!

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

[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.]

[simpleman]

Son of a-

[Well, there she goes again. Ms. Cryptic McCrypticpants. Has he ever mentioned how tired he is of that kind of thing? Because he's really tired of it.

He keeps the gun trained on her all the time, and starts waiting in himself, only briefly giving his attention to the grass crunching underfoot and the tree, which...Yeah, told him it was definitely going to be bad mojo.]

It's always these freaky old trees. Why is it always the freaky old trees. Couldn't they find something better to be in? Like...I don't know, a strip joint? [And wasn't that a damned good question? One he would never get an answer for, he was sure, but still valid, all the same.]

[domina_illustris]

[That would be Mrs. Cryptic McCrypticpants to you bucko, and she's getting pretty tired of having a gun pointed at her back while she wades through dead weeds in a dress, so there.

Dean's comment gets a chuckle as she stumbles out of the brush, digging around in her bag as she makes her way closer to the tree.]

A god of strip joints, now that would be easier to keep happy.

[Out comes an empty jar and one by one various makeup products come out and are mixed together in the jar using the end of a nail file. It's a crude mixture, but her makeup is always chosen so that it can be used like this in a pinch.]

Just get a few dancers, leave a few tips and then everyone can go on their merry way.

[simpleman]

[Well, too bad, lady. You're still acting funny in Dean's book, and until he sees totally what side you're on, or the big bad pagan god shows up, gun? Pointed at you. Especially since...Is she getting makeup out? Seriously?

Women are weird.]

It'd make my life easier. [He moves a little closer, lowering the gun a tad bit as he tries to see what she's doing.] What in hell are you doing.

[domina_illustris]

[And just what is Dean's book? Paranoia for Dummies? Though that's actually pretty common for this field of work, get paranoid, get good, or get dead.

Eva's just got a different perspective on these things than most hunters.]

What? Never seen a conjuring before? What were you planning on doing to stop it? Shoot at it's tree until it got madder?

[The paste gets smeared onto the tree's trunk into a generic summoning circle, a more specific one isn't really needed here, not this close to the god's earthly home. The nail file gets turned and a sharpened part of the clean end gets placed against her palm to make a small slice.]

[simpleman]

Sam had the... And I was gonna... [He trails off, letting it go as she goes about the smearing and the poking, wincing a little as she does so. Well, Sam was supposed to be here, doing that part. He's the geek-boy, he's the one who got the info from Bobby's library of weird crap, and Dean's just supposed to be the muscle on this one, which suits him just fine. Pagan gods aren't his favorite thing in the world, especially when they ruin an otherwise okay week.

Whatever.]

Alright then, lady, we'll try it this way. Gotta say, though, never saw this guy as the kind that appreciates Maybelline. You think he's born with it?

[Alright, it's a horrible joke, but he's running low and makeup is a whole field of things he has zilch in the experience department on.]