oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

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[kingoftherats]

Only if you don't punch me in the face first.

[He points sternly at Dean, squinting. Kinda. One-eyed squint.]

Don't act like I just did that outta nowhere! What was I supposed to do, let you keep beating my ass?

Just be glad I didn't go for your nose!

[venatoris]

Wasn't technically my fault, [ he grumbles, taking his scolding as politely as possible. ]

Was the whole...bloodsport thing. I wouldn't normally punch you in the nose.

[ Probably. ]

Want a drink?

[kingoftherats]

[Questionable. The distrust runs strong, considering his eyeball hurts, and so he looks one step away from folding his arms and pouting until Dean gives up... The swollen-faced man perks up a little, though. Maybe. At the mention of drinking.

........ Well-]

You don't mean water or something stupid like that, do you?

[venatoris]

God, no.

[ They have a barrel of water that just keeps...giving them potable water which is great, but no. That is not what he means. ]

I meant whiskey. It's rotgut, leftover stuff you made actually, but... [ He shrugs. ]

Want some, or not?

[kingoftherats]

[... Grumbling a little, he swivels to hang his feet over the edge of the couch, all rumpled and disheveled and relenting.]

'Course I want some. What am I, some goody two-shoes? I'm from Philly.

[As if being from Philadelphia equates to drinking rotgut. Ha. Haha.

(Okay, maybe it does, but mainly if you're standing in the right streets on google maps.)]

It'll get my face good and numb; way better than going to the actual doctor; I can't stand the doctors. Always blah blah blah, 'substance' abuse, blah blah blah, neurological this, badly healed bones that.

[venatoris]

Nah, we don't do doctors in this house.

[ He snorts, pushing himself to his feet to swagger to the kitchen - bigger, nicer, but still the same ugly china from what looks like the 70s.

Dean kinda likes it.

They'll both get teacups with nasty moonshine, but Charlie's right, it'll do the trick. ]

Here. Cheers. No one died, yadda yadda.

[kingoftherats]

... Doctors, or substance abuse? 'Cus dude, you guys totally abuse substances.

[He takes the tea cup and offers a small cheers at the air.]

Here's to not dying yet, I guess. Other than that time I ate those bad eggs, which probably doesn't count, 'cus I got brought back a few minutes after.... Cheers!

[venatoris]

Jesus, doctors. Who do you think we are?

[ Definitely not health nuts -- maybe Sam, though in his current weird mental state, who can say.

He's fine, he's not dead. Dean isn't worried. ]

That was pretty gross. But hey, you made it here. Chalking that up to a win. So -- cheers.

[kingoftherats]

We're a bunch of messed up people in a place full of monsters and shit.

I think doing some drugs is one of the nicer things we can work with.

[He tinks their glasses together before downing his drink, looking... well, like he can't see out of one eye. He squints tiredly at the big bloody spot on Dean's arm and points at it.] You should probably wash that out. Germs, and all.

[venatoris]

Exactly. [ Drugs, booze; whatever. ]

What? Oh. Yeah...probably.

[ Huh, he'd forgotten about it. It doesn't hurt, but green streaked blood is running down his arm, so he downs his glass and gets up to go rinse his arm off in the sink. ]

...Did you say you bit Santa?

[kingoftherats]

... Oh, yeah.

It's kind of a long story, but my ma used to whore herself out to mall santas at christmas to make money when I was a kid, and I kinda had a weird episode about it years back? I'm totally over it now, kinda. It was a one-off.

[Oh well, he's gonna just go for more beer, like the healthy person he is.]

[venatoris]

[ um. ]

Huh. [ Yeah, beer is the way to go here, cause, what the fuck. ]

I promise to never dress as Sant in front of you.