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🌘 [APRIL CATCH-ALL]
Who: claire novak, and you
When: through the month of april
Where: various
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Trench brought to mind a whole lot of shit that Claire had been putting off. The kind of thing she couldn't afford to think about, because thinking about Kaia meant being too hung up on what was unfinished back home to find her footing back in the blood-bound bullshit now that Sam and Cas were gone.
It was just her and Dean, and even though their rapport had improved since the last time it was just weird dealing with a version of him that wasn't that much older than her. None of the real deal actions meet consequence stuff had happened for him yet, and that meant that it hadn't come full circle for her when he's from either. Bridging the gap between what is and what has yet to be had been a weird dance of learning where what she remembers of Dean and who Dean has always been met. It helped to know some of the steps and overall, this bright-eyed version of Dean Winchester was a whole lot more accommodating without trying too hard. Maybe because the guilt hadn't trickled in yet and the clean slate gave them both a whole lot less baggage.
Dean also had Rocky's and some weird deal with the two blonde soldiers so it's a better situation all the way around and she didn't mind their living working situation because his cooking skills made her botched attempts at Hamburger Helper look even more pathetic. Still, she couldn't occupy the attic all day and night, so not long after landing back in the hellscape did she put those routine patrols back on the calendar. It came second, right after touching base with everyone else left from the place before with Sodder and the good old-fashioned American 1950s nightmare.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE —
I: Rocky's Bar
[On days that end with Y Claire is parked at the bar in Rocky's as a patron or keeping bar herself in lieu of Dean doing whatever Dean does when he dips. It gives her a good sense of accomplishment locking it up for him as clean and as pretty as it always was.
Sure it's not the nicest place on the planet but it's neat and Dean keeps it in tip-top shape. Try your luck at a game of pool, if you can beat her you get a free brew. She's not cooking anything for anyone but the squid shots for the new folks are on the house as per usual, and she's not afraid to get between two idiots that can't handle their liquor.]
II: The Halfway House
a:
[Her old place is still in Cassandra collecting dust and even though her room is still intact and some of the things from Eddie and the past iterations of Dean still remain it's mostly untouched and in need of an overall.
Catch her outside breaking down wood with an axe, and every once in a while throwing that same axe (okay, it's more of a hatchet) at a self-made target on the lawn.]
b:
[The rest of the time she's pulling furniture out onto the same front lawn for painting, nailing together a fence, and laying the groundwork for a backyard garden. It's warded heavily, and if you know what to look for you might catch a glimpse of some pretty suspicious imagery.]
If you're gonna stand there and stare picking up a rake or something.
III: School of Mutter
a:
[After a stop off at Odd End she takes the lamp over to the school to check out the current list of teachers and spots that were open for "education." After closing down classes on her own survival shtick she figured she should check out what areas were being addressed. There was always a need, not everyone had experience, and based on what Peter told her things were still dubious where danger was concerned.
She's got her bag slung over one shoulder and she pulls out her charm to snap a quick picture of the list. It glows and then goes dull, she'd review the information when she didn't have shit to get home. It's heavy and her posture is making that clear, but as far as old romping grounds go this was as close as she could get.
Loitering on campus when she didn't take classes. It's been a minute.]
b:
[After taking a minute at the school of hard knocks Claire goes back to her Subaru where she parked it and takes a small lunch break in the back hatch area. She's got her things strewn about the empty space in the back. Some weapons, and a case that undoubtedly held more, and with her legs hanging off the bumper she finishes off one-half of one of Dean's famous chicken sandwiches.]
When: through the month of april
Where: various
What: feel free to request top-levels or reach out at
Trench brought to mind a whole lot of shit that Claire had been putting off. The kind of thing she couldn't afford to think about, because thinking about Kaia meant being too hung up on what was unfinished back home to find her footing back in the blood-bound bullshit now that Sam and Cas were gone. It was just her and Dean, and even though their rapport had improved since the last time it was just weird dealing with a version of him that wasn't that much older than her. None of the real deal actions meet consequence stuff had happened for him yet, and that meant that it hadn't come full circle for her when he's from either. Bridging the gap between what is and what has yet to be had been a weird dance of learning where what she remembers of Dean and who Dean has always been met. It helped to know some of the steps and overall, this bright-eyed version of Dean Winchester was a whole lot more accommodating without trying too hard. Maybe because the guilt hadn't trickled in yet and the clean slate gave them both a whole lot less baggage.
Dean also had Rocky's and some weird deal with the two blonde soldiers so it's a better situation all the way around and she didn't mind their living working situation because his cooking skills made her botched attempts at Hamburger Helper look even more pathetic. Still, she couldn't occupy the attic all day and night, so not long after landing back in the hellscape did she put those routine patrols back on the calendar. It came second, right after touching base with everyone else left from the place before with Sodder and the good old-fashioned American 1950s nightmare.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE —
I: Rocky's Bar
[On days that end with Y Claire is parked at the bar in Rocky's as a patron or keeping bar herself in lieu of Dean doing whatever Dean does when he dips. It gives her a good sense of accomplishment locking it up for him as clean and as pretty as it always was.
Sure it's not the nicest place on the planet but it's neat and Dean keeps it in tip-top shape. Try your luck at a game of pool, if you can beat her you get a free brew. She's not cooking anything for anyone but the squid shots for the new folks are on the house as per usual, and she's not afraid to get between two idiots that can't handle their liquor.]
II: The Halfway House
a:
[Her old place is still in Cassandra collecting dust and even though her room is still intact and some of the things from Eddie and the past iterations of Dean still remain it's mostly untouched and in need of an overall.
Catch her outside breaking down wood with an axe, and every once in a while throwing that same axe (okay, it's more of a hatchet) at a self-made target on the lawn.]
b:
[The rest of the time she's pulling furniture out onto the same front lawn for painting, nailing together a fence, and laying the groundwork for a backyard garden. It's warded heavily, and if you know what to look for you might catch a glimpse of some pretty suspicious imagery.]
If you're gonna stand there and stare picking up a rake or something.
III: School of Mutter
a:
[After a stop off at Odd End she takes the lamp over to the school to check out the current list of teachers and spots that were open for "education." After closing down classes on her own survival shtick she figured she should check out what areas were being addressed. There was always a need, not everyone had experience, and based on what Peter told her things were still dubious where danger was concerned.
She's got her bag slung over one shoulder and she pulls out her charm to snap a quick picture of the list. It glows and then goes dull, she'd review the information when she didn't have shit to get home. It's heavy and her posture is making that clear, but as far as old romping grounds go this was as close as she could get.
Loitering on campus when she didn't take classes. It's been a minute.]
b:
[After taking a minute at the school of hard knocks Claire goes back to her Subaru where she parked it and takes a small lunch break in the back hatch area. She's got her things strewn about the empty space in the back. Some weapons, and a case that undoubtedly held more, and with her legs hanging off the bumper she finishes off one-half of one of Dean's famous chicken sandwiches.]
I: Rocky's Bar
He's not yet made it inside, Kiroshi's running the outline of a car that's parked up outside and the smile that curves up the corners of his lips is so pure and genuine it'd be hard to mistake him for a car thief. Sliding off the back of his Apollo, he does a full circle of it, 'ganic fingers running over the badge at the back.
He's never seen a Loyale in actual working order, just the shell like a fossil of times past.
So when he heads inside, invites himself to a stool up at the bar, he leans a little over the counter to get the attention of the blonde woman keeping bar. ]
'ey. Know whose Suburu that is out front?
no subject
Still, new faces are everywhere since her stint in the sea and Claire's come to realize she knows way fewer people in town than she thought she did. She's not sure whether or not that's comforting or a whole new obstacle. It feels like both.]
Mine. [She's cleaning a glass in the sink when he approaches and checks on the register. Habit has her always guarded, always ready to fight, but he's not looking for that. He doesn't have the posture.] Why?
no subject
[ Even in the neverending darkness the car's something V can appreciate. He catches the stranger's attention linger over the cash register, and disappointment briefly floods his senses.
Sliding his hands back towards himself, they end up tucked into the pockets of his pants. Should be enough to not get accused of anything. Least... he's hoping so. ]
Get a lotta trouble here?