26 July 2010 @ 01:33 pm
 
WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.

NOTES: Everyone in the house (including Castiel and Annie) has perhaps fallen asleep. The dream resembles reality, or vice-versa. You're not entirely sure. Wounds sustained in whatever this is will hurt and act as real wounds; weapons used will work properly, etc. People can form one large group or multiple smaller groups.

You will be encountering nightmares. These will be of your own devising and not The Shifter's direct creation, so please play them out within your group(s) and try to balance and mix multiple peoples' nightmares together (ie Owen might appear alongside Alastair in an empty school hallway, or you might find yourselves in Hell alongside Michael with key!Dawn trying to help you out). Please recall there are other monsters if you care to use them.

The Shifter will enter when he is found (yes, he will be found).. but that means that it's up to the players to get through at least one round of nightmares. A tip: work together! Please also be mindful of other peoples' activity and either break into groups based on that OR be patient. No one should be left out. If you break into groups, every group will get a Shifter and it will be up to you guys to figure out which is The Shifter.


tl;dr Work together, have fun, create your own nightmares and I'll torment you near the end with The Shifter.
 
 
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[identity profile] tln-theshifter.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
Behind Castiel, a shadow moved. It was roughly the shape of a man, but that was all that could be said for it.

"Where are you going, angel?" The voice was in Castiel's mind without bothering to get there via his ears. "Come to stop me? Come to save them?"
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 03:02 am (UTC)
With that feeling he was being stalked, the angel turned around swiftly to look. The voice was definitely in his head, he decided, and this was probably another dream, given the strangeness of the situation. Either that or he was thrown into some sort of hallucination.

"What do you want from us?" His voice was cold and demanding, but he doubted the shadow-figure would be direct with its responses.
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[identity profile] tln-theshifter.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
"What do you want?" The shadow held out its hand, and dropped a handful of white feathers onto the floor. Though the figure stayed cloaked in darkness, the feathers were hit with light, and Castiel would be able to see that their ends were bloody.

"You're falling, angel." And suddenly, the floor dropped out from under Castiel.
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
Castiel creased his brow when the shadow extended its hand. He prepared to defend himself if necessary, but saw only feathers. The blood was noticed and he recognized the same image as from the dream he had.

With the remark, he parted his lips to speak, but instead of words there came a gasp and a yell as the floor disappeared out from under him. If he had a chance to grab the ledge he would, but if not he knew he'd be plunged into darkness.
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[identity profile] tln-theshifter.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
There was a ledge there for Castiel to hang onto. The shadow closed in on him, suddenly, far away one second and sitting on the ledge next to Castiel the next.

"How long can you hold on?" It's hand, stained with blood from the feathers, reached out towards him.
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 29th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
Both hands grabbed hold of the ledge with all the strength he could muster. Somehow, his strength didn't feel as it should in this dream. There was a strain in his arms and his hands ached.

He looked over at the shadow figure, suddenly so close. The offered hand felt more like an insult after the monster was the reason he was down in the pit to begin with. Or maybe it was a pit of his own making. Stubbornly he tried to pull himself up by his own power. No, he was not accepting help from that thing.

"As long.. as I have to..."
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on July 30th, 2010 03:01 am (UTC)
ENTER THE DEAN B( Fail tag is fail.
Minutes before the hallway Dean was standing in had been his favorite strip joint in Tallahassee, and vestiges of it still clung to the present location, with a bra tossed over a sconce here, a pair of glittery high heels tossed against a wall there. Dreams were weird like that, and even weirder on the weird crap scale was the giant hole that seemingly appeared out of nowhere as he made his way down the seemingly neverending space, and a pair of very familiar hands peeked over the edge of that hole, and for a moment, Dean just stood there, head tilting slightly to one side.

Yeah, he liked the strip club dream better. "Cas? That you?" He thought he and Cas had had a talk about popping up in his dreams like this. "Dude, we've talked about this personal space thing. This? Is me time. Not me and Cas time."

He made his way to the edge of the hole and knelt down, peering past Cas into the abyss that was yawning beneath him. "You better have a damn good reason for this, dude." But at least he reached down and gripped Cas's wrists and leaned back, to try to pull Cas out of the crack. Literally.
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 30th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC)
Re: ENTER THE DEAN B( Fail tag is fail.
The familiar voice made Cas look up suddenly. "Dean? Dean!" A little help, here? The angel was hanging on with all the strength he could muster and trying to pull himself up, but he wasn't making a great deal of progress. Even if Dean wasn't happy to see him, Castiel was happy to see Dean right at that moment. With his wrist grabbed, he was pulled out of the pit, thanks to Dean's strength.

He landed on the floor and worked to catch his breath. "It's here. The creature. It's here." He gasped, unable to say much else right away after thinking he might drop down that pit and end up in hell.

"Dean. Dean. Dean."

Or maybe hell would come to them.

The haughty voice came from down the hall as Alistair slowly walked out of the shadows. He was holding a curved knife in one hand. "You disappoint me, Dean. I was looking forward to a new project." And Dean yanked the angel out of the pit before he could fall.



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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on July 30th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Dean had opened his mouth to ask what the hell Cas even talking about, because he'd been in a strip joint in Tallahassee, until that voice made him freeze, and slowly his gaze moved from Cas there on the floor, to the owner. A muscle in his cheek jerked slightly as his eyes widened, and he took a step back, unknowingly closer to the pit, and more firmly situating himself between Alastair and Cas, though that was something he also wasn't aware of.

"Oh. I see. Haha, very funny, right? This another one of those pointless dreams that's gonna make me look like the Virgin Mary?" He went for bravado and a casual tone, falling just short when anger and a tinge of anxiousness leaked through. One hand slipped into his pocket, finding the small canister of salt he'd tucked in there, and he tightened his grip on it, popping the little metal tab upward with his thumb.
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 30th, 2010 03:39 am (UTC)
"Do I look like the Virgin Mary to you?" Another voice was heard from the shadows of the hall. The sound of boots walking slowly went with it until a second person was standing beside Alistair. He was holding a jagged looking saw in one hand and it was covered in blood. From where the blood stains were, white feathers were bent, broken, and clung to the dripping teeth of the instrument.

What Dean saw was himself, smirking at him, with black opaque eyes. "I said I was gonna help you, Cas. And you side with that guy?" The Demonic-Dean pulled a feather off the saw and flicked it in Dean's direction so it landed at his feet.
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on July 31st, 2010 05:02 am (UTC)
That...That wasn't something Dean had been expecting. It was a thought that was never very far back in a corner of his mind - that thought that, if not for Cas, that would have been how things had turned out - and being confronted with it here, like this...Well, it certainly was the wrong place and the wrong time. And as the feather drifted to the ground at his feet, he stared at it a moment, before his face contorted into a mask of anger born from fear.

"Alright. Fine. I get it. Great. Point made. Now how about you crawl back to whatever rock you came out from under in Hell." He pulled the canister of salt from his pocket, moving a step closer to Cas, and upended it, starting a salt ring around them both. "Because me? I'm not playing this game. Dream or not, I don't give a crap."

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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on July 31st, 2010 05:35 am (UTC)
"Oh, I think you do, Dean." Alistair sneered as he started to walk around the circle of salt. "Because that work you did for me.. and it was good work.. you did because you chose to do it. There's something a little.. dark, inside of you, Dean. You just don't want to let it out."

Castiel got to his feet slowly next to Dean. His hand reached into his coat and produced the milk bottle now filled with holy water from the kitchen.

Demon-Dean grinned a little at the stand-off. "You wanna stay in there? Be my guest. Sam's hangin' around here somewhere. We'll go find him. Hell, he and I are more blood than you two are these days anyway."
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[identity profile] family-remains.livejournal.com on July 31st, 2010 07:05 am (UTC)
/CRASHES IN
And as if by cue, there Sam was. Still crouching over Rose, a swarm of black smoke swept down the hallway, depositing the two as if to say "We found him, Alistair. Have fun."

The younger Winchester let out a heavy breath and whipped around, trying to figure out where in the hell he was, exactly. this wasn't the Med Ward any longer. And Dean was standing just up ahead with Castiel and... one of the last people Sam ever wanted to see again - along with a black-eyed clone of his brother.

This was officially the worst dream ever.

"Dean-" He called, straightening up and taking stock of the situation with a furrowed brow.
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[identity profile] iwantyousafe.livejournal.com on August 1st, 2010 12:07 am (UTC)
Rose quickly stood. The last thing she needed was Dean seeing her clinging to Sam's shirt. Again transported, her eyes scanned the company present. This clearly wasn't her dream; half the people weren't even familiar.

She was done with the nightmare rubbish. Rose didn't even trust Sam so much anymore, and he'd been the closest thing she'd had to a best friend in the house. She took a step away from him as her finger found the trigger of the shotgun. There was one bullet left in the Boswell. Wound up as she was, Rose wouldn't need to be pushed much to find it a home.
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[identity profile] mulletrockking.livejournal.com on August 1st, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Dean ripped his gaze from his demon self at the sound of Sam's voice, pushing down the tab on the canister of salt. Sam (well, okay, and Rose, too, he supposed) showing up just complicated the entire situation by about a million, considering there was enough salt left in the canister to make a demon sneeze, and he and Cas had that one little milk bottle of holy water between them. He didn't miss the shotgun Rose was packing, though, and his gaze lingered on it a moment, before snapping back to Alastair and the laughably demonic version of himself.

But the truth of it was, that gun wouldn't do a damn thing against either demon in the room unless it was packing rock salt. And even then...It wouldn't do much.

"Well. I dunno about you guys, but this feels a little like deja vu. And as touching as this little reunion is, I'm pretty sure one of you's dead and one's not real. So let's just get this over with so we can find the real man behind the curtain."
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[identity profile] doubtheaven.livejournal.com on August 1st, 2010 04:16 am (UTC)
"You should learn to have a little patience, Dean." Alistair gave Dean an amused smirk. "But if that's what you want." They were all getting a little tired of running around in circles, weren't they. Alistair walked up to Demon-Dean, who looked over at Sam.

Demon-Dean smiled, his black eyes staring straight at the younger brother. "See you soon, Sammy. If you get hungry, don't forget to eat something." The smile grew wider. Alistair walked up behind the other demon and grabbed him by the hair. His curved knife slashed right across the Demon-Dean's throat and blood spurted out before he crumpled to the floor. Where he fell, the blood began to pool. It grew larger slowly, as if it were eating away the carpet. It dissolved the circle of salt when it touched it and climbed up the walls. The blood was so dark red it appeared black, and then the world seemed to dissolve and change again.

[ooc: Let's all hop into the final thread instead, huh? XD;]
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